Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2011 09:32:00 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: my son in the bar-13 ****THE FOLLOWING STORY CONCEPT WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AND CREATED BY THE AUTHOR WILLINGMIKE2@GMAIL.COM, WHO GRACIOUSLY ALLOWED ME (NPHILLYDOGG) TO CONTINUE AND COMPLETE HIS TALE. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO EMAIL EITHER ONE, OR THE BOTH OF US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS AND COMMENTS. THANK YOU FOR READING**** _________________________________________________________________________ MY SON IN THE BAR-13 It was well after midnight (closing in on 1am) when I finally got my naked (well fucked) son Shawn out of The Frog (the neighborhood bar we had gotten gangbanged in). I placed his sleeping naked body in the passenger seat of my pickup (tossing his folded clothes in back), then took off for home with a wad of tips we made from horny patrons (truckers, constructions workers, lawyers, teachers, --you name it) willing to donate a few bucks to fuck us all night long. I wasn't sure how long I could allow this go on (what with Shawn being underage in all), but he really seemed to like the rough treatment the men at the bar dished him. I'd had planned to put Shawn straight to bed (knowing he had school in the morning}, when I suddenly saw red & blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror. `OH SHIT' I thought, looking at my naked sleeping son. How on earth could I explain a naked 15 year old sitting beside me? I pulled the truck off to the side of the road, hoping the policeman wouldn't notice Shawn slumped down in the passenger's seat. "Hello officer..." I said politely, having gotten a few DUI's in my lifetime. The officer walked slowly up to the driver's side window, shinning his flashlight on my vehicle, looking for violations. "Do you know how fast you were going...?" he asked, reaching my window. "uh..., not really, officer. Sorry..." I said. He flashed the light in my eyes. "Where you coming from...?" he asked. "uh..., The Frog...!" I said honestly, learning early in my failed marriage that I was a bad liar. "Have you been drinking...?" he asked, shinning the light in my eyes. "Just a few beers, sir..." I said, politely. "License and registration...!" he ordered. I lifted up off my ass for my wallet, then remembered I had hidden it in the glove compartment. When I reached over to retrieve it, he stopped me... "HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM...!" he yelled, shinning the light in the truck as he reached for his gun. "My license is in the glove box..." I informed, putting my hands up. The officer bend slightly, then shinned the light past me. I could see the light roaming over Shawn's naked body, lingering on his naughty parts as he lay sleep against the closed window. "Who's that...?" he asked, "And WHY is he naked...??" OH SHIT. "That's my son...Shawn..." I said, trying to think up a believable lie for why he had no clothes on. At that moment Shawn blinked his eyes open, staring into the light... "What's going on, dad...?" he asked, innocently. "We've been stopped by the police..." I said, finding it difficult to explain my situation to the officer without sounding like a complete perve. "Are YOU alright, son...?" asked the officer, looking at Shawn. "uh...yeah..." answered Shawn, unsure what was happening. "How OLD are you...?" asked the officer. I closed my eyes, knowing it looked bad (VERY bad). "15." answered Shawn, honestly. "Do you know WHY you're naked, son...?" asked the officer. Shawn looked at me... "I'd just left a party..." explained Shawn. "What kind of party...?" asked the officer. "Were you drinking...?" "No sir..." said Shawn. "...it was a teen party..., I got hazed by a bunch of guys I didn't know, then I called my dad to come pick me up...!" The officer shinned the light back in MY face... "Is that true, sir...?" he asked me. "uh..." I said, looking at Shawn... "...yes officer..." "Do you want to file a complaint...?" asked the cop, softening his voice. "No sir..., I don't even think those guys liked in the neighborhood...!" said Shawn, convincingly. The officer stood up, pausing for a second as if mauling over the story. "Okay..." he said, stepping back. "...move on...!" he said, letting us go. I couldn't believe it as I put the truck in drive, and took off slowly down the road. Getting home 20 minutes later, I snuck Shawn back into the apartment then put him to bed. Shawn was a mess of drying cum and sweat, but I hadn't the nerve to make him shower before bed. It was already late, and we both had busy days in the morning. I cut off his overhead light and left him to sleep, then (feeling grimy and sticky with cum myself) jumped into the shower for a quick but thorough cleansing before heading to bed. I was bushed, and my body ached (ass, jaw, and throat) all over like crazy from all the cocksucking and ass pounding I took. I finally made my way to bed, falling asleep immediately. The alarm clock went off all too soon, and I dragged myself out of bed after hitting the snooze button 3 times. Yawning, I started to wonder what the loud thumping noise was I'd been hearing in my sleep? Making my way (groggily) down the hall to Shawn's room, I was shocked when I opened the door to find my naked buddy Ron on top of my son, fucking the shit out of him first thing in the morning. "Ron...?" I called from the doorway, watching his muscled ass hump up and down as he slammed his hips into Shawn's bare ass, the force of his pumps sending the headboard banging into the wall separating Shawn's and my rooms (so much for wondering what the loud thumping was). Ron ignored me as he continued to fuck Shawn (Shawn groaning and grunting vocally as his ass was pounded into the mattress) face to face. I could see Shawn's scrawny legs tossed about in the air, his feet dangling loosely after each impact as Ron drove his thick cock balls deep into my son's gut. I have to admit I felt a twinge of jealousy, but it wasn't against Ron... I stood in the doorway watching my best friend butt fuck my son (just as he had that first night, after I bought Shawn back from his first bar gangbang) /-chap-6). This time I could SEE Ron putting the screws to Shawn, taking long deliberate strokes as he slammed his 6'4", 175 lbs built adult body into Shawn's scrawny 15 year old kid's form. For the most part Shawn was taking his punishment like a man (grunting loudly after each inward plunge, but not protesting). I don't think it would have done him any good if he had complained anyway, as Ron was a man with a mission to load Shawn's bowels with his scorching hot morning load. I don't know what time he'd gotten here this morning, or how long they'd been fucking before my alarm went off, but it was obvious that they had been fucking for some time as I noticed Ron's thrusts getting shorter, his long deliberate strokes no longer tamed as he began to lose control of his pumping hips. "Urrrhhh..." I heard Ron groan for the first time (the only sound he's made since I found them). The bed squeaked and bounced harder and louder as the headboard beat against the wall with an erratic rhythm. "...AAARRRRHHHHHHHGGGG...!!!: grunted Ron as he thrust in one last time, burying his cock as he unloaded a full night's worth of hot cum in Shawn's bowels. I saw Shawn's toes curl as Ron came, filling his gut with cum. My own dick had risen rock hard at the sound of Ron's orgasm, stringing up hard as memories of our first time (last night) filled my mind. After a few minutes of drainage, Ron rolled off of Shawn, allowing the teenager to stand as Shawn jumped up (wet cum tracks streaking his hairless chest and stomach from his own orgasm while getting fucked) and headed for the bathroom. "Oh, hey dad..." he said, brushing by me as if his ass were on fire... "...running late for school..., gotta shower...!" he said before disappearing. Ron sat in the edge of Shawn's bed, then reached for his pants and underwear (which had been lying on the floor). Ron and my eyes met as he pulled up and began to fasten his jeans. "Don't look at me THAT way..." he said, taking a seat again as he reached for his work boots. "Like what...?" I asked, curiously. "Like you just caught me with my hand in the cookie jar..." said Ron, obviously feeling guilty about something. "...that son of yours got a CUNT on him that can't get enough cock...! I woke up this morning with a definite NEED to stick something hard and deep..., and Shawn's sweet boy pussy's about the only hole I know's available 24-7 at the drop of a hat! So..., here I am!" he added, before walking pass me to get out. "Ron..." I said, stopping him in his tracks, "...I took Shawn to the Frog last night like all of you wanted..." I told him, making a stand. "...I even let him stay late until the last man was drained..., but Shawn HAS to be up and on time for school..., I can't let his grades slip from all this sex...!" "So..., cut his hours at the bar..." suggested Ron, much to my surprise. "...I just needed a quick pickmeup before heading into work..., Shawn ain't complaining about it, --why'r you...?" he asked, before continuing on. "Because I'm his father..." I countered, grabbing his arm. "...I'm supposed to be looking out for his best interests...!" "So what'r you saying, Mike...? You wanna PULL Shawn from working The Frog...?" asked Ron, talking as if gangbanging my son was a regular job. "You know a lotta guys ain't gonna be too cool with that idea..." "I'm sorry..., but I've got to put my foot down somewhere, sometime!" I reasoned. Ron turned towards me, standing face to face (6'3" to 6'1")... "How bout a compromise..." he asked, reached behind me to cup my fuzzy ass. "...and tonight I fuck YOU instead...?" Before I could answer, I felt Ron's middle finger digging in my hole. I must have still had some left over residual cum left inside me, because my asshole immediately grew wet, allowing his finger to slip through. "mmm...still moist too..." he said, leaning in close as our lips reached within an inch of each other. "Ron, please..." I said, pushing into his chest to back him off (my cock still standing hard). Ron wouldn't budge. "You know I love it when you beg..." he said, leaning inward as if he was going to kiss me. My cock lurched as I closed my eyes and pursed my lips, waiting for Ron's kiss. I waited for what felt like an eternity, but the kiss never came. Then I heard Ron chuckle as he yanked his finger from my hole and headed for the door. "Tonight!" he reminded, before disappearing into the daylight... My mind was a jumbled mess. After Shawn got out of the shower, I jumped in. By the time I got out of the shower, Shawn was done dressing and finishing his bowel of cornflakes and running for the door... "Son...wait...!" I called, eager to speak to him. "What is it pop...?" asked Shawn, holding his book bag over his shoulder as he waited for me to answer... "uh..., you need any money...? You have your lunch...?" I asked, unsure where to start. "I have my lunch in my bag..., and I'm fine on cash..." answered Shawn, ready to get going. "Ron..." I said, pausing as a smile spread across Shawn's face. "...he didn't...he didn't hurt you any this morning..., did he...?" "Are you kidding dad...?" asked Shawn. "You saw me at the Frog last night, right...?" he questioned, as images of him and I getting fucked multiple times and getting fisted entered my head... "Is there any doubt that I LOVE taking cock...?! If I could do it 24 hours a day, I would! Wouldn't you...?" I thought about it... "Don't you want to me MORE than just an ass or a mouth for your friends to cum in...??" I asked, wondering if there was any SHRED of the boy I hoped my son would be...? "And do what..., work in construction like YOU...? Or as a bartender like mr Joe...? Or a teacher like mr Jansen...?" asked Shawn, thumbing his nose up at all the career choices. "I've FOUND my calling, dad...! Cocksucking..., being a bottom for straight horny guys is what I'm good at..., and I LOVE doing it! I LOVE IT like a jock loves sports! Sucking guys off and making them cum IS MY SPORT! I'll keep doing it even if I have to run away from home to do it...!" "That's not necessary, Shawn...!" I said pulling him in for a hug, finally understanding exactly HOW DEEPLY my son was vested in this lifestyle. "You can keep cocksucking for as long as you like...! So long as YOU like it!" "I DO, dad..." said Shawn, looking up at me. "...and I thought YOU did too!" he added, before heading for the door. Did I like it? (I wasn't sure) I definitely don't like it as much as Shawn does. It was fine in the heat of the moment, but in the light of day, all I feel is...used! I couldn't help but wonder if somewhere deep down inside, if Shawn felt the same way? Was he really doing this because he LOVED it so much, or because he had gotten in too deep and couldn't get out? "I have to get going dad..." said Shawn, pausing as he reached for the doorknob. "...Frank Little has me blowing a couple of guys off in the boy's room before class..., and if I'm late, I won't get to suck his...!" Question answered. ///// Later at the work site... I work for a large construction company that also devises small sub-divisions to do small remodeling developments, one of which I was in charge of. I had a small crew I oversaw, that included Carlos and his Mexican friends. Carlos was a real hard worker, and supervised over his buddies, as none of them spoke any real English. Carlos was my translator, and often dictated who did what when I wasn't around. Without him, we wouldn't be nearly as far as we were with the project (especially since I've been...side tracked the past couple of days...). When I got to the site, the guys were already busy with laying the tiles, brick facing the stone wall, and adding the fixtures to spruce up the place. I walked around the small (but pricy) private home, checking on the work quality, and ignoring the knowing smirks I got from Peppi, Luis, and Alejandro. Whenever I walked by, I'd hear them say something in Spanish, then laugh. I could feel them checking me out, undressing me with their eyes as they recalled fucking me in all my glory last night. To say that I felt small and intimidated would be putting it mildly. Walking through this group of men (ALL OF WHICH HAD ME) made me feel so small and insignificant. I wanted to crawl into a corner and die. But I had a job to do. I had a client and a boss to please. I ignored the guys innuendos and sly Spanish remarks, and went around with my inspection. I was on my hands and knees checking out the connections under the bathroom sink, when Carlos came up behind me. "Everything looks good boss...?" he asked, startling me. "OH..." I cried, pulling my head from under the vanity cabinet. "...yeah..., everything looks good..." I conceded. "...real good!" "Good." said Carlos, standing behind me as I got up off the floor. I ignored him for as long as I could, lingering around the shower, checking out the duel heads to make sure they were properly installed. Afterwards I examined the new sliding shower doors, pulling out my tape to confirm the measurements. When I finished checking everything that needed to be check (twice), Carlos was still standing there, watching. I turned around, knowing the inevitable pink elephant in the room needed to be addressed... "About last night..." I said, avoiding eye contact and inadvertently staring down at Carlos' tented crotch. "...I'd appreciate it if what happened at The Frog, stayed at the Frog...?" "No problem." said Carlos, in agreement. "I mean..., what happened last night was LAST NIGHT..., today's another day, and business is business..., we need to stay focused on the site...and keeping up with the deadline...!" I continued. "Yes." agreed Carlos, making me breath a little easier. "However..." he started, causing my heartbeat to skip. "...there was some things done last night..., that the guys just CAN'T get out of their minds..., --myself included...!" I looked up into Carlos' beautiful bedroom eyes (as we stood face to face, --6'3" to 6'0")... "Such as..." I asked. "Peppi's NEVER had his entire cock shoved in someone else's body before..., man or woman..." explained Carlos (I could see why, considering how HUGE it was). "...your son Shawn was the only person able to take him..., he'd REALLY like another chance with him...!" "O...okay..." I agreed, believing Shawn would love that. "...anything else...?" I asked, knowing I'd regret asking... "As a matter of fact..." said Carlos, reaching down to unzip his pants... "Carlos..." I said, knowing where this was going... "I've been thinking about this all night..." said my Mexican friend, pulling his hard 7" uncut olive colored cock from his pants. "...watching you last night was so fucking HOT...! I HAVE to feel that sweet mouth on my dick again...!" "Carlos..." I repeated (staring down at his dick), unsure how to get out of this jam... "...we're in a client's HOME..., we can't do this here..." I managed to protest, despite my instant watery mouth. "Just a little suck..." insisted Carlos, resting his hand on my shoulder as he began to help guide me down. "...I want to feel my cock in your mouth once more..., without all those people watching...! Just us..., --you and me..., right here, right now..." he continued, easing me to my knees. I found myself staring eye to eye with his uncut cock, the long foreskin nearly covering the entire head, leaving only the salivating tip visible. Looking up at him one last time, trying to argue WHY we shouldn't be doing this at work, in a client's home, where we could both get caught and FIRED. But Carlos wasn't trying to hear me, as he quietly reached down and ran his thumb over my mouth, tracing the outline of my lips. The moment was a tender one, one that made my own cock grow rock hard on my jeans. I felt Carlos' hand wrap around to the back of my head, pulling me forward as I leaned in and opened my mouth. Licking the piss-slit, I tasted his sweet pearly pre-cum. Carlos held back a moan as I peeled back his foreskin, then took his cockhead inside, swabbing the entire crown with my mouth and tongue. Carlos closed the bathroom door, then leaned back against it was I followed him on my knees (stretching my neck to keep from losing his cock). Once settled, I resumed sucking, doing everything my son (and Ron) taught me. Carlos watched as I took his cock into my mouth and throat, slowly opening my throat muscles as his cockhead started to slide down into my neck. "uhhh..." moaned Carlos, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes in rapture. I felt a soreness in my throat and retreated before successfully deep throating. Carlos' eyes popped open as he looked back down to see why I stopped. I gripped his cock at the base and started again, determined to be a better cocksucker. This time I attacked Carlos' cock vigorously, licking and swabbing the head, sucking the shaft, and pressing my head inward until I felt his cock reaching down into the back of my throat. I didn't stop trying until I finally had my nose buried in his pubes (sniffing his groin). Carlos groaned aloud, loving my mouth as I looked up at him and began bobbing my head on his dick, allowing his cock to penetrate my throat with each stroke. "My god, Mike..., I can't believe how good you are at this...!" he said panting, staring down at me looking up at him. "I know the guys at the bar was saying that was your first time performing..., but you suck too good to be just a beginner..., you suck like a guy's who's been hungry for it all his life...!" I didn't know what to say. Maybe I was a good actor? I definitely never sucked cock before Frank Little forced me to at home (chap-7). I certainly didn't feel as gun-ho as Shawn did about it. Perhaps it was my natural instinct to do it right or not at all...? I definitely felt that way about other aspects of my life, especially work. Maybe THAT'S why Carlos thought I gave good head...? All through my train of thought I must have been doing a pretty good job on poor Carlos, because the next time I looked up at him he had his head resting back against the door, his hand up his shirt (rubbing his chest and washboard abs), and was moaning like an accident victim about to lose a limb. I could feel his cock starting to pulse while I sucked, his pre-cum coating my taste-buds, which was starting to give me a craving. Carlos' free hand rested on the side of my head, his fingers absentmindedly toying with my ear and occasionally running through my hair. Ever so often he'd tighten his hand on my head, forcing me to suck faster. I leaned into him, cupping his hairy balls with one hand while holding his foreskin down at the base with the other. I bobbed my head hungrily, wanting to please my coworker as much as I wanted to end this and get back to work. I felt Carlos suddenly push my head back off his cock before ripping his dick from my hand. I watched him jerking it wildly (the loose foreskin moving back and forth over the head like a blanket playing peek-a-boo. I leaned in closer when I saw Carlos' eyes squint shut, his head tossed back wildly as he started to grunt and groan. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue, wanting to catch his load so it wouldn't stain or ruin any of the bathroom furnishings we worked so hard to put in place. "AARRRHHHH...!" yelled Carlos as the cum shot out of his cock, hitting me directly in my open mouth and splattering against my lips and tongue. With his eyes closed Carlos wasn't too concerned about where he aimed, so I moved in tighter and made sure all of his cream landed on my face or in my mouth. Several streaks shot across my cheek, one landing near my ear. I managed to cover his spurting cock head with my mouth, taking the rest of his load between my lips. Carlos stopped stroking and allowed me to take over as I resumed sucking, replacing his palm with my lips and hard working tongue. I managed to secure the rest of his load as he started to calm down and relax, falling back (limply) against the door. I continued stroking his cock, sucking out the last of his cum before pulling back and swallowing. "That was GREAT, Mike..., thanks..." smiled Carlos, exhausted and breathing heavily. "My pleasure, man..." I smiled back sincerely, licking my lips. Carlos reached down and stroked his cock one last time, massaging the shaft and bringing a drop of pearly cum to the surface. I watched it form at the time (threatening to fall to the newly tiled floor), and leaned in to lick it away. After polishing the head one last time, Carlos tucked and packed his softening cock and zipped up, while I got up and stood in from of the designer mirror to wash off the cream coating my face. "Thanks again, Mike..., I really needed that man...!" said Carlos, one more time (gratefully). "No problem!" I smiled. Carlos turned away, then opened the door to leave, only to find Luis, Alejandro, and Peppi standing outside the door listening. I could tell Carlos was as surprised as I was to find them standing there. There was a quick exchange of words in Spanish (of course I didn't understand), then the guys started to pile into the bathroom around me. Luis reached up and ran his finger through the cum cream streaking my face (I hadn't had a chance to wash it off yet), then turned it up to his nose and sniffed. "Su cum..." he said to his friends (confirming Carlos' load), then he extended his finger to my mouth... "...lamen apagado...!" * I didn't need to know how to speak Spanish to know what he wanted me to do... "Look fellas..." I protested, holding up my hands defensively. I suddenly felt hands grabbing onto me, holding me in place... "Lamen apagado!" insisted Luis. "Okay, okay..." I said, not wanting a riot. Without putting up more of a fight, I leaned in and took Luis' finger in my mouth, then sucked off Carlos' cum. "Buen gusto, no...?"^ asked Luis, as the others chuckled and laughed behind me. I felt someone else gather sperm off my face, then present HIS fingers for me to clean. I leaned forward and took his fingers in my mouth as well, sucking them dry. But Alejandro wasn't content with me just cleaning his finger, he started moving his fingers in and out of my mouth, making me suck them. "Por que chupan los dedos, cuando podia chupar la polla...?"+ said Luis, pulling his 8" cock from his pants. "Chuparme la polla, el hombre blanco..." hissed Luis, shoving me to my knees as he roughly pulled my face into his crotch. "...chupar...!"~ I opened my mouth and took Luis' cock in. I knew instantly that it didn't taste as clean as Carlos. Piss residue and activity from last night's orgy, lay dormant under Luis' unwashed foreskin, forming a form of slimy (cheesy) film. When I tried to pull my mouth off of it, he tightened his hold on my head and forced me to go lower, taking more of his cock into my mouth and throat. Peppi and Alejandro watched (freeing their own hardened cock) as I sucked Luis. They spoke back and forth with each other, telling each other what a cocksucking whore I turned into (I'm sure). After a few minutes of sucking Lu, Al pulled my head in his direction, forcing his big 10.5" Spanish cock in my mouth. My cheek protruded outward as he cock poked out against the side of my face. I had to turn my body towards him to get the right angle, aligning my mouth to suck him deep. Alejandro's cock was nearly as beautiful as Carlos' body. I sucked as much as I could comfortably, relying on Al's forcefulness to MAKE me swallow the rest. My eyes bulged as his cock punched to the back of my throat, cutting off my breathing supply and lodging somewhere deep in my esophagus. "Mierda, hombre chupa como una puta Mexicana...!"x said Al, holding the top of my head as he forced me to hold his cock in my throat. "Dame algo de eso...!"v said Peppi, standing beside Al, milking his monster cock. Al pulled my back off of his cock (far enough so I could breath), then pumped his cock in and out of my mouth for a few strokes before finally releasing my head. Peppi turned me towards him, slapping his heavy horse cock against my facial cheek, rubbing the giant head through what was left of Carlos' cum before presenting it to me to suck off. Peppi's cock was indeed the biggest monstrosity I'd ever seen between a man's legs. It looked like a fat animal resting between his thighs, rather than a cock. The foreskin lay heavy over the head, bunching over the tip like the leaves covering a rosebud. When Peppi peeled back the foreskin, his fat ugly cockhead appeared; the size of a small fist, with a large deep slit straight up the center. His urethra was larger than most (most definitely larger than mine), possibly indicating a much larger than normal discharge? I was still staring at his cock in disbelief, when Peppi suddenly clobbered me with it... "Chupar la polla que, imbecile..., antes de que te ahogan con el...!"o I wasn't sure what he said, but I began by licking his cockhead, cleaning off Carlos' smeared semen. Peppie held his cock at the base, holding it up for me, or else it would have sagged down lowly between his thighs like a hung fruit. I polished and suckled his fat head, stretching my mouth (wide) to fit the head inside. I knew instantly that I wouldn't be able to take even half of it. His cock was as thick as my wrist, the head as large as a full sized orange. I could do little more than kiss and lick it, running my tongue curiously along the sides. Peppi must have been used to people unable to properly suck his dick (I couldn't image the frustration he must go through, unable to get even a simple blow job...!), he titled my head sideways, then began beating the side of my head and face with his club of a cock. I actually saw stars from the slapping, the heavy mallet like shaft pounding against my face with force. After a few slaps, Peppi would stroke his large cock and press the fat juice (pre-cum) secreting head against my mouth and force me to suckle. I'd lick and suck his cockhead while he stroked. Then after a few moments he'd began beating the side of my face again, hammering my head before fisting his fat shaft and feeding me the head again. Luis got tired of watching Peppi masturbate, and pulled me away from his enormous cock. Choice words were exchanged, then Luis rammed his cock back into my mouth and throat, fucking my face hard and fast, holding the sides of my head by the roots of my hair. I sucked as well as I could (tightening my lips and working my tongue along the underbelly), trying to keep up with Luis' frantic fucking. But just as I was starting to catch onto his unique rhythm, did Alejandro pull me from Luis' grasp, then shove me face down on his own cock. "uuhhkkkgg..." I gagged, feeling his cock spear straight down the back of my throat. Alejandro tilted my head backward (forcing me below ball level), then started fucking my mouth and throat. I couldn't help looking up at Alejandro, watching as he face fucked me powerfully, using my mouth for his own use. Al looked back down at me, watching me watch him. He smiled knowingly, as if watching the beginning of my downfall. I could see myself through his eyes; a once powerful boss figure, now reduced to subordinate cocksucker. I wanted to get up and regain my power, to stand up for my diminishing manhood. But something inside kept me sitting on the floor, surrendering my mouth for Al's use. He was just starting to pick up a good pace (ramming his dick midway in and out of my mouth and throat), when Luis reached over and pulled me back to his cock. I alternated between the 3 of them, sucking and swallowing both Luis and Alejandro's cocks, and licking and kissing Peppi's. Carlos stood in the doorway watching, stroking his own hard erection as he watched his coworkers use me. Luis was the first to cum. After sucking on Al for a few minutes, Luis pulled me back over to his cock and resumed fucking my mouth and face. By now (after nearly 40 minutes on my knees between them) I had grown accustom to what each man liked. I stretched my mouth over Luis' uncut cock, then took him to the root and started sucking. Before Luis could grab my hair and start forcing me to do deep, I wrapped my arms about his legs and bobbed my own head in his groin, pounding me face up and down on his dick. This time when Alejandro tried to pry me off, I locked my arms and buried my head, keeping Luis' cock trapped in my throat. "Mira que se vaya, el quiere que el esperma...!"# stated Al, unable to cut me loose. "Esta a punto de conseguirlo tambien...!"= muttered Luis through clenched teeth, his eyes closed shut. I felt his hands tighten on my head as I once again started to pound my mouth down on his cock, feeling his hard shaft dance along the bed of my tongue. "Chuparme la polla..." he moaned, breathing heavier as his fingers tightened in my hair. "...chuparme la polla, motherfucka..., usted comer a mi cum...!"z I sucked as hard as I could, sensing Luis at the threshold of climax. I wanted his load, suddenly feeling empowered as I forced him to blow his wad sooner than he planned. I was pounding my throat on his cock (slamming my lips into his pubic mat), when Luis grabbed two hefty handfuls of my hair and pulled. I opened my mouth to yell out in pain, losing his pulsating cock in the process. Luis started down at me with Dead Sea eyes (glazing straight through me), then grunted as his cock started belching rich fresh sperm pellets directly into my gaping mouth. I stared up into his face as cum ribbons arched up from his exploding cockhead, then cascaded straight down into my open mouth. Each sperm ball landed directly in my mouth, coating my lower teeth, tongue and bottom lip in spicy Mexican ball sauce. I quickly swallowed the creamy gift, then sucked Luis' oozy cock back into my mouth once his grip relaxed on my hair. I pulled the rest of his load out, eating whatever I found as I drained his cock shaft dry. "Me toca a mi...!" * said Alejandro, pulling me towards his cock. I'd just released Luis' cock, when Alejandro shoved his own Spanish sausage down my throat and started fucking. I was still adjusting my body in front of Al when he grabbed my head in both hands and started ramming. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with his thrusts, so I simply leaned back on the heels of my boots, held open my mouth and throat, and allowed him to fuck as hard, fast, and deep as he wanted. Alejandro pulled and pushed my head, along with thrusting his hips, sending his 10.5" dick at least 8 to 9 inches deep with each thrust. I could feel his cock punching down the back of my throat, battering past my neck muscles to ram deep with each thrust, causing sloppy wet gargling sounds to emit from my throat. For nearly 5 additional uninterrupted minutes Alejandro fucked my face, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. During the last strokes I could see him starting to tense up. His face got real serious as his thrusts became more shallow. I saw Al toss back his head, then felt his cock swell and pulse, then felt it start to unload thick gobs of potency in my mouth. His cum load was strong and tangy. I swallowed it as it flowed free, gobbling down what I could before more gushed forth. Al let me drain him as I sucked the last drops from his hard pole. After a minute or so he removed his dick, then rubbed the sticky tip all over my lips before passing me off to Peppi. Peppi had been waiting patiently, stroking his cock while watching me service his friends. He was still fisting his fat anaconda when he took me by the head, then led me to his low hanging balls. I tilted my head sideways to get a better angle, then licked his hairy nut sac while he beat my face and fisted his shaft. After a few minutes of nut bathing, he'd pull his hips back to angle his cockhead at my mouth. I'd lick and polish his leaky cockhead (licking away all pre-cum deposits) while his massaged his shaft. Then he would guide me back down to his balls where I would lick and suck, taking first one, and then the other into my mouth. I'd suck the hairy sac as if I were sucking his cock. Then Peppi would pull back and feed me more pre-cum. This went on with Peppi for close to 10 minutes. The other guys stood around watching, wanting to see what happened when Peppi finally flooded my mouth with his load. My own cock pulsed in my pants, trapped under the heavy denim material of my bunched jeans. I wanted to free it, yet I also didn't want these guys to see how worked up sucking their cocks had gotten me. Peppi was in the process of beating my face one last time, when he suddenly gripped the back of my head, and kissed his dickhead against my lips. I went to licking and sucking as I'd done a 100 times since we started, when I suddenly felt the feeling of warm liquid rushing over my lips. Tasting it, I instantly knew it was semen. I suckled the fat pumping cockhead, sucking as much semen as I could into my mouth. Peppi started breathing heavy as he pumped out his seed, holding my head sideways, feeding me he precious juice. I licked and sucked, and licked and sucked, pulling as much cum as I could from the tip as I could (like suckling sap from a tree). Some escaped my eager mouth, drooling down to the floor in heavy quantities. Still Peppi continued to feed me. His cum load was diabolically massive, on the scale of a horse's load. No matter how much I ate, there simply seemed to be MORE to follow. When I sealed my lips to the urethra, my mouth pumped forth with enough cream to nearly fill my cheeks. A giant puddle formed in my mouth before he finally stopped his spasm. Once freed, I sat upright on my heels, tilting my head back, and allowed his cum load to stream down the back of my throat and along the corners of my mouth, escaping down onto my shirt. "oh god..." I groaned, feeling my own cock pulsing fresh cum into my pants. "Ver..." said Luis, pointing down at my growing cum stain. "...que cum sus pantalones..." ** The guys all laughed at me, all aware of how excited I'd been with sucking their cocks. Despite my caution, they saw straight through me anyway. "Que pasa con el semen en el suelo...? Que es mejor que conseguir de que las manchas del azulejo...!"^ said Al, pointing at the cum puddle Peppi made on the floor. That's when I felt Luis grab the back of my head, then push me face down onto the tiled floor... "Lick it up, el hombre blanco..." he yelled, pushing my face in the puddle. I didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he was saying... "...que cum comer en el piso!"+ I began to lick the cum off the floor, slurping it up like spilled soup. The guys all watched for a few minutes until I finished licking the floor clean. Then they walked away laughing, speaking Spanish as they went back to work... "...hijo de puta desagradable..."o "Volver al trabajo..., voy a comporbar en el que mas tarde...!"v said Carlos, as the guys all piled past him. I was far too embarrassed to look up at him as I sat on the floor with my back against the shower glass. Carlos came into the room... "I sent the guys back to work..." he said, as I pulled my knees up, crossed my arms over my caps, and lowered my head into my arms. "Don't beat yourself up, Mike..." comforted Carlos, rubbing the back of my neck as he crouched down beside me. "...we are what we are..., there's no getting around it...!" "But I'm NOT this...!" I argued, looking up with tears in my eyes. "How could it be...?! I've never craved cock or a man before in my life...! Now I'm..., now..." I couldn't say, as I lowered my head back onto my arms, not wanting to cry in front of my worker. Carlos patted me on the back (supportively), then stood up (probably finding me a lost cause). "Stay in here..." he suggested, "...take as much time as you need to recoup..., I'LL take over the site until you feel up to coming out...!" I wanted to thank Carlos for stepping in and taking over, for saving my hide, but I was far too embarrassed to look up at him. God..., what did he THINK of me...?? Just then Luis popped his head into the room... "Carlos..., cuando vamos joder el culo...? Queremos algun gatito!"x I looked up as Carlos looked down at me, studying me as if to figure out my mindset... "Mas Tarde. Despues del almuerzo...!"~ he said firmly (I assume telling the men what to do). "Grandes! Voy a correr la voz...!"= said Luis, dashing back into the kitchen. Yeah..., Carlos had it all in check. He's take care of things while I regrouped... _____________________________________________________________ This was the second installment of MY SON ON THE BAR written by NPhillydogg@aol.com for Willingmike2@gmail.com. Please feel free to email him or me with your comments and questions, or join me on FACEBOOK.com for updates of this or any of my other titles. Also look me up in Nifty's prolific author's section at the top of Their home page for the full list of my titles. Thank you. –DOGG. * "It's cum..., lick it off!" ^"Taste good, right?" +"Why suck fingers, when he could suck cock...?" ~"Suck my cock, white man...., suck it!" x"Shit, man sucks like a Mexican whore...!" v"Let me have some of that..." o"Suck that dick, asshole..., before I choke you on it...!" #"Look at him go..., he wants that sperm...!" ="He's about to get it too...!" z"Suck my dick, motherfucker..., I'm gonna make you eat my cum...!" * "My turn...!" ** "Look..., he cum his pants...!" ^"What about the cum on the floor? we'd better get it up before it stains the tile...!" +"Lick it up, white man..., eat that cum off the floor!" o"...nasty fucker..." v"Get back to work... I'll check in on you later...!" x"When can we fuck his ass...? We want some pussy!" ~"Later..., after lunch...!"" ="Great! I'll spread the word!"