Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2004 18:51:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: MY SON IN THE BAR - 3 A reminder, you must be at least 18 years old to read the following story, and then only if its content is legal in the area where you live. All legal warnings apply and are applicable, and I repeat again that this story is erotic fantasy and pure fiction. Comments and suggestions have been, and will be, welcomed at willingmike@yahoo.com. MY SON IN THE BAR -3- by WillingMike Tyrone just smiled at me as I stood next to him, watching his foot long black cock, maybe the biggest I'd ever seen, smash over and over into my son Shawn's bubble butt. From the view I had now it was obvious that Shawn was pressing back hard against Tyrone's muscular body, eager for each new brutal thrust to send his head bumping into the wall of the bathroom stall. Ron, my construction worker buddy, had just released a mammoth load into Shawn's mouth through the glory hole in that very wall, but once he removed his spent dick from Shawn's mouth, there was nothing to buffer my son's blonde head from the wall...not as hard as Tyrone was pounding him, anyway! Ron slowly pulled his jeans back up, tucked in his T-shirt, and walked over by me. He looked down with a smirk at my own rigid 9-incher, and threw his left arm around my shoulder, saying "Mike, buddy, now that the secret's out...all I can say is, if that ass of his is half as talented as his mouth, you are one lucky daddy to have it available to you all the time at home." At that, Tyrone delivered another resounding smack to Shawn's ass as he fucked it, and loudly proclaimed "Oh, this the most 'talented' fuckin' ass this nigger ever had, gentlemen! Yeah, Dad surely gonna be tapping this hole regular!" In the meantime, Tyrone's fellow trucker, Willie, was still standing there slowly beating his own cock, and looking disgusted that he had been told I was next in line for Shawn's ass...not him...but it was my own son, for God's sake. I had gone from stupid, naive disbelief to full acknowledgement that my fifteen year old son was a full-fledged and very experienced slut...and there was no reason for me to miss out on the pleasure everyone else was getting from my boy. Ron watched the action for a while longer, then patted me on the shoulder a couple of times and said "Well, I guess I'll meander back out for another beer. Man, I need one after that work-out!" Just as he started walking toward the restroom door, Tyrone let out a growl that must have been heard up at the bar and slammed even harder into Shawn's ass. "MMMMPHHH....UHHHHHH.....OHHHHH.....SHIT!" he yelled out, as his entire body seemed to quiver and he reached up with his meaty hands to grab both Shawn's shoulders and pull him back even tighter onto that massive cock of his. Then he slumped over Shawn's glistening back and panted for a few seconds, then roughly jerked his 12-incher out of the boy's butthole. Cum was still dripping from the end of his cock, and the sight of what appeared to be a full pint of white, thick cream running out of the boy's gaping hole and down the back of both his legs made me hotter than ever. "My turn now, son," I said with a hoarse voice. Shawn opened his eyes again, and turned his head to look back at me. "Dad...this is what I've wanted the most...for so long now. But my legs are really hurting, being bent sideways over this toilet seat. Is there any way...I mean, it's up to you, you can do me any way you want...but maybe I could lie down on the floor on my back? And wrap my legs around you? That's the way...well, that's how I always kinda picturing you fucking Mom and other women when I'd beat off." "Get your ass down there, but hurry up. I'm goddamned horny right now, gotta get what's mine," I replied. Shawn hopped down from the toilet and laid himself flat on the cold concrete floor. He spread his legs wide and lifted them up at the knees, waiting for me, eyeing my cock with a lustful expression the entire time. I dropped down on top of him, none too gently, and felt his own rock hard cock pressing up against my hairy gut. I lifted his legs with my own hands, reared back, and ... SLAM ... my cock was drawn like a magnet into his well-lubed hole and I instantly shoved it to the max. Shawn's head tilted back and his eyes seemed to roll into his head, as he muttered "Oh, God...oh, God...so good. Fuck me, Dad!" And fuck him I did, with his ass being the tightest, smoothest, warmest hole I had ever filled in my 32 years. I kept my own eyes open so I could watch his every reaction, hear his every whimper and moan, and I tried my best to match the ferocious pounding Tyrone had just given him. By that time Tyrone had slipped his trucking uniform back on, and he and Ron just watched the action for a while, then slowly turned and headed back out to the bar. Willie was still standing right beside us, having slipped his pants all the way off now, and was still jacking his meat in anticipation of his own turn on my boy's lithe body. "Shit," he finally muttered, "gotta have my dick buried in somethin'...cocksucker might as well get it good and wet for me till I can get in his sweet young ass." And with that he lowered himself over Shawn's face, ordered "Open wide, bitch!" and rammed the full length of his black cock into the kid's mouth. The dick was maybe only a 6-incher, but, like I said before, son of a bitch was as big around as a beer can. From what I could see, Shawn was straining to get his mouth opened wide enough to take it, but it looked like he was managing real well. I quickly heard the same eager slurping sounds he had been making when he sucked Ron's cock so well. This position put Willie's black ass, smooth except for a lot of hair in the crack, right in my face, but that didn't bother me too much at this moment. I lifted my upper torso up slightly, and, with Shawn's legs wrapped tightly around my waist, kept right on punding his butt. At one point, during an especially hard thrust by Willie, my face was buried right in that hairy crack of his, but like I said...I was past caring. Athletic Willie was slam-dunking Shawn's mouth just as violently as I was nailing his smooth, slick butt, and we worked up quite a rhythm together. And Shawn was into it totally, hanging on to Willie's butt with both his hands to keep him firmly in place while his mouth was being fucked, and moving his body up to meet every one of his old man's eager thrusts into his asshole. This went on for about ten more minutes before I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. What felt like the biggest load of cum I had ever produced worked its way up from my balls, and before I could stop myself I was yelling and cussing as loud as Tyrone had when he emptied his load into Shawn. And Shawn knew exactly what was happening, too, 'cause he clenched those ass muscles of his so tight around by erupting dick, I thought I was gonna pass out. I was so weak I just dropped my head down onto Willie's still moving butt, and rested it there for a minute. But Willie realized he finally had his chance at what he had wanted the most...Shawn's ass. "Ok, get off the kid...I'm ready to cornhole my load out now," he said as he pulled his wet dick from my son's mouth and stood back up. I slowly pulled by dick out of that beautiful bubble butt, and reluctantly started reaching for my clothes. I was barely out of the way when Willie commanded, "Rollover, slut. And spread your legs real wide." Shawn was quickly on his stomach, since that was the position Willie obviously preferred, and just had time to glance at me and mutter "God, Dad...so good. Thank you" before Willie was spread out on his back and ramming that beer-can cock up the kid's ass. Shawn took it fine, but Willie was pounding him into the cement floor so hard that every stroke seemed to take his breath away. "Mmmph...mmmph...mmmph" I kept hearing over and over. Over and over again as I slowly slipped back into my clothes, looked at the latest fuck action for a couple of minutes, and then headed back to the bar for a much-needed beer. I closed the john door behind me, leaving my son and his latest partner to their pleasure...and noticed that Ron and Joe and Tyrone...as well as Mac, the city utilities worker, and the buddy he had come in with...plus two new dudes who were both young and well-built, but I didn't recognize at all...were all staring at me as I made my way back to my stool. I didn't say anything as I sat back down, and was grateful that Joe had a cold Bud waiting for me. I immediately chugged down half of it, before Ron broke the ice and smiled at me. "Well....now don't try to tell your old buddy here that you're havin' regrets, 'cause I'll never buy it. Gonna try to tell me you aren't gonna be all over that kid from now on...morning, noon, and night?" "Hmmmm. Well, I guess I can't tell ya that, Ron...'cause, God help me, I probably will be. Took me a hell of a long time to figure out what he is, but now that I know...and now that I know how damned GOOD he is...Christ, man, how can I keep my hands off him?" Ron just smiled even bigger, and said "You can't. Nobody could...and that includes me, Mike. And I ain't planning on leaving him alone either, might as well tell ya the truth on that one. But then I don't think Shawn wants anyone to leave him alone for too long, do you? Honest, now." "Nope," I replied, taking another swig of my beer. "Nope, it's damned obvious he needs a lot of attention...from a lot of different guys. Pretty constant attention, too." "That's something I wanna talk to you about, Mike," Joe said as he leaned across the bar in front of me. "We've all been talkin' about that very subject. Things have been gettin' damn boring around here lately, very few broads wandering in any more, and lots of horny customers, you know what I mean?" I just nodded at him. "And...well this part is awkward, but shit...I know work for you is on and off...long dry spells, right?" "Hell, I'm in the same racket, Mike...I know construction is like that for all us guys. Feast or famine," Ron piped in. Then Joe continued, "And you've run up a pretty good sized tab here with me, Mike...not that I mind carrying you...I mean, hell, I know I'm gonna get paid eventually. But now we have a way to pay off that tab real fast...and a way to have ALL future beers on the house, too, if you get my drift..." "Using Shawn, you mean?" I got his drift alright. "Well, shit, buddy, not using him any way he don't wanna be used, that's for damned sure! I mean every guy in here right now...and even the new ones, hell, everybody heard what was going on in the john, Mike...and...and they all need some relief, they all want a little piece of that cute kid you got. I want some more of him myself...so does Ron...so does Tyrone. Plus there's four other dudes sitting in here right now that are fuckin' droolin, man! So...so, shit...why not make some money off your boy's mouth and ass? Just seems nuts not to!" Joe finished, and was looking at me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for my response. I was just staring at him when Ron piped in with "Plus, now I know for a fact that he's handin' it out to half the high school, Mike. You know when I dropped the beer at his table, before I motioned him into the john? I made sure I was right first. I only said one thing to him, said 'Hey, you know Jimmy Little works part time for me...you the Shawn that he and his high school buddies are always talkin' about?...Like, you their Special Friend?' And Shawn smiled from ear to ear and said 'Sure am!' So I knew right then he was the toy boy they all been playin' with...that's when I motioned for him to follow me. I'd already heard what a good cocksucker and ass fuck he is for all of 'em, and I wanted to try some of that myself!" Joe jumped in then with "That's another stupid thing, all those kids gettin' it every day for free. Hell, I know the kid loves dick and can't get enough of it...but those fuckers could at least be buyin' his lunch or chippin' in to buy his school books, or SOMETHING to help you out. Shawn may be too young and dumb to know that a whore can make good money, but, shit, Mike...you're not!" I was just thinking over everything they had said to me when the restroom door flew open and Willie swaggered out, zipping up his pants as he walked toward the bar. He looked over at the guys sitting there and hollered "Next!" Mac, the utilities worker, and one of the younger new guys I hadn't recognized were both on their feet in a split second, almost running toward the bathroom. "Hold on, goddamnit!" I bellowed. "Just hold on!" They both stopped in their tracks and all eyes were on me...some with anger, I thought, and some with disappointment. "First things first, fellahs. Time to feed the kitty before you feed the pussy," I said, and with that I grabbed an empty beer mug off the bar and held it in their direction. They understood immediately, and were digging into their pockets and shoving bills into the mug before they started back toward the john...unbuttoning shirts and unzipping pants on their way. I even caught a glimpse of the new guy's muscular ass as he had started pulling down his pants before he even made it throught the bathroom door. Ron and Joe both smiled at me, and Ron said "Now that's what I call being a good Dad." To Be Continued.... willingmike@yahoo.com