Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2004 20:47:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike <willingmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY SON IN THE BAR -5-

All previously stated legal disclaimers apply to this 5th chapter of "My
Son In The Bar" just as they were in effect for the first 4 chapters, and
thanks again to all those who have responded to (and apparently enjoyed!)
my first attempt at erotic fiction.  Anyone who wishes to expand on their
favorite scenes or offer detailed suggestions for future episodes, please
contact willingmike@yahoo.com. Now...should we allow Shawn to continue
enjoying himself...? Sure, why not!


                                 MY SON IN THE BAR  -5-
                                 by WillingMike


     This had surely been the most unusual and exciting night in the
history of "The Frog," our little red-neck neighborhood bar.  Eight men
(including myself!) who had been serviced by my fifteen year old son
Shawn's bubble butt or hungry mouth...or both...were sitting around the
bar waiting for the ninth member of our little group to start his
assault.
     I had watched Darren, a 20's-something hunk I had never met before,
brutally fuck my kid's mouth in the restroom. He had advised me right
then that his slightly younger brother, Beau, would be wanting Shawn's
ass, and he also seemed to know from first hand experience that Shawn
would fully appreciate Beau's expertise at cornholing. It was that butt
fucking we were about to witness, as Shawn, buck naked, was bent over the
side of the pool table in the back of the bar...and Beau had slowly
removed his own T-shirt and stepped out of his shorts. He hadn't bothered
with underwear, so he walked up behind Shawn with a solid 7 or 8 inch
boner leading the way, and then turned so that we all could view his very
muscular, fuzzy butt.
     There was a slight probing of fingers into my boy's smooth asshole,
and Beau mumbled "Well-lubed...lots of cum in here to help my baby
slide home." And then 'slide home' it did, with one forceful thrust and a
clenching of Beau's round butt, his dick was obviously buried to the
hilt. We all heard a "Mmmmmpphhhh!" sound escape Shawn's mouth as he
threw his head back in obvious appreciation and lust.
     "You like it, boy? Hmmm? You like this man's cock filling up that
little boy pussy of yours?"  He started slowly thrusting in and out...in
and out...and we all sat mesmerized, watching Beau rotate that ass of his
round and round to truly open up Shawn's asshole, and then thrusting in
to the limit again...HARD...as Shawn whimpered "Oh, yeah...oh, yeah...oh,
yeah...give me...give me..."
     Beau's slow, methodical butt fucking continued, as his older brother
Darren got up from his stool at the side of the bar and walked over next
to me. He dropped his right arm over my left shoulder and leaned in close
to me, almost whispering in my ear, "What'd I tell ya, Daddy? My bro
knows how to throw a fuck, don't he? And your boy sure as hell knows how
to take one...man, he's lovin' every minute of that...you know that,
don't you?"
     I don't know why I did it, but I put my left arm around Darren's
trim waist and pulled him in closer to me. "Yeah...you're right, he loves
to get fucked...can't deny it, especially since I've been in that sweet
ass of his myself."  Then, thinking of asses and remembering that Darren
himself had a very hot one, I slowly lowered my hand down to slowly
squeeze one of his muscular buns, then the identical globe next to it.
     Darren had pulled his jeans back up, but hadn't fastened them or
zipped up his fly...and he, like his brother Beau, didn't sport
underwear, so there was almost an electricty between my hand and his
denim covered butt...with his ass eminating a sensual heat. And there was
no flinching on his part...he very deliberately moved his bubble butt
back firmly against my hand.
     "Mmmmm," he sighed. "Thought it would be a relief to turn Beau loose
on some other dude's ass for a change, but...damn...I kinda miss the
action, you know? Guess my little bro has been pounding me for so many
years, just got used to it."
     I quietly kept gently squeezing and patting Darren's butt, glancing
around to make sure none of the other bar patrons were aware of that
activity...but I shouldn't have worried.  Every eye in that place was
staring at Beau's masterful fucking of my son, listening to Shawn's
occasional moans and whimpers, and seeing that his bare feet were
actually being lifted off the floor once in a while when Beau gave an
extra forceful thrust into the depths of his bowels.
     Realizing that no one else was paying any attention to us, I slowly
inserted my left hand into the back of Darren's jeans and felt his bare
fuzzy butt. I lowered my hand a little and he spread his legs slightly
wider apart...and one of my fingers slipped easily into his asshole, so I
quickly followed with a second finger, then a third. There was no
resistance from him, so I slowly started finger fucking him with a steady
rhythm that matched the one his brother's dick was using on my son's
asshole.
     This went on for some time, as we were both obviously enjoying
ourselves...as well as enjoying the sex show Beau and Shawn were putting
on for us...when suddenly Tyrone was standing behind us, engulfing us
both with his big arms and strong black hands. Apparently our activity
hadn't gone unnoticed after all.
     Tyrone just smiled broadly and, keeping his voice low, said "Now
Mike, I guess the niggahs of Fernway Trucking Company got somethin' more
to thank you for...mean 'cept for your own little pussy son you brung in
here. Sheee-it, buddy, it looks like you've dicovered some new talent!
And Willie and me, we gonna have to hit the road real soon, prob'ly can't
hang around for seconds on Baby Shawn the way we'd like, ya know? And we
really do need some more satisfaction 'fore we take off...so if you don't
care none...I think we'll just be borrowing this new toy boy for just a
few minutes."
     With that, both of his meaty black paws were on Darren's shoulders
and he was forcefully propelling him toward the restroom.  My hand had
been more or less yanked out of the new guy's pants (and asshole), and I
think the look on my face was probably as surprised and bewildered as the
one on Darren's.
     I looked over at the john door, and Willie was standing there
waiting for Tyrone to deliver their new conquest. I heard Darren sort of
mumble, "Wait...hang on...I don't know..." but then I heard Tyrone reply
more forcefully, "Oh, I DO know, lil' buddy...I know all I need to
know...till we gets you into that bathroom, anyways."
     Everything was moving pretty fast at that point.  My friend, Ron,
and Joe, the bartender, had both become aware that something was going
on by then, and we all saw Willie throw the bathroom door open and reach
out to grab Darren's arm to pull him into the crapper just as Tyrone
roughly yanked Darren's jeans the rest of the way to his ankles.  And I
sure as hell didn't know what was happening to pussy-loving Mike Harris
after all these years, but my last view of Darren's muscular bare butt as
Tyrone pushed him forward looked damned hot to me!
     We three all looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and then
slowly turned our attention back to Beau and Shawn...with all three of us
rubbing hard cocks through our pants. Yep, this was gonna be a night for
the record books. Well, the record books at "The Frog," anyway!
     In the meantime, Beau was oblivious to anything going on around him,
and obviously didn't know his brother had been "kidnapped," so to speak.
His concentration was all centered on the slow, hard fuck he was throwing
into Shawn's ass, and Shawn didn't seem to be getting worn out at all. In
fact, the longer and rougher Beau plowed him, the more he seemed to moan
in pleasure and clench his butthole tightly around its welcomed intruder.
Any question, any doubt, that my own son was a full-fledged slut whore
had left my mind long ago.
     About that time, Frank Little stood up and motioned for his employee
at the Utilities, Mac, to join him. They threw some bills on the bar, and
then stopped by me on the way out. "Mac gotta be at work bright and early
tomorrow, and I got a wife waiting at home for me, you know?" Frank
said.  I nodded.  "But, Harris, I'll tell you what...you got a very
talented son there, and I intend to get some more of that." There was no
question to that, it was clearly just a statement of fact from a man who
was accustomed to having his way, and I just nodded again.
     "What's your schedule?  I suppose you're gonna have him in here
again tomorrow night...well, hell, most nights I expect...but I'd kind of
enjoy more private time with him. And I'd expect to pay for that, of
course," he added.
     "Well, sure...I...I mean, he goes to school, gets home around 3:30
in the afternoon.  I usually don't get home till maybe 5:30 or 6:00, then
eat somethin,'  then usually head for here. This was his first night to
tag along, but...yeah, well...after talking to Joe tonight, I may be
bringing him in again."
     "So he's home about 3:30 every day?" Frank asked...and that's when
it hit me.
     "Oh!  Well, yeah, BUT...seems like there are always other guys from
school hangin' out with him after school, including..." but I stopped
myself before I said "Including your own son."
     He thought for a minute, and then said, "Tell you what...he has a
doctor appointment tomorrow afternoon, so he's gonna need to leave school
about noon."  Then he dug into his pocket and handed me a fifty dollar
bill. "Here, you can write the note to the school attendance office about
his appointment on this, if you want to," and with that he gave one of
his rare and only half-hearted smiles. "Just make sure he gets his ass
home right after noon tomorrow, understand?"
     I just nodded, and slipped the latest fifty into my pocket.
"Oh...and give your address to Mac here.  Mac, you write it down for
me."  And then he strode out the door, leaving Shawn's loud moans of
pleasure from the pool table (and more muffled sounds of seemingly rough
activity in the bathroom) behind him.
     I turned to Mac, who had a slip of paper and pen in his hand, and
said "334 E. Elm...it's apartment 2, downstairs on the right of the
hall," I said as he scribbled. "Thanks, Mike...and thanks so much for
sharing the boy!  Jesus, that was a fuck I'll always remember," Mac said,
as he scurried after his boss.
     "Big old yellow apartment house, right?" Ron commented, after they
had left. "I thought that's where you lived, never been too sure, Hell, I
always just see you in here." And then an unusually loud moan from Shawn
drew our attention back to the royal fucking my boy was getting from
Beau.  I knew that if Darren was used to taking it up the ass from Beau,
as he seemed to be, he wouldn't be having too much trouble over in the
bar's restroom...but then I suddenly pictured that foot long dick on
Tyrone and the beer can sized cock that Willie sported, and I wasn't
positive that the next muffled moans and groans I heard coming from the
john were ones of pleasure or pain.
     But I recognized pure pleasure coming from Shawn's direction...and
the fucking Beau was dishing out to him accelerated to a new high that
meant my boy was going to soon have yet another thick load of cum
dripping out of his ass. And that's exactly what happened in about five
more minutes, with a loud "Mmmmpphhhhh...cockSUCKING fag, shit, goddamn,
take it, boy, take it like a man!" pouring out of Beau's mouth.
     Shawn had been fucked hard and long...and obviously very well.  When
Beau yanked his leaking cock out of my boy's bubble butt, Shawn almost
slipped completely off the pool table to the floor, and I saw the glazed
look in his eyes, but I heard him mutter, "Thank you...thank you...so
good...needed that."
     Both Ron and Joe turned to me, saying, almost at the same time "I
want some more of him, Mike."  But right then the noise got a lot louder
in the john, and there seemed to be noises of scuffling, with Darren's
voice clearly audible, moaning "No, no more...enough! Goddamn! Shit!"
     That alerted Beau, who looked around and said "Where's my brother?"
Then he headed naked for the john, and started banging on the door when
it wouldn't open.  We all knew the lock didn't work, so either Tyrone or
Willie had to have been blocking the door from the inside while the other
one pounded Darren's butt.
     It sounded like the rough-voiced Willie yelling, "Get the fuck away
from that door, boy, till we get done.  And we ain't done yet!  You can
have this punk brother of yours back once we've finished filling his
ass!"
     A red-faced, naked Beau continued to pound on the door and yell, and
a scared, naked Shawn came running over to me and jumped into my lap. I
turned to Joe and said "Shit, man, we left Shawn's clothes in there!
Well, hell, I gotta get him out of here before this ruckus brings in the
cops.  I'll sneak him outta here bare-ass, and I'll get his clothes from
you sometime tomorrow, ok?"
     "Yeah...yeah...sure," replied Joe...with something besides his dick
to worry about for the first time tonight.  And with that I once again
threw Shawn over my shoulder and headed for the door, but not before Ron
had a chance to reach out and smack his bare, cum-leaking butt, mumbling
"Goddamnit...I needed some more of him!"


TO BE CONTINUED.....
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