RANDY part 2


Does your mother know you're reading this shit?

Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teen boys. It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth. What it does contain is stroking material. If this kind of story turns you off, please find something else.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and underage children.

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Gosh, it's taken a long time to get back to this story. The holidays have been so hectic and my new life...Well let me start where I left off, okay?

Dad listened to every word I said without interruption. Tears poured down his face as he sat and looked at me. I didn't know what to think. Did my father hate me? Is he disappointed in me? Did he hate me being gay? I couldn't read him. I started to cry. I mean my daddy is the greatest man to ever come across my life and he is crying so I guess I can. I don't know why he is crying but I am crying because he is and that's because he hates me.

My dad is still a bear. He is sixty and stands six feet tall in stocking feet. He weighs two thirty pounds and is rock hard solid muscle. I can still hit him right in the stomach, with every ounce of strength in me, and it doesn't even phase him.

This bear got out of his chair with tears streaming down his face. His face was distorted in pain as he cried, deeply. He walked over to where I was sitting on the couch and bent down. He picked me up like I was a small child and carried me in his big arms to his bedroom. He lay me on his bed and sat down beside me. He wiped his hand across my face as he had done so many times in the past. He brushed my hair back and wiped the tears from my eyes. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek then he rose and left the room. I heard him shut the bathroom door. I lay still.

Ten minutes passed before I crept to the bathroom door and listened. He was talking. I listened until I realized he was praying. He was praying in anguish for me. He was begging God not to let me be like him. He asked for forgiveness for making me queer, as he was calling it. He was crying so hard I worried about him. He loves his church and Jesus. I tried to go to church but all I ever got was condemnation. How was I going to handle this. I opened the door. He was on his knees with his elbows on the toilet lid. He looked up at me.

I awakened in bed. I was naked and from the smell I knew that I was in my daddy's bed with his arm around me. He rolled toward me and brushed my face once again. He held his big hand against my cheek. I turned and kissed his palm. "You didn't make me gay, dad. I have always been this way. I was there when we used to play. You didn't make me do anything I didn't want to do. You didn't let me do all the things I wanted to do. You tried to stop me. I went out and found others to play with and there were a lot of them that wanted to play just like I did. I knew what you wanted of me and I tried to be that person but it was a lie. I was lying to myself about who and what I am. I know now and I am going to prove to you that I am a daddy loving cock sucking get it up the butt fucking queer and I only have eyes for you....and maybe my son if you'll let me." He laughed at that then pulled me to him for a long deep kiss.

When my dad grabbed hold of my cut cock I thought I would die. His calloused hand felt like the softest velvet on my skin. He moved his fingers around the head of my cock as he gripped the shaft in his vice like hold. He cursed my mother for having me cut. He wanted me left intact to make the decision for myself. He was uncut but has an infection and is to have himself cut in February. I told him I wanted to spend every second possible with his foreskin while he still had it. He turned on the light and showed me his pain. His foreskin had grown closed over the head of his dick. Only the tiniest of openings could be seen. When he pulled the skin down tight to his head I could see the cuts and open wounds. He told me that at night he would get an erection and it would try to pop through the foreskin and couldn't. It would just split his skin and cause him more pain.

I asked about ejaculation and all the good stuff. He told me with a very red face that he had learned the hard way to keep himself from having nocturnal emissions was to masturbate two or three times daily but to do it so that he wouldn't achieve an erection. I told him that I would help him and he assured me that he was having a hard enough time fighting an erection now and if I were to touch him he would loose the battle. I kissed his dick and then I kissed him.

He turned me around and sucked me off. His dick grew in my mouth. He pulled out and went to fill his coffee cup. He came back and finished me off shooting some of my cum in his cup. I looked at him strangely I guess. "What? Never heard of coffee with cream?" He stirred his coffee with his finger and drank some of it. I took it from him and drank some. It was good. I told him to whip me up a batch and went to the kitchen. I came back and watched as he jacked off not touching the head very often and not pulling the skin tight at all. He aimed at my cup and shot his load. I licked his spout clean and tasted my daddy's cum for the first time.

We moved to the love seat in the den. He lit a fire in the fireplace and we cuddled together. I told him about Shawn, my son. My son is thirteen and a half. He is almost as opposite of me at that age as he can be. He is very out spoken and popular. He is gay and out to everyone. He is comfortable with it and he says the kids at school accept it. He doesn't have a boy friend and so far is virgin. He has told me that he wants me to be his first. I told him that I had to talk to my dad and see if it is okay. That got a big laugh out of him. He has never met my dad but that is my fault. When I have visitation I am to busy and selfish to share him with anyone.

I never married his mother. She is talking of getting married for the first time in her life and she doesn't think that having a teenage son is going to work. I have told her that I will take him. He is at an age where he needs his father. She agrees. She says he is so mixed up that he is telling her he is gay when all he needs is a male role model.

Dad got up and put another log on the fire. He reached down beside my side of the love seat and pulled the handle. The love seat was a double recliner. I lay all the way back as he left the room. He was back in moments with two large furry pillows and a thick queen sized comforter. He dropped the comforter to the floor and bent over to suck my dick. He finger fucked me with three fingers. He made me see all of the stars in the universe. He asked me if I liked to get fucked. I told him I hadn't been fucked since I was sixteen. That I was saving myself for my true love. He licked up the best load I have shot in eons and sat down next to me again pulling the comforter over us. He put his leg rest up and we snuggled up and fell asleep. It was the best night of my life bar none. I slept like a baby in my daddy's arms. I wanted for nothing else.

At seven thirty my cell started it's Bohemian Rhapsody, what a hell of a ring tone for that hour of the morning. I won't tell you what dad had to say about it. It was Shawn's mother. Her boyfriend had popped the question and she said yes. Could I come get the kid today? Are all women this callous or just the ones dad and I find. He said they are the same way with him.

I told dad not to go anywhere that I would be right back. He didn't know that Shawn lived less than a block away. I ran over there in my car for appearances and was back in ten minutes. As we entered I told Shawn to get naked. I dropped my clothes on the living room couch. Dad came around the corner from the kitchen with sweat pants on which I grabbed and pulled off of him. I took both of the men in my life to the den and we parked it on the love seat with the blanket over us and the leg rests up.

I took dad's hand and laid it on Shawn's soft cock. I turned Shawn's face to mine and I kissed him. I turned his face to dad and told them to kiss. Damn, that was sensual. They looked so damn hot and I know that they loved it, they were breathing like to kids in heat. I could see dad's hand allover Shawn's young meat. I put my hand over there too and played with his nuts and cock as dad did. I was kissing Shawn and dad and they were kissing back and with each other. Shawn said he was going to cum. I told him to stick it in his grandfather's mouth. Dad threw the covers back and bent over as Shawn reared up. Dad nursed him dry then got up and put a log on the fire. We sat back and kissed some more, each of us sucking the cum out of dad's mouth.

"Shawn, your dad and I have talked and I think we need to let you know a family secret. He tells me you think you are gay. Do you want to talk about it?" This was met with silence. "I just sucked your dick and swallowed your cum. What do you think of that?"

"I think that it felt good. It didn't last to long though."

"What the cumming or the sucking?"

"The sucking."

"You want me to suck you longer?"




Dad pulled him off of the love seat and on to the floor. He got down and sucked the boy, my son, until Shawn filled his mouth with cum, again. Dad sat and looked at him. "Yeah."

"You like that don't you? Is that your first time with someone else?"


"Can you say anything else?"

"Yeah." We all laughed.

"He's your son. Do something." I got down on the floor and sucked his dick. Dad put my dick to his lips and told him to suck me. He was terrible at it but he tried. By the time he was cumming he was doing me a half ass job. Dad told him he needed lots of practice. He told me to get on my back and he helped Shawn to get on top. He walked Shawn through giving a blow job and had all of my seven and a half inch cock in my son's throat in just a few minutes. I shot a load and I thought Shawn was going to hurl but he took it like a trooper. Dad helped him lick it all up.

Shawn rolled over, exhausted. Dad pushed his legs back and ate his ass hole. Shawn was in ecstacy. Dad turned and ate me out then he pushed Shawn up and shoved his hardened dick in me. I had not been fucked in seventeen years and I wanted my dad to do me but I knew why he couldn't right now. He prodded Shawn until nature took over and the boy fucked the living daylights out of me. He was thirteen but he had a man sized five and a half inch thick cock in my ass and I felt every bit of it.

The look on Shawn's face was priceless. He was loving every stroke. When he started to cum dad was finger fucking his ass. He started to buck and shove into me so hard I thought for sure that I was moving across the room. I didn't feel his cum or any of that shit but I could hear his dick squishing in my ass so I knew I was full. Shawn rolled away and dad licked him clean then he licked and sucked my ass.

In a few minutes dad had me clean and he was licking Shawn again. He grabbed me by the dick and pulled me over. I saw that he had four fingers in Shawn's tight little ass. He lined me up and pulled his fingers out as I went in. Shawn met me and we pushed together until I was all of the way in him. Dad held me still. He told me that if I hurt my son he would ram a baseball bat up my ass. I kissed the old man and told him I loved him.

I started into the tightest fuck of my life as I smiled on the most precious face in all of the world. That face was blocked as dad moved in and started to kiss my son. In a few minutes he pulled up and told me to stop. He had Shawn turn over as he got on the floor and pulled my son on top of him then he told me to resume. Like the obedient son I try to be I minded my daddy and fucked my young son's butt as he and my daddy sucked each other. I don't know who got the most out of it. I know I was happy with my lot. Dad got a load off and a load in his mouth. Shawn got a load in both ends. We all agreed that we would do the three way very often with variations on the positions.

We all got into dad's big walk in handicap shower with the clear glass wall across the back and glass blocks on the ends. We took our time washing each other. We went out for a big meal as we talked about living arrangements.

Dad has a huge house. He had built it himself when I was a boy. He had redone it over the years and I didn't recognize it. He had a fairly large living room with a small compact kitchen and an open and airy breakfast area that opened to a private patio. He told me that when the weather allowed he liked to sit out there and eat breakfast in the nude and watch the morning grow on the earth. His bedroom was large with a sitting area in front of the fireplace that was shared from the small den. The den was comfortable and done up with the love seat and two tables. Built in book cases reached floor to ceiling. He had more books than I have ever seen in a private home before and most of them were Bible commentaries or religious studies. His bath had a large walk in shower with three heads but the back wall was all glass. I found out that it was a six foot sliding glass door that opened onto a private garden. I could see the plants and the bench but it didn't dawn on me that the door opened. Dad liked to take a shower in the woods, his own private woods. He had a twelve by twenty foot garden surrounded by an eight foot stucco wall that gave total privacy. There was a large heavy wooden gate at the end so that he could get in to tend the garden from the back yard. He could enter the garden from the shower or his bedroom or from outside.

He opened a door at the end of the hall and we were in a whole other house. We entered into a hallway that led down between four large bedrooms each with their own bath. A very large formal living room was at the center of the house with a magnificent marble entry way. A dining room with a table set for fourteen was just off of the chef's kitchen which had two of everything, stoves, refrigerators, sinks, and even dishwashers. The family room had a ten foot roll down tv screen, an eight foot regulation pool table, eight ball, and every type of video game and pinball game I had ever heard of. There was a large pool in the back yard with a spa at the end by dad's bed room. He had set this up hoping some day that I would live there with my family and he would live in his end. Shawn and I would live there but we would all live where he lived, big end or small. Dad said we needed to talk about our homosexuality. He said it was only fair to start with the oldest so that the youngest didn't feel that they were weird. He told us that he started sucking cock when he was fourteen. He had an unfortunate date with a girl that turned him off women for four years. He only married because that is what boys did. He wanted to give his family what they wanted, heirs. He found himself divorced and had no interest in another life of lies. He tried dating but he felt that he wasn't being true to them or himself so he took up the life of a recluse.

I told them that I am much the same way. I wanted a love that I couldn't have so I tried to be the good son and have a family but just couldn't function. I was unhappy but no one knew why. I had a few one night stands but I couldn't find anyone to compare with my true love so I was miserable.

Shawn knew he had no interest in girls. He didn't really feel anything for boys but he had a better relationship with them than he did with girls. He fantasized about men. He wanted big dicks and hairy men with big bellies. I felt left out until dad told him that a year of his cooking we would all be fat. Shawn told us that today had been the best day of his life and he thought that he had found what he wanted in life. Dad told him that he was a pup with a lot of growing up to do. He told us both that Shawn may or may not end up gay. He told him that he would meet a girl and have an affair and try the other side of life for a season. He said we were created to father a son, build a house, and plant a tree. He pointed at me then his house and to the citrus grove in his front yard. He told us his life was complete and we were the completion of it. He said he would bask in our love and share as much of it as we were comfortable with on one condition. No means no. At this moment we all wanted sex with each other exclusively but there would come a time when we didn't want anything to do with each other. When that time comes we are to stop what we are doing and separate. We can go to our rooms or to another part of the house but break it off. If it happened that one of us wanted to move out the others shouldn't try to hard to stop him. In time he may come back but let them have their head as he had done with me. He said we have to sew our oats where we will and will come to harvest when we are ready.

My dad is wise. I hate the thought of finding a relationship with my son and then losing it. I know what my dad went through all of those years but he waited for me to find it out and he is there for me now. I can't wait until he is circumcised so I can feel his giant cock in my mouth again and this time I am going to take it up my butt just like my friend Johnny did when we were ten. He won't go to jail now and I will be sure that Shawn knows the whole story so that he won't cause me or my dad to go to jail. I will cut Shawn loose in a second if he ever threatens my dad. Son or no son.

So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction? Tell me about it at fisherman@iname.com.

Hangin' hard, dude.

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