RANDY part 3
by CARL DICKSON
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.
If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, then please go away. If you're under 18, Adios come back when it is legal for you to read this smut. If you lied about your age in order to access this story, remember this is our story. Life doesn't always work out like a story.
This story is copyrighted, ©2005. It is therefore illegal to copy or use any part of this story without my written permission.
I can't begin to tell you how great life is in our household of three horny, cock sucking, queers. My seventeen year old son and I share a king size bed with my dad, the greatest man on earth. He just turned sixty five but is still as virile and active as always. Yes, he had his circumcision. He had a doctor that knew men and their bodies. He only cut what needed to be cut leaving dad with enough skin to still cover his soft cock. There is nothing that can cover that fuck stick when it is hard. I didn't know that my dad had a ten inch cock. I was just a little kid when we played around. Everything was big to me then. As I look at things through the eyes of a thirty seven year old grown man life takes on a different perspective.
Shawn has grown to keep the family honor. He surpassed my seven and a half inches in the middle of his fifteenth year and now sports a very nice nine inch uncut cock. I am glad that he grew up fucking me. It gave me the opportunity to stretch as he grew. Dad had always avoided anal sex and after he recovered from his surgery I could see why. He knew that he would stretch anybody apart with his monster. His length was mighty fine, his girth was the thing legends were made of. That fuck pole belongs in a museum. Shawn and I like to show it off to his young friends so that they can set a goal for themselves. We keep a cloth tape measure handy at all times so that we can show off my dad's dick. At sixty five he is ten and a quarter inches long and that sucker is six and five eights inches around. that's two and a quarter inches across.
Now I know what my mother was always complaining about. She always told my sisters and her friends that dad was a pure animal and he hurt the living daylights our of her. She hated sex with him. She admitted that she loves him to death, to this day, but she is terrified at the prospect of ever having to have sex with him again. As if. He only has eyes for me and Shawn.
Shawn brings his school buddies over to swim and sometimes to spend the night. He has sex with them, openly, and dad and I enjoy the show. Dad won't touch them as they are all underage but he sure likes to watch. And they watch him. He sits and strokes-a-lot. Okay, bad pun, but he does stroke his meat to the amazement of the current kid. They love seeing the massive pole and always want to touch it. Dad tell them that it is against the law for them to touch him. Shawn tells them to wait a few minutes and the old codger will dose off then they can feel him up when he is asleep.
We have played this game for several years now and it always fun watching dad try to pretend to be asleep when a kid tries to get that huge dick in their mouth for the first time. Shawn demonstrates the proper way to suck the gargantuan monolith as he takes it all the way down his throat. This always makes his friends try all that much harder. Most of them get it all the way down but it usually takes three or four visits as they work at stretching their jaws.
The most amazing one was a sixteen year old virgin that came over one time. He was having problems at home and ran away. Dad made him call home and tell them that he was okay but that he needed some time out. His parents agreed so the kid stayed with us for most of the summer.
We are mostly nudists at home. Seldom do we wear any more than the hair we grow ourselves. Eric accepted that. He thought he was straight. He had never had sex with anyone and he had put down any abnormal thoughts as being the devil tempting him. His father was a Pentecostal Pastor and very straight laced. He had beat the kid with the Bible all of his life.
Eric enjoyed sitting in dad's den reading the various books in there. The books were non-denominational and contained no particular doctrine. They simply stated the Bible in clear and concise words. Eric studied with us and dad showed all of us things that we had read but never saw in the Bible. Eric wanted to study more.
The third night that Eric stayed with us he got in bed with Shawn. He wanted to know what homo sex was and why anyone would choose to go that way. Shawn explained that it was not a choice. Eric realized that the thoughts and desires that he had had all of his life were real and not something perverted from his own mind. He experienced sex with Shawn that night. The next morning he walked into the kitchen, stark naked, with a nice erection leading the way. He asked us if we could show him other aspects of a gay life and dad told him to just open his eyes and look around. The three of us were living it to its fullest.
Dad seldom pops a boner unless stimulated. This morning I guess seeing Eric stimulated him. I know that my dad loves teenage boys. He never speaks of it nor does he seek boys out. He satisfies himself with me and always welcomes a round with Shawn. He had been standing at the breakfast bar in the kitchen as Eric talked. Dad refilled his coffee cup and headed for the patio. He loves to sit outside in the early morning and soak in the fresh new day. When he stepped around the bar his erection led the way. Eric's mouth dropped open. He followed dad's every move.
Dad sat back in his thickly padded patio chair, his hard dick sticking up to the middle of his chest. Eric sat down on dad's foot stool and stared at the man's meat. Shawn and I took our seats around the table and watched Eric. He was in serious trouble. His whole body quaked as he sat and stared. Tears were pouring from his eyes. No body said a word. We knew that he had to let this play out for himself. When he was ready he would speak then we could reply.
After a good six or seven minutes he scooted forward and reached out his hand. He let his finger tips stroke dad's cock. He used the slightest touch as he explored every inch of the object before him. Next he tried to encircle the cock and was just able to close his hand around it. He pulled at the loose skin and watched the live organ pulse and react to his ministrations.
He was obviously in absolute lust. He moved to his knees and hovered over dad. He sniffed and smelled like a dog searching for the essence of his fascination. He reached out his tongue and licked the mammoth rod from the top to the bottom and back again. He opened his mouth and encompassed the gargantuan pole. He suckled on the head for the longest time as his hands stroked the shaft, lovingly. He fondled dad's balls and ran his fingers through the thick graying pubes.
He worked more of dad's cock into his mouth. He was sucking the dick and getting more and more in his mouth as he bobbed his head in a steady rhythm. Dad told him to back away or prepare to drown. That encouraged Eric as he sped up his actions. He now had at least seven inches of dad in his mouth. Cum squirted from around his sucking lips and flowed into dad's pubic bush. Eric never missed a stroke. He kept bobbing trying to get to every drop. He got the entire rod in him down to the very root as dad continued to ejaculate. Cum was running our of Eric's nose as he suckled, searching for more.
Dad sighed and sank back in his chair. Eric realized that this was the end for now and he withdrew. He licked and suckled every drop of man jizz that he could find then lay his head in dad's lap and kissed and licked on the man's softening penis. Shawn and I sat in awe at the worshipful actions of the youth to the man that we loved so much.
Eric became a masterful cock sucker. By the end of the week he was enjoying all of us as he returned his pleasure to us. He took to sleeping with dad and he made the old man very happy. I was not in the least jealous. I knew the boy needed to find himself. A few days later he came right out during breakfast and asked us to break his cherry. We made it a family affair as Shawn and I opened the boy, often. Dad took him to his favorite position and sucked his young cock while Shawn or I gave his back door the service he sought.
Eric made peace with his parents and moved back home before school started but he is a regular guest in our house and spends weekends here constantly.
So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction? Tell me about it at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Hangin' hard, dude.
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