Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2003 09:24:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: raoul raoul <desertson4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: raoul and sergio parts 2

This story is pure fantasy and may not be read by minors.
Enjoy!


As I walked naked toward the garage, I could feel my father's eyes trail on
my ass.  So I walked slowly.  I walked very slowly, excited by the fact
that once there, I would feel his cock nuzzled in my ass.

When I entered the garage through the side door, his two cars were on the
left and his Harley in the far right corner, next to the work bench.  I
turned on the lights and made my way over to the red bike.  Immediately, I
straddled the seat, grabbed the handle bars and rubbed my bare ass on the
leather, my cock about to burst from the sexual tension that reigned inside
of me.

And then he walked in.  Barefoot and naked.  His feet trailing on the
concrete floor as he walked over to where I was.  I kept whoring the bike,
matching his gaze.

"That's it son, make love to my Harley ..." he said and sat on the
workbench next to me.  I lowered my stomach onto the machine, raised my
feet in the air and caressed the engine, the sides of the bike, my cock
pressed against the leather seat.  "Yes ... be a good bitch son ... that's
it ..."

I then saw him get a pair of old black leather biker boots and put them on.
He stood up, looking so fucking sexual, and rubbed his chest, his nipples,
his crotch.  He then walked over to me and slapped my ass again, grabbed me
by the hair and brought my mouth to his soft cock.  He parted his legs and
said, "Make me hard again ... fill my balls up again son ...baby, I want
you to feel my shaft in your mouth again, yes?"

I felt good, to be honest.  I felt good as I took his member into my mouth
again and had to work to make him rigid.  I felt as if I had finally
discovered my true sexual desire, my true sexual purpose.

When he was hard, I could have sworn that my ass was dripping like a cunt
from desire.  He pushed me up on the seat and got on behind me, his naked
body pressed against mine.  He turned on the engine, pressed a button and
the garage door opened its mouth to let us out.

Without saying a word, he backed the motorcycle out, gave the engine a few
starts and we made out way out of driveway and into the desert.  Of course,
I wasn't worried about anyone seeing us - father and son naked and rock
hard on a Harley - since we lived in the middle of nowhere.  Our nearest
neighbor, Robert, was three miles away.  And if we sped off in the opposite
direction- which we did - we would be in alone in the rocky desert.

He rode slowly, so that the spicy hot wind would not break my face.

"Get up a bit," he said.  So I raised my ass off the seat slightly and felt
his cock brush against my hole.

"Stay that way for a few minutes ..." he spoke again. So I did.  My bare
feet pushing down on the foot bars, my hands holding onto the red metallic
skeleton of the bike, my ass up in the air for his cock.  I feared for a
few seconds that he would fuck me raw, without any lube of some sort.  I
had never been fucked before, save for my own fingers when I jacked off and
for his foot back at the pool.  But I had never felt anything up my ass
before.  And I was wondering about what he had in mind when he suddenly
grabbed one shoulder and lowered me down onto his shaft.  And as if I had
really been juicing my cunt, it slipped in without any problems.  As a
matter of fact, when his cock slid in, all I felt my enormous pleasure.

I closed my eyes as I sat on his cock, the vibrations of the Harley beneath
us making the event all the more pleasurable.

"Yeah ... you don't know how long I've waited for this.  You have no idea
how many times I've come out here and spurted cum thinking about your ass
wrapped around my cock, son ..." and continued to ride just like that, with
his cock nestled in my hole.

After about five minutes, he brought the bike to a halt in the shade of a
small mountain.  I didn't move, neither did he.  We remained lodged
together, him keeping the bike steady with in between his legs, me with my
head back on his shoulders.  Letting go of the handle bars, he grabbed my
tits again and with his tongue, licked my ear.  "You sexy son of a bitch
...you know that?  ... You're one sexy little bitch, son... look at that
hard cock of yours ...it's ready to cum, isn't it?  ... You're ready to
shoot your load, aren't you?"

I said nothing, still engrossed in the entire scene.

"Answer me, cunt ... ready to give your father a taste of your load, aren't
you?"

"Yes dad ... but I want you to fuck me and -"

I cut myself off as I heard the sound of another vehicle in the desert.
Although we couldn't see it, we could hear it and it was quite close.  We
remained completely motionless for a few seconds when suddenly, we saw an
old Jeep make it's way toward us and stop within a few feet of the Harley.
The windshield was dusty so neither of us could see who was inside it and
neither did the person driving the car get out.  The car just sat there.

"Fuck it ..." my father said.  "Whoever it is, we're going to do what I
brought you out here for, yes?"  And quite quickly, we both forgot the
invader and my father started up again to rub my chest, his shaft still
inside me.

"Come on baby ... let's fuck now," he said sliding out of me.  He got off
the bike, steadied it, and turned me sideways, my ass facing him on the
seat.  He kneeled, his cock almost touching the sand, and spread my rim
with his fingers.  They pressed into me as he tried to rip my hole apart,
making sure that it was as exposed as possible.  Satisfied, he started to
kiss my cunt, lapping it up, moaning as he did so.  "Damn beautiful piece
of pussy, son ... shit you make me so fucking hard, you know that?"  He
slapped my ass, got up, put his hands on my shoulders and penetrated me
with one full thrust.  I let out a loud "YEAH!" and the the pounding began.
Relentless, hard, balls hitting my ass forcefully, as if to make up for the
fact that he had not fucked me all these years.

And my acting like a true bitch for him, enjoying his massive cock in me,
knowing that it was my sexy fucking father who was plowing my ass
... everything seemed surreal, yet very, very real.

"Get out!" my father suddenly let out as he continued to fuck.  "Get of and
come here!" he ordered.



We both turned to look at the car, my father and I still swaying on the
Harley, and the door opened to reveal a good looking Mexican guy about
forty years old, thick head of hair slicked back, broad bare hairy chest
and ripped cut off jeans.  He too was wearing and old pair of biker boots
like my father's, the laces undone.

The man said nothing as he approached us, not taking his eyes of the scene
before him.  He circled us a few times, like an eagle eyeing its prey,
rubbing his cock through his jeans a few times.

"You two look very alike," he finally spoke.

"My son, Raoul" replied my father.

"I thought so ..." said the man and he continued to walk around us.  He
stopped on my side of the bike, his crotch near my face.  He then kneeled
so that we were face to face. "Your father is good fucker, yes?"

"Very good ..." I replied.  "Excellent ..."

"Yeah, he looks like a good fucker too.  And you know what you look like?"

I said nothing, my body slightly swaying toward him with each of my
father's continuous thrusts.

"You look like a very good son ..." and he brought his mouth to meet mine.
He had thick lips, a lush, cool mouth as if he had just drank water.  I
moaned as we kissed, his hand wrapped around my head.

He slowly got up, pressing my mouth against his rising body as he did so.
I looked up at him and could see that he was staring at dad.

"Go ahead," said my father.

And with that, the Mexican, unzipped his cut offs, dropped them onto the
sand and stepped out of them.  His tanned cock was thicker than my dads,
slightly shorter, with a beautiful cut head, like my father's mushroom, yet
with much bigger balls.  As a matter of fact, his balls turned me on quite
a bit.

Again, he put his hand on my head and instinctively lead my lips to his
balls.  I kissed them, licked them, tried to swallow them, but couldn't.  I
then took his shaft and made love to it with my mouth, engulfing it all as
if I had done this all my life.

"You have a good boy," said the man to my dad.

"Sergio, my name is Sergio ..."

"You have a good son, Sergio.  I'm Juan ..." he said and leaned over me,
forcing his cock deeper down my throat as he did so.

I could hear the two men kiss above me while I was blowing one and getting
fucked by the other.

I suddenly had a brief moment of consciousness, realizing what was actually
going on and almost came without touching myself.

My father stopped fucking me, withdrew his cock from my hole and asked my
to turn over on my back.  Once I had done so, he grabbed my legs, brought
my feet to his cheeks, kissing them, and reinserted his shaft into me.  My
face hanging over the other side of the Harley, Juan decided this time to
straddle it so that his crack was buried in my mouth.  The two men were
face to face again and they continued to kiss passionately as I worked
Juan's hole with my mouth and my father worked mine with his cock.

"You want to fuck my son, don't you?" my father asked as some point.

"Yes I do ... and I want to fuck you as well ..." Juan replied.

"Why don't you do my boy and we'll see about the rest when the time comes,
ok?  You think you can manage that?"

But Juan didn't answer, perhaps disappointed by the reply.

"Do you?  You think you can give my son the same pleasure as I give him?
Answer me!" and suddenly I heard my dad slap Juan's face.

"Padre, don't do that again, man!" Juan let out and got off my face.

"Pardon me?  What did you just say?" my father's tone was now commanding.
Juan had walked around the bike and was now behind my dad.

"I said you slap my face again and you're dead ..." the Mexican whispered
into his ear.  "You fucking ever touch me again and i'll rape your fine
ass, you understand me?"

Juan started to rub my father's chest and grabbed his tits.  My father
meanwhile had withdrawn his cock from me, and I sat up on the bike again
normally to watch.

Juan licked my father's ears, pressing his cock into dad's crack.  "Sergio
... you feel my thick cock, yes?  Yeah ... you feel it and you want it.  He
may be your bitch, but I'm going to make you fine.  That has to be very
clear to you."

And then the rest happened very quickly: my father turned around, grabbed
Juan in a headlock and dragged him all the way to his Jeep.  The door of
the car having been left open, he shoved the Mexican's face onto the seat
of the car, and before the man could react, my father was behind Juan,
thrusting his shaft into him.

I watched as my dad dominated Juan and I listened as the man yelled out in
pain with the first few thrusts of my father's cock in him.  But the pain
subsided soon and after five good minutes, Juan's yells turned into sexual
moans of pleasure.

"Please don't stop ....I'm sorry for what I said, man ... give me your
cock.  Slam it into me , Sergio ..."

My dad remained silent and kept fucking the man.  At one point, he looked
over at me and motion for me to come over.  I got off the bike and walked
over to where they were.  The afternoon sun was setting and the light gave
us all a warm orange glow.

I got down beneath the men, and watched from below as my dad's cock went in
and out of Juan's hairy hole.  The site was beautiful and I couldn't resist
licking the sliding cock.  When I heard my father moan louder, I knew he
was about to cum.  "Fuck yeah Juanito!  I'm cumming man!"

After a few seconds, my father withdrew his dripping cock from Juan who
remained in the same position: bent over.  I then put my lips to his hole
and sucked out as much of my father's load as I could.

"Good boy ..." moan my dad and he brought his dick over to me.  "Clean off
the rest of his ass juice ..."

I swallowed the sperm and went to work on my dad's softening cock, kissing
it, licking it and then pulling it against my face lovingly.  "Dad, I love
you ... I love your cock against me like this ..."

"Of course you do ... and I love this too," he replied.

I got up.  Juan still hadn't loved, perhaps shocked by his rape.

My father went around the Jeep and got in on the passenger's side.  Juan
automatically lifted his head and my father allowed him to rest it on his
soft shaft.  "you're going to make my son shoot now, yes?"

"Yes, Sergio ... tell him to fuck me ...but don't move.  I want to breath
in your crotch..."

"Fine ..." said my father and he pressed Juan's head into his sweaty
crotch.  Juan used it like a pillow, rubbing his face all over it, moaning
as he did so.  Meanwhile, I moved in behind him and simply fucked him.

And I used the same techniques that my dad used on me.  I fucked him and
slapped his ass and called him my bitch.  Told him that his pussy was a
fine cunt and - before I knew it, I came, gushing my load into him.

My father immediately got out of the car, walked around and kneeled behind
Juan and sucked my sperm out.  "Fuck this is good ..." he said, "Damn your
sperm tastes fine ..." when he had sucked it all out, he grabbed juan by
the hair and brought his mouth to his.  He then grabbed me by the waist the
brought me to them so that the three of us kissed together, my load rolling
around from one mouth to the next.  Meanwhile, Juan started to jack off and
when my dad saw that he was going to cum, he made me kneel in front of the
Mexican and take in as much of the sperm as I could.  Once he was through,
I got back up and we kissed again, like a mad trio of lovers: passionately.

My father went back to the bike, picked up Juan's shorts and got on the
Harley.  He started the bike and just as I was about to go to him, he rode
off in the direction from which we came.

"I guess we should follow him," said Juan.  We both got into his Jeep
naked.  Before he started his engine, Juan kissed me again, caressing my
body as he did so.  One hand behind my head, the other fondling my balls,
searching for my hole.  He found it with his middle finger and rubbed it as
if it were a cunt.

"We should follow dad," I said softly.

"Sure ... but I'm hard again, Raoul.  Sit on me boy ... sit on my as we
drive back to your place."

I obeyed.  I straddled him on his seat facing him, my head over his
shoulders so that he could see the road, his cock buried in my ass.

I kissed his neck, as he made love to me.

"Yeah Raoul ... good boy.  You're a goddamned good son to your dad, aren't
you?  You gonna be a good son to me?"

But all I could manage was a moan.  Midway to our house, he stopped the car
so that we could kiss as he fucked me.  I screamed with passion, begging
him to shoot his cum into me. Begging him to be a man and fuck the hell out
of me.

When we arrived at the house, we were both sweating like stallions.  My ass
dripping with Juan's cum.

I lead the way to the pool were my father was now swimming naked.

The sun had set now.  And the night was going to begin.


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