Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 03:14:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: raoul raoul <desertson4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: raoul-and sergio 5

There are no limits as to what a man's mind and body can do when he sets
himself to it. All the more so, when it's all driven by sex, desire and a
constant admiration of the male physique.  And a healthy mind will set out
to explore and live out its wildest fantasies.  And such was the mood the
Sergio, Raoul's father, woke up in today.  Of all four men under his roof,
he was the one whose sexual desire seemed indefatigable.  And as he laid
there, looking at the rising sun through his bay windows, feeling out his
son's ass as the 18 year old lay next to him, he was thinking that he
wanted more.  More than just servicing Mbato, more than just fucking the
lights our of Juan or his son ... he wanted to express his virility, his
masculinity to it's fullest extent.

Raoul and he were alone on the bed, Juan having gone off in the middle of
the night to pleasure M.  He turned to look at this son's developed body
... it was now much more than a recollection of his own post-adolescent
physique.  Raoul had grown into a beautiful specimen of manhood and
Sergio's morning desire was now at it's zenith.  Slowly, he crawled down to
his son's ass, parted the boy's legs and started to lick the mounds slowly.
The more he licked, the closer he got the to the rim, the dark pink flesh
opening itself up as if by magic.  Sergio pried it open with four fingers
and kissed it - literally - lovingly.  His lips meeting his son's ass
perfectly, he dove dove his tongue into the boy's hole.  The boy woke up
moaning ...

"Dad ... yeah ..."

But the father was silent, busy making love to his son's wetting pussy.
Further and further, he pried the hole open, licking it, sucking at it
lusciously.  When suddenly, he stopped, climbed on the bed on all fours and
turning around, laid his body on top of his son upside down, so that his
own feet were hovering above Raoul's face and vice-a-versa.  Once
positioned, he inserted his dad cock into his boy with ease.

The pressure was new to Raoul and he felt his prostate being nudged in a
new way.  Sergio started to move in and out of the boy as the latter
started to lick the soles of his feet while he was being fucked.  There was
something powerful about his father's feet, to Raoul, something very
terrestrial about them.  And since they were absolutely beautiful, there
was no reason for him to deprive himself of the pleasure of licking them.

Once Sergio came, he released his son and they both took their matinal
shower together with Sergio releasing his piss on the boy kneeling in front
of him as it mixed itself with the falling water.

Once downstairs, the four men met for breakfast.  Sergio was naked, as was
Juan; only Raoul had on his father's thong and Mbato wearing yet another
colorful batik tightly wrapped around his giant waist, outlining his
massive shaft.

"Gentlemen," Sergio announced as they were all having coffee silently,
"this afternoon, Raoul and I are going into town.  Does anyone need
anything?"

M glanced over at Juan and smiled.  "You and I are to be abandoned, it
seems ..."

"Yes ... Juan smiled back.  "It seems that way.

At around one o'clock, Sergio and Raoul got on the Harley and drove into
the nearest town.  Sergio had a specific plan in mind which, of course,
he'd kept secret from his son.  Yet Raoul suspected something since his dad
had laid out his clothes for him: a sleeveless black t-shirt, tight white
shorts that were to be worn without a thong and an old white pari of
sneakers, no socks.

All that Sergio had decided to wear were his cut off shorts and his old
biker boots.  As Raoul sat behind his dad on the humming bike, he wondered
was the man had in mind.

Sergio parked the Harley alongside other bikes in front of Chico's bar.  An
old biker joint that no one ever went to.  At least not Raoul.

"You go ahead inside," Sergio said.  "I have an errand to run across the
street, i'll be right in, ok?"

"Sure ..." said Raoul and purposely strutting his ass for his dad, pushed
open the door of the bar.

Sure enough, as could be suspected, the inside was poorly lit with the
clich^Î beer and whiskey neons flashing in bright yellow and red colors.
The actual bar ran along the length of the room, and there were diverse
pool table and pin balls here and there.  An old TV was playing a football
game.  Raoul walked up to the bar, at which sat about seven other men, and
Chico, the owner, bare chested, came up to him.

"What will it be, son?"

"Coke, I guess ..."

"If you want something stronger, no problem.  No cops ever come here ..."

"Make it a scotch, then," Raoul tried to sound macho.

"One scotch for the boy! Coming right up..." and Raoul watched as Chico
turned his back to him to fetch a glass.  The man must have been his dad's
age, early fifties, had long chestnut colored hair which he kept back in a
pony tail, brazen tattoos on each arm and was wearing cut off jeans as
well.

"Here you go ..." he said and handed the Raoul his drink.

Although he was slightly nervous at first, Raoul, now one whiskey stronger,
decided to look around at the other men sitting around.  Their faces were
blurred to him, but each and every one had a body built like a shit brick
house.  SOme had their shirts off, others on, but all were wearing jeans
and boots.  Needless to say, he looked slightly out of place, but none of
the men made he feel that way.

When Sergio finally walked in, bare chested, he waved hello to Chico
automatically served him a beer.  Sergio sat next to his son, sipping his
bottle, looking around.

"I'm glad we got some time to ourselves," he finally said to his son.

"Yeah, so am I dad ..."

"Can I tell you something, son?  You look fucking hot ... you're a constant
turn on, you know that?"

And Sergio started to caress his son's face.

"Dad ..." Raoul said somewhat bothered.

"What, I can't touch you in public?"

"No, but ..."

"Chico!"

"Yeah?" replied the bartender as he walked up to Sergio.

"Tell me one thing, can a father not tell touch his son like this," and
again he ran the palm of his hand along side Raoul's face, "in public?"

"Dude, you do what you want ... but shit, if I had a son like yours, fuck
yeah ..."

"See Raoul?  Doesn't bother anyone.  And what if I touch him like this,
Chico?" Sergio said and ran his hand down the length of the boy's back."

"Yeah ... no problem here, man," replied Chico.

"No problem, huh?"

"No problem."

"And what if I decided to do this to my own son in this bar," asked Sergio
and slipped his hand into the boys shorts and left in on his ass.

"Sergio ... you trying to tell us something here?"

"No man ... it's just that my son here seems bothered by it all, that's all
..."

"Free country, dude.  You do what you want in this bar ..."

"What I want, huh?"

"Whatever you fucking feel like doing ..."

"Fine ..." and Sergio went behind his son, slipped off the boy's shirt in
front of everyone and guided his hands onto the boys tits.

"Dad ..."

"Shut up, Raoul ..."

Sergio then started to kiss his son's neck, pinching his nipples all the
while.  As he did so, Raoul decided to let himself go and threw his head
back on his dad and let himself be fondled freely.

"That's it boy ... don't resist me ..." his dad said and both his hands met
and slipped into the front end of his shorts.

Meanwhile, the other men had stopped playing pool, stopped watching the
football game and all eyes were now fixed on the father/son team.

"Get down off the stool," Sergio ordered his son.

Raoul obeyed and Sergio slipped the boy's shorts off and threw them behind
the bar.  Raoul was now standing there naked, wearing nothing but his old
sneakers ...  his hands holding onto the counter.

Sergio kicked his son's legs open, unzipped his fly, let out his long
erection and without warning, slipped it into his son's already wet cunt.
With one hand holding onto the boy's shoulder, the other at his side,
Sergio watched his cock slide in and out of Raoul's ass.

Chico went to the front door and locked it and returned to Sergio's side
and also watched the throbbing cock crack the boy's ass.  He slipped his
jeans off, took off his boots and naked, started to jack off at Sergio's
side.  Sergio turned to watch Chico masturbate and then grabbed the man by
the back of his head and kissed him.

"You want to fuck my son ...?" he said in between two slurps.

"Yeah man .... let me have his cunt for a few ..."

Sergio withdrew his cock and Chico took his place.  Chico's cock was
shorter than Sergio's but much wider and when he penetrated the boy, Raoul
let out a loud moan.

Chico fucked him for a few minutes and then then alternatively, both he and
Sergio thrust their dicks into Raoul's ass.

Soon, the other bikers around them started moaning too.  Sergio then
brought his naked son over to the pool table, pushed him on his back,
brought the boys legs up to his shoulders and picked up where he'd left
off.

"Line up, gentlemen ..." he said to the others as they queued up behind
him, waiting for their turn to crack the boy's ass.

And for a good two hours, each man fucked Raoul copiously.  Each cock
ramming the boy fully as he did his best not to touch his own cock in order
not to explode.  When all had come, including his own dad, into his ass,
they led him out back and made him lay on the dirt ground.  They encircled
him, held their somewhat still hard erections, and let go their jets of
piss on the boy who was now jacking himself off.  When they were all
through, Chico got a hose and cleaned the boy off.

"Make sure to keep that cum inside your ass, son," Sergio said to him as
they walked back to the Harley.  "I know one slut who's going to love
slurping it out of you," he said referring to Juan.

When they got back to the house, Juan was massaging a naked Mbato by the
pool.  Sergio undressed, dove into the pool and recounted the event to the
two men.  Instinctively, Juan then got behind Raoul and started to suck to
load of cum that had been shot into him as Raoul moaned in ecstasy.

As M and Sergio watched, the African said "You're making him ready, aren't
you?"

"Yes ..." whispered Sergio.  "I am."

"Very good," said M who was still laying face down on the edge of the pool.
Sergio got out and laid his dripping body on top of his black lover, his
cock getting hard again as it came into contact with the black ass.

"Let me, M ... just once ... let me ..." Sergio beckoned into his ear.

M, whose head was resting on his crossed arm, his eyes closed as he was
enjoying the feel of his lover's cool body, said "Try it and you will see
what happens ... but it's at your own risk, yes?"

But Sergio didn't care.  Even though the memory of M's eldest son came
flashing back to him.  The three men were fucking one African afternoon and
the boy had gotten bold enough, after fucking Sergio like a horse, to try
and penetrate his napping father.  Sergio had watched, not warning the boy,
as he climbed on his dad, his erection throbbing with forbidden excitement
as it neared the dominating African's hole.

In less time than it took to say "fuck" the boy had been thrown to the
other side of the room and had suffered two broken ribs.

The memory now vivid, Sergio hesitated.  "Mbato, I have jacked off so many
times at the thought of bringing you this intense pleasure ... you have no
idea.  Please allow me to do this to you ..."

But M said nothing.  Juan, having swallowed Raoul's ass juices, was now
inside the pool with the boy, and they both watched as Sergio negotiated.
Both of them could feel the tension, both of them now afraid as to what
would happen, since violence had never entered the house before.

But Sergio was now growing impatient.  His slid his body on top of M's
wildly, moaning as he licked the African's back, bathed his thighs with his
tongue.  "M, you must let me ..." his voice was no longer a whisper.  "You
must allow me to make you feel this manly pleasure ... let my cum bathe
your insides, M ... let my cock worship the very innards of your body,
Mbato ..."

But Mbato said nothing.  Moved nothing.

Juan and Raoul were motionless as well.

Only Sergio moved about M's body like a bitch in heat.

The sun's late afternoon rays were now beating harshly on the men, adding
to an already growing tension.

But it seemed to have a reverse effect on Sergio.  The man laid his body
back down on the African and said loud enough for the boys to hear, "I love
you, Mbato ..." and with that, he closed his eyes.

Neither Juan nor Raoul could see what was going on, since M's ass literally
engulfed Sergio's crotch.  Neither could tell whether Sergio was
penetrating M since both men in front of them were motionless and now
silent.  But at one point, Raoul saw his father's ass move up and down
slightly.  He nudged Juan who now too saw that the white man had succeeded
in penetrating Mbato.  Slowly, Sergio's ass arched out and then back in as
he held on tightly to M.  "I love you ..." he repeated as he continued to
fuck M.

Suddenly, M's eyes opened.  And then very slowly, he moved one hand back
and rested it on Sergio's ass.  "Harder," he moaned.  "Harder lover ..."

Relieved, Sergio now gave his lover full thrusts, full fucking thrusts of
his cock as the moist flesh of Mbato's hole welcomed his cock.

"More ..." moaned Mbato.  "More, Sergio ..."  And he then slowly raised his
body and was on all fours as Sergio continued to fuck him.  "Yeah ....!
I've been saving my self for you, lover ... fuck me baby .. all these years
I've been saving my hole for your cock, Sergio ..."

Mbato was letting loose.  Sergio fucked him madly, even slapping his black
ass a few times. "More!" M cried out.  "MORE!  DEEPER!"

Sergio then motioned at Juan who, erect, got out of the pool and slid his
body beneath Mbato's.  "Yeah ... more cock ..." the black man yelled out.
"More fucking cock!"

 Juan slid down so that his shaft lined up with M's hole.  Sergio withdrew
his cock, the African impaled his ass on Juan's shaft moaning loudly as he
did so and then Sergio penetrated his black stud again.  Two cocks were now
fucking the once dominating African.  Raoul jacked himself off as he
watched from the pool when Mbato yelled out, "Get over here!"

Raoul got out, stood right in front of Mbato, his feet planted right above
Juan's head, and the black men bent down and started to lick the boy's
tender feet.

Raoul couldn't believe his eyes as the man suckled and licked the top of
his feet.  His tongue then started to move up his leg, up his muscular
thighs and then reached his cock.

And the scene was wild: the huge African lord being double fucked and
sucking on Raoul's cock for dear life.

All three men came after about half an hour of furiously pounding M's ass
and mouth.  The only one who remained filled was M himself.  As they all
got back into the pool to cool their bodies off, Mbato smiled.

"Every man longs to be another's bitch ... no matter what, no matter how
macho, dominating they may be.  And I wanted to be yours, Sergio ..."

But although Sergio had now fulfilled his wildest fantasy, he was somewhat
disappointed that his lover had not cum.  Guessing that, M swam over to
Raoul and hugged the boy from behind.

"It's time," Mbato whispered into Raoul's ear," and he led the boy by the
hand out of the swimming pool and into the house.  Sergio and Juan followed
the two men into Mbato's bedroom and sat down in a far corner to watch as
the black god laid his body on the bed.

Raoul, despite his yearning for Mbato's cock, despite his desire to become
the African's bitch, was frightened.  Confronted with the enormous black
erection that draped itself across M's thigh, as the black man leaned back
on the headboard, the notion of pain - for the very first time - hit him.

As he stood at the foot of the bed, feeling Juan and his father's gaze, he
fondled himself loosely but just stood there.

"Come son ... climb on the bed now.  It's time for me to make you my son.
To make you a real man ... don't be afraid.  Come and nurse my cock for me
... come here baby and rub your face into my crotch like you know how to do
..."

Raoul turned to face his dad.

"Go on, son ... go on. We're all family now ... go and belong to him as
well," Sergio said.

Raoul turned to Mbato again and hesitantly climbed on the bed.


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