Date: Tue, 02 Sep 2008 21:55:35 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: all in the family-2

	I woke up about 5am to the feeling of something warm and delicious
in my mouth. Immediately I knew it was dad's buddy Ray, making an early
morning house call.

"You awake...?" he asked, as my eyes slowly opened to see his face staring
down at me. Ray was already naked, his hairy body standing over me as he
slowly feed me the head of his perfect redbone cock.

"mmphh..." I moaned, sucking sweetly.

"Good! I see your father's still out of town..., so I guess it's just you
and me tonight sport!" said Ray, as he started to force me more cock.
	I felt Ray's cock forcing its way into the back of my mouth, the
head bumping into the start of my throat as it fucked in and out. Ray
pulled my head off to the side of the bed (like he usually does my father)
and started to push himself deeper into my throat.
	Instinctively I gagged, my throat skills not yet kicking in as I
wasn't yet fully awake. I felt Ray's cock ripping through my throat ring,
forcing me to deep throat before I was ready.

	Ray wasn't the kind of guy that allowed you time to adjust, when
his cock was hard he was ready to fuck. Period. When he felt my throat
muscles tighten around his cock shaft and my body jerk to reject him, he
grabbed the back of my head and forced his dick all the way down into in,
holding me impelled.

"UUHHHGGGGKKKK...!!" I gagged as Ray ground his pelvis in my face. I felt
my body trying to repel him as I took a moment in my mind to relax
myself. Once I calmed down, I gained control of my throat muscles and
allowed my throat ring to massage his cock as I breathed in his
intoxicating crotch smell.

"That's it, bitch...!" sighed Ray, pulling back to ram forth. "...take that
fucking cock! I didn't come here to shoot the breeze with you..., I want
some HEAD!" he said, fucking my throat.
	I hung my head off the bed, tilting it sideways as Ray fucked in
and out of me. The whore in me wanted to be the best fuck Ray's ever had. I
relaxed my head, hanging upside down off the bed like a rag doll as Ray got
into a steady stroke, his hairy balls slapping into my eyes and the bridge
of my nose like two pingpong balls.

"Yeah..., that's it..., let me fuck that throat...! Yeaaahh..., that's it
Danny..., you're a much better lay than your ole man!" sighed Ray,
obviously liking my mouth.
	I could help beaming at the compliment. This was the first time Ray
and I had ever been alone, dad's usually in bed beside me when he comes
over. Rather we sick or not (dad and I), when Ray stops by he expects a
perfect fuck every time. If one of our asses is unclean after he fucks us,
he makes us both suck it until it's sparkling shinny with our spit, --so
dad and I have learnt to always keep our asses clean as a whistle, just in
case...

	Ray leaned in over top of me on the bed, his fists on either side
of me as he fucked his hips back and forth into my face. This angle aligned
his cock with my throat perfectly, allowing him a straight passage down
into my gullet. I could feel the blood rushing to my head as my face and
neck turned bright red from the pressure. Ray never missed a hump as he
sped his cock through my throat like a machined piston. My own cock was
brick hard above my pelvis. I wished my father was here to suck me off as
Ray wasn't going to touch my cock at all.

"Yeah boy..., that's how you suck a cock!" said Ray as he picked up the
pace. I could feel his hips slapping my head every time his cock speared my
throat. He never removed his dick (not once), pummeling my throat
repeatedly as I reached down and started to jack myself off. I covered my
teeth with my lips as his thrusts got harder and more violent. My stomach
jerked a few time, trying to upchuck my lunch, but he made he hold it down
by continuously plunging my throat like a legalized Plummer. I came in only
5 strokes, shooting cum unexpectedly all over myself with excitement. I cum
shot reached all the way up to my neck, paining my bobbing Adam's apple as
Ray continued to drill me through my orgasm.

	I could barely breath as I tried desperately to keep my throat
relaxed, if I tightened up the muscles his cock would punch through like a
fist, hurting me, --so it was important to stay calm and in control. Gobs
of thick slimy spit coated his cock from my esophagus, running up my face
from my mouth and his balls as the splat wetly against my face. It was hard
to concentrate while I was cumming. Ray never let up for a single second as
he hammered away at my mouth and throat. My cock had stopped shooting but
remained hard as Ray abused my mouth. Finally after a full 15 minutes of
deep uninterrupted throat fucking, I heard Ray announce he was about to
cum. He shoved his cock all the way down my throat, erupting a heavy volt
of cum straight into my stomach. I groaned hungrily as the cock jerked in
my throat. Another volt of cum shot out just before Ray yanked his dick
from my mouth. Spit ran plentifully up the sides of my face and into my
hair. Ray grabbed his fist around his red pulsating tool and jacked the
rest of his load all over my upside down face. Cum shot everywhere,
showering me in thick pearly sludge.

	I was panting hard to catch my breath when Ray suddenly started to
wrestle my body around in the opposite direction. He spun me like a top,
pulling my ass down to the edge of the bed as he aimed his spit shinned
penis up to my hole.
	Usually I'm full of my father's cum when Ray enters me, but today
I'm bone dry as dad was out of town. Ray hoisted my legs high to raise my
ass, then he leaned forward and hog-spit a great gob onto my hole and
shoved himself straight in.

"AAAARRRHGHHHH...!!!!" I screamed out loud as the wet head penetrated me.

"Shut up and take it like a man, bitch!" snarled Ray, shoving in again. I
felt my sphincter clamp down on his crown.

"I need lube!" I said, peeking through the gobs of cum and spit covering my
eye lids. "Dad wasn't here to fuck me last night...!"

"That's not my problem!" said Ray, raring back to ram in again. I screamed
aloud every time he tried to bury his rod. The fleshy shaft bore straight
through my tight ring as it punched through me inch by painful inch. "As
often as your ass gets fucked, you should be able to take my cock with no
spit at all!" said Ray, getting over half of his ramrod in me already. I
figured he was probably right, I do get fucked daily by my dad, not to
mention the side fucks I sometime receive from Jon (the bartender), Mikey
(my best friend), and Ray and mr Mack. It was a wonder my asshole wasn't a
lot bigger, I suppose it was only because living with dad kept me from
whoring at the parks or truck stops like I did when I first came to town
two years ago for Kevin's wedding. Dad had (in a sense) tamed me, turning
me into a domestic housewife.

	Finally Ray pressed his hairy pelvis into my ass cheeks, indicating
that he had managed to bury all of his amazing manhood in my unlubed ass. I
felt completely stuffed (more than usual). My fighting sphincter muscles
squeezed, clamped, and fought Ray's cock as it lay dormant in my anal
pussy. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would be plowing me as usual,
so I tried as best I could to keep my hole large and relaxed, knowing the
more I fought the worse the pain would be later.

	Ray ground his pelvic bone into my ass as he savored the feel of my
anal sheath convulsing madly around his manhood. When he was done enjoying
the moment, he pulled back his hips, causing the lining of my inner ring to
turn outward with his cock. It felt like my asshole was being turned inside
out. I could feel him withdraw all the way up to the head before he quickly
sank it all the way back in in one plunge. My inner juices were starting to
melt and moisten the passage as Ray pulled back and pushed in faster. Soon
he was fucking me full throttle as my hot ass got wetter and wetter.

"Yeah..., I knew a trained pussy like you would be able to take a dry fuck
once you got into it!" he said, having planned this attack while my father
was away. "Should bring a couple of my workers over to break this pussy in
good! Brian's been coddling this cunt for too long..., you know you ain't
the stay at home type! You need to be out there whoring this pussy to any
man looking to dump in it,-- ain't that right bitch?"
	I was totally unprepared for Ray's honest assessment of me, it was
as if he was looking right through me! "Pussy like this need to be fucked
by as many cocks as it can find, --am I right?"

"No...!" I protested, not wanting to live that life again.

"Bullshit! You're in as much denial as your ole' man! He don't think he gay
because he was once married with a kid..., and you don't think you're
really a whore at heart! Both of you need to wake up and smell the coffee!"
said Ray, insulting both me and dad. I didn't mind that he came over
whenever he felt like and used my ass pussy when he wanted without asking,
but I didn't like being told how in my deepest darkest soul I was merely
nothing more than a twat to fuck. I wanted to be a housewife, to come home
to my dad and his cock every day after work. These past two years had been
the most fulfilling since that first year I spent with Kevin in
college. Getting fucked by countless guys who didn't give a fuck about me
got old after awhile. Sure it was exciting, but at the end of the day I
went home alone with no one to cuddle up with. Now I had dad!

	Ray continued to talk and tell me how worthless I was for staying
at home and getting dicked by one man every night. He talked continuously
as he plowed my ass really hard, sending shockwaves of bestial pleasure all
through my quivering body. There was no doubt that I was a whore for him!
Every time he fucked my body I got goose bumps and would cum almost
instantly. Ray was what I always considered a man's man, --the type of guy
who got into bar fights, had countless girlfriends, could fix anything with
his bare hands, and would piss on authority. I found him utterly
attractive, from his strong stubble jaw, to his masterfully muscular
construction worker's body. He had attitude and fight to match. I always
felt like a smaller man under him, like my place was to serve him. And Ray
thought the same thing. Men like me and dad weren't real men to him, we
were merely pussy substitutes, holes to fuck when he didn't feel like going
through the motions with women! When he just wanted a hole to dump in!

	I lay there on my back, my ass hanging off the edge of the bed
while mr Ray held my legs and fucked hard into my bare ass. The power of
his thrusts were like being battered, I could feel my asshole becoming
wetter and wetter (created its own juices inside) the more he fucked
me. When he really started to drill me he pushed my knees up to my chest
and power fucked me like a jackhammer. The cum on my face was beginning to
dry as Ray fucked me for another half hour or so. Ray plowed straight
through me with every thrust, making me take his cock as he crawled up onto
the bed with me.
	In this new position (missionary) I felt even more feminized under
him as I looked up at his manly features. His muscles bulged and popped as
he did pushup in my ass. I rubbed my hands curiously all over his hairy
chest, feeling his ribcage and rounded shoulders as his pelvis slapped into
me over a thousand times. His cock drilled my hole, causing it to open
wider under his assault. I stared up into Ray's eyes as he fucked me,
calling me names to make me feel inadequate. While his name calling was
demeaning, it also caused my cock to start throbbing as hot streaks of cum
shot across my heaving chest. Ray merely smirked as he watched himself fuck
the cum right out of me.

"I always like to make my whores cum first...!" he said before shoving
straight in me. I felt Ray's cock lodge well deep into my colon before
feeling it swell and pulse out thick rich potent spurts of hot
semen. "YEEAAAAHHH...!!" moaned Ray as he filled my pussy with his seed. I
held onto his waist as he ground his pelvis into me, planting all of his
sperm in my rectum.

	True to form, Ray pulled out as soon as he was done cumming. I lay
on the bed, my body and asshole still twitching from the memorable fuck as
he stuffed his softening cock into my mouth to clean. I suckled the semen
off before he pulled free and reached for his clothes. "When's you're dad
due back...?" he asked, throwing on his tight jeans.

"Tomorrow!" I said, feeling totally fucked from both ends.

"Good! I'll be back in the morning..." he said as he grabbed his work boots
and headed for the bedroom door. "...then we'll see if you're a whore or a
housewife!"
	I sat up in bed wondering what he meant by that? A few minutes
later I heard the front door slam, then heard Ray's truck taking off down
the street. The sun hadn't come up yet as I lay back in bed and began
stroking my cock in memory of what just happened. By the time my alarm went
off I was ready to spewed my third load all over my stomach.

	I showered and dressed for work, doing my normal morning routine as
if dad was here. I ran downstairs to fix breakfast, then ran out the door
and drove to work. Work was busy as usual, but I got a nice break when dad
called my cell phone from his business trip. He told me how bored he was,
and how much he missed me at home. When he asked how my night went, I told
him that I missed him terribly (which was true). Dad said his cock was hard
just talking to me. That made me hard as I thought about blowing him over
the phone. When we hung up my break was over and I went back to work.
	After work I decided to head out to Roscoe's for a drink. It was
5:30 and the after work crowd was just starting to get off. Jon greeted me
when I walked in, calling me over to the far side of the bar where he was
with two customers.

"Hey Danny..." he said, popping the top on a brew for me as I sat down at
an available bar stool. "...would you tell these two guys that gay men give
the best blow jobs..?!"
	I suppose I shouldn't have been shocked, seeing how Jon had trapped
me in these kinds of conversations before. I took the beer and turned it up
to my lips before turning towards the two doubters and said...

"It's true!"

"No way!" said one of them (another none believer).

"Just think about it..." I reasoned, "...who would know more about driving
a car, someone who owns a car and uses it every day, or someone who doesn't
own one and is only a passenger every now and then?"

"The owner!" answered the smartest of the two.

"Then it stands to reason that someone who has a cock, would know best how
to suck a cock! Right?"

"uh..., I guess..." said the smart one.

"See..., I told you!" agreed Jon, smiling ear to ear.

"So I take it you've gotten your cock sucked by a guy before?" asked the
less than smart one.

"As often as I can!" I said, continuing my drink.

"So what'r you..., some kinda undercover fag...?" he asked, looking me over
suspiciously as there were no outward open way to tell about me.

"You don't have to be a fag to get your cock sucked by a guy!" I said,
avoiding his question. "There are plenty of guys who get blown by gays!"

"Like who?" asked the dumb one.
	Jon looked a little nervous as if I'd name names...

"Guys in prison!" I answered, confidently.

"He's right...!" said his buddy. "...I heard stories about how guys make
other guys suck dick in jail!"

"Well that's different...!" said the dummy. "...if I were in jail for years
at a time with no chance at getting pussy, I might let a dude suck my dick
too!" he admitted, making my mouth water. "But I'm talking about out here
in the free world, where there's a woman on every corner! Why would a guy
let another guy suck his dick if there's women around to do it for him?"

"Some guys'r married and don't want to cheat on their wives, letting a guy
blow them every once in a while is as far from cheating as they can get!" I
explained. "And some guys just don't want the hassle women give when all
they really want is to blow a heavy load with no strings attached! Just
think..." I continued, seeing I had both of their attentions. "...someone
who would willingly suck your cock whenever you wanted it, any time you
wanted, however you wanted it sucked, with no questions asked! All you
would have to do is stop by his place, drop your pants, sit back relax, and
let him swallow your hard cock until you came down his throat! And he
swallows every time! What woman would let you treat her like that?"

"None I know...!" said the smart one.

"You know a guy like that?" asked the dumb one.

"Yeah..., you want to meet him?" I asked, getting a questionable look from
Jon.

"Is he some kinda fruitcake...?"

"Not at all..." I said, finishing my beer. "...he just really likes cock!"

"You two want him to go get him...?" asked Jon, joining in on the joke.
	The smart one looked to the dumb one for an answer...

"All this talk about head's making me hard..." he admitted to his friend,
"...why not let him give his friend a call?"

"Let some fag suck our dicks...??" questioned the dummy. "Hell no, man! I
ain't letting a guy no where near my cock!"

"How close is he?" asked the smart one, more than a little horny.

"I could give him a call right now..." I said, pulling my cell phone.

"Want to use my store room?" asked Jon, nodding towards the back of the
bar.

"If I do this..., YOU'd better not tell anybody!" warned the smart one,
talking to his dumb friend.

"I don't have anything to do with it!" said stupid, ordering another brew.

"Call him!" said smarty, prompting Jon to reach into his pocket to give me
his keys.

"Use the back room..." he said, as I winked at him and headed towards the
back of the bar.

"Go with him!" insisted Jon.
	The smart guy got up off his stool and followed me towards the back
of the bar. I fished the right key from ring and unlocked the door leading
to Jon's old bachelor's pad.
	Inside was still furnished with a bed, sofa, desk, and a small
television for those nights he and his live-in girlfriend needed some place
apart in their real apartment. But the rest of the room (a good portion)
was littered with boxes and boxes of liquor and warm beer.

"Is he far from here...?" asked the smart guy, nervously. I could tell he
was close to chickening out.

"He's right here!" I said, closing the door.

"Where...?" asked the guy, looking around the room.

"Here!" I said.

	The guy looked at me suspiciously.  "You pulling my leg, man?" he
asked, thinking this a joke.
	I walked over to the sofa and got down on my knees...

"This look like a joke to you...?" I asked.
	The smart guy slowly walked over towards me, still unsure he wanted
to go through with this. I licked my lips like a slut to entice him,
letting him know I was hungry for his cock. Drunkenly he rubbed his crotch,
looking down at my mouth as the alcohol started to sway him.

	Slowly he began to unzip his pants. I waited patiently as he
thought over the idea. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he
wondered what this blow job meant about his sexuality. Most straight guys
have hang-ups about getting blown by guys because they worry what it means
about them sexually. They can't handle thinking they might be gay because
they enjoyed getting blown by a guy. So many of them never try it, though
they may think about it from time to time.
	Smart guy reached his hand in and freed his soft cock from his
boxer shorts. It lay limp and flaccid outside his pants as he looked down
at me nervously. To steel his feelings I leaned forward and kissed his
cock. He said nothing as I gave it smooches before licking it up and
down. It still hadn't hardened yet as I took it in my mouth and began
washing it with my tongue.

	Slowly but surely it began to harden and stiffen, getting longer in
my mouth. Soon he was totally stiff. I swallowed his cock all the way down
to the balls. I heard him groan an intake of air as my throat carefully
caressed his cock length.
	I dragged my lips back up the shaft and sucked heavily on the
head. His moans came more frequently as I bobbed my head rapidly back and
forth. Truly he was horny as his cock started to throb already. I kicked my
lips into overdrive, sucking the full length of his cock with every
downward plunge. Smart guy grabbed my head and started to fuck my face. His
cock tasted good, clean with a hint of sweat and musk from working all
day. I loved breathing in a musky crotch, the scent of a man always made my
own cock rock hard. I could feel my dick binding in my bunched pants,
trapped inside my shorts as I surrendered my mouth to a stranger.

"Oh fuck, dude..., you're gonna make me cum...!" he gasped, throwing his
head back as he groaned aloud and dumped a huge load of warm cum in my
mouth. I swallowed his cum directly, eating everything he gave me. His cock
jumped and jerked wildly as he came down from his high. I continued to
nurse on him when he carefully pulled himself free from my mouth.

"So...?" I asked, knowing I had done a good job.

"Damn man..., you weren't bullshitting, were you? Guys DO give the best
head!" he conceded, his knees shaking unsteadily as he tucked his cock
away. I smiled, knowing I was doing my part to help gay/straight relations
(lol). "uh..., this is just between you and me, right?"

"My lips'r sealed!" I joked, licking my lips seductively.
	Smart guy relaxed (a little) as he finished dressing. I stayed
behind as he left and made his way back to the bar where his friend still
sat nursing his drink.

"So...? How was it...?" asked Jon, making his way back down towards their
end of the bar.
	Smart guy hesitated as his friend turned to hear his answer. Jon
gave him a beer `on the house'. Smart guy took it graciously as he turned
it up to his lips and guzzled over half of it and belched.

"It was great, man!" he admitted, causing Jon to grin widely. "It was the
best head I ever had! Honestly!" he said, taking his seat.

"Bullshit!" said his friend (the dummy).

"I'm serious, man! Dude swallowed my cock better than any chick I ever
had!"

"I told you gay guys rule in that area!" said Jon, going back to his other
customers.

"Who blew you?" asked dummy, curiously. "I didn't see anybody else go in
back there!"

"The guy that was sitting there blew me! HE's a cock sucker!" said smarty.

"Where's he at now?" asked dummy, looking around.

"I guess he's still in there...!" said smart guy, breathing easier.
	They sat there for a few minutes without staying anything. Then
suddenly dummy pushed his empty beer bottle aside and got up from his
seat. Without saying anything, he slowly turned and headed towards the back
of the bar.

	I was on my cell phone, listening to a recorded message from Mikey
(wondering what I was up to tonight). I was getting ready to call him back
when I heard Jon's door open. Much to my surprise in walked dummy. He said
nothing as he closed the door and slowly walked over towards the sofa where
I sat.
	We looked at each other as he lifted his shirt and started to undo
his pants. I put my cell phone away as I got down onto my knees. Dummy
dropped his pants and undershorts, then took a seat on the sofa. His cock
was already semi-hard with anticipation as I maneuvered myself between his
spread legs. Without any vocal exchange, I bent forward and took his cock
in my mouth. He leaned back as I started to bob my head. In no time he was
completely erect. I sled my lips up and down his hard shaft, feeling the
head pass into my throat. The guy tried to stifle a moan as my cock sucking
skills started to get to him. I breathed in deeply every time my nose
buried into his hairy pubes. His crotch smelt a bit more musky than his
friend's, turning me on ever more as I buried my face in his groin. I felt
his cock pulse as I sucked harder, creating more suction as I took his meat
from tip to base.

	Every once in awhile I'd spit his cock from my mouth and lick my
way down to his tangy balls. I sucked each ball into my mouth, bathing them
thoroughly before taking them both in and swirling them around in my mouth
with my tongue. Dummy sighed as I made his balls feel good. He spread his
legs and pushed his hips forward further so I could get total access to his
nuts.
	I took my time bathing them, sucking them individually as well as
together. I wanted him to know that no woman could take good care of his
eggs the way a man could. No woman would appreciate how delicate his
nut-sack was, giving them just the right amount of suction to make them
feel better than they ever had in his life. I knew I was doing a good job
when his cock throbbed against my forehead. After a few minutes he pushed
me off of his balls and quickly aimed his cock to my mouth. I could already
see pre-cum forming at the head. I licked the pearly drop away before
swallowing his cock all the way down to the balls.

	Dummy (for lack of a better name) ran his fingers through my hair
as he tightened his grip on my head and started to guide me up and down. I
worked my tongue down the belly of his cock as he fucked my throat. After
only a dozen or so strokes he was lifting his ass up off the sofa, trying
to climb down my throat. He mashed my face in his groin, forcing me to take
his whole shaft as he started to pant and cum.

"Aww fuck, man...! Take my load, dude! I'm cumming...!!" he gasped,
shooting his straight down my throat.
	My own cock pulsed in my pants as I felt his dick spurting in my
throat, loading my stomach with his ball sludge. He fell back on the couch
exhausted, his first man/man blow job a roaring success. He allowed me to
finish cleaning him up, slurping up the last of his seed. When he was done
I removed my mouth, looking up into his eyes. He smiled down at me, looking
almost embarrassed as he caught his breath.

"Well...?" I asked curiously, wondering how I rated.

"Bartender was right..." he smiled, sheepishly. "...guys do suck better!"

	I always like making new connection (blowing new straight guys). To
thank Jon for the double header, I blew him in the back room while he
barmaid took over pouring drinks for awhile. Jon was in a serious
relationship with a woman now, but always threw me a bone when I needed
one.  I sucked him off in record time, swallowing my third load of the
night before heading home.
	I decided not to call Mikey back (he would only want to convince me
to hang out since dad was gone), and headed home instead. When I got home,
I took a quick shower (jerking off and fingering my soapy pussy), then
fixed myself a light dinner and watched TV before bed. Dad called somewhere
around 10pm. I could tell by his voice that he was horny and needed some
release. He was breathing heavy and asking what was I wearing? He told me
to get naked and get in bed (which I did eagerly). He did the same in his
hotel room as he ordered me to lube up my asshole and finger myself.

	Just hearing dad's husky voice over the phone, talking dirty to me
as he breathed hard and stroked his dick had me as hard as a brick. Dad
made me shove 3 fingers in my cunt, pretending it was his cock and tongue.
I stroked my own hardon while fingering my own ass. Dad told me what to do,
taking control as I did everything he told me. I heard him groan over the
phone as he shot his hot load all over his hairy chest and stomach. Just
hearing dad's moans made me cum, shooting my own load all over myself as my
asshole flexed around my embedded fingers.

	Afterwards (feeling sleepy) dad and I told each other how much we
loved each other, then said good night. Most guys keep a cum rag beside the
bed to clean up their spills after masturbating, but I don't, I usually use
my fingers to clean up the spilled cum, licking them clean before turning
off the light to go to sleep. Just as I felt myself about to drift off, I
heard the front door slam shut. I sat up in bed, glancing at the clock to
see who could be coming over at this time of night.

"Danny..., you up boy...?" asked a deep baritone voice I instantly
recognized as belonging to mr Mack. My limp cock hardened instantly as the
bedroom door swung open.
	Mr Mack turned on the bedroom light, standing in the doorway in his
trucking clothes (tight dirty jeans and thick red plaid shirt), his big
hard cock bulge tenting down the leg of his pants. "...I sure hope so...,
I'm in some serious need for some hot white boy-pussy tonight!"

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