Date: Wed, 08 Oct 1997 10:59:13 -0700 (PDT) From: dancingfool@rocketmail.com Subject: A Summer with Dad A Summer with Dad dancingfool@rocketmail.com Part 1 My dad is such a stud. I always thought so, but not until I left my mother's house did he prove it! My parents separated when I was pretty young, but I saw a lot of both of them until I started high school. Then, for some reason I didn't understand, my mother got sole custody, and she made it almost impossible for Dad to see me. But at least she didn't keep him from writing or calling. By the time I graduated, though, I hadn't spent any time with my dad, except at family functions, in nearly four years, and hadn't seen him at all for a year. But that summer, since I was turning 18, I could decide what to do myself and Mom couldn't stop me. So I decided to accept Dad's invitation to come and stay with him at his cabin in Connecticut. Not seeing him hadn't put him out of my mind -- far from it. In fact, I was starting to notice boys and men (well, had been noticing them for some time) and you couldn't deny that my dad was a hunk. Think Sam Elliott: tall, big chest, narrow waist, longish salt-and-pepper hair and huge mustache under a strong nose. And I'd been fantasizing about him pretty exclusively for my jerkoff sessions. I had fooled around with some of the guys at school -- circle-jerk stuff -- but the guy who really floated my boat was my own dad! So on the bus out to Millerton, on a hot sunny day in late May, I was pretty excited, because Dad had made it clear that he really wanted me to come and stay with him. He was going to meet me at the general store in town and we would drive back up to the cabin. I had never been there, but it sounded pretty great, if a bit isolated -- at least there was hot water and electricity, if no phone. The bus arrived a few minutes ahead of schedule, so I was cooling my heels on the bench outside the store when Dad drove up in his pickup. He jumped out wearing just workboots and shorts and he looked so good I thought I'd pass out -- and it was obvious he hadn't bothered with underwear! He grinned wide as I got up and called out, "Hey, handsome, long time no see!" He threw his arms around me for a big bear hug. I hugged him back, and all I could think of was his huge cock pressed against my leg and his strong musky smell. When he heard me inhale (like I always do when I hug a man I love), he laughed, "Sorry, son -- didn't bother with a shower this morning and guess I'm pretty high." He released me and held me out at arms' length, saying, "Let me look at you, son." Turning me around by the shoulders and looking me up and down, he let out a long whistle. "Pretty sexy -- nothing like a pair of black jeans to show a man off! And I like the earring!" It had taken some nerve to get my ear pierced (and Mom had hated it, of course), and this is just what I needed to hear. By this time I was blushing furiously, and my boner was making me sorry the jeans were so tight, but happiness at being with Dad again eclipsed everything else. He leaned over picked up my heavy bag as though it weighed nothing, saying, "Only one bag? Well, you won't need more than that. It's not far, only about half an hour -- let's go!" I climbed in the other side of the cab and we roared off down the dirt road that led up Mount Riga to the cabin. He asked me about graduation and made some small talk, but then, with a serious look on his face, he said, "You know, son, I've hated not being able to be with you these last four years -- you know that, don't you? We both know your mother's a bit of a prude, so I'm sure she didn't make it easy for a healthy boy to grow up in her house" "Well, uh, I guess not," I said, relieved to realize it wasn't just me who found her difficult, but wondering where he was headed. Dad continued, "I know you don't need any talk about the birds and the bees, but want to make up for lost time. I don't want any shame or embarrassment about things that are just part of normal male development." He definitely had my attention now. "And there's not much room for privacy in the cabin anyway. For instance," he went on, "any father who'll consider it knows perfectly well his teenage son is jerking off -- am I right?" I was pretty shocked at how fast he was moving, and all I could answer was, "uh . . ." But he broke in again, smiling now, "In fact, I won't ask if you are -- just how often?" I was still pretty speechless, staring at his face as he watched the road. He said, "Son, this is just what I mean. Your mother's given you the idea this isn't acceptable talk -- not that you want to talk about it with her, anyway! -- but you can share it with your old man." Then he looked over and smiled right at me. "Hell -- you think I don't wake up in the morning with a boner to take care of too?" By now my own cock was screaming for release, and I squirmed in the seat to relieve the pressure. But I started to relax, figuring by now that I couldn't do anything wrong as far as Dad was concerned. As I adjusted my jeans, I looked down at his crotch and was stunned to see his great hosepipe visible inside his shorts, lying across his thigh and making a big shiny wet spot by his hip pocket. He followed my eyes down and laughed. "See what I mean?" he grinned. "Some guys even do it more than once a day," he said, looking kind of sly and dropping his voice a tone or two, "How about you?" "Well, yesterday I did it five times," I said, hoping to shock him for once. It was true though -- the prospect of seeing him again had kept my cock rigid for most of the day, and I had beat my meat till it was sore. "That's my boy!" he roared, reaching over to rough up my hair, his cock surging against the khaki of his shorts. I was getting the picture that not only was I not going to have to hide anything, but I would be expected to show it! He raised his eyebrows. "Five times? Is that every day?" "Well, no," I admitted, "usually three or four -- but always at least twice," I said, gaining confidence, and even feeling a sort of guilty pride. "Well," said Dad, "then we won't cramp each other's styles. In fact, I'm going to need some relief as soon as we get back, and so are you, by the look of it." My cock had escaped from my jockeys and was making a pretty obvious ridge down the thigh of my jeans by now. He reached over and took my hand. "God, you're a beautiful man, son. You don't know how I've missed you, how much I've wanted to be with you -- you know I would have if I could." I saw my opportunity to finally find out what had been bothering me, and asked, "Well, why did Mom get custody, anyway, Dad? I always wanted to know, but it wasn't like I could ask her -- and I was kind of afraid to ask you." "Oh, God, son, I hope you won't every be afraid to ask me anything again!" he replied. Then he put his hand back on the wheel. "It's a good question, and one I hoped you would ask, since I wasn't sure I should volunteer the reason before you did. You probably know already, though -- your mother finally admitted to herself I was gay." It was almost too much to take in! The man I wanted most -- and that most wanted to be like -- in the world seemed to be telling me it was all possible! I guess it should have been obvious to me by now, but wanting it so bad made it harder to believe. Dad gave me a minute for it to sink in, driving on in silence, and then said, "Are you gonna be okay? You're not shocked, are you?" I had recovered my breath, and I burst out, "Oh, Dad, you don't know how badly I've wished it! I can just hardly believe it, is all!" He took my hand again. "So it's okay, then." he said softly. I just leaned against him and closed my eyes to contain my happiness. We reached the cabin, and he pulled into the clearing in front of the porch. We hopped out and Dad fetched the suitcase from the bed of the truck. "Welcome to paradise, son," he said, throwing his arm over my shoulder and leading me up the porch steps and into the cabin. Although I could hardly look at it at the time, we were in a great big room furnished with Arts and Crafts furniture, antlers and moose heads on the walls, open up to the rafters. Through the windows there was a big lake as still as glass; to the left was a simple kitchen with a table and chairs, and on the back wall were doors into what was obviously the single bedroom and a bathroom. It looked like there wasn't going to be any privacy at all -- fine by me! We were both sweating in the heat and I was trembling with excitement, and the strong smell of Dad's armpits acted like a drug on me. When he sat down to take off his boots and said "Time to get out of those hot clothes, son," I obeyed with alacrity, kicking off my shoes and slipping out of my shirt and 501s. I stood in front of him in nothing but my jockeys, practically sick with anticipation, and watched as he pulled off his boots and socks and stood up again, his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. "This is a special moment for me son," he said in a low husky voice and opening his arms. "I've hoped for this day for a long time -- but don't do anything you don't want to." I fell into his arms, laughing, "Don't want to?! I can't believe this is finally happening!" Dad pulled me close and kissed me. It was the first time I had ever kissed a man, and my body was on fire. I kissed him back eagerly, loving the feel of his thick mustache against my face and his huge arms around my skinny body, and when I felt his tongue against my lips I opened wide and let him in. We were both moaning and I pushed back into his mouth too, savoring his sexy taste and slurping down his juices. We pressed every inch of our bodies together, grinding our imprisoned cocks against each other. We stood that way for a long time, just wallowing in the freedom to hold each other, and then Dad's huge hands slipped down my back and under the waistband of my jockeys to cup my ass cheeks. "God what a beautiful ass!" he breathed in my ear. "Ready?" I just nodded mutely, to excited to speak. He released me and stepped back, his hands moving to his fly. Without taking his eyes off mine, he slowly unbuttoned the top and lowered his zipper as I stared wide-eyed. Proudly he released his enormous cock, the cock that made me, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. It arched up arrogantly from his sweaty pubic bush, at least eight inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist, over his huge reddish ballsack. A long string of clear juice hung from the gaping slit, and by reflex I bent to lick it up. "Easy, boy," said Dad, grabbing my shoulders, "or I'm gonna lose it right now. Now it's your turn to strip for your old man." My cock isn't as big as Dad's but it's pretty respectable, so I eagerly dropped briefs before his intent gaze and freed my throbbing erection. Now it was his turn to admire what he'd sired. He just shook his head and smiled at me, and then knelt down to tenderly kiss the head. He didn't stop there, but sucked me slowly into his hot mouth. Feeling his hot wet tongue curl around my most sensitive spot and seeing my cock slide under my own Dad's bushy mustache was too much for me -- my knees buckled and I exploded into his hungry mouth. He swallowed every drop and held me in his mouth until I collapsed on my knees in front of him, gasping and hanging onto him. His arms went around me again. I smelled my own cum on his breath as he whispered, "It's okay son -- we've got all the time in the world." He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed, and stretched out next to me, running his hands over my whole body. "Have you done this before?" he asked. His light touch was almost unbearably pleasurable, as though he was raising the voltage between us just with his stroking. I looked up at him. "No, Dad," I answered, "you're the first." He thought for a moment, and then said, "I've got to have your ass, son, but I've got to come first or I'm afraid I'll hurt you -- I'll go too fast." Immediately I flipped over onto my stomach, grabbed Dad's thighs and fastened my mouth on his giant cock. "Aw shit, son, I'm not going to last very long," he cried in a strange, urgent voice and grabbed my head with both hands. I'd never had cock in my mouth before, but I'd imagined this so many times it was like I'd been doing it all my life. The intoxicating smell of his sweaty crotch filled my nose as I strained to bury my nose in his bush.. With one hand I hefted his huge testicles, hanging low in the heat, and then slowly inched my hand back into the sweaty crevice between his buttocks. Slowly my finger penetrated his burning hole, and his groan crescendoed to a gasp as he climaxed for the first time inside his son. He came in buckets, filling my mouth again and again with his thick studcream. I couldn't gulp it down fast enough. When he was finished, I held his sweet cock in my mouth, gently milking the last drops and gently released him and looked up. He smiled down at me and pulled me up into a deep kiss, his tongue probing my mouth for the remains of his own load. My cock throbbed against his belly while his bobbed between my legs. "Okay, son, now for the real thing," said Dad as he lowered me onto my back. My legs automatically spread as Dad shoved a pillow under my ass. He grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand and squirted some into his hand. Bringing it to my ass pucker, he gently applied a layer to the outside of my anus, rubbing gently back and forth. Slowly he increased the pressure, and I gasped as his finger slipped inside me. I'd never felt anything so good in my life! "Shit, son," said Dad, "You're so damn hot. I won't lie to you, though -- this can really hurt, especially the first time. But if you can trust your lover enough and relax, it won't be a problem." He didn't need to worry, though -- already my asshole was gobbling him in: a second finger joined the first, and then a third. I lay back and closed my eyes, the amazing sensation of my Dad exploring my most secret spot making my cock throb and drool all over my stomach. He just took his time, gently pressing on every side, slowly pressing in and just as slowly withdrawing. Finally it seemed like he must be putting his whole hand into me and I looked down at his great hairy forearm between my thighs. Dad grinned wickedly and said, "Born to get fucked!" He removed his hand and positioned himself between my legs. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I'll never hurt you. Just tell me to stop if it's uncomfortable." I felt his hot glans against my anus, and just relaxed completely, willing him into me. His eyes widened as the head and first inch of his cock slipped in. My sphincter spasmed, but only for a second. I felt so completely safe and right under my Dad's huge body -- my ass opened to him and he slowly pressed the rest of the shaft into my hungry hole, stopping only when my balls where nestled in his bushy pubes. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me and I held him tight, trying to swallow him into myself. Nose to nose with me, he whispered huskily, "I've dreamed of this for so long. This is as close as we can get, son -- a bond between us forever." Close to tears, I just squeezed him tighter. Then he raised himself up and slowly pulled halfway out; just as slowly he filled me up again. Out and in, slowly gaining speed, he raised the pitch of our fuck. I writhed and groaned in excitement and instinctively reached for my cock. "That's it son," he growled, "bring yourself off!" Carefully he watched my face, holding off on his own orgasm until could catch up with him. I stared back into his eyes, proudly fisting my meat, until my climax forced my eyes shut, my sphincter gripping his massive cock. With a strangled cry, Dad filled me with spurt after spurt of his thick spunk, staking his first claim to his own territory in my body. He collapsed on top of me, heaving at first, and then beginning to laugh. It was infectious and I joined him. "Shit, son, that was the most beautiful fuck I've ever had! Can we do it again?" "Every day of my life, Dad -- morning, noon and night!" I answered. Part 2 I had been with up at the cabin for a week by now, and life with Dad was exceeding every fantasy I could have dreamed up! The most clothing we'd worn in the house was the occasional tank top when it was a bit cooler in the evenings, but we never covered up below. I still couldn't get enough of feasting my eyes on my Dad's gorgeous body and face, and of course his incredible horsecock! If we weren't actually fucking, we were cleaning up afterwards, getting ready to do it again, or talking about it. I still couldn't believe that my dad, the man I'd only been able to dream about for the last four years, wanted to give me everything I could possibly ask for! Every morning my slow slide into consciousness would start with the feel of Dad's tongue on my asshole and his hand on my balls, and by the time I was fully awake he'd be between my legs, his cock sunk in my ass up to the hilt, his mustache tickling my face and his tongue deep in my throat. And every night as soon as we climbed into bed I would roll onto my stomach and offer Dad my ass again, arching my back and spreading my knees; he'd impale me and fill me with another load and we'd fall asleep like that. If he saw me reading on the couch during the day, he'd climb between my legs and screw me, or if he found me washing dishes he'd bend me over the sink for a quick shag -- he'd already fucked me nearly 30 times. I'd never even realized my body had any beauty at all, but Dad's attention was teaching me how lucky I was. He loved my red hair with the gold earring and he persuaded me to start a beard, too -- my first. He said fucking his own grown-up son with stubble on his face was the ultimate turn-on. Practice had taught us how to come together, but I'd realized that I really wanted to watch his handsome face contort with the ecstasy of climaxing inside his own son. And he felt the same way, wanting to see every stage of my pleasure as I reached orgasm, time and again, usually while he churned his fresh load in my ass with his great fuckpole and I jacked off. We were in my favorite position -- me on my back with my legs around dad's waist, his cock deep in my ass and our arms around each other. He had just come inside me for the third time that day, and we had fallen asleep in that position. Now that we were awake again, we were talking in the afterglow -- it seemed like we did most of our talking like this. "Shit, Dad, that was the greatest!" I said. "I'll never get enough of you -- fuck me again!" "I don't think I can just yet, son," Dad laughed, "but give me a few minutes. Remember I've got a couple years on you -- I can't keep up with an 18-year-old! Any kid your age is made for nonstop sex, but I've never seen a bottom-boy like you!" I just grinned back at him, "It's you, Dad!" "You probably can't get enough, but I've got an idea, if you're interested," he said, cocking an eyebrow at me. Interested? You bet! "Like what?" I asked. "Well, you think you could handle . . . say . . . five at a time?" My mouth went dry, but my cock answered for me, straining up against Dad's stomach. "Yeah, I thought so," he laughed, "that's my boy!" "What do you mean?" I demanded. "Five what? Five guys at once? With you there too?" I could hardly believe it. "You bet I'll be there -- directing the show!" "Well -- who are these guys?" "You don't think I've been a nun up here all this time, do you, son?" he answered. "I've got a couple of buddies -- two couples, actually -- and I've been hoping I'd be able to introduce you to them finally. You see, we fit right in with them." I was agog. "What do you mean?" I asked again. "The first two I met shortly after I moved up here. Frank Romaine is a coach at the high school in the valley -- " he paused a minute to tease me " -- and Frank junior is a lineman over at the lumbermill." "Frank . . . junior?" I echoed. I couldn't believe he meant what I thought he meant. "You mean . . ." I trailed off. Dad nodded, "Yep -- they're father and son, just like us. Frank's in his 50s, and Frankie just turned 26." This news made my cock so hard it nearly hurt, and I could feel Dad growing again inside me too. They're into weight training, and they're both built like brick shithouses. The other two are the McCoy boys," Dad continued, "a couple of Black Irish truck-driving brothers. If you like 'em tall and hairy, you'll love these boys. Brad is 33, I think, and Eric is maybe a year younger." I was completely floored by now. "We get together a couple times a week, usually, but they've been giving us a chance to relax together. I think we're pretty relaxed by now -- and I'd say this sweet ass of your is pretty well broken in -- whaddya think?" he smirked. "Uh -- that would be incredible, Dad," I gulped, sweating with excitement. "You really think they'll all come over?" "You don't know how eager they've been meet you, son -- and I've had a hell of a time waiting to let you in on it!" His cock surged in my ass. I reached for my cock, and Dad started ramming his studmeat into me again, grinning down at me and saying, "That's it son, let's come together." A few minutes later we were asleep again, our bellies glued together with my jism and Dad's fourth load deep in my ass. So Dad arranged for the guys to come around the next afternoon. I was giddy with anticipation and horny as hell, but Dad wouldn't give me any until the gang was all there. And he made us put on clothes as well, just to greet the guys. In meantime we straightened up the cabin and dragged the king-sized mattress out to the living room in front of the fireplace. We changed the sheets and collected every pillow in the cabin, and Dad put out some towels and lube. "The towels are just in case," Dad laughed, "Usually any cum that lands outside a body get licked up instantly in our crowd!" The two Franks arrived first, and they were almost carbon copies, one younger and one older. The father was about 5'10" and the son an inch shorter. Both were compact and really muscular, with massive arms and chests, and deep tans. (I wasn't surprised to discover no tan lines when they undressed!) Frank junior's flattop was white-blonde, but his Dad's was steel-gray, complemented by a salt-and-pepper mustache. They both obviously spent a lot of time outside, but the lines around Frank senior's eyes and jaw only made him handsomer. Frankie's face was still smooth. Frankie offered me his hand first as our dads greeted each other. "I've been dyin' to meet you, guy," he said, "I'm Frankie. You're the only other guy I've ever heard of who's lovers with his dad, like me! Ain't it the greatest?" "Yeah, it is," I agreed, " -- I only wish I hadn't waited so long! How long have you and your Dad been doing it?" "Since I was 15. Dad says he couldn't wait any longer! He figured by then I could make a choice -- but I had been jerkin' off over him for years already! I couldn't believe it when he finally asked me if I'd like to touch him. We were in the hot tub out back -- nude as usual -- and he got hard for me and finally gave up hiding it. I'd had my suspicions before, though -- it seemed like he was always kinda bigger than normal when we were out in the tub or lyin' in the sun. 'Course I didn't want to get caught looking too hard! That afternoon was the best day of my life up to then, but it's only gotten better. With other guys I'm a top pretty much of the time, but with my old man I only want to be on the bottom -- and that suits him just fine. He's fucked me at least twice a day since I was 15 -- usually more -- and I'm 26 now. You know how many times that is? I worked it out a while ago, and I figure my Dad's been up my ass over eight thousand times. That's a whole swimming pool full of cum! And I still can't get enough! Your dad's pretty fuckin' hot though -- he knows he can plow my ass any time, and he does! And it's so hot to get fucked with my dad watching -- does that turn you on too?" "Well, I haven't tried it yet, but it sure sounds good," I said, looking down at the long lump in the left leg of my shorts. Frankie saw where I was looking and laughed, "You're a pretty hot number too, guy -- this is gonna be a great night! You met the McCoy boys yet?" "No," I said, "Dad just told me about them." "They are animals, man -- they can fuck all night and never go soft! And they really get off on being watched while they're doin' each other. I would too, if I had a brother -- but Dad's more than enough for me. It's a real turn-on watching those brothers fuck -- you can see just how hot they are for each other." Dad came over with Frank senior and introduced us. Frank let out a wolf-whistle as he gaze raked up and down my skinny body and long legs. "You're even sexier than your dad said." He took my hand in both of his great paws and said, "Your dad's told me a lot about you, son, and I'm really glad this finally worked out." Like his son, he was in shorts and a tank, and the sheer mass of him took my breath away. And the glint in his eyes when he grinned at me suggested he had some pretty definite plans for the night ahead -- plans I couldn't wait to hear! In the distance we heard an engine, and in a few minutes a jeep pulled up in front of the cabin, and out jumped the McCoy brothers. They looked like a couple of lumberjacks -- both well over six feet -- in jeans and boots, and shirtless. They were lean and muscular, with short beards and mustaches, and their chests were covered with swirls of dark hair. It was really black against their pale Irish skins. They came over and exchanged kisses and hugs with Dad and the two Romaines and then turned to me. With one arm around his brother's shoulders, the slightly taller one held out his hand and smiled, "Welcome to the family, buddy. I'm Brad, and this is my main man, my brother Eric." I shook his hand and said, "Howdy." His brother flashed a shy grin and took my hand too. They were both gorgeous, and together they were electric. By now my cock was aching for relief. Dad finally broke the ice, saying, "How 'bout we get this party on the road boys? I promised you a show, and I think it's time." He put his arm around my shoulder and led us into the cabin, two by two. I was paralyzed with excitement, but Dad took me right to the mattress, shucked off his shirt and shorts, kicked off his sandals and turned to me. As the other guys watched, he unbuttoned my shirt and gently slid it off my shoulders. Looking me straight in the eyes and smiling with pride, he reached down and to open my fly and dropped my shorts. My cock bobbed up to meet his, and he took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss. The excitement of having my Dad show his friends his love for me was too much, and there was a roar of laughter as I gasped and shot my load all over Dad's stomach. Somebody whistled and said, "Is this boy hot for his old man or what?" While the McCoys and Romaines pulled off their clothes, Dad, still commanding my complete attention, lowered me gently onto my back on the mattress and knelt between my legs. As Dad lubed his huge cockhead and my quivering asshole with my load, the guys gathered round the edges of the mattress on their knees, father and son on one side, brothers on the other. Frank was probing his son's pucker with one hand and stroking his shaft with the other, and Eric was applying a thick wad of spit to his brother's massive fuckhorn. I wrapped my arms around Dad's and spread my legs as wide as they would go. Brad and Frank held my knees apart. Dad and I stared into each other's faces, and four pairs of eyes were riveted on the connection between father and son as Dad slowly pushed his cockhead into my welcoming ass pucker. I had been afraid it would be weird to do this in front of the other guys, but instead it was incredibly exciting to show off my relationship with Dad. I looked around at the four faces intent on my asshole and felt a burst of pride that I was taking my Dad's cock for an audience. My asshole slowly stretched to accommodate his enormous girth, and suddenly the whole head slipped in. The guys grunted their approval, and then the only sound was the ragged breathing of six horny men. Dad paused a minute to let my sphincter stretch, and then continued advancing inch after inch of his solid column of flesh into my asshole. There was another groan of excitement from the guys as his thick pubic bush flattened against my balls, and his heavy testicles nestled between my buttocks. His eyes still locked on mine, Dad whispered, "I love you, son." Frankie reached for my right nipple as Eric started on my left, and I felt hands everywhere: stroking my balls and belly and thighs, gripping my cock, feeling Dad's shaft where it entered me. Gently Dad pulled back, just an inch, and then eased back into me. Then he pulled out a bit farther and pushed back in again, a bit more quickly. A third time he pulled back, leaving only his glans inside me, and then rammed the whole length back in, Frank and Brad shoving his ass to push him even farther into me. Now he started to fuck me rhythmically, the whole length of his giant penis repeatedly slamming home, making my whole body tingle with lust. I reached for my own cock and began to jerk it furiously, panting and grinning up at Dad. I was in heaven. Almost immediately Dad grimaced and groaned, pumping jet after jet of his thick sperm into my ass, and a few seconds later I shot a second wad all over my chest and belly. It spattered the hands massaging my nipples, and my groan of ecstasy was lost in the cheers for Dad's climax. Frankie and Eric lifted their hands to their mouths to slurp off my cum, and then swooped down to share the rest of the load on my belly. Dad dropped down and kissed me, long and hard, sliding his tongue far into my throat, my cock still rigid between our bellies, and then raised his body off of mine. Mr. Romaine was the first to speak: "Now that's what I call a first-class father-son fuck. You two are almost as hot as Frankie and me," he smirked at Dad, " -- you've been practicing. Now why don't we give Frankie a chance to drain his big nuts in your boy's ass? That is, if you're still game, cowboy," he added, raising his eyebrows at me. "Oh, yeah -- you bet," I answered, looking up at the handsome Frankie, still licking my cum off his lips. On the other side Brad and Eric were kissing, Brad licking the rest of my sperm out of his brother's beard. "Well, we're all going to share him tonight, boys, so form a line at the rear," Dad winked, gripping the backs of my knees and gently pulling his still-hard fucker out of my ass. "Oh, this is gonna be sweet -- I just love sloppy seconds," said Frankie, quickly taking Dad's place. He grabbed my ankles, and his father took Frankie's rigid cock and guided it to my hungry hole. All three of us looked to Dad for a moment, and he nodded and grinned his approval, covering Frankie's ass with his huge hand to push him in. In one long slow stroke Frankie's thick cock filled up that emptiness Dad's withdrawal had left. Frank senior watched proudly as his son's cock filled me and began stroking his own meat in time with his son's fucking. Frankie threw his head back, closing his eyes, and began to ride me hard, grunting with each thrust. My cock had barely deflated at all, and again it arched up over my belly, almost reaching my navel. Dad crawled around to take my shoulders into his lap as Frankie rode me. He folded me in his arms, stroking my chest and licking my ear as we watched Frankie joyously pounding away. The two McCoys egged Frankie on enthusiastically, their arms around each other, Eric stroking his brother's cock again and most of Brad's hand up Eric's asshole. After only a few minutes Frankie pumped a great wad into my ass and collapsed onto my chest, kissing and stroking me. "Dad loves to watch me," he whispered in my ear, "and then to follow me. Sliding his fucker into a hole full of his son's cream just gets him hotter'n hell." But all the guys knew Frank's taste and there was a general cry, "You're next, big man -- add your load to Frankie's!" And Mr. Romaine looked like he could hardly wait -- he was short of breath and sweating, and his enormous cock arched out over our bodies, visibly throbbing and drooling a great stream of precum onto his son's back. Frank helped his son up, and when Frankie gently pulled out of my raw asshole, I had time to see the difference between father and son: his dad had a huge mushroom head on top of a long curving rod, while Frankie's shorter but massively thick fucktool jutted straight out from his crotch without much change at the glans. I looked over to compare with the McCoy brothers and saw that they had virtually identical horns standing up out of their dark bushes, hugely thick at the root and tapering slightly to the helmeted tips. By morning I would know the smell and taste of each one, as well as the distinct flavor of each man's semen and his own personal style of fucking! As Frank senior eagerly replaced his son between my thighs, Dad took hold of his buddy's cock and guided him into my ass. I could feel Dad's and Frankie's cream oozing out around Frank's shaft as he sank in further and further, and then I moaned as I felt the edge of his mushroom crown scrape past my sensitive prostate. Frank heard my response and pulled out a millimeter, scraping it back and forth again He seemed to know exactly where it was, and just how to use his tool on it, and I groaned my happiness to him. "Yeah, my son likes that too," he breathed, and then he pushed it the rest of the way in. He was panting hard before he started, and it took him only about five strokes to add his thick wad to his son's and my dad's, roaring out his ecstasy and practically bruising my ankles in his powerful grip as he reached his climax. "Three down and two to go -- are you okay, son?" Dad asked me as Frank pulled his sperm-coated cock out of my hole and shared a kiss with his son. "Shit, Dad, I never want to stop!" I said, gazing up at him in worship. "I can't believe you'd do this for me -- give me what I've dreamed about ever since I could get a hard-on!" "Well, your ass must be asbestos, kid, but we're going to fuck you till you say uncle," said Brad, moving into position between my legs as Eric licked up the cream now drooling from my ass and slathered it over his brother's rigid fuckhorn with his tongue. "You ready for a doggie-style fuck yet, kid? Why don't you turn over let me show you how a real topman fucks," he suggested, grinning and winking at the two fathers. I eagerly scrambled onto my elbows and knees, arching my back and spreading my cheeks. He knelt behind me and gripped my hips in his strong hands, positioning the tip of his horn in my loosened asshole. Eric then took hold of his brother's scrotum, and pull him by the balls into my ass. At first I couldn't feel much, but as he penetrated farther and the girth of his cock increased, I felt filled to the brim. Brad bent over me, rubbing his sweaty, hairy body against my back, wrapping his arms around my body to grip my balls in one hand and my cock in the other and licking my ear. "You're so beautiful, kid -- you turn my brother on so much he's gonna fuck you too, and I've almost never seen him on top before. Usually he's 110% bottom, just like you." Eric had crawled around to watch our faces as his brother fucked me, and I could see the excitement in his pale blue eyes under heavy black brows. He leaned forward, closing his eyes, to kiss first me, and then his brother. And then all three of us were sharing a kiss, tongues slurping into each other's mouths, me loving the feel of their short beards rubbing against my week's growth of stubble. Only Brad's hips were moving now as he rammed his fat cock into me in short quick strokes, his great hairy testicles slapping against mine, his grasp on my balls and cock tightening as he reached his climax. Eric was beside himself with excitement, practically eating us alive as he sensed his brother's approaching orgasm. The instant Brad pumped his load into me and fell to the side, exhausted, Eric was on my back, ramming his identical cock into my sloppy pussy, grabbing my hips and pounding his load into his brother's only a few seconds later. I lay flat on my stomach, spread-eagled under Eric's hairy body, listening to him pant in my ear and luxuriating in the feeling of his thick cockroot still stretching my asshole, the cum flowing down our balls and soaking the sheet, and breathing in the delicious musk of six sweating men and the tang of drying semen. "I hope I didn't hurt you, man -- I just couldn't stop," he murmured in my ear. "I get so turned on and jealous watching my brother fuck -- I just gotta share with him." "You kidding?" I said. "It's the best thing that ever happened to me. You can do it again any time. Right, Dad?" I added. Dad was stretched out on his side in front of us, leaning on his elbow and smiling at us both, his great penis hard again and making a puddle on the sheet. "Did you ever see such a bottom-boy?" Dad asked the room. "You've had every guy in the room and you're still hot to trot. You sexy little slut -- I've gotta have you again." My aching boner twitched, and Eric yelped faintly as my assring squeezed his still draining fucker. He snickered and slowly pulled his fat fucker out of my ass. "I think round two should be all-incest -- whaddya say, boys?" said Dad. There was a clamor of approval, and we cleared the sheets and arranged ourselves for the next round. I turned over, Eric lay on his back on my left, and Frankie flopped down on my right, our three heads together and our thighs spread wide for our partners. Dad climbed between my knees and gently eased his great fuckpole back into my now throbbing assring. But Dad's cock was like a balm on my battered rectum -- all I felt was the deep comfort of his huge penis filling my whole body with warmth. On my left Eric moaned as his brother's juicy fuckhorn penetrated his tight sphincter, and he grabbed my hand to share his pleasure. I reached for Frankie's hand on my right and heard his father's deep groan of delight as he sank all nine inches of his boyfucker into his son's muscular ass. Frankie was laughing with joy and lust as he kissed and licked his father's handsome face. Brad and Eric were swallowing each other's tongues, grunting and moaning as Eric absorbed his brother's violent thrusts into his voracious hole, and I hardly knew where to look. Dad smiled down at me, letting me drink in the sights on both sides of us, gently pumping his hugeness into me. Squeezing my new buddies' hands, I wrapped my legs around Dad's waist and hooked my ankles over his ass. For a while there was only the sound of heavy breathing and moans of pleasure, the slap of wet flesh against wet flesh, and the slurp of thick cocks sliding into tight manholes. Then Brad raised his head to grin at the other two tops as he pounded his brother's ass, and said, "Here goes, men -- down the hatch!" With a groan he started to shoot his load inside his brother, and after five or six spurts collapsed on top of him. Eric's knuckles gripping my hand whitened as he ejaculated against his brother's hairy belly and gave a deep sigh of happiness. Dad was the next to come, smiling first at Frank and then at me, and then squeezing his eyes shut as he filled me once again with a great gush of dadsperm. And Frank was quick to follow, giving Frankie's ass two more quick stabs and then grinding deep into him to release another flood of semen into his son.