Date: Fri, 08 Aug 2003 11:47:45 +0800
From: Larry Flint <phangasm@operamail.com>
Subject: The Route - Part 3

I don't pretend to be a writer of any sort, all I know is that it brings me
pleasure. If it brings you pleasure, gets you hard, or if you jack
off...whatever...I'd love to hear all about it. All flames cheerfully
ignored.

Now a disclaimer...although I don't know what for, it's not like this will
get published in a major magazine....but, whatever, here goes:

This story is my property.  Copyright 2002 by Phangasm, all rights
reserved, batteries not included.

The following contains consentual sex among family members, including teen
boys and men. If this offends you, then it would be a good idea to simply
leave and not read it.

Also, this may be illegal where you are, so you may want to think twice
about downloading it and saving it on your drive....or even reading it for
that matter.

If you are under legal age (depending where you are, the world can't seem
to agree on an age of consent....hmmmmm) then you shouldn't be here in the
first place.....on the other hand, if your parents are stupid enough to
leave you alone in a room with an internet connection, then you may as well
get naked and jack off.



If you enjoy this story, be sure to check out my other story series at
Nifty: LITTLE DONNY'S BROTHER and MY NEPHEW MIKE.


Stay hard,

'gasm.

phangasm@operamail.com


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Roy and Coach (1)


"Is that you, Jamie?"

I was still sitting at my desk, naked. I half stood, reaching for my
underwear. A figure moved out of the shadows.

I could see that it was a boy.

A shirtless boy.

I couldn't tell who it was until he started forward and closed the distance
between us.

"No coach, it's me." he said.

Roy Bennett stepped into view, a hot little blond boy that played on the
junior defense. I retrieved my underwear, intending to put them on, not yet
knowing when the boy had arrived and how much he had seen.

"No, coach...please don't put 'em on." The boy said.

I stopped...not knowing what to do next, my underwear dangling from my
hand.

"What are you doing here, Roy?" I asked.

"I....well sir, I followed you here....I just wondered what you and Jamie
were.....were up to..sir...I mean, I kinda figured it out...I just wanted
to see...to see if I was right."

"Were you?"

"I watched you guys...uh...do it...sir." Roy said, his voice trembling with
either fear or excitement, or perhaps both, I couldn't tell.

I didn't know what to say...his emotions were so hard to read. I didn't
know whether he was spying in order to turn us in, or just to watch....I
said the only thing I could think of.

"What did you think?" I asked. I had to find out what was going on and what
he planned on doing with the information he had. My life rested in the
balance as I waited for his reply.

"I thought it was....well...uh..pretty hot." he said.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled and began breathing
normally. It was like being narrowly rescued from drowning. I was shaking
badly. I was excited as hell....I wasn't sure I could mentally handle
another boy, but here he was.

"How did you find out, Roy? I asked.

"Actually, it wasn't me...it was my brother, Casey."

I felt sick...it wasn't just another boy...it was two, or maybe more! I
felt as though I may pass out. I hung my head. Roy must have sensed how I
felt.

"It's cool, coach...we haven't told any body else..we're not going to
either." He said, "We came here tonight...."

"Casey's here too?" I asked, half-rising once again, looking around.

"Not right now, sir...we came because Casey has kinda got the hots for
Jamie....and I...well, I wanted to........get to know you better."

He was so nervous...such a handsome young man.

"So Casey followed Jamie out?"

"Yes...yes sir...I think Casey is fucking him out between the shop
buildings."

Jesus! I thought...what a sight that would be! But what I sight I had
before me also. I looked at his handsome young chest, the beautiful lines
of his trim young body, down to where the fabric of his sweats covered
him. ...and I have seen what that fabric covered, many times, in the
showers. I believe that Roy would be more than willing to show me again. I
stood, the blood rushing to my penis, filling it, making it stand straight
out.

"Don't call me sir...I'm your coach. Call me coach." I said as I slowly
moved towards the boy.

"Yes sir...uh, coach." he stammered.

I could see the excitement in his face. It turned me on like fucking
crazy. I was going to get laid...again. Thoughts of Roy, his brother Casey,
Jamie, Kyle and myself, gathered in this room, or perhaps the wrestling
room...or even on the football field....in one large boy-orgy swirled in my
head. Sweaty naked young men laying all around me, hot naked asses moving
up and down, hard cocks being sucked. Young voices moaning and groaning in
pleasure. I could make probably this happen, if I wanted to. I may not
survive all this shit, but what a way to go!

Right now, however, my only concern was standing in front of me

I stroked my fat cock. I wanted this kid...wanted him NOW. I couldn't
believe how horny I was, especially after banging the shit out of Jamie
only minutes earlier.

"You want this, Roy?"

The boy swallowed hard. "Yeah...yeah, coach."

"You maybe want me to...uh, ...to shove this fucker up your ass?" I asked,
my voice trembling with excitement.

"Oh my God." his voice wavered, "Yeah...yes."

I came to where he stood and walked behind him. I reached around him, my
hands finding his hard pecs, massaging.

"Oh God." he whimpered.

"My God kid, you're fucking hot..." I said as my hands moved down his chest
to his six-pack abs, dipping into his sweats, playing in his pubic hair.

I could feel him tremble under my touch. I moved my hands to his hips and
pushed his sweats down to his knees. They fell the rest of the way on their
own.

I looked over the boy's shoulder at his rapidly hardening 7 inch meat.

"My God, kid...nice fucking cock." I whispered.

"Th...thanks." he said.

I moved around to the front of the boy and dropped to my knees.

"My God kid....what a tasty looking piece of fucking meat."

I devoured him, sucking him deep. The musky taste of his teenage cock
filled my mouth as I rapidly bobbed up and down. I took his ballsack in my
hand and began massaging. I licked the length of his shaft to his balls,
and sucked them both into my mouth at once as Roy moaned in approval. I
swirled my tongue around his velvety sack, then licked my way back up and
began to suck the boy in earnest.

"Ahhhhh God, coach...suck....my God....suck....yeahhhhh." Roy moaned as I
serviced his dick. "Not gonna last much longer....gonna fuckin' squirt
it...Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

I pulled off his cock and stood.

"C'mon, kid."

I put my arm across his shoulders and led him out into the locker room. We
entered the shower. The boy said nothing as I turned on the water and
adjusted the temperature.

I walked into the stream of water, wetting myself down, then held my arms
out.

Roy came to me, wrapping his strong young arms around me.

Our lips met. The boy forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard as
the warm water ran over our naked bodies. Our lips smacked as we devoured
each other, our hard cocks rubbing together as we kissed.

After we broke the kiss, I grabbed a bar of soap and began the wonderful
task of soaping the boy. He had probably showered before coming here, but
he didn't seem to mind as my hands glided over his smooth body. I was the
one who needed the shower, as I had just had sex only minutes earlier.

After I had soaped every inch of his beautiful male frame, I grabbed him by
the shoulders and moved him under the water to rinse. He looked at me
dreamily, smiling.

"Rinse off, Roy." I said with a smile.

"Oh....yeah." He said as if coming out of a daze. He began to rub himself
down. I watched, spellbound as soap ran down his back and the crack of his
smooth ass.

I began to lather up as the boy rinsed.

"Wanna get my back, son?"

"Yeah, sure."

He took the soap from me and began to wash my back. He was so gentle, his
strong hands felt fantastic.

I moved under the water to rinse. Roy put the soap in the holder and rinsed
his hands.

Once I finished, I turned off the water and left the showers, the boy
followed.

I grabbed a towel and begin to towel him off, after I had him dry, I handed
him the towel and he did the same for me, gently toweling me off while I
thought about where we could do it.

I decided to take him in the gym. Recently, I discovered that it wasn't
only Jamie who wanted excitement. Part of it was me all along. I had
thought I had been doing him in various areas around the school because HE
wanted it that way. I thought about doing Roy in the chemistry lab, or in
the hallway off the lunch room.... the thought of shoving my dick up this
kid's ass in one of these places was driving me crazy.

I stood and began to walk towards the locker room door.

I turned.

"Coming?"

"....Uh...yeah...where we going?"

"For a little walk."

"Naked?"

"Sure...there's nobody here."

The boy hesitated, then followed.

I opened the door and walked out into the gym.

I pointed at the bleachers. "I've fucked Jamie right over there." I said.

"Re...really?" Roy answered, the excitement evident in his voice.

"Yeah, and also right over there." I pointed to an area under the north
basketball hoop.

"I've also fucked him in the chem lab, in the hallway just off the lunch
room, on Mr Drake's desk in the world history class room....he says world
history has a whole new meaning for him now, he gets a boner just walking
in there."

"Holy fuck," Roy said as he stroked his cock slowly, "We could go anywhere
in here."

"Anywhere but where there are windows, like the lunch room. Jamie wants to
do it there, too....I think he really digs the danger, but I won't chance
that just yet."

"I get into that shit, too...Casey and I...well..." he hesitated, not sure
if he should tell me. He grinned.

"What?" I asked, returning the grin.

"Well, we kinda seduced...our bus driver...you know, we live way out..."

"...no shit? Your bus driver? I don't know very many, just the ones that
drive the team."

"Dan's drove the team a couple of times...."

"Whoa! Danny Miller? Fuckin' A!" I exclaimed.

In my head, my fantasy orgy just gained a member. I pictured the
in-his-20's young bus driver with his rod shoved up Jamie's hot little ass
while all around us, boys sucked, fucked, moaned and groaned.

"Damn!...He fuck you?"

"Yeah...Casey too...the first time we did it, we tricked him into going
down a dead-end road."

"Sweet!" I laughed.

"Yeah...it was pretty cool. Dan was pretty freaked-out at first,
but....when he saw Casey naked, he calmed right down."

"I'll bet."

I began to walk towards the bleachers. Roy followed. I turned towards the
boy and took him in my arms. Our bodies met. We kissed, our lust growing as
our naked bodies worked up a sweat, grinding against each other, our cocks
hard as bricks. I moved my right hand down the crack of the boy's sweet
ass, when my fingers found his tight young anus, I began to rub in a
circular motion.

"Ohhhhhhh God." Roy moaned.

"Yeahhhhh...feels so good, huh...damn, boy...I'm gonna fuck you so
hard....." I grunted into his ear.

I brought my fingers to my mouth and spit on them, then returned to his
anus, probing gently.

"Ohhh yes...fuck me, coach...yeah."

"Let's go over here." I said, guiding the horny teenager to the players
bench. "Bend over and grab the bench, kid."

"Yeah." Roy grunted, doing as he was told.

"Yeah, that's it, kid...get that sweet little ass in the air." I said as I
brought my face to his ass. The musky teenage boy smells hit my
nose....lust hit me like a hammer.

"Mmmmmm yeah...delicious." I groaned as my mouth met his sweet flesh,
munching at his hole like a madman, forcing my tongue deep inside him,
finding a bit of bitterness there, but not caring...I ate him clean.

Had anyone been watching, I'm sure they would have saw a man who damn-near
looked insane...a man crazy with lust pushing his face hard into the butt
crack of a 14-year-old boy.

The boy wanted it just as bad if not worse. He pushed up hard with his
smooth ass, pushing it into my face as he begged me 'eat my crotch...ohhhh
my God, please eat it.'

My grunts and slurps and the boy's cries of pleasure echoed off the walls
of the gym, making it sound as though there were more than 2 people having
sex...perhaps a whole group of people. I imagined naked boys all around
me...Jamie, Kyle, Casey...I would make this fantasy real, I told myself as
my tongue lapped at Roy's hot little hole.

I forced myself to come up for air, panting. I stepped over the bench and
stood before the boy. He raised his head and I fed him my cock. I sighed
deeply as I felt his warm mouth engulf it and begin to suck.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..that's it...yeah....suck your coach, boy...you like that fat
dick?"

"Mmmmmmmm...yeth coath." Roy said as he sucked.

"Gonna shove that cock so far up your ass, boy...you want me to fuck
you...pound your fucking little ass?" I groaned.

The boy raised his head. "Please...do it now, coach." he moaned.

The look of lust and desperation on his face got me going..I wasn't about
to argue. I stepped back over the bench and positioned myself behind him. I
placed my cock, wet with the boy's own saliva, at his tight opening and
pushed. There wasn't much light, but enough moonlight filtered in through
the skylights that I could see his tight hole swallow my cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." I sighed as my pelvis came to rest on his warm, soft butt
cheeks.

"Ohhh...My God...so...fucking...big...ahhhhhhhhh." The boy sighed as I
began to fuck him. "Harder...ohhh God coach please...harder."

The slap-slap-slap sound of our coupling echoed off the walls as I nailed
him hard.

Ahhhhh God, such a tight little fuck!" I cried, "Gonna fill you with cream,
buddy!"

I reached around in front and grasped his nipples, which hardened instantly
as I pinched and twisted gently.

The boy pushed up with his ass, pounding on the bench with his right
fist. "Ahhhhhh yeah! ...FUCK me coach!! ...FUCK my ass....my God....oh my
God yeah!!" he cried.

I pulled out all the stops. I grabbed the boy by his narrow hips as I
pistoned my fat cock in and out of his tight hole, faster, faster still. I
felt my load boiling in my nuts. I couldn't hold out much longer. I pulled
out.

"Let's get you on your back...lay down on the bench."

The boy obeyed immediately. I straddled the bench, lifting Roy's feet and
placing them on my shoulders. I spit on my hand and rubbed my meat, then
took aim once again. I speared the boy in one quick motion, causing both of
us to cry out. I quickly established a rhythm.

The kid began jacking off with his right hand while playing with his
nipples with his left. I could feel his his asshole spasm as he pleasured
his young cock. I couldn't stand another second. I felt my load rocket up
through my cock, pumping my load deep into the boy. Seconds later, Roy's
cries joined my own. Squirt after squirt of hot cum shot from his cock,
causing his hole to spasm again and again, milking my cock...it was the
most incredible feeling.

Panting, I fell on the boy. Our lips met again as I forced my tongue into
his mouth...he sucked at it hungrily for better than 2 minutes. He probably
would have stayed longer if I hadn't pulled away.

"You're a hot little fucker, you know it?" I said, grinning.

He grinned in return, not saying anything.

"You up for another shower?" I asked.

"Yeah." he said, grinning ear to ear.

I stood, offering my hand to the kid. He took it and I helped him up.

I took him in my arms once again and we shared another kiss before we
walked off to the locker room and the showers.

My God, I thought as we walked in silence, How could it get any fucking
better than this?

I discovered later on in the week that it could get much better.

Much.


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Casey (1)

I stood above the two as Scott hungrily sucked at his brother's asshole,
sucking the cream Coach Marks had deposited there a short while
ago. Jamie's head was turned away from me. He moaned as Scott pleasured his
butt hole. Scott finally caught sight of my legs out of the corner of his
eye. He stopped and raised his head quickly.

"What's wrong, dude." Jamie said.

Scott said nothing, he simply looked up at me. We had seen each other in
the halls, but him being a couple of grades ahead of me, we didn't really
know each other. I stood there, stroking my hard cock.

Jamie, not getting an answer from his older brother, finally turned his
head. He gasped, but didn't move. He looked up at me, and watched as I
played with myself.

I got down on my knees. Jamie was shaking. I put my hand behind Scott's
head and drew him near my stiff meat. He resisted at first, but once the
head of my stiff cock brushed his lips, he took it into his mouth, sucking
gently.

"Ahhhhhhhh yeah...that's it...suck....ahhhhhhhyeah...don't worry, I'm not
here to tell on you...I just wanna join in..." I sighed.

He picked up speed and increased pressure, sucking me hard, apparently
forgetting all about the fear he had felt seconds earlier.

"You...you're Casey Bennett...right?" Jamie stammered as he watched his
brother suck my cock, a look of complete disbelief on his face.

"Yeah.." I sighed. "Ahhhhhh yeah...your brother's quite the
cocksucker...bet you never saw that one coming."

"Well...no...I didn't."

"I was in watching you get plowed by our wonderful coach...my brother's in
there right now getting his ass filled."

Scott pulled off me. "I thought there was someone else!! ...I seen..."

"Hey..hey! Don't stop, man." I said to Scott, pushing his head back onto my
cock, "Just suck it, ok....yeahhhhhh, that's good."

I reached down and placed my hand on Jamie's ass, running my finger's down
the crack. He relaxed a bit.

"We have algebra together, right?" I said as I began to massage his tight
hole, then slipped my finger gently inside him. The warmth of his tight ass
enveloped my finger. I couldn't wait to fuck him.

"Yeah...and world history.....ahhhhhhhhhhyeah." he sighed as I worked my
finger slowly in and out.

"Man...two sets of gay brothers right here in the same small town. What are
the odds? Kinda like winning the lottery, right?"

Scott lifted his head. "I'm not gay."

I grasped my cock and rubbed it against his face...he opened his mouth and
stuck out his tongue.

"Are you sure?" I asked him as I slapped it against his face.

I pulled it away from him and he moved forward. I shoved it back in his
mouth, where he began sucking it like a hungry baby sucking a bottle.

"Yeah, I think you are...you just didn't know it until tonight. You may
like the chicks, but you like that cock too, don't you?" I said, grinning.

"Mmmmmmm" Scott said, nodding his head as he sucked.

"Before I interrupted, I think you were about to fuck your own brother, am
I right?"

Scott pulled off my dick and dropped his head. "Yeah." He said shyly.

Don't feel bad about it....my bro mounts me every chance he gets." I
said. "Let's get it in there...you first, then me....you will share him
with me, won't you?"

An evil grin spread across Scott's face.

"Yeah....we'll fuckin' take turns on 'em....God yes.....gang-bang 'em." He
said as he watched me finger fuck his little brother with a look of pure
lust on his face.

"Jamie...is it cool if we take turns pounding your ass?"

"yeahhhh...fuck me."

"Raise your ass, dude." I said,

Jamie was completely relaxed by now, realizing he was about to be fucked by
two guys. He raised up as Scott positioned himself behind his brother.

"Wait a second before you stick it in there." I said.

I sat down behind Scott, then I layed back, slipping my head between the
two brother's spread legs. I reached up and grasped Scott's dick, aiming it
at Jamie's asshole.

"Do it...stick it in there." I whispered.

Scott move forward. The head of his cock neatly split Jamie's sphincter,
then slowly disapeared into his brother.

"Uhhh...damn..." Jamie grunted. "Christ...Fuck me..."

"My God.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Scott whispered as he began moving his hips,
working his cock in and out, picking up speed.

I sucked Jamie's cock into my mouth as I watched Scott's balls swing back
and forth, going down until his sandy colored pubes tickled my nose. After
a few minutes of this, I began to want what I had waited all week for. I
moved from between the Brother's legs and knelt beside Scott.

"Feel good in there, dude?" I asked.

"Oh God yeahhhh." Scott moaned as he pounded away.

"Let me have some of that shit...I swear I'll let you back in."

"Ok man." He said as he pulled his cock free. I immediately took his place,
kneeling behind Jamie and placing my cock at his opening. I slid in easily,
feeling every inch of my cock slip inside as his warm, tight hole swallowed
it.

Scott knelt beside us, watching, stroking his hard meat.

"Fuck 'em hard....Christ this is so hot!" he sighed.

I began to moan as I pounded my cock into Jamie. It was everything I
dreamed it would be as I felt his tight ring of muscle milk my young cock.

"Ahhhhh my God, you're such a tight fuck...damn...feels so good." I moaned.

I fucked him for about 5 minutes. I used different techniques that my
brother had taught me. I long-dicked him for a couple minutes, pulling
completely out of him, then plunging back into his spasming hole. Jamie
would cry out with every pelvic thrust. From there I went into a two minute
rabbit fuck, slamming my cock into him hard...Jamie whimpered during this,
almost crying tears of joy. As I felt the familiar tingle begin, I backed
off.

"Here, Scott...your turn...get it in there."

Scott took my place and slammed into Jamie hard on the first thrust, making
him cry out loud. If anyone would have been within a block radius, they
probably would have heard his cries of joy. Scott began recklessly fucking
his brother. I knew I would not get another chance until the older boy had
busted a nut inside him, so I settled in to watch.

I brought my face to Jamie's. His mouth was hanging open, his tongue hung
from it. He cried out as Scott poked and prodded his young prostate over
and over. Scott began to pick up speed...I knelt beside him, stroking my
cock and watching him fuck his little brother. His cries began, echoing
between the two buildings. He threw his head back, his face twisted in
pleasure...in less than a minute it was over.

"Yeah! Fuckin' my own brother! Ahhhhh yeah! Uhhhhhgggg!! Uhhhhhhhyeah!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ahhhhhh." Scott cried as he shot his load deep into his
Jamie's ass, his pelvis noisily slapping against his brother's tight butt
cheeks.

Scott began to slow as his nuts emptied, then he backed off, pulling his
cock free and collapsed to the grass, panting. I brought my face to Jamie's
asshole and began to lick. Scott's thick cum had began leaking from the
tight young orifice...I sucked at it hungrily for a few moments before
assuming the position again myself, sliding my 13-year old cock up his 13
year-old ass. This time I didn't last long. Scott lay on the ground
watching me fuck his brother, smiling, gently stroking his soft cock. I
grunted as I felt my load travel the length of my shaft. I pulled free and
moaned as my cock began spouting. I rubbed my throbbing cock in the crack
of his ass as it spasmed and squirted, covering the other boy's back with
my thick cum. I knelt, panting behind Jamie, smearing my cream on his butt
check with my softening cock.

Jamie fell forward and rolled over, grasping his cock as he began to jack
off.

Scott moved between his brother's legs. He grinned up at Jamie.

"This is for the hot fuck, little bro." he said, then placed his warm mouth
over Jamie's stiff cock.

"Ohhhh God!" Jamie cried as he spread his legs wide and arched his back.

His brother's hot mouth sucked up and down, occasionally stopping to lick
the perfect mushroom head on Jamie's circumsized teenage dick. His finger
found the younger boy's asshole and began to play there.

"Christ, bro...you got some major spunk up there..." Scott said, "You've
been fucked like crazy all night...that's so fuckin' hot!"

He took his brother's cock into his mouth once again, sucking up and down
hungrily while Jamie moaned, his slim body writhing on the grass, his head
rocking back and fourth.

"Oh God, bro...yeah...suck, oh God suck....ohhh Christ, I'm gonna
cream...yeahhhh." Jamie sighed as Scott picked up speed. "Ohhhh
yeahhhh....here it comes! Uhhhhh UHHHHH! UHHHHHH!
Ahhhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhh...yeaaah....yeahhh."

Jamie's back arched hard as Scott swallowed his brother's load, his adam's
apple bobbing. Jamie's ass slowly came to rest on the grass as the boy
panted. Scott looked up at his little bro, licking the head of his
softening cock and grinning. Jamie returned the grin, then began to
giggle. Scott joined him.

"I can't believe I just had sex with my brother." Jamie giggled.

"Hey, no shit!" Scott giggled as he sat up on the grass.

I walked over to my clothes. "I gotta run, guys...we'll do this again,
right?" I said.

"What about your brother?" Jamie asked.

"He'll be fine...he's got a friend he's staying with tonight, so do I, and
he's expecting me."

"You could always stay with us." Scott said.

"I'll remember that for next time, ok?"

"Cool." Jamie said as I began to dress, "Maybe we could all get together
with coach?"

"Sure...he'd dig that!" Jamie said.

I slipped my shirt over my head. "See ya, dudes."

"Later."

"Later on man."

I noticed as I was walking through the bushes that they were looking at
each other, As I turned to walk away, I saw them come together once again,
kissing.

"Let's go home..." I heard Jamie whisper, "...to bed."

Giggles erupted from both boys.

I grinned and walked away.

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Coach and Roy (2)

Dressed only in our underwear, we sat on the mat in the wrestling room and
talked for a long time.

I told the boy about my affairs with Jamie and Kyle, while the boy filled
me in on the relationship between himself, his brother Casey and the bus
driver, Dan.

"I think we should all get together, do you think Dan would go for it?" I
asked.

"He's a pretty nervous guy, but I think Casey and I could talk to him...you
know, the next time we're doin' it." Roy grinned.

"Kinda like the way you 'talked him into it' on the dead end road?" I
laughed and Roy joined me.

Roy then surprised me by moving between my legs and laying back against my
chest.

"You think I could stay with you tonight, coach?" he said as he snuggled
against my chest.

"I don't know, kid...I mean, I'd really like you too, but I'd kinda feel
guilty. Jamie asked me that same question, and I told him no...I really
don't wanna hurt him." I said, placing my hands on the boy's shoulders and
massaging gently.

"Why'd you tell him no?"

"Cause I thought we both needed a break...we've been doing it quite a bit
lately, and I thought if we laid off for a while it would be better for
him."

"That's cool...if you guys have been seeing a lot of each other, that's
probably the right thing to do...I know that when me and Casey have been at
it a lot, it's nice to take a breather for a couple of days." he said. "But
on the other hand, you and me haven't been at it a lot...and I'd really
like...if we could sleep together."

I couldn't resist him. I placed my hands on his firm chest and lowered my
nose into his freshly showered hair. "I guess we could...I'm sure Jamie
will understand."

"Cool." the boy said and rose. Then he grinned and offered me his hand,
which I took.

A half hour later, we were naked in my bed, my hard cock deliciously inside
him.

When I told Jamie all about it later on, it turns out he wasn't upset at
all. He had spent the night moaning in his brother's bed, quite a bit of
the time with his slim legs in the air, wrapped around Scott's smooth ass.

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Steve (1)

I cruised past the school at a little past 2:00 AM. I was parked at the
city maintenance sheds about a block away. I had though I heard cries...it
could have easily been a horny cat, but it also could have been someone up
to no good, and it's my job to investigate such things. I'm Steve
Akkermann, one of Roseville's finest.

I drove past the front of the campus, shining my spotlight in the darker
corners of the building. I thought about driving around back by the shop
buildings, but decided to take another cruise through the city and down
main street, then come back around and take a spin around back. I was off
in another hour anyway.

As I drove towards the town center, I began to think that it could be kids
raising a little hell. The junior team had won their 4th straight game
tonight...not a great feat, but after losing 4 straight, it was
something. That little running back, Jamie Parker had simply caught fire
the last 4 weeks, and as a result the Wildcats had slaughtered their last
four opponents. I had stopped by the game earlier and was watching through
the fence. I was there long enough to see a couple of long runs by the
kid...and to check out the rest of the players as well.

I drove slowly down Chestnut Avenue towards Main. Since I spend as much
time on the day shift as I do on nights, most of the people sleeping in
these quiet, dark houses know me by name. As with any small town, the
townspeople know everything about everybody. They knew I have been divorced
for 8 years, and had a 12 year old son named Max. They knew I lived on
Clark street in the white Ranch-style house, that I have been on the force
for 15 years, since I was 20 years old.

But, however, everyone has their little secrets. I also have mine.

They don't know, that my wife left me because she was bored. For one thing,
after Max was born, I simply didn't want to have sex. The reason is
simple. I'm gay, something I never told her or anyone else, with the
exception of my son. I married her simply to try to fit in. All my buddies
on the force were married and always trying to fix me up with someone.

I have no regrets, I got Max out of the deal. My wife didn't even try to
get custody of him. Thank God, cause I would have fought tooth and
nail. Max, who was 4 at the time didn't need that...so one day when she
told me she was leaving me and would send divorce papers, I wasn't
surprised at all...even when she headed for the west coast without so much
as a 'fuck you, Charlie'....it was a mistake from the beginning, so I just
let it end.

I send her school pictures of Max, she sends us Christmas cards and
Birthday cards, but she hasn't seen Max since he was 9, and he's getting to
the point where he hardly mentions her at all anymore. They were never
really close, Max is his daddy's boy. We'd go to games together and to the
park and everywhere. In a way, I think she was jealous of him, since he
took so much of my time.

The townspeople also don't know that if I had my choice, I would rather
spend time with a 12 year old boy than a 35 year old. This I spent quite
some time coming to terms with. I have come to terms with it however, and
everything is fine. I love spending time at the football games, watching
the young boys bend over in their tight uniforms, I have to fight off a
hard-on every time.

Lastly, and most importantly, they don't know that when I go home at night,
especially after the graveyard shift ends at 3, I take off my sidearm, my
uniform and underclothes, then, more often than not, I slide into bed with
my naked 12 year old son, who is usually waiting for me in my bed.

He'll usually wake up when I climb in, if he remains asleep I won't wake
him. If he does wake, he comes into my arms and kisses me, tell me that he
missed me, then, after much foreplay, I'll slide my cock into his tight
little asshole and fuck him, something he enjoys greatly.

Yes, I have my secrets...but I live with them and have finally found
contentment.

I took a couple of runs up and down main street, then headed back towards
the school. As I turned the corner to go to the rear of the school, I saw
someone walking along the side of the street. The person looked up, I
noticed it was a blond boy of about 13 or 14. I pulled up beside him.

"Evening," I said to this handsome young man, "Whatcha doin' out and
about...pretty late, don't you think?"

The boy shrugged.

"What's your name, son?"

"Casey Bennett."

****************************************

Steve (2)

The events that changed my life, OUR lives, Max and I, took place the night
before Max's ninth birthday, The night of the big storm.

Lorraine had visited the week before. 2 years had gone by since she had
seen Max. She ooo'ed and Ahhh'd over how big the boy had gotten. She gave
Max $20.00 for his birthday and a card. One hour later she was out the
door, we haven't seen her since.

Max and I had gone to the mall that evening. I asked him what he wanted for
his birthday and he said he wanted to go to the mall. We ate pizza and
cookies, played video games at the arcade and caught a movie. He had said
it was the best day of his life.

We walked into the house after our evening's activities completely
exhausted. Max went immediately to the living room to check out TV. I stood
in the kitchen and waited.

I heard him squeel in delight.

The boy came running out of the living room towards me. About 4 feet away
from me he lept, landing in my arms, locking his legs around my torso.

"My God, dad it's AWESOME!! I can't believe it! You are the best dad...I
love you so much!!" he squeeled as he planted multiple kisses on my face.

While we were out, I had my police buddy Hal bring over the new BMX bicycle
I had purchased a week ago. I had noticed Max checking it out on one of our
frequent trips to the mall.

"I take it that you like it then...we won't have to return it?" I said,
grinning.

"Have you lost it, dude?" he asked, "It's PERFECT!! Can I ride it now?"

"Have to wait 'till morning, sport....besides, looks like it could rain."

Max's face clouded at this. He had always been scared to death of
electrical storms. He had gotten a bit better over the past couple of
years, but the big ones still gave him trouble.

"Think it'll storm?" he said, his big brown eyes looking into mine.

"Nah," I said, "Just a little rain...go brush your teeth, then you can
check out the TV for a bit before you go to bed."

"Gosh, I just love it, dad." He said, "You're the best."

"So I'm told."

The boy giggled. I ruffled his hair and placed him on his feet and he
darted off to the living room.

I went to the fridge and after a couple of seconds, decided on a beer.

"Awesome." I heard Max exclaim from the living room. I grinned.

A few seconds later I heard him pounding up the stairs to brush his
teeth. The phone rang. I answered, it was Hal.

"Hey....how'd it go with the kid?"

"Oh my God, Hal...he's floating on a cloud. Thanks for holding it and
bringing it over...I owe ya a beer."

"No problem, man."

After a bit more small talk, we said good night and hung up. Max came
pounding down the stairs to the living room. The TV set never did come
on. I went in later and he was sitting by his new bike, reading the owner's
manual with his new helmet in his lap. His face was serious as he studied
the words.

After a while I said, "Better get to bed, sport...go on up and I'll be up
in a bit."

"k"

Taking the manual with him, he bounded up the stairs with the energy that
only boys posess.

A few minutes later, I went to his room. His reading lamp was on as he
continued to read the manual.

"Interesting reading?"

"Nah..it says that I should always wear a helmet, and that I shouldn't ride
at night...junk like that."

"That's wise advice." I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.

The boy looked at me thoughtfully.

"Dad...?"

"Yes, son?"

"You ever miss mom?"

The question caught me off guard. I recovered quickly, however. I had
always believed in the truth, so I saw no reason to lie in this situation.

"Well, son...it's not that I don't like your mom...at one time, I thought I
loved her...but I don't really miss her. I like our lives just the way they
are...why do you ask?"

"Well, I guess I don't really miss her at all. When she was here last week,
it felt like she was here cause she thought she SHOULD be here, ya know? I
just thought that I didn't really miss having her around, and that was bad
of me to think that."

"Nah," I said. "She comes around once every two years...you hardly KNOW her
anymore...kinda hard to miss someone you don't know, isn't it?"

"Yeah..guess you're right."

I ran my fingers through his silky brown hair. The boy smiled and closed
his eyes.

"Are you ready to shut off the light, or do you want to read some more?" I
said as I stroked his hair.

"You can shut it off," the boy said sleepily, "I'm ready to go to sleep."

I bent down and kissed his forehead. "I love you, champ." I whispered.

"I love you too, dad." he answered.

I clicked off the bedside lamp and walked out his door.

"Sweet dreams, son."

"'Night dad."

I went to my room and undressed slowly, thinking about the evening's events
and smiling to myself.

As I lay naked in bed getting ready to drift off, I heard low thunder
rumble in the distance.

I hope it stays far away..I thought as I drifted...Max is asleep now
anyway.

I slept.

                        *******

A loud crash shook the house and I awoke with a start.

I looked at the clock, but couldn't find it. The power must have gone
down. I sat up in bed and looked out the window. Sure enough, the street
lights were out.

Lightning flashed, followed by a louder crash of thunder that shook the
house.

The power flickered back on. My clock has a battery back-up. It was 2:13
AM. I turned on the bedside lamp.

My door swung open. Max was there in his underwear, crying and shaking
visibly.

"Dad, I'm scared!" he cried.

I noticed that he had wet himself. I hadn't seen him this scared in ages.

"C'mere, son." I said, swinging my legs out of bed.

He came to me.

"Here...let's get these off..they're all wet." I said as I took off his
underwear.

"Oh shit!....oh shit!" he cried, looking down at his underwear. He began to
cry harder.

He hadn't even noticed that he has wet himself until I told him.

"It's ok Max...you're scared...shit like this happens when you get scared."
I pulled him into my arms, holding him tight as he cried.

Thunder shook the house again and the boy jumped.

"Shhhhh." I soothed. "It's only noise...it can't hurt ya....wanna sleep
with me?"

"Ye...ye...yeah."

I climbed back into bed, the naked boy followed, snuggling against me as I
pulled the covers back over us. I gently stroked the boy's hair, this
always seemed to relax him, however house-shaking crashes of thunder came
every couple of minutes. It seemed that he would start to relax, then
another one would hit. Rain hit the side of the house in sheets. I knew it
couldn't keep up this intensity for long, and eventually it began to die
down...the thunder getting lower and less frequent.

Eventually, the boy slept.

I slipped out from under the arm that was draped across my chest and
slipped out of bed. I picked up the boy's urine-stained underwear and went
to the bathroom. I ran hot water over the white cotton briefs and rung them
out the best I could before tossing them in the hamper in the hallway. I
then went to Max's room to his dresser and picked out an identical pair. I
hoped that he might not remember wetting them...he had cursed in front of
me after I pointed it out, he'd never done that before, so perhaps he
wouldn't remember.

When I climbed back into bed a few minutes later, the boy immediately
snuggled up against me once again.

I began stroking his soft hair once again. Max sighed, relaxing. My hand
wandered down the back of his head to the smooth skin of his back. He
snuggled in closer, wrapping his leg over mine.

My God, so soft and smooth, I thought as my hand glided up and down his
back. I was suddenly aware of the warmth and silky softness of his naked
body against mine. The boy had come to my bed before, scared from
thunderstorms or bad dreams I had rubbed his back then....but this is the
first time he had climbed in with me completely naked. I continued to rub
his back, going lower without really realizing I was doing it until my
fingers rubbed across the top of his soft little butt.

It was incredible how soft he was down there, incredible that I had never
noticed before. Guilt was brewing inside my head, but I couldn't seem to
help myself. My hand glided lower, over the soft warm globes of his little
ass. I let my hand wander over his butt in a circular motion, rubbing,
gently squeezing.

My God, I thought, what a sweet little ass....so soft.

On my leg, I could feel his little penis begin to move and stiffen.

I began to get hard, my throbbing cock filled with blood and stood as my
fingers dipped into his butt crack finding his warm anus, gently touching,
rubbing.

Max sighed again in his sleep and wrapped his leg over me further. When he
finally settled down, his smooth thigh was laying across my throbbing hard
cock. I moaned in spite of myself. My hand moved back to his sweet little
crack, which was spread wide now. My fingers played on his little hole. Max
sighed deeply and made as though he was adjusting himself in his sleep once
again. When he settled down this time, he was laying completely on top of
me, his hard little penis laying against my own.

I couldn't believe this was happening. He was my SON, for Christ's sake, my
fucking SON.

Lust consumed me.

I took the boy, MY boy, in my arms. My hands wandered his narrow frame, his
muscular back, squeezing his soft ass. I could feel his little hips gently
rise and fall as I felt him up, his small penis pushing into mine and
releasing again. His breath was hot against my neck as it shuddered in and
out. My hand dipped down into his crack once again and began to massage his
tight little asshole.

"Mmmmmmmm." he sighed and his legs parted further.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Feel good pal?" I whispered.

After a few seconds, I was positive that he would not answer, he said,
"Yeah...don't stop, ok?"

So many questions flew through my mind..I didn't want to fuck him up
mentally...I was consumed by lust, fear, guilt and a host of other
emotions. Lust, however, won out, as it usually does.

I pushed up with my hips, rubbing my cock on his soft skin. My fingers
began to rub his asshole harder.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh." Max moaned and spread his little legs wide.

Now that he knew that I knew he was awake, his hips rose and fell at will,
his stiff little prick rubbing against mine. I could feel his butt cheeks
tighten and relax as he humped me, picking up speed. Finally, his entire
body stiffened and he let out a little whine.

His young body shuddered in a dry orgasm, his little face pressed against
my neck as he came, his breath red hot on my neck. I knew I was going to
cum and was worried about what Max might think. I struggled for words.

"Ohh Max...ohhhh my God, son..I'm...I'm gonna...."

"Yeah....do it...it's ok dad...I know about it...I have Sex-Ed in school."
he whispered.

My God!

He knew I was going to cum...WANTED me to cum!

(He's nine and he has Sex Ed?) My mind reeled.

"Ohhhh my GOD MAX!! Oh my sweet boy!!" I moaned as I grabbed his ass and
arched my back. My cock spouted like a fountain, covering the area between
our bodies in my rich-smelling cum. I held him tight until I finished. Then
I took his sweet face in my hands and kissed his forehead. He kissed mine
in return before climbing off me.

He got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Now that the sex was over,
guilt took over, chastising me over and over again.

Max appeared at the door.

"Are you coming, dad? We should clean up a bit." He grinned.

I returned his grin and he walked away again.

"Sh..sure." I called after him.

In the bathroom, Max had wet a rag and was wiping down his trim chest and
pelvic area with it. After he finished, he rinsed the rag and handed it to
me with a grin.

"You squirted out a lot of sperm." he said.

I could only smile at him as I wiped down. Max waited. We walked back to my
room together

I climbed back into bed, he followed, snuggling against me once again. I
reached over and turned out the lamp. We lay in silence for a while.

"Is everything...uhhh...are....are we cool?" I whispered.

"Yeah, dad...we're always cool. That was fun. Did you have fun?" he
whispered.

"Yes....I did. It felt awesome, Max." I answered.

"Cool." he whispered.

Shortly after that, he was breathing deep, fast asleep.

I layed awake for a while, quite sure that I wouldn't sleep.

Eventually I did.

                        *******

The next morning, Max's birthday, I awoke early.

Max was still asleep, his leg thrown over my body...he was snoring. I
grinned.

I also noticed he had morning wood.

I turned my head and kissed his forehead, then managed to move from under
the sleeping boy without waking him. I put on my underwear, placing the
clean pair I had retrieved for Max on the night stand where he would find
them.

Dressed only in my undies, I went downstairs and began fixing us breakfast.

Even though we spent time together yesterday and Max got a great new bike,
he'll only turn nine once. Today I planned to take us to the amusement park
upstate. Just like the bike, Max had no knowledge of this.

The first of the waffles were just coming out of the iron when Max wandered
into the kitchen. Just like most mornings, he was dressed in his undies and
had sleep-tangled hair. He was so cute that I just had to grin. I didn't
laugh, however. Max was not a morning person, it was best not to talk until
he had his milk, or until he spoke first.

"Thanks for the clean unders, dad." He said, looking at me
gratefully. "What did you do with the other ones?"

"Washed 'em out...put 'em in the hamper. I was kinda hoping you wouldn't
remember that, you were pretty freaked, kiddo."

"How come I get so scared, dad? Other kids, at school and stuff, they talk
about the storms like 'Did you hear that thunder last night?...did you
check out the sky? ...it was so cool!' junk like that....I just kinda agree
with 'em, so they don't think I'm a wus or something."

I went to him and smoothed back his hair.

"You're just a boy, Max...I was scared to death of storms as a boy."

"Really?" he said, as if I had never told him these things before. I
usually told him this while it was storming, so maybe he wasn't hearing me.

"Sure." I said, remembering my own childhood fear of loud thunderstorms. "I
used to hide behind the sofa."

I ruffled his hair till it was messy again. The boy giggled. I began to
serve up the waffles. Max went to the fridge for his milk.

"No Shi...kidding?"

"Yup. Your grandpa couldn't even get me to come out until the loud part was
over." I said. "You'll grow out of it, trust me, boy. Ok?"

"Ok dad." he said as he poured his milk.

"And don't think I don't know that you cuss when I'm not around."

He looked at me with a worried expression on his face, as if he knew I
would certainly punish him. Then I grinned and he exhaled loudly, grinning.

I got out the butter and syrup and we sat in our underwear and
ate. Generally, only Max did this. I usually dressed completely before
coming down. Max had to have his milk. Right away. Right now. I always told
him that if he slept naked as I did, he'd come down naked to get that first
glass of milk. This always caused giggles.

After breakfast, with the dishes in the sink, we sat at the table making
small talk. I knew he had forgotten the new bicycle that was waiting in the
living room.

"So, are you going to sit around in your skivvies all day?" I asked.

"I just might." he said, grinning.

"I was just wondering...why don't you go watch some TV while I clean up
here?"

"Ok, dad...thanks for breakfast."

I bowed low. "I live to serve you, my master."

He giggled and walked off toward the living room. I waited. Seconds later,
I heard him bounding up the stairs two-at-a-time. I grinned. He must have
broken a worlds record on getting dressed. 3 minutes later he flew back
down the stairs, then wheeled his new bike into the kitchen, sporting jeans
and a t-shirt, and his new helmet.

"Oh, you ARE going to ride that thing...thought I was going to have to
return it." I said smugly.

"Very funny, old man." He retorted with a grin.

Smiling so wide the grin threatened to split his face, I watched as he
wheeled his new bike out the front door and climbed on.

"You sure you know how to ride that?" I called out.

He looked at me, feigning annoyance. "Man, you are FULL of it today, aren't
you?"

I smiled. The boy rode happily down the sidewalk and into the street.

"Be careful, buddy....and be back in an hour!" I called after him.

"I WILL!" he shouted back as he stood on the pedals and whizzed down the
street.

"I love you, boy." I whispered as I walked over to the sink and began
running the water to do the dishes.

I had the dishes done and put them away, as well as put a load of laundry
in to wash when Max rode back up the walk, almost an hour to the minute
after he had left. I was sitting at the kitchen table when he burst through
the door.

"Holy cow,dad...that thing fu...that thing goes like HELL!" he exclaimed.

I couldn't help but grin, he'd almost let 'fuckin' slip that time. "Hell"
was one of the words I allowed, and he used it constantly.

"I showed it to Toby, then I showed it to Brian....they wanted to take it
for a 'test spin', so I let 'em...that's cool, isn't it, dad?"

"It's your bike, son...if you trust 'em, it's ok by me."

"Anyway, they think it's so cool that I got a bike."

Suddenly he was hugging me.

"I love you so much, dad." he said, his arms gripping me tight.

"I love you too, my boy." I said.

I rose with the boy's arms still around my neck. Placing my arm under his
little butt as he wrapped his legs around my torso, I walked to the
cupboard above the refrigerator and retrieved a package.

"Here, you might wanna lock that thing up, you know, when you go into a
store or the mall or something."

I handed him a lock and vinyl-coated chain.

"COOL!" my face was covered in kisses once again.

He hopped down and went to the kitchen table, studying the package.

"Son?" I said, not meaning to bring this up now, but I couldn't help
myself.

"Yeah, dad?"

"Son, about last night...I...are you..."

My tongue tangled and I couldn't get the words out.

Max, on the other hand, was grinning. A positivly evil grin. His face
flushed and he dropped his head, sneaking glances at me. I couldn't help
but grin in return...feeling my face flush a bit as well.

"We were doin' it last night..." his grin remained, his eyes twinkled
devilishly, "...it was awesome as HELL...you're not mad at me for that, are
you?"

"God no, son...I was hoping you weren't mad at me."

"Gosh no, dad...why would I be mad at you? Cause we did that?"

"Some people wouldn't think that was the right thing for a father to
do...do you know what I'm trying to say?"

"Yeah...good touch-bad touch, all that shi...stuff they teach in school..."

"Some of that stuff is the right thing, Max...I would never want a stranger
to touch you the way I did."

"Yeah, but it was COOL...but I would never do that with anyone else....and
those people in school, we're not hurting anybody and it's our business,
just between you and me. They don't need to know our business."

Holy shit! I thought, When did he get to be so smart? He was telling me
that he had enjoyed what happened, didn't want anyone else to know about it
and that he'd never do it with anyone else. This was enough to satisfy me,
so I dropped the subject.

"Ok, we're cool with that. Also, since you are having such a hard time
keeping it in, 'shit' is now added to the cuss words you are allowed to
say...but ONLY when it's just us two."

"Really? ...I mean, no...shit?"

"No shit, studly. Now, ready to put your bike in the house and go for a
ride?" I asked, grinning.

"A ride? Where?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." I said.

Max had always loved surprises. He ran to put his bike away.

On the trip upstate, which took about an hour and a half, he quizzed me
continually about where we were going, but to no avail. When we finally got
close and some of the coasters could be seen on the horizon, Max went nuts.

"Six Flags? We're going to Six Flags?!" he asked excitedly.

"Six Flags? I answered as if I didn't have the slightest clue what he was
talking about, "They have a Six Flags here?"

"Yeah, cantcha see it rig....Oh, you're just giving me SHIT, right?"

I grinned.

We had a grand time. We rode all the coasters at least twice, and the
scariest ones even more. We spent 3 hours at the water park and ate junk
food till we were ready to burst.

The park closed at 10 PM, so at 9:45 we got on the giant Ferris Wheel. As
we looked around at the lights of the entire park below, we talked about
the day's events.

Max looked into my eyes, he looked near tears. "This has been the best
birthday ever, dad. I love you so much." he said shakily.

I reached across the gondola and took his face in my hands. "I love you
too, sport...so much that it hurts." I kissed him on the forehead.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, son?"

"Can I sleep with you again tonight...would that be ok?"

I wasn't sure how to handle this one, but I didn't want to put a damper on
our perfect day.

"I guess that would be ok."

"Awesome....freekin' awesome as shit." he said.

"You're gonna throw that in as often as you can, aren't you?"

"Bet your ass."

I had given him 'ass' at about the same time as 'hell'.

"You're a weird kid."

"Shit shit shit." he said, then he giggled and I joined him.

We left the park right at closing. Max rode piggyback to the car.

I pulled into the garage right before midnight. Max was sleeping in the
passenger seat, completely wore out from our day out.

I slipped my seatbelt off and then Max's. I got out and went around to
Max's side and opened his door gently. I leaned in and lifted the sleeping
boy up into my arms and out of the car, kicking the car door closed with my
foot.

Max was a fairly heavy sleeper and remained sleeping as the garage door
rattled down and I fumbled for the door to the house. Once inside, I
shifted his weight in my arms and headed for the stairs, then down the
hallway to the boy's room. I fumbled with the door, then remembered that
Max was going to sleep with me. I didn't want to dissapoint the kid, so I
carried him back down the hallway to my room.

I gently placed him on the bed and began the task of undressing him. I had
done this before on several long car trips when Max would be asleep when we
arrived home. This should have been no different.

Yet it was.

As I pulled off his shoes and socks, then reached up to pull off his
shorts, I began to get hard. I pulled the fabric down his smooth legs. By
the time I raised the boy's arms to pull off his shirt, I was painfully
hard in my pants.

Max lay before me, dressed only in his white Hanes, his arms above his
head, revealing his hairless armpits. I was so turned on I could hardly
stand it...I needed to releave the pain, my cock was rock-hard and at an
awkward angle in my pants, so I slipped off my shoes and took them off. I
followed with my underwear. My cock stood straight out, throbbing.

I stood before my nearly-naked son, shaking with desire.

I would masturbate, I thought. That'll take care of it.

Releaved that I had made a sound decision, I turned on the bedside lamp. I
walked to the doorway and turned out the overhead light. I turned a saw Max
laying there in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. I walked to his side of
the bed as if pulled there, looking down at my son, I began to stroke my
hard cock.

By force of will, I tore my gaze from his beautiful young body and walked
around to my side of the bed. I lay down, my head turned so I can look at
Max. I had no intention of turning off the light.

I began to jack off.

Thoughts of the night before filled my head. I thought of Max snuggled
naked against me, of him moving his body on top of mine, of my finger
playing in his warm boy-crack....of him rubbing his stiff little dick
against mine...his hot shuddering breath against my neck as his body
stiffened in dry orgasm, and finally, of him telling me to cum as his
little hips rose and fell, of my cum splashing between our bodies.

I took my hand from my cock and turned on my side, facing my son. I didn't
know what I was going to do until I did it.

I watched as my hand moved toward him, gently settling on his smooth
chest. I began to rub his chest, my hand working slowly back and forth
across his small nipples, which hardened at my touch.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." Max sighed in his sleep.

I moved my hand down to the silky softness of his abdomen, rubbing him
there in a lazy circular motion. The feel of his warm, soft skin benieth my
hand was fantastic, I felt I could never tire of touching him.

I watched in amazement as his underwear began to rise and tent, his little
cock stiffening as I felt his body. My hand glided down, sliding over the
top of his undies until I was gently massaging his dick through the
textured cotton fabric.

The next time I glanced up, I saw Max looking at me. A small smile played
at his lips, his brown eyes twinkled with contentment.

"That feels so good, dad...please do it some more." he whispered so softly
that it was difficult to hear.

I continued to play, squeezing and rubbing harder now. Max closed his eyes
when I finally moved my fingers under the elastic waistband of his tight
little undies. Grasping him between my middle and index fingers and thumb,
I slowly stroked his 3 inch dick.

"Ahhhhhhhh." he whispered as my hand slipped further into his underwear and
found his scrotum. I cupped the little sac in my finger tips, gently
rolling it's precious contents around as his legs parted.

I pulled my hand out of his underwear and rose, intending to remove them
and once again have him naked in my bed. The boy caught sight of my hard 8
inch cock and was mesmerized.

"Wow." he whispered.

"You want to touch it?" I whispered.

"Yeah." he answered.

He reached for it slowly, not sure how he should touch it. He finally ended
up simply brushing his fingertips over the head. After a few moments he
closed his fingers around the shaft, then gently moved his hand up and
down.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh." I sighed.

Max looked up, delighted that he was bringing me enough pleasure to make me
sigh. I reached down to make him naked. He raised his little ass up and
allowed himself to be stripped. I took his little cock in my hand, stroking
it up and down. The boy watched me play with his dick, then matched his
strokes to mine.

"Like that, buddy?" I asked.

"Ohhhh ...I never thought anything could feel so good."

"I can make it better." I said, trying to figure out a way to get his sweet
dick into my mouth. I didn't want to move too fast and scare or confuse
him.

"How?"

"Like this." I moved between his legs and placed his stiff little cock in
my mouth, sucking it slowly up and down.

His eyes closed immediately. I was in heaven, the feel of his hard little
bone in my mouth was pure bliss. His legs opened as I took his balls in my
hand and began to gently massage, all the while gliding up and down on his
little boymeat.

"Ohhhh God! Ohhhhhhh shit that feels so good....ohhhhhhhhhhh." he moaned as
his skinny nine-year-old body writhed on the bed.

I watched his face as waves of pleasure rippled through his body, his
little head gently rocked back and forth. I moved down further, sucking his
balls into my mouth and washing them with my tongue as my hand took over
stroking his little cock. He moaned again, cursing, using an un-approved
word without even noticing. He was cumming, so at this point, I didn't care
what he said.

Oh God! ...oh my fuckin' God!" he moaned as his little body went stiff. His
hard little cock throbbed, trying desparately to shoot semen his body could
not yet produce. I took his little cock in my mouth once again, feeling it
throb against my tongue as the boy continued to writhe on the bed.

Eventually, I moved my tongue downward once again, washing his balls,
licking between his legs. My fingertips gently rubs his thighs. Max
continued to moan and sigh. I sucked his balls into my mouth as my right
hand dipped down lower, finding his anus. This achieved the result I was
looking for as his little legs raised slightly and spread wider. My tongue
took advantage, slipping easily down onto his tight little hole, washing
and probing.

"Ahhhhhh yeah...man that's AWESOME!" Max cried as his legs continued to
raise, until finally his knees resided by his head, his little butthole
completely exposed. Incredibly, Max placed his arms in front of his legs,
he was literally folded in half! Max watched as I slipped my tongue inside
him, eating his hole.

"Mmmmmm, tasty little butthole." I moaned.

Max grinned and continued to sigh and watch me eat him.

"Shit..I wanna sleep here EVERY night!" Max sighed.

"Not every night, buddy." I said between licks. "School nights will be off
limits...but this is summer."

I grinned as I raised my head and moved above the boy. Max raised his arms,
releasing his legs.

"Man, how the fuck do you do that?" I asked.

Max grinned and shrugged his shoulders. I brought my face to his and gently
kissed his lips. Max seemed surprised at first, then began to return the
closed-mouth kiss.

I slowly and gently lowered my body to his, being careful not to put too
much weight on him. We both sighed as our naked bodies touched.

I kissed him again. He didn't hesitate this time, pressing his lips against
mine, tasting me with his mouth. My tongue probed at his lips, licking, but
Max wasn't sure what to do.

"Open your mouth, son." I breathed.

"Ok." he sighed.

Our lips met again, this time, Max's mouth opened. I slipped my tongue
inside. Max was quick to learn and began probing my tongue with his
own. His breathing quicked, I opened my eyes slightly to see that Max's
were completely closed. My left hand held me up as not to crush the boy
under my weight, my right hand roamed his naked body as we kissed, gliding
down his side, over his hip, cupping his little buttock. The boy's smooth
legs raised, wrapping around my back.

When I finally broke the kiss, I noticed Max's eyes were still closed,
wanting more.

I moved down, licking his right nipple. I looked up to gauge his
reaction. He was grinning. I swirled my tongue around his little dime-sized
nipple, feeling it harden, then sucked it into my mouth, my tongue flicking
at it as I sucked.

"Feels good." he whispered.

Max placed his hands behind his head and watched as I stimulated his
chest. I moved up to his right armpit and licked it gently.

"How's that feel?" I asked.

"Kinda tickles...but it feels good too."

I began to lick it in earnest, the boy squirmed, pushing up, giving me
better access. I buried my nose in his armpit, licking and taking in his
boy odors. He was not yet old enough to smell bad, just sweet boy-smells
filled my nostrils. It was fantastic.

"Can I...uhh...play with you some more?" he asked finally.

I rolled off him onto my back, placing my hands behind my head. Max rolled
onto his side, facing me and took my cock in his hand. He bagan stroking it
slowly up and down.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I sighed. "Feels so good, son."

He began to pick up speed. His warm hand on my cock felt so good, I knew it
would be a matter of a minute or less before I came.

"God, Max...you're gonna make me squirt if you keep that up." I moaned.

"Good." he said, and picked up speed again, gripping my cock harder.

"Ahhhhhhhhh God, Max...don't stop...keep going, even if you get it on your
hand." I moaned. "Ahhhhhhhh yes..that's it, son...harder...oh yeah...I'm
cumming, Max! Here it comes! Ahhhhh!"

My cock began to spit my thick load onto my chest and belly.

"Wow!" Max whispered as I came.

I saw my thick cum running down his hand, yet he continued until I was
finished...even then I had to place my hand on his, stopping him.

He brought his hand to his face, examining it closely...then to his nose
for a quick smell.

"I've heard of people swallowing this stuff when they suck dick." He
said. "Sounds gross."

"Many people enjoy the taste...I don't think it's bad." I said.

I placed my fingers in a puddle on my chest and brought them to my mouth.

"Whoa! Gross, dad!"

"It's really not bad."

Max stuck out his tongue and gingerly licked his hand.

"It's not bad...a little salty." he took another taste. Before he knew it,
he had the mess cleaned off of his hand.

"Could you...one more time...do my butt again?"

"Come on up here....spread your legs over my face."

Max moved into position and lowered his butt to my face. I took his butt
cheeks in my hands and slipped my tongue inside him.

"Ohhhh God...that's so fuckin' awesome." He moaned as I tongued him.

I reached around in front and took his little dick in my fingers and began
jacking him off. In less that a minute, he was squirming on my face, then
his body stiffened and his dick was a steel spike in my hand.

"Uuuuhhhh! .....Ahhhhhhh Yeahhhh." he grunted as he came.

My tongue was buried up his ass, I could feel his hole tighten around it as
it spasmed. Finally, the boy went limp. I released his still rock-hard cock
and Max climbed off my face. He lay on the bed beside me, his eyes closed,
panting. His little cock still hard, standing up and throbbing.

"God, that was so fuckin' awesome." he moaned, then his eyes flew open as
he realized he had said the "F" word. "Gosh, I'm awful sorry dad..."

"I'll give you that one, kid. I gotta clean up, you wanna shower with me?"

"You go ahead dad...I think I will go to sleep."

"I love you, Max." I said, kissing his forehead and running my hand through
his hair.

"Love you too, dad."

I got up to leave the room. By the time I made it to the door, I heard him
breathing deeply, already drifting off.

When I came back after the shower, Max was asleep on top of the covers, his
arms crossed over his chest and his legs spread. His flacid little penis
lay on top of his balls. I felt my cock stir, but fought it back.

Grabbing him under the knees, I raised him enough to free the covers, then
climbed in beside him, pulling the covers over us.

I reached across the boy to turn off the lamp and he stirred. Realizing
that I was in bed with him again, he came to me and wrapped me in the
wonderful warmth of his naked body as he snuggled against me. I placed my
hand in his soft crop of brown hair, same color as mine, and gently
stroked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." he sighed in his sleep.

As I drifted, I wondered how long this could possibly last and how far it
could go.


                        *******

It was after 10:00 AM the next morning when we finally woke.

Max was facing away from me and I noticed his cute little ass as I lifted
the covers.

He stirred and rolled over, grinning at me sleepily as I slipped into my
underwear.

I winked. "Hiya sexy."

Max giggled and rolled out of bed. He was stiff, his little dick standing
straight up.

"Hmmmm." I said, "That gives me ideas."

I raised my eyebrows several times. The boy giggled again as he reached for
his underwear. He slipped them on and headed for the bathroom. After that,
I knew he would hit the kitchen before getting dressed.

I dressed in my sweats, planning on taking a run after breakfast.

"What's for breakfast, champ?"

"Waffles!"

"We had those yesterday." I said.

"You've got batter left from yesterday, all ya gotta do it heat up the
iron."

"All ya gotta do is heat up the iron." I said in my best mocking imitation.

Max giggled again.

"Ok...I guess it would be ok. Set the table, studly."

Max had almost finished his plate when I finally sat down to eat. He
grinned at me, I returned it.

I began to eat, not really wanting anything as heavy as waffles before
going for a run, so I decided to eat slow.

Max was finishing his last bite while I had almost a full plate, and only
luke-warm at that. Max watched me as I picked at the food. I glanced up,
noticing that he had one hand under the table....I could see his little arm
moving. I grinned.

He flushed red, but didn't stop what he was doing. He grinned in return,
dropping his head and looking up.

"Not hungry, dad."

"Oh I'm hungry...just not for this." I licked my lips.

The boy grinned wide. I looked at him seriously, speaking low.

"I wish I had your hot fucking little ass on this plate..I'd cover it in
syrup and butter....lick it all off."

Max's hand went into overdrive as I spoke, working his hard cock through
his unders. Then I saw him raise up off the chair. I heard the snap of
elastic as he slipped his underwear off. A few seconds later, they flew
from under the table, landing by the counter.

I stared at his underwear, then turned to him.

"I'm fucking starving, boy." I grunted.

Then Max did something I never would have expected.

He stood slowly, his 3 inches rock-hard and throbbing. He came forward a
bit, then stopped. He then slid my plate further toward the center of the
table, then raised his leg, planting his knee on the table and lifting
himself up. On all fours, he moved to where I sat, then slowly lowered
himself down, placing his cock and balls directly in the middle of my
soggy, luke-warm waffles. I was stunned as the boy grabbed the syrup and
stretched his arm back, offering it to me.

I took it from him, my hand shaking as I did so.

I popped the top. The boy grinned.

I tipped the bottle. Thick maple syrup hit Max's right butt cheek and ran
down toward his thigh.

I was mesmerized, watching it run down his creamy white thigh. Max was
shaking too....his hips moved up and down slowly, his stiff meat imbedded
in the warm soggy waffles. I noticed his balls were covered in liquid
butter.

I moved the stream until it flowed down the crack of his ass. Max spread
his legs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Max moaned as the syrup ran across his exposed butt
hole.

I sat the syrup down and grabbed the squeeze-bottle of liquid butter. I hit
dead center right away as butter flowed down his crack, covering his
asshole, flowing over his little balls.

Max moaned again. Squishey noises came from my plate as the boy worked his
hard little cock in and out of the soggy mess. I watched as his little
butt-cheeks flexed. I sat the butter down on the table and ripped my shirt
over my head, then quickly slipped out of my sweats.

"Ahhhhh God, dad...ahhh yeah." Max cried as I moved in and buried my face
between his legs.

My face was instantly a sticky mess as I buried my tongue up his ass,
licking the boy deep. He cried out and raised his ass off the plate. I
sucked his buttery balls into my mouth and he cried out again as I licked
them clean in an instant. My hands found the sticky globes of his ass and
began to squeeze, smearing the syrup/butter mix all over his ass and moving
up his back.

I Raised my head. "Roll over." I grunted.

Max rolled over, sitting directly on my plate.

My God, Max...you're delicious!" I said.

I picked up the butter once again and up-ended it on the boy's chest,
covering him in it...watching as it ran downward toward his hard
boymeat. Then I turned it on his face. Max didn't flinch as butter poured
down his cheeks and over his lips. His mouth opened, taking in a good
amount of butter, then he let it spill out over his lips, where it
continued down, dripping from his chin.

I took his sweet young face in my hands and kissed him, pulling him close
to me, my hands wandering his sticky-slick body as the kiss intensified,
our mouths working, our tongues tangling again and again for the next five
minutes.

Finally, I picked him up off the plate. Ruined waffles stuck to his ass as
I pulled him to the floor.

After laying the boy on his back, I reached up and grabbed the syrup,
unscrewing the top and removing it completely. I upended the bottle over
the boy, then threw it to the side.

I rose above my son and gently lowered myself down on top of him. Max
raised his head and placed his open mouth over mine, aggresively sucking my
tongue into his mouth as I began to hump him, my hard cock sliding between
his closed legs, his cock poking my belly.

I humped the boy for five minutes, twice during this, my son orgasmed, his
lithe frame going stiff as pleasure rocked his young body.

Then, in another agressive move, Max pushed at my chest, wanting me to get
off. I rolled off and he was between my legs in an instant, sucking my hard
cock into his warm sweet mouth as far as he could get it without gagging.

He began to suck me, working his mouth up and down like a pro.

"Ohhhhhhh, shit Max...ohhh my fucking God, son....oh yeahhhh." I cried as
my orgasm approached quickly. "My God, Max....I'm gonna do it...gonna cum!"

"Mmmmmmmm." he moaned.

The boy worked harder, pressing his lips down hard on my swollen cock and
picking up speed.

"Ahhhyeah...my boy...my son...suck me boy...daddy's cumming..here it comes!
UUGGHHHHHH! UUUHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh."

I felt my load rocket through my shaft, taking the boy by surprise and
filling his mouth completely, causing him to gag. My cock kept spouting
ropes as Max attempted to swallow, covering his face, his hair.

Finally, I was empty and I lay on the floor panting after the best blow-job
of my life. At the hands of a nine-year old boy at that.

I finally caught my breath and glanced down at my son. Cum was running down
his face, which was still red from him gagging. He was covered from head to
toe in butter and syrup...his hair was literally plastered to his head with
it.

I began to laugh.

Max looked down at himself and joined me. We laughed so hard that our guts
ached and tears flowed from our eyes. We glanced around at the kitchen, the
table, the floor, and laughed harder. Just when we thought we couldn't
laugh any more, Max rose.

There was a mangled waffle stuck to his ass. I cracked up again.

"What?" he said.

I pointed it out and he joined me on the floor.

To this day, I can be wiping down the kitchen table, place my fingers over
the edge and run across a sticky spot. It always makes me smile.


                        *******

The rest of the morning was spent cleaning the kitchen. Afterwards, we
showered together, then hung out in the living room in our underwear for
most of the afternoon, watching movies and making love.

Max is 12 now, and it was on his 12th birthday that I penetrated his sweet
young asshole for the first time. Up until then, I had used my fingers and
a couple of toys I purchased...I didn't want to hurt him..I would sooner
die. I fuck him 2 or 3 times a week now, still only doing this when the boy
asks me to.

Also, to my delight, Max is also filling my mouth with thin, watery semen,
of which the boy is very proud. When I suck the boy off, which is as often
as I can, He will grunt "Here it comes, dad..here comes your snack!" I roll
it around in my mouth, savoring every drop before swallowing it.

He's also interested in a boy from school. Although he hasn't approached
the kid yet, he's told me he's pretty sure the kid is gay...he swears the
kid has been checking him out. I worry about this...I hate to see Max get
hurt and I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous....ok, I'm a LOT jealous, but I
won't deny my son what he wants...I love him to much.

I ask him how he knows the kid is gay when he doesn't even know if he
himself is gay. He tells me he just knows, and that he does indeed know
that he is gay, even if he's only 12. He tells me that girls are cool, but
they don't turn him on....not the way the boys do.

I can't help but wonder how I would fill the sexual void in my life if Max
and I no longer had sex. There's no way I would ever hook up with another
boy, especially in this piss-ant little town. The risk would be to great to
approach a kid, let alone have sex. I am a highly trusted member of the
community, but using that would fill me with guilt the likes of which I
would not survive.

So, in the meantime, I simply take each day, one at a time, loving my son,
waiting to see what happens next.

****************************************

Steve (3)

"Casey Bennett? Roy Bennett's brother?" I asked, confused.

I knew his brother Roy, a hot young blond, like his little brother here. I
also knew that they lived way out..beyond the boundries of the school
district. If Roy were a top-notch player, the Dumont school district might
have made a fuss about a student in their district playing for
Roseville. Roy was ok as an athlete...but he probably wouldn't be playing
in the NFL someday.

"Yes sir, officer." the boy said, not looking at me.

"What are you doing so far away from home this late?"

"Well...I ....I was with some friends....uhh..we were at the game...and
uhh...I'm supposed to be staying with Steve Randall, but ...we...we got
separated. I was headed there now...to..to see if he went home....sir."

"The game was over at 10. It's now past 2. What time did you get
separated?" I asked, knowing this kid was keeping something from me.

"I'm not sure...uhh..probably around 11:30 or 12." he said nervously, still
not making eye contact with me.

"Casey....have you been drinking or something? I'm sure there's something
you aren't telling me...look at me, son."

The boy looked up. His eyes weren't bloodshot or glassy, so I assumed it
wasn't drinking or drugs.

"Gosh, no officer!" he exclaimed, the worry that he might be in trouble
evident in his voice.

He nervously glanced behind him.

"Are there other kids behind the school, Casey?" I asked.

The kid went pale....I mean PALE. It looked as though someone had painted
his face white. I knew something was up.

"Na...No, sir...my friends...they went home...we WERE back there, talkin'
an shit, but not anymore...sir."

"I'm afraid you'd better get in the car, son." I said. "I'm gonna drive
around back and check it out...then I'll take you to your buddie's place."

The boy looked as though he might cry as he walked around to the passenger
side of my cruiser and opened the door. He sat and closed the door, still
looking pale as hell.

****************************************

Casey (2)

'Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God!' My mind rattled on and
on.

I thought of the Parker brothers, naked, kissing when I left them...how
long ago...5 minutes? 10?

'HA! the PARKER BROTHERS!' My mind rattled off, 'Yup...we were playing
games alright!'

Maniacal laughter threatened as I sat in the police cruiser. I bit my lip
and fought it back. Tears threatened, not from fear...well, PARTLY from
fear, but mostly because that was so FUCKING FUNNY!! Have you ever had the
giggles in class, or somewhere where the giggles were unappropriate? My
mind continued on:

'Play the new board game BUTT BUDDIES! ...From PARKER BROTHERS!'

I bit my lip harder...any harder and I would draw blood...sweet pain filled
my lip, thwarting the giggles for the moment.

Then I thought of my brother and coach....oh CHRIST, COACH!! ...he could go
to JAIL!! I felt myself go pale again...the giggles were gone.

We pulled up behind the school...I could see the shop buildings, sitting
about 50 yards away. Then the officer did something I didn't expect...he
turned his spotlight on the back of the building, and on the bushes between
the two buildings.

'Yes!' I thought. 'They should see that! ...if their not involved,
anyway...they said they were going home, but yet they were kissing when I
left them...grab your clothes and run, guys! Man, this dude is a fucking
idiot!!'

"You wait here, Casey. I'll be right back." the officer said. I didn't know
his whole name. I knew it said "Steve" on his uniform...same name as the
friend that was putting me up tonight, if I ever got there.

"Ya..yes sir." I stammered.

Damn! Why couldn't I talk in full, coherent sentences! No wonder the
fucking pig thought something was wrong!

I watched, my hands clasped together in prayer as officer Steve walked
through the gap in the bushes, the same one that I had walked through
earlier, pulling my shirt over my head. I was sure the boys had run at the
sight of the spotlight, if they weren't gone already...everything would be
cool...Man, what a hassle, and all because I just HAD to have him! Was it
worth this?

I sat and thought.

Yeah...maybe it was. I thought about my cock, plowing my new friends ass,
the feel of his tight sphincter on my stiff cock. Considering my situation,
it wasn't my best timing, but I couldn't help myself. I began to get
hard. I reached down to rub myself...going over it again in my
mind. Thinking of Scott, stroking his curved meat up and down while he
watched me fuck his brother. I got lost in my thoughts, It was past 2 AM
and I was tired. I lay my head back against the headrest, while in my mind,
I was fucking Jamie. Scott cheered me on.

****************************************

Scott (1)

I couldn't believe how things had worked out tonight.

I had followed Jamie cause I wondered what he was up to. Not because I
wanted to catch him at something and turn him in...Jamie and I weren't like
that. We watched out for each other...as far as I could remember, we always
have.

Now, he was in my arms, my hands wandered over his nakedness, the warmth of
his body enveloping me as we played tonsil-hockey, our mouths moving
passionately as we kissed on and on.

Casey had left us about 10 minutes ago. What a hot little stud he is! I
can't wait to see him again, maybe get my cock up his tight little ass.

In the meantime, I was at full bone once again, as was my little bro. I had
planned to fuck him one more time before we left. I broke the kiss and
began kissing Jamie's sweet neck.

"I want you again....I wanna fuck you again, Jamie." I whispered in his
ear.

"Yeahhhhh...oh yeahhhh." he whispered in return. I rose to position myself.

Just then, a bright light...a SPOTLIGHT, flashed onto the bushes between
the two buildings.

"Holy fuckin' CHRIST!" I whispered, "Grab your fuckin' clothes...let's get
the fuck outta here!"

We scrambled, grabbing clothes helter skelter before running out the other
side. Naked, we ran along the edge of the school until finally, we ducked
around the east end of the campus, breathing hard.

"Put your clothes on. I still see his light...he's not coming yet." I said.

"Do you think someone saw us?" Jamie said. I could hear the panic in his
voice.

"It's ok, dude. He probably checks out the school every night...that's what
they do, ya know...besides eat donuts and drink coffee." I snickered.

My little bro relaxed then and snickered with me. Then, I heard him panic
again as I slid my undies up over my rump.

"Oh Christ!" He half whispered, "Jumped-up Jesus Christ! ...my Unds!"

"Huh?" I whispered.

"My fucking underwear! I don't have 'em!" He whispered, practically in
tears now.

"You musta left 'em. Don't sweat it...just put your pants on. He's just
spot-lighting, he's not gonna find 'em, besides, we was running pretty
fast, I'm sure you lost 'em somewhere between here and there." I whispered.

Jamie pulled his pants on. I watched as they slipped up over his cute
little ass. Even in our present situation, just for a second I thought of
his cock and balls hanging naked in his jeans and felt my cock stir.

We were just pulling our shirts on when we seen the cruiser start to
move. We ran once again to the front of the school.

"Damn, Scott...he's just gonna turn again and spotlight the front! He's
gonna chase us around the fuckin' school!"

"Cool-it, dude..." I said, looking around.

The kid had a point. Then I spotted it, the office air-conditioning
unit. Small, but it was dark. Headlights splashed around the corner.

"The air conditioner, Jamie. RUN!" I shouted.

We could hear the cruiser's engine now as we dove for cover. The car came
into view around the east campus road. Our cover seemed incredibly
small....like trying to hide behind a lamp post in broad daylight. I was
crouched behind the unit, Jamie behind me, close enough that I could feel
him shaking.

"Easy, dude...we're gonna be ok." I assured him.

The cruiser turned west on the main campus road...for a second it was like
we were right in his headlights. Then he cruised past, making a right-hand
turn, not turning left to make another run.

We were safe for the moment.

"Still want that fuck?" I said, grinning.

"Yeah...at home in your bed." he said, grinning wide, the relief evident on
his face.

"You got it, dude...let's go find your underwear."

"Ok."

But we didn't.

We searched high and low, retraced every step. Jamie was worried.

"Hey, it's not like your name was sewed in 'em." I said after we arrived at
home and were snuggled together, naked in my bed.  "I still think they are
there somewhere, snagged on a bush or something...it was so fuckin dark."

"You're probably right."

"I know I am, besides," I said as I rose above him. "I like you better
without 'em."

Jamie gigled.

I felt my hardness slide inside him as his smooth legs wrapped around my
ass.

****************************************

Steve (4)

I stepped through the bushes. It was plenty dark as I walked between the
two buildings.

I shone my flashlight around, nobody here.

I was just getting ready to turn and leave when my light hit something
bright. I walked towards it, knowing what it was before I reached it.

Max has a couple pair. The familiar blue stripe. The "FTL" every few
inches.

I picked them up.

Not mens. Boys. Size 16. About the size a 13-14 year old would wear. At 12,
Max wears a size 14.

I shined my light inside. No skid marks in back, no yellow stains in
front..they were put on fresh.

I put them to my face. Instantly the musky smell of a boy hit my
nostrils. these were worn recently...very recently. I held them to my face
and breathed deeply. My cock began to harden.

I shined my light on the ground. I got down on my knees.

Looking closer, I could see the grass was trampled down here, as if 2 or 3
people had lay here. I shined my light slowly across the area, bringing my
face inches from the ground.

I spotted it then, small droplets of a milky-white substance. I was pretty
sure I knew what it was. I touched my finger to it and brought it to my
nose and inhaled.

The familiar bleachy smell.

Cum.

"What are you up to, Casey?" I whispered to myself.

I remembered the boy in my cruiser and put the briefs in my back pocket. I
walked out of the bushes and back to the car.

I was about to open the door when I noticed it.

By the dashboard and radio lights, I could see that young Casey was playing
with himself, his hand kneading and squeezing, rubbing up and down. It
looked like the boy was carrying a 5" magic marker in the front of his
sweats. I wondered if the underwear belonged to him, but it looked as
though the bulge was encased in something besides his sweats. I watched
him, my cock screaming to be released as the boy worked his hand up and
down, up and down.

I bent slowly and checked out his face. It was a mask of pure bliss. His
eyes were closed and his lips were gently parted. His forehead was
wrinkled, a slight expression of pained-pleasure touched his features. He
was beautiful. I reached down, gently rubbing my stiff prick as I watched
him. He didn't seem concerned about his present situation...I wondered
why. It looked as though he could bring himself to cumming if I let him go
at it long enough.

When I finally opened the door, the boy jumped. I noticed his cock begin to
deflate immediately. Mine was another story. I remained noticably,
obviously hard as nails. When I sat, it only made the situation
worse. Casey noticed right away. Staring, unable to look away until I
spoke. I decided not to shut the door right away.

"There's nobody back there." I said.

"Huh?" the boy glaced at me, then his eyes returned to the bulge in my
pants. "Yeah...I told you, they all left."

"But you were back there...talking and stuff, right?"

I reached down and gave myself a couple casual squeezes. Incredibly, I
watched the boy's sweats begin to tent once again. Casey tried to casually
lay his hand over it, but one hand wouldn't cover the whole thing. My sense
of reason totally left me, I was so horny...and there was a blond god with
a hardon sitting in my police cruiser.

I finally shut the door and put the car into gear. The car plunged into
semi-darkness as we started to move. I noticed the boy's hand began to move
slowly once again. I placed my hand in my lap.

"Ye...yeah." he answered.

"Just talking? Not ah, DOING anything."

"We was just ta...talking." Casey said. His hand still moved in his lap.

I couldn't help myself...I began to rub my cock.

****************************************

Casey (5)

I was shaken back to reality when officer Steve opened the door...I musta
jumped a foot!

How long had he been outside the door?

Then, when he sat down, I noticed right away that he had a woody.

'Christ! My mind spoke up, as it always does, 'Look at the size of that
fucker! Why's he hard?'

He told me that there was nobody back there...I was releaved. They must
have gotten dressed and left when I did...or they ran.

Then he asked if that's where I had been...then he did something I couldn't
believe.

He touched himself.

Jesus H Christ! ...did he just play with it?

I couldn't believe it. Just then, I pictured us. Naked. With this cop
sliding his fat prick up my ass. That was all it took, I began to rise to
the occasion once again. I made a feeble attempt at covering it, but wasn't
very successful.

Mercifully, he shut the door and we began to pull away.

He continued to question me, insinuating that we were doing more than just
talking...he'd hit it right on the head there! Then, as we turned away from
the school, he dropped his hand in his lap and began playing with himself.

My hand was in my lap also, working away...I couldn't have stopped it if I
tried.

We drove over Main Street, into the North side of town.

"Where're we going?" I asked shakily.

"I don't think you're friend will be around at almost 3 in the morning...I
figure I had better take you home."

"You know where I live?" I asked, noticing that the dude was still working
on his dick. This turned me on even more.

"Sure..I know pretty much all the guys on the team, you're Roy's little
brother."

He drove, not speaking for a while. Then turned onto the first gravel road
outside of town, our route.

About a mile down the road, he began to slow.

"Casey, it occurs to me that I didn't check you out..you could be doing
drugs, anything....I should really search you, son." he said.

I tried to protest.

"I told you, officer...I wasn't drinking...just hangin' out."

"Hmm! ...hangin' out..yeah." he said, almost to quietly for me to hear.

He stopped the car.

"Please get out of the car, son." he said.

What could I do? I did as he instructed.

We were on one of the loneliest stretches of the route, about a mile
between the nearest houses.

"We'll get this taken care of, then I'll have you home before you know it."
he said.

I stood beside the car, still hard, thinking about why Steve was hard.

"Up against the car, son....feet back, spread 'em."

I assumed the position.

Suddenly I was horny as hell...being in this vulnerable position. My cock
stood up straight in my undies, throbbing. Officer Steve walked up behind
me.

He started at my shoulders, gently patting, as if looking for something
hidden inside my shirt, then moved his hands down my sides...not really
patting anymore, more like feeling. His hands moved up, under my arms, his
fingers gently rubbing my pits. My eyes closed...he remained there far to
long, but I didn't care....My breath shuddered in and out, I wondered if he
could hear it, once again, I didn't care.

His strong hands moved onto my chest, gently brushing across my nipples. I
was breathing hard now, completely lost in his touch...I knew he was
touching me, fondling me. He wasn't looking for anything..except to bring
me pleasure.  Suddenly, his hands were under my shirt, his fingertips
brushed my nipples...electric pleasure shot through my chest. I sighed
audibly.

"Nothing here." he sighed, breathing hard. His hands kept moving, still
under my shirt, on my back now. Rubbing.

"Boys often hide drugs in their underwear." his rough voice in my ear, "Do
you think that'd be a good place to search?"

"Yeah." I breathed. I was lost...completely his.

His hands moved from under my shirt, onto my buttocks, squeezing
gently. Then my sweats were being pulled down. I shook with excitement.  I
put my legs together, my sweats fell to the road, I stepped out of them.

"Shirt's in the way." his rough voice whispered.

I raised my arms as he releaved me of my shirt. He tossed it carelessly, it
landed on the hood of his cruiser.

"Let's see what we've got here." he whispered.

He dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my hips, grasping the elastic
waistband of my underwear. He pulled them to my knees. They dropped to the
road. I could feel his hot breath on my ass. I stepped out of my BVD's. He
picked them up, they dissapeared into his back pocket..I could have cared
less.

"These're mine now." He said.

"Yeah...ok." I breathed.

His face touched my ass ..he breathed deeply, then stood.

"Up against the car....feet back, spread 'em." he instructed.

I did as I was told...after all, he's a policeman, I thought, you always
did what they told you.

A light breeze was blowing..through my legs, caressing my balls. Officer
Steve dropped to his knees once again. This time, I felt his face on my
throbbing hard cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh." I sighed.

He stood once again, moving behind me.

"You smell like raw sex, boy." he said into my ear.

I said nothing.

His hands moved around front, grasping my chest, pinching my nipples. I
cried out in pleasure.

"Who you been into? ...who was he, Casey?" his fingers pinched and twisted.

I heard myself whimpering, my cock aching to be touched.

"Ahhhhhhhh." I sighed. "I don't know....what you mean....Ohhhh
Jesus...please touch me."

His lips were on my neck, caressing, kissing. Then his arms moved, one
wrapped around my neck, the other moved down, rubbing my abdomen in a
circular motion. He could have snapped my neck like a twig before I knew
what hit me, but as long as he kept touching me, I didn't care.

Then the hand touching my abdomen moved away. I heard him release something
from his belt...his gun? Something cold and long touched the crack of my
ass, sliding between my legs. His night-stick. I parted my legs further,
the stick brushed my hole. I moaned. It moved down across my thigh, then up
again, brushing across my buttocks, my asshole..then down the other
side. He kept repeating this over and over, driving me insane.

"I think you know exactly what I mean, Casey...who did you fuck in between
the shop buildings....I found underwear...and cum....you had someone back
there....who?"

Suddenly..I didn't care about that anymore either. I spilled.

"Jamie Parker." I moaned.

"From the football team?" Steve said, his voice raised in
excitement. "Really?"

"Yeah...me and his brother, Scott."

The stick rubbed harder, I attempted to spread wider.

"Ahhh God...that feels so fuckin' good...ahhh god, officer...please...touch
my dick." I moaned.

"You and his BROTHER?"

"Yeahhhh"

"Fucked 'em?"

"God yeah." I sighed, remembering our session in between the shop
buildings.

The night stick clattered to the road, his wet finger began probing my
ass...I went insane.

"Ahhhh God, officer...stick it in me." I cried.

His mouth was on my neck again, sucking, licking.

"You guys took turns on 'em?" He whispered between licks. "My fucking God,
that's so Goddamn hot, kid!"

" Yeahhh...it was awesome...so fucking tight." I began spilling my guts,
telling him everything while his finger probed my asshole. "I watched
Scotty put it in...watched it slide right the fuck in him, He fucked for a
while, then I took a turn.

The officer was kissing my neck again, his left hand stroked my chest while
he finger-fucked me with his right.

"What next." Steve breathed excitedly.

"Then I let Scotty back in...he fucked 'em for a couple of minutes...then
he shot it inside him...his own fucking brother!" I cried, remembering the
look on Scott's face as he blew his load into his brother. "Then I got back
in there...it felt so good, sliding in on Scott's cream...I came in no
time...then Scotty sucked 'em off, then I left."

"Ohhh, my fuckin GOD, boy...you gonna do 'em again?" Steve asked, trembling
as he touched my naked body.

"Yeah....fuck yeah."

He disappeared from my side, his hands gliding down my body as he
went. Then I felt his tongue slip between my cheeks and penetrate me.

I began to moan.

****************************************

Steve (5)

I couldn't fucking believe it.

I had a naked 13 year-old up against my cruiser. The boy moaned as I ate
his tasty little asshole, continally begging me to fuck him.

The shit he told me was unreal. I had admired Jamie Parker's hot little ass
in the huddle all year. Now I find out that he likes a big dick up that hot
little ass....too much!!

I rose, turning the kid around. I pulled him into my arms, bringing my face
to his. He didn't wait for an invitation, he met my advance, mouth open,
forcing his tongue into my mouth as my hand squeezed his tight young buns
hard. The boy's hands excitedly worked at my belt, trying to free me of my
pants while we necked.

I pulled my mouth away.

"You want my pants off, huh kid?"

"Yeahh." he panted.

"Gun belt's a little complicated...let me help." I said.

Seconds later, my sidearm was laying on the hood of my car while Casey
pulled down my pants and underwear. Before I knew what was happening, his
warm young mouth was on my dick, sliding down as far as he could go.

"Ahhhhhhhh yeah, kid." I moaned as he began to work on me.

I put my fingers in his incredibly soft blond hair, petting him gently as
his hot mouth bobbed on my rod.

He stopped sucking long enough to blurt out "Take off your shirt."

I complied.

I'd let him have the upper hand for a moment, I thought.....then I'd fuck
him silly.

As I let my shirt fall to the road, the boy rose, attacking my left
nipple. The kid was talented...his tongue swirled, his teeth gently nipped.

"Ahhhh damn, you're good, boy...who taught you this shit."

Casey looked up at me and grinned.

"Long story." he said.

"You and Parker doing the whole team?" I asked.

"Nah...there's a few of us, not on the team, though."

I knew right then that Casey would sleep in my bed with Max and myself this
evening. I wanted to hear more. But first...  I bent my head, kissing his
neck...whispering in his ear.

"Gonna fuck ya."

"Yeahhhhhh."

"Gonna fuck you so hard, kid."

"Ohhh God, yeah."

"Up against the car, son."

"Yes sir."

"Spread those sweet legs....yeah, get that little ass in the air."

I spit on my hand twice, then wet my cock. I placed it at his hole and
pushed. I slipped upward, missing. The boy removed one arm from the car and
raised up a bit, then grabbed onto my cock, guiding me. I pushed again,
hitting my mark, slipping slowly into his tight warm flesh.

"Ahhhhhhgodyeeeaaaaaahhhhh." he moaned as my hips came in contact with his
soft butt.

He placed his hand back on the car as I took to the delightful task of
fucking him.

****************************************

Casey (5)

I couldn't believe it. I was getting fucked by one of the town's most
upstanding citizens.

I was moaning uncontrollably as Officer Akkermann's fat cock whipped in and
out of my butt hole.

I looked down and saw that I was still rock-hard. My cock was bobbing up
and down as the policeman's thrusts rocked my body. I could feel the
familiar tingle begining. I was going to blow my load, even though I hadn't
touched myself since getting naked.

His hands moved up and down my body, feeling me up as he fucked me. My skin
tingled in their wake as they moved across my back, my chest, my ass.

He leaned forward as he fucked, his mouth now at my ear.

"Such a sweet little ass...Christ kid you're so fucking
tight...ahhhhhhhhh....." He whispered. "...Ahhhhhh God kid...not gonna last
long I'm afraid..."

"Me either, man." I sighed, feeling every inch of his fat cock slide in and
out of my stretched-out hole, massaging and prodding my prostate, bringing
me closer with every thrust.

Suddenly he began to whimper, he picked up speed, slamming his dick into
me...each thrust rocked me on my feet. Suddenly, I was there. I looked down
at my cock as it began to throb and spit juice.

"Ahhh Christ man, I'm cummin'!...Jesus Christ! .... I'm cummin'!!
...Uhhhhh..uhhhh..UHHHH..UHHHHHH! AhhhhhGod!" I cried.

Cum flew from my cock in four powerful squirts, hitting the car door and
running down it. My cock bobbed up and down with each thrust as my load
shot from my cock. It was so fucking cool. I had cum while being fucked
before, but never by someone with a cock this big...I was fully aware of
his cock buried deep inside me as I came. I felt weak all over, my legs had
turned to rubber as I reached for my cock. I managed to catch the last few
dribbles.

I offered my hand to the officer. He began to lick it clean as he unloaded
up my ass. I could feel the warmth burst deep inside my colon as his hot
load filled me.

He pulled out. I could feel his load run down my inner thigh as he spun me
around with his arms and covered my mouth with his. I groaned, tasting my
own cum on his tongue as I sucked at it hungrily. His strong hands squeezed
my ass as we kissed.

"Let's get dressed." he said as he broke the kiss. "Let's go to my
place...there's someone I want you to meet."

He grinned.

"Who?" I asked.

I wasn't sure what to think, but I did know I was excited...maybe he had a
friend on the force, or was doing it with another boy.

"You'll see...the night isn't over yet, kid."

I grinned as I looked for my underwear...then I realized that I would go
home tomorrow without any underwear, officer Steve would take them home,
kinda like a trophy. I thought of him at home, with my underwear on his
face as he jacked off...I grinned wider.

I got dressed.

As steve dressed, he pulled out a pair of white underwear...I knew they
weren't my own.

"Whose're these?" he asked.

I knew they weren't Scott's.

"Jamie's...you gonna keep 'em?" I asked, grinning.

"Nope...gotta earn 'em. When can I meet him?"

"I'll see him at school...we could set something up."

"You trust 'em? ....he wouldn't say anything?"

"Nah....he loves this shit, besides, there's a lot more going on than you
know. I will fill you in sometime."

"You're not fuckin' around with adults, are you?"

I looked him in the eye and grinned. "Why, yes, I am."

"Cute...I mean seriously, you never know what could happen, Casey...you
never know who to trust."

"Man, you can say that again!" I laughed.

The policeman only grinned.

"I may like 'em young, but I am still a police officer...I don't take
kindly to adults forcing kids into doing things they don't want to
do....did we do anything tonight that you didn't want to do?"

"No, we didn't." I answered truthfully, "Trust me, everythings cool, ok?
Everyone we're having fun with is in it for exactly that. Fun. Ok?"

Steve grinned. "Here," he said, handing me Jamie's underwear, "Give these
to Jamie when you see him."

I slipped them into the small pocket in my sweats.

We finished dressing and got into the car.

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Steve (6)

We pulled into my driveway around 4:30 AM. I instructed Casey to keep his
head down as my garage door rumbled slowly upward.

I drove inside and stopped, hitting the button on my opener once
again. Once the door has completely closed, Casey popped his head up and
grinned.

"You're gonna have to take my hand once we get inside, I'm not gonna turn
on the lights until we get upstairs."

"Ok."

We got out of the car, the dim light from the opener lighting our way.

"Keep low...I know it's late and all, but I wouldn't want my neighbors to
see you."

"Ok." the boy said again.

I opened the door to the kitchen and walked inside. Just then, the opener
light winked out and we were plunged into blackness.

"Give me your hand."

I felt the boy's hand squeeze my ass.

"Very funny."

His hand slipped into mine. I closed the door and proceeded to lead Casey
through the dark house.

"We're gonna go upstairs now. When we get there we can turn on a
light...all the shades are pulled in my room."

I led him up the stairs and to my bedroom. Turning the dimmer switch down,
I turned on the light.

Max lay sleeping in my bed, just like he is ninety percent of the time. He
was laying on his side, sleeping. Normally, if I had gotten home when I was
off duty, he would be awake, waiting for me to do him.

I gently pulled back the covers.

Max was wearing his underwear, a pair of hot-yellow Joe Boxers that he knew
I hated, but he looked irresistable just the same.

"This is Max," I said. "My son."

"Wow." Casey whispered, "He's a cutie....why are you showing me...uhhh...do
you guys..."

"Do it?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah...we do. Been doing it for quite a while." I said using my normal
tone of voice.

"Won't you wake him talking so loud?" Casey whispered.

"Ha! You gotta be kidding. We could probably go out into the cemetary and
wake the dead easier." I said. "You ..uhhh, wanna see 'em naked?"

"Yeah! ...I mean...could I?"

I went to my sleeping son and rolled him onto his back with ease. He
remained asleep. I grabbed the elastic band of his boxers and easily pulled
them off. His little penis was flacid. I knew I could change that easily,
asleep or awake. I began to gently fondle him. Casey walked over to the
side of the bed.

"Here...play with 'em...get him hard." I said.

Casey was only to eager to comply and took my son's expanding dick in his
fingers, gently stroking it up and down until it reached maximum hardness.

"Man...he's full-on hard!" Casey said. "Man, you got a good looking kid."

"Thanks." I said. I thought for a second or two. "Why don't you suck 'em?"

"You think I should? ...I mean, I really want to..but..."

"But what? Just start sucking 'em and I will wake him up and introduce you
guys...believe me, he'll be thrilled."

I watched as Casey brought his mouth to my son's hard cock and began to
suck, timidly, gently at first, then harder...really getting into it,
savoring the taste of young dick in his mouth. I lay down beside my
sleeping son and begin to rub his smooth chest. I bring my mouth to his
ear.

"Max," I breath. "Hey little man....daddy's home."

"Mmmmmmmmm." he sighed, slowly begining to wake.

His little legs spread further as he moaned once again. My fingers pinch
his little nipples as I speak.

"Hey buddy...wanna do it?" I say as Casey's mouth works up and down. I see
the older boy's eyes are closed as he works my 12-year-old, enjoying the
feel of the hard pecker in his mouth.

"Mmmmmm." Casey sighs as his lips move down the shaft. His ripe mouth opens
and envelopes my son's balls.

"Ohhh daddy." Max sighs, his eyelids fluttering.

"Right here, son." I say.

Max's eyes open fully then, realizing I can't be whispering lovingly into
his ear and pleasuring his crotch at the same time.

"Huh?" he says, raising his head.

"Max, meet Casey...I met him down by the school this evening."

Casey raised his head long enough to grin and say "Hey, man." then went
immediately back to work.

"Hey." Max said, lowering his head and eyelids once again. "Christ, you're
good at that...damn."

Casey raised his head once again. "Nice dick, man." He dove back down on
it, sucking him fast and hard.

"Take his clothes off, dad.....ahhh Christ that feels so good." Max moaned.

I rose. Casey was laying on the bed now, between my boy's spread legs. I
reached under him at the beltline and the boy rose slightly, allowing me
access to slip his sweats off.

Max grinned as I stripped this mystery boy. "You guys did it, didn't you?"
he asked.

"Took 'em outside of town....fucked 'em." I answered.

"Cool...aaahhhhhhhhh, damn." he moaned as a wave of pleasure shuddered
through him.

"Flip over, son...show 'em that hot little boy-pussy."

Casey raised his head and Max flipped, spreading his smooth legs wide and
raising his ass. I watched as Casey lowered his head into my son's butt
crack. I brought my face next to Casey's as the older boy began to eat my
son. I watched as his hungry mouth began to move, watched his warm, wet
tongue wash Max's tight fuck-hole. Casey brought his hands up, spreading
Max wider and penetrating him with his tongue.

"Yeah....eat 'em, man." I whispered into Casey's ear. "Eat that little
fuck-hole, boy."

"Mmmmmm.....mmmmmm." Casey moaned as he rimmed my son.

I slipped my fingers into Casey's crack as he worked my boy.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." he moaned, spreading his smooth legs wide for me.

"You wanna fuck 'em, don'tcha Casey?" I whispered.

"Mmmmmmm." the boy grunted as he rimmed wildly, pressing his face into
Max's butt crack, not wanting to come up for air or conversation. Max
whimpered while this kid he didn't even know ate his asshole, his slim body
writhed on my bed.

"You eat for a while....then I'll watch you fuck my son." I said, not
believing the words spilling out of my mouth.

I rose and quickly stripped naked, the two boys on the bed didn't seem to
notice.

A while back, I had bought a few special new toys for Max. He played with
them on the nights that I worked late. I reached under the bed and grabbed
his favorite, a short/fat vibrating butt plug

I grabbed the tube of KY and began to lube the butt plug. It was narrow at
the tip, fat in the middle and tapered narrow at the base, built to slip in
and stay put until removed. It had a wired variable speed remote control
for the vibrating action. I loved slipping it inside Max and sucking him
off.

I moved down between Casey's spread legs and placed the tip of my toy at
his hole, rubbing it up and down, lubing his sphincter. Casey moaned as he
ate my son, raising his ass up as I massaged his hole. I began to push
gently. The plug began to penetrate the boy, opening his tight young hole
wider, wider still. Casey spread further, moaning, his tongue still buried
up my son's ass. Finally, the butt plug was in to the widest point. Casey's
tight hole was stretched wide for a second or two, then I pushed again and
the kid's asshole sucked the toy in to the base. Casey raised his head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." he sighed.

I cranked the remote to full vibrate.

"Ahhhh...Ahhhhh....Ahhhhh....AhhhhhGod!" Casey cried as electric pleasure
shot through his crotch.

I rolled the boy over. Max rolled over as well. Reaching down, Max grabbed
Casey's shirt and began to pull it over the older boy's head. He tossed his
new friend's shirt onto the floor, then brought himself between his
legs. He reached down and wiggled the base of the butt plug, causing Casey
to moan.

Max looked up at me and grinned, then put his mouth over Casey's stiff
young meat, sucking him to the balls.

Casey went nuts, writhing on the bed as the fat butt-plug vibrated in his
asshole and the 12-year-old sucked him up and down, licking the perfect
mushroom tip and licking up and down the stiff 13 year-old's shaft.

"My God, yeaaahhh!" Casey cried as my son put a lip-lock on his cock and
began to suck in earnest, moving his head up and down quickly.

"Yeah, suck 'em, boy." I said as I stroked my hard dick and watched as
Casey's slim, sexy young body squirmed and bucked.

I placed my hand on my son's cute little butt as he sucked his new lover,
running my fingers up and down the sweet little crack.

".....ahhh shit! ...I'm gonna cum!" Casey cried suddenly.

I had wanted him to fuck Max, but this was ok, we would have all day
Saturday for such games. I watched as my son vacuumed his cherry red
cock. Loud sucking sounds filled the room as Max went all out, sucking fast
and hard. Casey began to buck wildly and grunt as he filled Max's mouth
with his load. I lay beside the boy and gently stroked his heaving chest as
he came, watching the beautiful expressions of pleasure on his face.

"Mmmmmmmm....mmmmmmm" Max groaned as his throat worked, swallowing every
drop of the older boy's hot load.

Finally, when Casey's cock had no more to offer, Max raised his head and
grinned.

Casey lay with his eyes closed, his chest heaving. I brought myself between
his legs. I pulled gently on the butt-plug. The boy's cock gave one final
squirt as I pulled the plug past the wide point and out of his hole. I
turned off the toy and moved up by Casey's head once again.

"Havin' fun?" I asked.

"Yeah." he panted.

"Just relax..you can watch me fuck my kid."

Max didn't need to be asked twice. He loved my cock up his ass and begged
me to do it each time we had sex. He immediately assumed the position I
liked best by laying on his back and lifting his legs in the air. He
grabbed his ankles as I positioned myself above him and spat into my
hand. I rubbed the saliva onto my cock, then placed the head at my son's
asshole and pushed. Max had learned that if he pushed as well, my cock
would slip easily inside. Such was the case tonight as I felt his warm,
tight tunnel envelope my hard cock.

"Ahhhh yeah....fuck me, dad." Max moaned.

I began to plow my son. His slim legs raised up higher and wrapped around
my back as I got into my usual rhythm going.

"Ahhhh my God, son....fuck, you're so good....ahhhhhhhhh." I moaned.

Casey laid on his side with his head proped up on his hand, grinning as he
watched me fuck my boy. His other hand gently stroked his half-hard cock. I
could never last very long once I was inside Max, and when I felt myself go
past the point of no return, I noticed that Casey was once again rock-hard,
his strokes matching my thrusts.

Max, who was nearly folded in half, had managed to take his hard little
spike in his right hand, jacking it as he begged me to fuck him harder,
faster.

"Ohhh my God.....ohhh Dad...here it comes....uuuuhhhhhh! uuuuhhhhhhh!" Max
cried.

I felt my son's asshole tighten and spasm, then he began to cover his face
and chest with his clear, thin seed. His head whipped back and forth on the
bed as he cried out. His hot little fuck-hole spasmed again and again,
milking my hard prick, tipping me over the edge.

My cries of pleasure joined my son's as I rammed my cock deep, filling his
tight little ass with my cream. Finally, completely out of breath, I lay
down on my son, my cock slipped from his ass.

"Man,... that felt... so good .... dad." Max panted.

I kissed his forehead.

"It was awesome, pal." I glanced at Casey. "It looks like you might be
almost ready again....I think we should try to get a little sleep first,
don't you?"

"I guess." Casey said.

I could tell he wasn't exactly up for a nap, but when we settled in, all
three of us naked benieth the covers, he was the first one who slept.

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Epiloge to part 3



At 4:30 Am, Roseville slept.

For the most part anyway.

In the Parker house, Don and Amy Parker, having no plans for Saturday,
slept quietly in their second floor bedroom. They had no idea that 2 floors
below them in the basement bedroom they shared, their two sons had slept
very little this evening, and in fact were awake now. Scott figured since
he had fucked his little brother 3 times, he should probably return the
favor. At this very moment he was lowering himself onto Jamie's stiff meat,
moaning as he felt it slip inside him.

***

Dan Miller was also awake. He had not seen Roy or Casey this evening.

He'd tried to talk to Casey on the bus earlier, but the boy had seemed
preoccupied. He had hoped to get together with one or both of the boys, but
it hadn't happened. He'd seen Roy on the football field, but wasn't able to
speak with him.

He had gone home and masturbated to the thought of fucking them.

Now he lay awake again. His cock was awake again as well. Perhaps he would
see them today. Sighing, he took his cock in hand once again and began to
stroke.

***

Coach Marks lay in his king-size bed, also unable to sleep. Nestled in the
crook of his arm, fast asleep was Roy Bennett. The coach could not imagine
how he could keep this up.

"I worry to much." he whispered to no one.

He turned his head slightly and breathed in the scent of the 14-year-old's
freshly-washed hair.

He smiled, pulling the boy closer, feeling the warmth of his young body.

***

In the Akkermann house, Steve and Max slept.

Casey Bennett woke up less than a half-hour after falling asleep. Still
wanting more, he was gently fondling the younger boy, feeling his little
pecker stiffen as he played.

Finally, he rose above the boy and gently placed his stiff cock against
Max's. He gently raised and lowered his dimpled ass until finally he
grunted softly and spilled his seed on the kid. Max didn't even awaken to
enjoy the experience.

Eventually, Casey slept as his semen dried on the naked 12-year-old lying
next to him.

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Hi all. I know I promised Dan the bus driver in this one, but it didn't
turn out that way. He will return in the final chapter (4).

Did this one make you hard as stone? Are you creaming ropes of sticky white
cum all over yourself? Please write and tell me about it...I would LOVE to
hear from you!

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