The Shower

“How many times do I have to tell you not to leave your clothes lying about in the bathroom?” My father’s voice boomed down the stairs. Dad and I got on pretty well together since my mum left “to start a new life with my friend” as she put it. It had not been very pleasant living with the two of them constantly bickering and arguing and occasionally yelling at each other. I was very close to my dad and had always been able to talk to him about anything. We were very open with each other and never held back from saying exactly what we thought. Dad was right, of course. He wanted to have a shower and I remembered I had left my underpants hanging on one of the shower taps and my wet towel on the floor. I went upstairs. “Sorry”, I said, but Dad was already in the shower. I really admired his fit, muscular body; he had a heavy dusting of fine, light brown hair over his chest that then ran downwards in a line over his flat stomach and down to his pubic bush. I hoped and prayed that my own penis would grow to be as big as his. It swung fat and heavy between his legs as he soaped himself. My cock was a good size and compared very favourably with the other guys in my gym class. It had got a couple of girls moaning in ecstasy and begging for more a few times, one of the girls, Jennifer Daly, had got me to fuck her up the arse, and by the loud noises she made as she climaxed, her fingers playing with her clit, it must have felt really good. I really wanted to be the size of Dad though. I knew by this time that I wanted to get to know my Father’s great cock a lot more intimately. I didn’t consider myself gay, but I knew I found sexy guys a real turn-on. I’d found a dildo at a mate’s house and, rather blatantly, quickly shoved it in my bag assuming that the owner (I guess his mum or his sister) was not going to make any kind of fuss about it going missing. After a few tries and a lot of hand cream, I’d got it right up inside my arse. I loved the feeling, especially when I’d tried heating it up in a jug of hot water first. I kind of knew that more than anything I wanted to try the real thing and find out how the girls I’d fucked had felt.

“Do you want a fry-up?” I asked as I put my towel in the basket. Saturday mornings we often indulged ourselves with a cooked late breakfast. Back in the kitchen, I heated the pan and put on enough bacon and a couple of sausages. “Sorry about the mess.” I said as Dad walked in. I started cooking the eggs. “It’s not that I’m a fussy person and I’m not all that tidy, it’s just about thinking of other people; about the effect of your actions on others around you, in this case, me!” he said. He was right of course. I’d been a bit thoughtless. “Anyway, I’m going to get a new shower. This one’s a bit small and we have the space, so I’m going to update it.” “Sounds expensive,” I offered. “No, I think I can get it done quite reasonably. I met a plumber recently who has some spare stuff and has given me a really good price. He’s a really nice guy; you’ll meet him soon I’m sure”. I thought about what he’d said. “He might change his mind when he sees how close the shower is to the bathroom door.” “Oh he took a look when he was here last week. He spent quite a while here”, he grinned. I studied his face; the grin stayed even as he ate his food. “He wants to move the shower over so it’s a bit closer to the sink. There’s plenty of room if you think about it”

The following weekend, he told me that Dave, his new plumber friend was going to fit the new shower on the Monday. “I asked your mate Paul’s mum if you could stay at theirs Monday. Dave should be finished by Tuesday”. I always had fun staying at Paul’s place so it wasn’t a hardship, and the idea of a new shower sounded good.

Paul had only moved to the area a couple of months ago, but we hit it off immediately and spent a lot of time together. Paul’s mum had just remarried so he had a new dad whom I felt he tolerated at best. It can’t have been easy for him; I knew he’d been fond of his real father and only saw him occasionally since the divorce.

I went over to Paul’s on Sunday evening after persuading my dad that it would be easier to go to college together from there on Monday morning. I knew it would be OK with his mother as she liked me and thought I was a “good influence” on her son. We ate supper and Paul and I talked non-stop as usual about our college friends and agreed that we were regularly set too much work to do between lectures. Paul’s new dad said very little and I got the feeling he wasn’t in the least interested in anything us young guys had to say. In his bedroom, lying in the dark, Paul got a bit down when he told me how much he missed his Father. “What I miss the most is kind of the way he’d hug me goodnight and give me a squeeze whenever I’d done something he was proud of me for. I guess he is just a very tactile person and I miss that so much. Strange eh”. “Not really”, I said, “I’m really close to my Dad and can’t imagine his not being around. I’m sorry, Paul”. “I’ll be fine”. Paul decided to lighten the mood and of course, he would be OK.

The next evening, we had dinner with Paul’s folk again and as before, his new Father said little, only looking up from his plate to announce that his younger brother, Dave was coming over the following day. It sounded unlikely to be a barrel of laughs having to endure another humourless, introverted member of that family, but at least Paul and I had fun being together.

At college the next day. Paul told me how much he was looking forwards to his new “uncle” coming to stay for a few days. “He’s a lot younger and is a load of fun. He’s a bit sort of ‘touchy-feely’ like my Dad and is really good looking”. Paul blushed deeply when he realised what he’d said and saw my surprised reaction. “Anyway, he’s a lot of fun”. He was still blushing.

I went back to Paul’s house at the end of the day to pick up my stuff before I went home. Paul’s new Dad’s brother Rick was there. He really could not have been described as anything other than “good looking”. He was tall and slim but quite muscular with jet black hair that looked as if it grew rapidly and was a real battle to keep tidy. He had a warm, wide smile and even white teeth that gleamed in contrast to his swarthy olive coloured skin. He shook my hand firmly and held on for longer than I’d expected. He seemed genuinely pleased to meet me and I had a feeling I would get on well with him. He didn’t seem to dress fussily though he looked well groomed despite wearing soft grey jogging bottoms and a polo shirt. As we shook hands, my eyes were drawn to the front of his pants where there was a very obvious bulge. I could see the shape of his penis pressing against the inside of the fabric and I wondered if he was “commando” underneath. I quickly looked away as I didn’t want anyone to follow my gaze. “I’d better get home”, I almost stammered. “Shame”, Rick grinned, “maybe we can get to know each other better another time”. I could swear I saw him wink.

I said my goodbyes and walked home. There was a pile of rubble and pipes outside our house, together with the remains of the old shower enclosure. Dad was in the kitchen putting dinner in the oven. “Is the shower in?” I asked. “Yeah. Come see”. I followed Dad up the stairs and he opened the bathroom door with a “Ta dah”. “Wow” I exclaimed. That’s huge”. The sink had been moved and was over the other side leaving enough room for what seemed more like a shower “room” than a mere enclosure. “I’m going to try it out now you’re back”, Dad said stripping off. “I can’t wait”, I said. I watched as my Father stepped inside and turned on the water. There was an overhead shower as well as a hand-held on the wall. “Well there’s room for two, so come on in. In fact there’s room for all my mates”, he grinned. I didn’t need asking twice and dumped my clothes and joined him. He moved to the side a bit as he soaped his front. I loved to see him lathering up his pubic hair and smoothing white foam over his cock. He handed me the soap. I rubbed quickly and didn’t linger over my own cock as I didn’t want him to see it was already getting a bit fluffed. “Let’s try the hand-held”, he said and turned the lever to divert the water. “I’ll rinse you off”. He aimed the spray at my chest. It tingled and tickled a bit as he slowly moved the jets down across my stomach, over my left hip and down the outside of my leg to my left foot. He moved to rinse my other foot and up then back down and up the inside of my right leg moving very slowly. The spray felt like little gentle needles probing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. As he moved across to the top of my other leg, I felt the slightest tickling as a few stray jets seemed to caress my scrotum. My cock lurched involuntarily; it felt so good. Up and down my legs my Father slowly moved the spray, each time getting closer and closer to my now rapidly rising prick and making me gasp each time he’d aim at my balls. “Oh God, Dad. What are you doing to me?”. “Good eh?” was all he said. I didn’t want this to stop, but began to feel embarrassed at my stiffening dick. I turned my back to my Father and he hung up the shower head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, but I wanted you to know how good it felt”. He grabbed the soap and pretty soon the front of his body was again covered in white foam. He always looked, if possible, even hunkier than usual with his contrasting tanned skin and the black hair tufting over his broad chest and around his magnificent manhood. He handed me the soap and I too again worked up a lather. I could feel his warmth as if he was radiating heat as he stood close behind me. I couldn’t resist moving very slightly backwards until I felt the tip of his warm cock grazing my buttock. It felt so nice, so I moved even closer and moved very slightly from side to side. I felt a stiffening as his knob began pressing itself harder against me. I leaned into it, my breathing getting louder. I moved my head backwards so it was leaning into his neck and I felt his lips against my cheek. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me hard against his hard, burning prick. I moved slightly sideways so it was sliding in the crevice between my bum-cheeks. “Oh God; that feels so good”, I gasped. The big man was panting near my ear as he ground himself against me. Suddenly he moved away from me and said, “I’m sorry son, I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong. I don’t know what came over me. “Didn’t you think it felt good, Dad? Didn’t you like it?” “Er yes”, he stammered, “But it’s wrong. I’m your Father after all.” “Dad. How can it be wrong when it felt so good? I wanted it so badly and I think you did too, so how can it be wrong if we both wanted to do it so much?” “Come on son. Rinse the soap off yourself and let’s get out of the shower. It’s just wrong, that’s all.” I went to sleep that night thinking about the wonderful feeling of my dad’s hot skin pressing against my back and him rubbing his mammoth hard dick against me. I had to think of some way to do that again and soon.

The next morning as I was about to leave the house for another tedious day at college, my mate Paul ‘phoned. He sounded excited. “Uncle Rick has tickets for the match on Saturday and he’s taking me. He says he’ll get another ticket if you want to come too.” I thought about his handsome uncle Rick. The match would be great to watch, but to spend time with that hunk would be a real bonus. “It’ll mean staying the night. Rick has booked a couple of rooms in a hotel nearby. When I say a hotel, it’s probably more like a doss-house.” Paul didn’t stop talking when he was excited. “I’ll have to check with Dad”. I said, “but I’m sure it’ll be OK. “Great. I’ll tell Rick”. I told him to hold on ‘till I’d got the OK and that I’d let him know later at college.

I caught Dad going to his study as I was leaving and told him about my invitation to go to the match at the weekend with Paul’s “uncle” Rick. He was fine with the idea and surprised me by saying that he thought Rick was a nice guy. “I didn’t know you knew him” I quizzed Dad. “Oh. Er I’ve met him a couple of times. He’s very nice”. Paul was thrilled when I told him the news later at college. He said Rick planned to leave mid-afternoon on the Saturday as the match was not ‘till the evening and would pick me up at two. “I’ll be ready and waiting”, I said. I didn’t know at that time just how ready I’d be!

Friday after the afternoon break, I had P.E. Paul was in a different group and they’d had PE earlier. Mr. Kitchens our games and athletics teacher was quite young; in his late twenties. He was probably the hairiest man I’d ever seen. He was showing us the right technique to use when climbing a rope. When he stretched upwards, his t-shirt rode up revealing the mass of dark hair across his flat stomach that disappeared down under the waistband of his shorts. What I was seeing, I mused, was the topmost part of his pubic hair. My eyes were riveted to him as be pulled himself upwards, his arm muscles easily lifting his weight and his massive thighs gripping the rope. He spoke to us about the right way to do this, but I have no idea what he said. I was staring up at his muscular form; his manly, hairy legs covered at the top by his white shorts that stretched over his small muscular buttocks. As he finished speaking, he unclamped his legs and held them loosely out as he began to slowly let himself down using only his arms. I was now looking straight up into his crotch and got the briefest of glimpses of the edge of one of his balls that the gusset in his shorts seemed unable to stretch all the way over. His ball-sack was surprisingly hair-free. I guessed he must have shaved as even I was hairier down there. His balls seemed to be absolutely huge, which made sense on a man as hunky and muscular as he was.

After the gym lesson, we stripped off and headed to the showers. As boys do, we all took at least a brief look down in order to see how we compared to the other guys. I knew I had no worries in that department as I clearly took after my Dad. There were two openly gay guys in the group, Don and Philip. “I bet mines bigger than Steve’s when it’s hard.” Don said to his “bum chum” Philip loudly so all of us could hear. “I’d like to see that,” Philip grinned. “Yeah. Go on you woofters”, Mark the class wide-boy joined in. I went into the locker room and sat on a bench drying my hair. Someone sat on my left and I felt a hand on my thigh as I was drying my hair with the towel. “Hey”, I gasped. “Come on, let’s take a proper look”, I realised Don was sitting on the other side of me as I felt his hand moving up my other thigh and now Philip was bending over my lap, his face just inches from me. I felt warm, wet lips engulfing just the very tip of my cock as Philip very slowly and sensuously sucked me into his mouth. I know I should have stopped him, but it felt so good. “That’s it, you two get him sexed up and I’m gonna fuck his arse”. It was Mark standing, leering in front of me with his dick hard in his hand. I was getting very hot and I really wanted to feel a nice stiff cock on my hole, but Mark of all people? Here? With the whole of my class watching? Luckily, the decision was made for me. “What’s going on?” Mr Kitchen’s voice boomed as he burst into the changing room. I leaped up and tuned my back to the teacher, my penis hard and pressing vertically up against my stomach. What I saw next and had forgotten, was that there was a mirror in the far wall in which I could see my naked, aroused reflection with Mr. Kitchen looking over my shoulder and it seemed adjusting himself in his shorts. “Er nothing”, I stammered as I grabbed my pants and covered myself.

That Friday evening, I packed a small rucksack with a change of clothes and some clean underwear. I was all ready even though I didn’t actually need to be until the following afternoon.” You’re keen son”, Dad said. “I’m not surprised it should be a lot of fun especially with Paul and Rick.” Again Dad spoke as if he knew Paul’s new uncle really well. “I need to pay the plumber, so would you cycle round with the cheque in the morning before you go? His place is not far. It’s just that I have stuff to finish off tomorrow to meet my deadline.” “Sure Dad, no problem.”

I woke up on Saturday morning with my usual rock-hard erection. Normally, I would have a wank, but this morning, for some reason, I felt I’d save it for later. I don’t know quite what I was thinking, but it just seemed to make sense at the time. I had a long bath and daydreamed about the coming trip; about Paul, who was growing to be quite a good looking guy and, of course, about his new Dad’s brother Rick and how good it was going to be to get to know him better. I began to imagine what Rick would look like in his underwear. Did he wear boxers or briefs or maybe he tucked that gorgeous bulge in tighty whities! I closed my eyes and tried to picture the shape and size of his cock and balls. It didn’t help me to get rid of my raging hard-on of course, so I got out of the bath and tried to think of something else.

I wondered where Dave the plumber lived and how long it would take to cycle there. I wondered what his own shower looked like and how well Dad really knew him. I had a leisurely breakfast and picked up the envelope with the cheque for the plumber with his address on the front written in Dad’s scrawl before he went off to start work in his study. I got out my bike and headed off to the plumber’s address. It only took me about twenty minutes before I arrived at the large modern double-fronted house on the edge of our small town. I rang the doorbell and waited. I rang again and putting my ear to the door, heard footsteps padding towards me. The door opened and a fairly short, stocky guy stood in front of me wearing a white towel round his waist. “Er, I’m Steve; Mike’s son. He asked me to bring a cheque.” “Ah yes. Great. Come in,” I followed him into the house. “Would you like a drink? I guess you cycled over and you look hot”. I saw him grin as he failed to hide the fact that he’d glanced down at my groin. “Thanks”, I said. “So what do you think of your new shower?” Again the ill-hidden glance down. I began to wonder if in fact he wanted me to notice. “It’s very nice. You did a good job. It’s really big” His hand moved down to the obvious bulge in his towel and I couldn’t help but take a look. “There’s enough room for two er or more.” I was stuttering now and felt myself colour slightly. Dave grinned a wide, smile and winked. I blushed a deeper red. “I was wondering what your own shower was like”, I blurted out. I had to say something to cover my embarrassment, but even that sounded somehow suggestive. “Come and take a look”. I followed him up the stairs and into a large room with a lavatory in one corner and a large sink in another. All the walls and the floor were covered in natural slate; a sort of green and rust colour. In the far corner was the shower, but there was no enclosure, just a drain in the floor. The room was big enough not to have to worry about water splashing on anything. “Wow, that looks amazing”, I said. “Thanks, I like it and so do my friends, your Dad included.” I got the feeling that Dave rarely showered by himself and it suddenly dawned on me that perhaps he was just about to shower when I’d rung the bell and that I would more than likely be invited to join him. I would have considered it; he was quite a hunky guy, but I had very little time. “I’d better go”, I turned to leave. “Let me show you my Jacuzzi. I was just about to jump in”, he countered.

Dave led me downstairs and through the house into the back garden. At the bottom of the garden, behind some tall shrubs was a very new looking, large tub. It was in the corner, screened next to it by the adjoining woodland and the other side of his garden by more tall shrubs. Behind the pool was a low wall beyond which the ground sloped away steeply. “You want to try it out?” Dave seemed very keen that I should. “I don’t have a costume,” I blurted. “Neither do I”, and with that, Dave let the towel slip to the ground. He was a fine specimen. Not hugely endowed, but with a very nice looking cock; very dark-skinned and uncut. It stuck out over his large bollocks. I couldn’t help but stare as he stepped into the Jacuzzi. “Come on”, he smiled. “I don’t have very long”, I stuttered as I got out of my clothes and joined him in the warm water. I sat down quickly, embarrassed to be naked so close to him knowing my own cock was stiffening. The view from the end of his garden was spectacular. I could see right across the valley to the hills in the distance. “What a fantastic view”, I turned towards where he was standing at the side of me. “Really glad you like it”, he grinned broadly. If you stand up and look in that direction you can actually see three counties.” I stood to look and he moved behind me. Moving close and pointing over my shoulder, he breathed on my ear, “over there is Worcestershire, that’s Warwickshire and over that way, you can just see Shropshire.” I wasn’t really listening. He was now standing so close behind me, just like my Father had in the shower earlier. I leant backwards slightly and felt his chest brushing against my back and his cock just touching my leg. This is pretty much exactly what I’d tried to do to get close to my Father. This time though, I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I took a step backwards and pressed my bum against the plumber’s crotch. I moved slowly from side to side against him and felt his rod harden. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me tightly against him, squashing his now hard, hot cock between us. I reached round behind him and pulled him even more tightly against me. “Oh yes”, I sighed. “Dirty little fucker, aren’t you”, Dave reached over to a small alcove in the wall at the side of us and I could see it held condoms and some lube. “You like to get fucked, don’t you”, he almost whispered. “I’m sure I will”, I said, “I really want to find out”. “Ah I see”, he smiled and put the condom back. I felt his lubed-up finger pressing into my hole. “Oh yes”, I gasped. He slid his finger right in, then almost right out. It felt so good, I leant forwards with my hand on the wall to steady myself, I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he pushed the blunt end of his stiff dick against my hole, desperate to gain entry. I tried to relax a bit and pushed back. I felt my bum-hole open slightly and then be prised wide as Dave slid his length right up into my insides. “Oh God. Oh fuck. That feels so….. uh.” I swallowed hard as he began thrusting his hard dick in and out. “Mmm so good and tight” he moaned and started ramming harder. I did feel good; a kind of full up feeling as he ploughed into me. He was pounding my arse so fast, so hard, then he shuddered and I felt the rhythmical twitching of his cock, deep in my guts as he pumped his semen into me. Dave slumped against my back, panting. I guess he’d worked pretty hard. “So did you like it? Did it feel good, your first time with a nice big cock up your arse?” Oh yes”. I wasn’t really lying. It had felt good. I hadn’t come, although he wouldn’t be able to tell as we were thigh-deep in water., but he didn’t actually seem bothered either way. “I have to go”, I realised I was going to be late and hoped Paul and his uncle Rick weren’t already waiting for me. “Come and see me anytime”, Dave said as I pulled my clothes over my damp skin. “Thanks. ‘bye” I’d have to hurry.

As I cycled home, I thought about what had just happened with the plumber. As my much looked-forwards to first time, it was, frankly, a bit of a disappointment. OK, he had a nice cock and it wasn’t that painful, it just didn’t feel, well kind of passionate. He seemed to have a good time, but I was left hoping that there could be more to it perhaps with the right guy. It had left me feeling horny though and already thinking about planning my next encounter. I burst through the door when I got home, realising I had little time before I was due to be picked up by Paul and his uncle Rick. “I was getting worried. You’re a bit late. You OK?” Dad looked me over quizzically. “I’m fine. I raced home as fast as I could.” I hoped I had explained my flushed appearance. “How was Dave?” Dad asked. “Fine. He showed me his shower room and then his Jacuzzi.” “Ah did he. It’s quite a good size isn’t it.” “Er, I have to go and get ready,” I blurted, wondering what exactly he meant as I hurriedly headed for the stairs. I quickly threw my wash kit into my bag and looked at myself in the mirror. I did look a bit red-faced and as I splashed cold water on myself, I heard voices downstairs. When I got down, I found Paul on his own. “Hi”, he smiled. “Hi. Where are Dad and Rick?” “They’re in the study. Your Dad said he wanted to speak in private. Intriguing eh? I’ll get it out of my uncle later, don’t worry”. I sat next to Paul on the settee. He moved closer and put his hand on my thigh. “I’m really looking forwards to this trip. Should be a lot of fun”. I’d never really thought of Paul as anything other than a pal, but he was looking kind of hot: quite good-looking. The two men came out of the study. “Hello”, Rick said smiling broadly at me. “Ready”?

We set off in high spirits. I sat in the back and Paul sat next to his uncle in the front. They certainly hit it off. I was pleased that my friend now had Rick in his life as he missed his real Dad and his new one seemed less than fatherly towards him. I saw Rick looking at me in the rear-view mirror a few times as we drove. He had really twinkly eyes and grinned warmly at me. He was certainly a real hunk. I looked forwards immensely to getting to know him and hopefully to seeing a lot more of him. He had a tuft of fur peeping out above his unbuttoned collar and I started day-dreaming about what his body would look like. I imagined a well-developed chest, strong, muscular arms, a taut stomach, the hair on his chest running down over it and under the waist of his underpants. What would he wear? Briefs, boxers? No, they’d have to be white boxer-briefs with a fabulously full bulge at the front. Hell why was I imagining him in underwear at all? His cock would be full and long and uncut; the skin slightly darker that the rest of him. It would feel so good and start to swell and stiffen as I held it. Oh God, I had to stop this. I was getting so horny. I looked at the countryside out of the window for distraction. “I need to stop for some petrol”, Rick said glancing again at me in the mirror. There was a garage just up ahead. Rick pulled the car to a stop at the pumps. “I need to go to the gents”, I said spotting a toilet block next to the carwash. I got out and closed the door quietly as Paul seemed to be dozing in the front seat. Rick was by the pump as I walked to the toilets. I stood at one of the two urinals and started to relieve myself. There was the usual graffiti on the wall in front of me; some quite good sketches of penises and dates and times of suggested meets. I got quite engrossed reading an account of a supposed encounter here. It was well-written and very horny. Just then the door opened and Rick walked in. “Thought I’d join you”, he smiled and stood at the adjacent bowl and hauled out his prick. Oh fuck, I thought, how am I supposed to not look when I’ve been imagining him naked and wondering what he’d look like? I should leave. I glanced down; as brief a look as I could manage. Wow. Nicer than I’d imagined. A hell of a lot nicer. Bigger, darker, smoother. O my God I was getting an erection. I looked into his eyes. He winked and then looked down at my swelling cock. “Nice”, was all he said. “You too”, I looked down again, this time openly. “You think?” He licked his lips and looked back at me. I leaned closer to him so our shoulders touched. He leaned harder against me and started sliding his foreskin up and down the shaft of his impressive todger. I couldn’t stop myself. I moved my hand over and replaced his with mine, closing it round his length. “Mmm”, that’s nice”, he breathed. He kissed me gently on the lips. “You’re a very handsome boy”. I squeezed gently. He turned and put his arms round me, pulling me to him. I moved my hands to his hips and pulled myself hard against him, my cock rock-hard; vertical against my stomach squashed against him. I gasped at the heat of his body as he mashed his muscular frame against the front of me. I tilted my face upwards, desperate to taste the tender moistness of his lips. He leant down and tenderly kissed me, pushing his tongue urgently into my mouth. “Oh fuck. What are we doing?” I managed. “Someone might come in.” He moved us towards one of the two cubicles opposite, not taking his mouth from mine. Almost dragging my feet across the floor as he lifted me slightly. He shut and locked the door behind us. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since that first day we met. I haven’t stopped thinking about what you might be like and how I could get near you,” he breathed quietly in my ear as he turned me slightly and then squatted behind me. I felt his warm breath tickling the fine hairs on my bum-cheeks and then his wet tongue lapping in the crevice between. I leant further forwards and supported myself with my hands on the seat. It was all I could do to stop myself from shrieking as I felt his insistent tongue make contact for the first time with what I’d never realised seemed to be the most sensuous and achingly sensitive part of my anatomy. I gasped and panted a stream of what must have been total gobbledygook at the shock that this man was inflicting on my nervous system as he pushed his tongue inside me. “Are you OK?” he whispered. “I want to fuck you. Please. I can’t wait any longer”. “Oh yes; yes” I moaned dreamily. I felt the searing heat of the tip of his knob pushing urgently against my wet hole. I felt myself open willingly; oh so willingly and his cock; hot and hard forcing its way in. It seemed to slide in for an eternity, as if it would never stop going deeper and deeper. I squeezed it with my sphincter muscle and Rick gasped, “Oh holy fuck that feels so good. Do it again.” I squeezed again. It was almost involuntary. Rick moaned and started sliding his wonderful cock out and back in. After only a couple of strokes, he seemed to lose all control and began pounding desperately. I had to work hard to steady myself and this powerful man gave in to his most basic of needs and fucked me like he was possessed. He had one hand on my hip pulling me to him so he could get as deep inside me as he could. I felt his other hand close round my aching cock and after a very few strokes, I blew my load over the seat. Coming with a hot, hard cock embedded deep in your arse is the most exquisite, mind-blowing experience. I felt like I was on drugs. Rick was pounding me harder than ever and it wasn’t long before he groaned loudly and I felt his cock twitch and throb deep in my guts as he pumped his man-essence into me in a long-lasting series of pulses that showed how much he needed the release. We slumped against each other as we caught our breath and slowly surfaced from the other-worldliness of our passion. “We’d better get back to the car”, Rick said as he pulled up his trousers. “Maybe we could do that again at the hotel if you’d like to”. “Would I? Yes please”, I almost cooed.

Paul was standing, leaning against the car and smiled broadly at us, his eyes furtively glancing down at Rick’s crotch, then at mine. “You two have been a while”, he said pointedly as we clambered into the car. Surely he couldn’t guess what we’d been doing in the gents. Maybe I was walking differently. It wouldn’t be unlikely after the pounding I’d just been getting. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that Paul had no idea and that I was just imagining it. After all, he’d been asleep when we got to the garage.

We got to the small hotel after a couple of hours. It was fully booked and they’d given us the only two rooms they had; one with a double bed and one with two singles. I could see Rick’s mind working, but there was no alternative but for him to say that Paul and I should have the two singles and he’d have the double. I couldn’t see how I could get together easily with Rick without Paul knowing. Damn. We agreed to meet up again when we’d unpacked. Our room was a bit sparsely furnished, but clean and quite spacious. My bed seemed comfortable and quite firm which is what I preferred. “Uncle Rick’s a nice guy isn’t he”, Paul said as we lay on our beds. “Yes, he seems really nice”, I fixed my eyes on the ceiling. “You seemed to be getting on pretty well I thought”. I could feel Paul’s eyes on me. “Er yes. We’d better go”. I jumped up and Paul followed me out of the door. We met up again with Rick in the lobby and headed off to the stadium. The match would start in about an hour.

We had pretty good seats near the middle of the pitch and had a great view. The match itself though, was fairly uneventful: no goals being scored in the first half. At half time, Rick bought us some beers. I’d been to the gents and when I got back, found myself sitting between Rick and Paul. Soon after the game re-started, I became aware of the heat from Rick’s thigh as he moved it against mine and casually opened his legs so it looked as if he was just relaxing. I glanced fleetingly at the tempting denim mound between the tops of his legs and it took all my will-power not to allow my hand to explore what was inside. The crowd roared and I looked up. Paul gripped my thigh with his right hand. “The bastards were off-side I’m sure”, he yelled gripping harder. The “enemy” had scored. Paul left his hand on my leg. It felt quite nice, actually. Rick turned and looked at me, grinning knowingly before he looked away. I wanted to say to him that there was nothing between Paul and me, we were just friends, he was wrong with whatever conclusions he was drawing from what he’d seen. I wanted to, but it wasn’t going to have any effect. Anyway what did it matter? That was pretty much all the excitement there was in the match. We made our way slowly through the crowds back to our hotel.

The bar was still open in our small hotel, and Rick offered to buy us a beer. It was fun being with my pal Paul and his hunky uncle. Not being too used to alcohol, it affected me rapidly. After a couple, I found it harder to be discreet with my glances at the indescribably beautiful bulge in Rick’s shorts as he perched on the bar-stool with his legs apart. I was getting hotter and hornier by the second; the ridge of my own stiffening penis getting harder to hide. “I think it’s time for bed,” Rick said looking directly into my eyes. Oh yes please; I thought of his great, hairy body pressing down on me as we lay on his bed. “Are you sure you’re OK sharing with Paul,” Rick asked, his gaze still on my eyes. “Um yes, I guess”, what else could I say. “Well, if you’re sure”, Rick stood up, I thought looking a bit disappointed. I know I as sure as hell was. As Paul and I walked to our room it dawned on me that when Rick was asking me if I was sure I was OK with the sleeping arrangements, I could have said that I’d rather not share with Paul as he’d want to stay up talking. I could have made up anything; Rick was desperately trying to get me to. I remembered our hasty, but passionate fuck in the petrol station toilets. I must be really slow on the up-take and now I’d missed out on a fantastic opportunity of getting well and truly buggered senseless all night by that stunning man. Shit.

I stripped down to my briefs and climbed into bed. Paul was pulling his t-shirt over his head. I sat up a bit and leaned on the headboard. I hadn’t seen Paul stripped off for a year or so. I knew he’d joined a gym and now I saw the effect it had had on his physique. Paul was quite a bit taller than me and had jet-black hair. His chest was deeper than I remembered with pronounced pectoral muscles. His arms were beginning to bulge with muscle. He was hairier too, with a dusting of black fur over his chest and a black line below joining another black forest over his stomach which must, I thought carry on under his waist-band. He undid his shorts and slowly pushed them down and off. He stood straight again in just his boxer-briefs and busied himself folding his clothes and putting his stuff in drawers. Unlike him to be so tidy. Was he just doing this so I got a good look at his body? He was certainly putting on a good show. I was still feeling horny as hell and wished he’d hurry up and go to sleep so I could have a wank, though I was really enjoying watching him. He stood between our beds with his back to me and slowly pulled off his underpants. He had a lovely muscle-y bum that had a fine dusting of black hair over it. “You like looking at me, don’t you”, he said, turning round. His cock was sticking out, obviously half-hard. The skin covering it was much darker than the rest of him which made it look even bigger than it’s healthy looking size. His foreskin was stretched over the bulbous end and didn’t quite cover the tip. “Um”, was all I could say. “Come on, I know you do. I know you like looking at uncle Rick too, er and the rest.” “Wh.. what do you mean”? I stammered. “I know what you two were doing in the toilets at the garage”. I paled. Oh fuck. How did he know? How much did he know? Should I just brazen it out and make like I didn’t know what he was talking about? That option dissolved away. “I saw you over the top of the partition from the next cubicle”, he looked me straight in the eye and grinned. “I’m sure you were really enjoying the pounding Rick was giving you. Fucking hot as hell”. He moved closer so he was almost standing over me. “Want some more?”

I gasped. What could I say, ‘Oooh no I couldn’t possibly’? I had his stiff dick almost in my face. I swallowed hard and gingerly moved closer. I could smell that intoxicating odour of hot, sweaty, stiff cock. I touched the very tip with my tongue. “That’s it”, Paul gasped. “Oh god yeah”. I closed my fist around his girth and slid the dark skin back, revealing the big knob at the end of his shaft. I ran my tongue round it making it wet and slippery, then sucked it into my mouth. “Mmmm nice”, I managed to say, though I doubted Paul would decipher it as it was difficult with my mouth full of his dick. “You like my cock”? I didn’t try to speak again, but answered him by moving forward and getting about half his length into my mouth. He started thrusting in and out and was clearly trying to get the whole of it in. I gagged and pulled off him. “Sorry, I can’t do that”, I told him. The glazed, almost manic look in his eyes, told me he wasn’t going to stop trying. “Sorry”, I said again. “Let me get you off”. I started sliding my hand up and down his rigid cock. “I’ve got a better idea”. I wondered what he was thinking, but not for long as he clambered onto the bed pulling the covers off me and laid down, his chest covering mine and pushed his right leg between my knees, forcing them apart. He felt hot and his body hard and muscular against mine. I’d never felt this before. This electrifying full ‘skin against skin’ experience and I wanted more of it, so much more. I rubbed my straining cock against his stomach and thrust it up and down as much as I was able and wriggled side to side slightly. Paul’s cock was pressing hot and hard against my leg. He lifted my other leg up, bending my knee and began to stroke my buttock. I felt an intense, expectant tingling as he moved a finger to lightly caress my sensitive hole. “Oh please”, I breathed. He slowly ran it in circles lightly around the raised muscle and then tried to push it inside. He must have realised he would need something slippery to make this possible, so he bent down and dribbled some saliva where his finger was. His light touch became firmer and he pushed again, this time slipping inside. “Oh, Oh that’s nice. Oh yes that feels so, so nice.” “I didn’t realise it would feel so slippery inside. I’m gonna slide my cock right up in there.” I could only gulp in response. There must still be some of his uncle’s jizz in there, I thought and probably some of Dave the plumber’s too. “Paul pulled up my other leg so my bum was right in front of him. I felt his knob nestling in my crack. “I want to do this to you so much”. His face looked obsessed, his expression desperate, his eyes again glazed. I gasped as I felt the sharp pain of his hot cock prizing open my arse muscle. “Hold on”, I groaned and involuntarily squeezed and pushed him out of my hole again. “Sorry, try again”, I breathed. Again I felt him push into me, opening me up for him. He slid in a bit further this time, but I couldn’t stop myself from tightening the muscle round his cock again. This time, I didn’t squeeze it out. “Oh fuck. That feels so good. How did you do that?” I’d obviously found a new trick. With that, Paul started fucking in earnest. He pounded me hard against the mattress, lifting my legs so my knees were almost next to my ears. “You’re going so deep; right up. I can feel you rubbing all the way in and out. Oh god, Paul. Don’t stop.” I felt the feeling of my climax rising from deep inside me and my cock began to throb and pump strings of hot, white cum over my chest and neck. Paul was hammering into me even faster and then let out a loud grunt as I felt him exploding deep inside me, squirting his juice to join the other men’s that was already up there. We were both gasping for breath as we collapsed in a heap on the rumpled sheet. “Oh fuck, that was so hot”, Paul said. I knew you wanted it, but I didn’t realise how much”. My thoughts were slowly re-assembling in my head. I was so surprised that I hadn’t thought of Paul as anything other than a buddy before.

Now lying face to face on our sides, I examined his face and his closed eyes. He really was quite a hunk; my old buddy had developed into a muscular, powerful fucker. He opened his eyes and smiled into mine. What a killer smile he had. He could have anybody I’m sure, with a smile like that. I was melting as I snuggled closer. He kissed me lightly on my mouth. What Paul had just said, slowly re-ran in my head. “What did you mean when you said that you ‘knew I really wanted it’? I asked. “Oh nothing”, he quickly came back with. “No, come on, tell me”. Now I was really convinced there was something. “Oh, OK. My uncle Rick told me your Dad got him alone in his study to speak to him before we left.” “Yes, and?” I was getting really curious now. “Er, well, er your old man said that you had made it pretty obvious that you wanted to get fucked and had tried it on with him. He felt it wasn’t right, you know, a father and son and all, and said that if it was to happen, it wouldn’t be so bad if the first time it was with Rick. He said he knew he was a great lover and would be considerate and make the first time good for you”. I was silent for a long time while I took all this in. I had so many questions. This was all set up by the sound of it. Maybe Dad thought I’d share a room with Rick and he’d be my first fuck. It’s true, he was a really nice guy; a real sex-god so I suppose Dad was right really. I still though, dreamt of lying under Dad and feeling the weight of him on top of me, his hairy chest pressed against mine and his great thick cock sliding deep in me, fucking my cum out of me. “So how did my father know Rick was gay? How did he know he would be good at sex?” “Can’t you work it out? Rick and your Dad know each other pretty well from before my mum married Rick’s brother. Rick told me he’s had your father more than a few times and thinks he’s a really sexy hunk”. I laid back on the bed and thought about what Paul had told me. So my Dad had sex with men; had had sex with Rick and not just once. So my Dad was gay, or bi or something. I knew he liked sex, so maybe that was all there was to it. Is that possible? My thoughts were racing round my head. I’d had sex with three guys in that one day. Dave the plumber, Rick and now Paul. I was getting an erection again. I like sex too, I thought. It must run in the family. I listened to Paul’s breathing as it got slower and deeper. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken by the feeling of a hot, hard cock squashed against my buttock. I was lying on my side; Paul was behind me. For a second or so as I slowly regained consciousness, I half-dreamt I was Rick and that it was my Dad’s powerful cock pressed against me. I felt wet lips on my neck as Paul started humping against me. I wasn’t sure he was awake, until he reached down and pulled my bum-cheeks apart and I felt his cock against my hole. “Oh my god. Again?” I felt as if I’d only just gone to sleep. “Mmm, you know you want it”, Paul breathed in my ear. He brought his hand to his mouth and spat on it, then smeared it on the tip of his organ. He just pushed into me and started rapidly fucking. He didn’t seem to care whether I was keen or not. Paul pushed me onto my front and climbed on my back. He squeezed his arms under my chest and pulled me roughly, hard against him as he pounded. In a very short time, I felt him throbbing deep in my insides. He went limp and laid his whole weight on me. I rolled him off and realised he was asleep again. I now wasn’t sure if he’d been awake at all or had fucked me in his sleep. I drifted off again. It seemed as if I’d only just got to sleep, when, once again, I felt him hard against me trying to push inside my hole again. I was too tired to resist, so let him get his rocks off once more. It seemed to me that I awoke several more times during the night to find him wanting more. I lost count of how many times I got fucked, but it felt like it had been every couple of hours.

I was awoken by a startlingly loud noise and as I reluctantly surfaced, realised it was the ‘phone. “Hello,” Paul had answered it. “Yes, OK. See you there.” He hung up. “That was Rick. We’ll have to hurry down if we want breakfast before we have to check out.” He looked at me. “Are you OK?” he asked. “Hell, Paul, you didn’t let me get any sleep. I’m so tired and I ache from head to foot”. “Yes great, wasn’t it.” He kissed me and I felt his tongue exploring my mouth as he pressed himself against me. “We have to get up,” I protested. “Oh come on. One last time. Who knows when we’ll get another chance?” He let his hand move down to my balls and gently stroked with the lightest of touches. It felt good and I kissed him back. “I can’t believe you can still get it up”, I said. “You’re so sexy, that’s why,” he responded and rolled on top of me. He lifted my legs and pushed his ever-ready cock into me once more. He moved slowly, Slow and deep, just as I liked best. “God your knob feels so good up me.” Just then I heard the door open and Rick’s voice. “Come on guys, we have to check……” He quietly closed the door behind him and stood there with his mouth open and his shorts tenting. I spluttered, “Oh, I….” What could I say? Paul didn’t seem to care at all and carried on sliding his length in and out. “Mmm so nice,” he mumbled; I wondered if for his Uncle’s benefit as much as anyone’s. Paul quickened his pace and began hammering into me. I lifted my legs and clasped my hands together behind my knees, allowing Paul to go even deeper. I guess I should have been surprised that I got hard after all the sex I’d got during the night, but the situation was so horny. I could see Rick almost dribbling while he watched us, his hand rubbing himself through his shorts. I beckoned him over and he came and stood next to me. I licked my lips as I savoured the sight of the glorious bulge so close. Without any hesitation, Rick slipped his shorts down and moved closer. I opened my mouth and he slid his great big knob-end in. God this was hot. Paul slowed his thrusting and watched me getting mouth-fucked by his uncle. I desperately needed to cum, but couldn’t get my hand to my own cock. Paul kissed my cheek, just where it was being pushed out by the tip of Rick’s cock. Paul then rolled off me and Rick climbed on the bed next to Paul and laid on top of me rubbing the length of his muscular body against mine. He pushed into my hole, replacing Paul’s dick with his own. I felt myself opening more, being stretched further by this wonderful specimen of manhood. He slid in a little at a time, delighting in my gasps as he impaled me, making me feel full once more. “You like this, don’t you.” He breathed. “Oh yes,” I managed. “You’re a sexy little fucker, aren’t you.” He said, pushing his cock in as far as it would go; deeper into my guts than any one had ever been. I swallowed hard. “Oh fuck. Oh Rick yes. Yes please, give it to me, do me, open me up, fuck me harder.” Just then, there was a knock at the door and a voice yelled, “Are you up? You lot checking out? I need to clean the room.” “Yes, he’s up. Just coming,” Paul stifled a giggle as he called his reply. Rick speeded up a little, but was clearly going to make the most of it, using the whole of his length to slide out as far as he could then in deep, oh so deep. I needed to come so desperately; this was just too hot. Paul was beating his meat right in front of my face, but I still couldn’t get my hand to mine. I was going crazy. “Please Rick, I need to come: oh god so badly. Please.” Rick pounded harder. A few drops of sweat dripped from his face. He had such an expression of total single-minded determination. Only one thing mattered to him and that was to deposit his seed deep inside me. He was going like a jack-hammer, pistoning in and out. I could feel his hot, hard flesh rubbing the inside of my hole so hard, making it feel so raw and sensitive. I felt like I was floating, drifting on a cloud of utter ecstasy. It was almost a surprise that I felt a boiling inside and my cock began twitching, pumping my come up through my sensitive shaft to burst out of the end with massive force. Oh my god. There is nothing like cumming hard with a big, fat, hot cock pounding inside your arse-hole, I thought. Paul started groaning and spewed his load on my face. Rick was slamming into me and with a final push exploded deep inside, showering my guts with his hot juice.

``We lay on the bed, Paul next to me and Rick’s weight on top of me. As we were each getting our breath back there was a hammering on the door. “Sorry guys, but you’ll have to vacate the room. I need it for the next guests.” It was the guy from the front desk, I guess he was the manager on duty. “OK, be right there,” Rick called out. “C’mon guys, we’ll have to clean up when we get home.” We quickly dressed and I wiped the come off my face as best I could. I’m sure we looked as guilty as hell as we waited while Rick settled up at the front desk. It felt that all the staff and most of the guests knew what we had just been up to; that I’d been buggered senseless by these two horny guys. I kept looking at my feet as we walked through the front door and round the back to where Rick’s car was parked. I sat in the back and we set off home. In a way, I felt it was a bit sad that the weekend was almost over. My god, and what a weekend. I couldn’t help being reminded as I felt I was sitting on a bit of a damp patch where a small trickle of come had leaked out. I must be so full of jizz. I began to count up how many loads must be up there. Dave the plumber’s, a couple of Rick’s big dumps and god knows how many of Paul’s. I nodded off. I was so tired. I felt I hadn’t slept for weeks and had been hit by a bus. I woke a few times. Paul and Rick were talking in hushed tones, conspiratorially. Probably comparing notes about my performance, or planning something. I didn’t care. I just wanted to sleep.

We made it home in good time, and I was awoken by Paul. “Come on sleepy head, or I’ll throw you out.” I jerked awake and stretched. “You have a good time?” Rick was grinning at me. “Oh yes. You know I did,” I smiled back at him. He really was the most handsome man. “I’ll help with your stuff,” he said getting out and opening my door. I walked in to the house. “Dad, I’m back,” Dad came out of his study. “Hi guys.” You had fun? You look all in”. He studied my face, then glanced at Rick. Rick’s face broke into a broad grin. “Yeah. We had loads of fun didn’t we.” Rick looked at me and winked. I know dad saw. “Thanks for everything.” I couldn’t help it, I gave Rick a hug. Dad looked at me closing the door as they left. “You smell like you’ve been having one hell of a lot of fun son,” Dad grinned at me. “Wha-what do you mean?” I stammered. “Come on, you smell of sex.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, you smell of sweaty cock and cum. Unmistakeable. I think you’d better tell me all about it.”

I collapsed into the nearest kitchen chair. “Oh Dad, it was so good.” “Did Rick er visit your room in the hotel son?” I grinned the broadest grin, “Yes Dad, you knew he would didn’t you. He is a very fit man. I kind of know you planned it all.” My father looked me directly in the eyes. He looked so caring. I loved him so much. “He is a great guy. I wanted him to be your first.” “Oh……..” I returned his gaze. “Wasn’t he then?” Dad asked “Who was? “Well, Dave the plumber showed me his hot tub.” I looked at my feet. “Well that’s a real shame. I’m really sorry. He’s not the best is he. A bit selfish really.”” It was OK, dad. A bit disappointing I guess, but quite hot and I was so ready. I really wanted cock”. Dad sighed. “I know, I almost had to beat you off me! So you had Rick in the hotel later then?” I looked at him sheepishly, “Oh um, he didn’t wait till we got to the hotel.” “Really?” Dad leant closer, his eyes were beginning to look a bit kind of hazy. “No, dad, we stopped for some petrol at the station just on the edge of town; you know, the BP garage. I went to the gents and Rick came in after.” “Oh my god”, dad gasped.” Yes and Paul sneaked in and watched us over the partition from the next cubicle. He said it looked really hot and he was so horny when we got to the hotel after the match and couldn’t keep his hands off me.” “Hold on, hold on”, my dad swallowed hard. “So not only did you have Dave before you went, but you’ve had Rick and Paul in the same day.” Dad looked almost shocked. “Yeah, Paul is able to go again and again. He kept me up most of the night, then this morning we almost got chucked out of the hotel ‘cos Rick caught us, then kind of took over”. I saw my dad’s Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard. “Dad, I’m so knackered, I have to go to bed.” “I’ll come up and say goodnight in a minute,” he answered shakily. I walked slowly up the stairs and into my room. I badly needed a shower, but all I could think of was sleep. I stripped off and fell onto the bed. I lay on my back and thought about the weekend and how dad had planned it, and what it would have been like if it had gone as he’d thought and Rick had been my first. He was a big guy; oh yes, Jesus was he a big guy. Maybe it would have been a bit more painful if Dave hadn’t eased me open a bit first. And Paul. What a surprise he turned out to be, A bit of a hunk, my buddy and what an appetite! I heard my father coming up the stairs. He opened the door to my room and walked in. I looked at him and smiled a sleepy smile. “Hey son”.

He really was a good-looking guy. Big and strong and handsome. His presence filled the room. He had changed into the white nylon shorts that showed him off the best. He grinned at me. “You Ok dad?” I asked as he just stood there looking at me. I looked down at his shorts and saw that they were tenting. The girth of his magnificent knob was clearly visible. “You’ve made me so horny, son. Hearing about how much sex you’ve had is just driving me crazy.” He looked unsure what to do, sort of conflicted. “Come and sit down,” I said softly.

I couldn’t believe that after all the sex I’d had I was getting the hots for my Dad. Lying naked on my back as I was, I could do nothing to hide my increasing interest. “Cover yourself up. Please.” Dad swallowed hard as he tried to hide his own yearning. It was obvious he was losing control and the old, animal, primitive, all-possessing sexual urges were taking over. I looked into his warm eyes and stretched out, raising my hands and placing them behind my head and spreading my legs a little. My cock was now fully rigid. “Oh God. You really are growing up to be one hell of a sexy guy”. Dad was almost drooling. “You’ve grown to be bigger than most of my friends already”. He was staring at my crotch. “I guess I take after you then”. I put my hand on my Father’s thigh and slowly slid a finger underneath the leg of his shorts. He didn’t try to stop me, instead he leant back slightly so I could move my hand higher. He sucked in a gasp of air as my finger reached the loose, hairy skin of his scrotum. It felt cool compared to the heat of his body. He lifted me up and scooted over so he was behind me. He pulled me back onto his body and I felt the hairs on his chest on my back and the heat of his skin pressing against me. I melted against him and he kissed the back of my neck. He swung his left leg over so I was sitting between his thighs. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my lower back. I reached behind me and fumbling, managed to undo the fly of his shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his magnificent knob sprung free. I leant forwards slightly so his shaft fitted into the cleft between my bum-cheeks. I slid up and down as best as I could and he moaned softly. “This is so wrong, son”, he breathed in my ear. “So nice though”, I responded blatantly. I turned my head and kissed him on the lips. I’d yearned for his lips for so long and immediately I felt what was like an electric shock running through my body. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he sucked it in as far as it would go. He used his tongue to kind of caress mine and then slid his into my mouth, It felt like such a strong tongue, as it pushed urgently and insistently into my mouth. I let out a little whimper as I relaxed into him. I felt I was completely engulfed in his hot, hard yet cushioning body. I turned round so I was facing him, sitting on his lap with my legs each side of him. He kissed me again and I felt the length of his massive tool pressing up under me. He leant forwards against me, forcing me down towards the bed. Then he was on top of me, my legs in the air and his cock-head poised so close to my hole.

“Dad, I can’t”. I was worried. “I must be so full of cum. I’ve had so much sex, so many cocks, so much fucking. I’m worried it’ll put you off” “Oh God. Son, that’s what’s making it so hot. Don’t you understand? The thought of you having all that cock in you is driving me crazy. I can’t wait to feel the insides of you slippery with all that man-juice. What is it that you want?” “Truthfully Dad?” I looked at him intensely, more serious that I’d ever been. “Yes, tell me truthfully son”. “I want you to pump your cum deep inside me. Deeper than any other man has been. That’s what I want?”. My Dad gasped audibly. “You sure you can take it son? It’s really going to open you up. Some guys have said I’m just too big: that my dick’s just too thick and goes in too deep.”

I was beginning to feel delirious. “Oh please Dad. That’s what I want. I want to feel you opening me up. I want you to make me feel so full. I want your magnificent prick up my tight little arse, deep in my guts. I want to feel you knob pumping me full of your hot cream. Please Dad. Oh please.”

Dad smiled and leant forwards. He kissed me and I felt the searing heat of his cock-head wet and hard against my yearning hole. He pushed forwards and as he slid his tongue into my mouth, he slid his cock slowly into me. It felt so good, as if this is what my whole life had been for. What I’d been waiting for for ever.

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