Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2007 22:05:39 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Weekend with Dad 2

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that have happened is purely coincidental. The people in this story are
fictional, as is the fact that they aren't using condoms.  This story deals
with consentual sex between males in the same family.  If this offends you,
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        Monday morning, I showered and got ready for school.  I dressed
quickly and went down to where my mother was in the kitchen, having just
made breakfast.  My father sat at the table and barely looked up when I
came in.  This was natural.  He had done this to me ever since we'd started
fucking.  He didn't want my mother thinking there was anything going on so
he just sort of acknowledged me when he had to.  I was all right with that;
I knew he was doing it for us.
	"I'm going to be leaving on Thursday, this week.  I have to fly to
Nevada early."  My mother told us as she put out plates on the table.
"I'll be back sometime Monday."
	My father didn't look at me but I knew what this meant.  He would
call "the guys" from his office and we'd start our weekend party Thursday
night.  I would call in sick to school on Friday so I needed to start
showing symptoms to my teachers.  Coughing bouts here and there, fatigue at
gym and other sure-signs I was getting "sick".  I knew the drill.  Hell, by
now, my teachers all thought I was a sickly little guy as often as we'd
done this.
	School loomed as I told my parents good-bye and headed out the
door.  It was going to be just another Monday with nothing special waiting
for me.

	Thursday finally came and my mother was up before the sun and
loading her things into the car.  She didn't work through the week and only
took these insurance things on the weekend.  She flew all over the place
and was apparently pretty good at her job.  I heard the car pulling out of
the drive just as the door to my room opened and my father came inside.  He
wore a thick, blue robe and if I knew him, nothing else.
	"The guys will be here around six, are you going to be ready?" He
asked, propping himself in the doorway.
	"I always am, aren't I?" I responded.
	"And you're sure this doesn't bother you?"
	"Why should it?"
	"I just want to make sure that this is what you want." Dad said to
me, the caring, concerned father still present and accounted for.  "You
know you don't have to do this every time."
	"I know that. But it was my idea in the first place, remember?" I
told him, sitting up in bed and pulling the covers over me.  "I wanted to
do it from the first time I saw the guys you work with. Hell, who wouldn't
want to be used by those studs?" I added, just to put my father's mind at
ease.
	"And you remember that Trevor's bringing a friend, right?"
	"Do you know who this `friend' is?" I asked him and he shook his
head.  "I wonder if he's as hot as all the others."
	Dad crossed the room and sat on the edge of my bed.  He ran a hand
over my face and smiled at me.  He didn't say a word for a long time, but
just sat there looking at me.  Finally, he leaned forward and kissed me,
gentle lips on mine, no tongue, no pushing, just the feeling of his mouth
on me.  When I opened my mouth against him, I felt his hands going round me
to lift me up out of the bed and hold me in his arms.  His kiss deepened
and finally, his tongue slipped into my mouth to touch my own.
	"I meant what I said, son," Dad said to me when the kiss ended.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
	"I won't." I said to him.  "That's why we made the no fucking rule,
remember?" I said to him, swinging my legs over the side of the bed when
he'd stood.  "I don't want anyone else's cock in my ass but yours."
	"I love you, son." Dad said to me, kissing me deeply, again.  "I've
made Belgium waffles this morning. I hope you're hungry."
	Yeah, good food, great sex and Daddy Dick in my ass for almost 48
hours straight, I loved the weekends!

	Five thirty that afternoon, I was downstairs with the customary
stuff, getting things ready.  I covered the couch with a thick plastic and
then a blanket that would have fit it twice.  Bottles of lube and tissue
were placed around, as were towels and some handi-moisty things.  Dad
brought down toys, pillows and blankets because the guys weren't going to
be going home, he thought.  Not with over three days to play this week.  He
was probably right.
	At a little before six, Darren was the first to arrive.  He was
dark and beautiful, a man in his early thirties with a face like Cuba
Gooding Jr. and a body like a young swimmer.  He wore a close-trimmed
goatee but had no other hair anywhere else, as he shaved it off.  Normally,
this would have been a turn-off but on him, it looked pretty good.  He
smiled at me when he came through the door and handed me his jacket.  I
hung it in the closet and returned his second smile.
	"Dad's got you all dressed up this weekend, hasn't he?" Darren said
to me with a tug at the front of my tight-fitting harness.
	Two leather strips came across my shoulders to connect to the
silver ring in Darren's hand.  Another thick strip went from the bottom of
the same ring to the ring around my cock and balls.  Two other strips
hugged my sides.  I also wore a leather jockstrap and a pair of thick
boots, all black.  Darren's hand slipped from the ring to my jock and
hefted my balls up a bit.
	"Nice." He said, going into the room, leaving his shoes beside the
couch and taking his socks off as he sat down.  "Wanna help me with this?"
He asked as he undid his jeans.  "It's been all fucking week since I've
gotten off!"
	"Not until everyone's here." Dad said then, coming into the living
room with a tray of alcoholic drinks and glasses.  "You know the rules,
Darren.  It isn't first come, first served."
	Darren stripped down to his tight, tan briefs, folding his clothes
and putting them with his shoes.  He said down on the couch and talked with
my dad, rubbing his crotch occasionally and smiling at me when he saw me
staring at him.  I wish my dad would make an exception.  Darren was always
in demand when the others started going at one another and it seemed
someone always got to him before I did.
	Brian Kelly was the next to arrive.  He had lightened his hair a
bit and let his facial hair grow since last week.  The stubble suited him.
He smiled at me and took his jacket, shirt and pants off to hand them to
me.  He left his briefs on and joined the others.  I noticed he sat by
Darren, no surprise, there.  Brian had a thing for African American guys
and Darren was a prime specimen if ever there was one.  Brian Kelly had
good taste in men, I had to say.
	Edward and Reynolds came in after, the time being a little after
six.  Edward's sandy blond, curly hair was slightly damp and he looked a
bit flushed.  Reynolds' thick goatee and mustache parted sweetly in a smile
as he kissed my cheek.  His wavy hair was pulled back from his face and I
wondered how long that would last.  He took off his shirt and ran a hand
over his furry chest.  He had changed his nipple rings to dark silver
guards that fit over the nipple and were held in place by bars that ran
through them.
	"Baby." He whispered to me as he kissed me on the cheek.  "I've got
something special for you when we all get down to it."
	"Charles, Trevor's going to be late. He said to go on and start
without him." Edward said when he was standing naked.  "So, can we get to
it, then?"
	Dad looked at me and I nodded.

	Ten minutes later found me kneeling on the floor, Edward's
wonderful cock going in and out of my mouth while Darren and Brian were
mouth-fucking one another right beside of us.  My father stood behind me,
kissing Edward deeply and pulling at his nipples.  Under me, taking his
wonderfully sweet time with me, Reynolds mouthed and tongued and lapped and
sucked at my cock, my balls and my asshole.  His fingers played with all of
these things, as well, and I was insane with pleasure.  This was always how
he started, playing with me, teasing me.
	"Slow down, damn." I heard to the side and knew that Darren was
close to cumming.  Always wanting to prolong the moment, this was a common
saying of his.  "Oh yeah, Brian, that's it...work that white-man mouth nice
and slow over my dark meat."  He said and I knew he got off on the
language.  It didn't matter what color the mouth was, he just liked being
blown.
	"Yeah, boy." Edward said, using my dad's words.  "I'm close..." he
told me and I felt his cock tighten a bit.  His balls drew up in my hand as
I kneaded the sac and as I heard him moan a bit deeper in his stomach, I
knew he would be pulling out soon.
	A few more, even strokes of his beautiful dick and he had pulled
from my mouth and laid his cock on my cheek.  It convulsed one time and I
felt the hot flood of cum all over my face and down my chin to drip onto my
chest and stomach!  His moan intensified and another, shorter volley came
out and joined the first one. I moaned my approval and waited for him to
move first.
  When he did, it was to swipe a finger through the mess on my face and
lick his finger clean.
	Edward leaned down and cleaned my face with his tongue.  When he'd
finished, he kissed me.  He kissed me so that I could taste him and share
in his love-juice.  I welcomed the offering and liked the semi-sweet taste
of him, actually.
	He moved away from me and my father did the same.  Edward went to
the couch and climbed up onto it, spreading his legs wide and reaching for
a bottle of lube.  My father was always Edward's first fuck of the night.
	Beneath me, Reynolds' face slowed its movement and eventually, he
withdrew from me, completely.  I was puzzled for a moment until he stood in
front of me.  I smiled up at him and reached for his hard cock.  Before I
could take it in hand, he stopped me, taking gentle hold of my wrist and
pulling me to my feet.  I followed him into the kitchen, even though he'd
let go of me.
	Behind the swinging door of the kitchen, Reynolds took hold of me,
his arms encircling me and holding me still and tight against him.  I
looked into his deeply colored eyes and wondered what he was going to do.
None of the others had ever taken me out of the room before.
	"Don't say anything." He said softly to me.  "Just don't say a
word."
	As gentle as a flower, his face moved forward and his lips pressed
against mine.  His hands went slowly up my back and down again as his mouth
moved sweetly against me.  I moaned a bit as I reached back for him.  The
kiss was more than that.  It was a gesture that told a story that I'd
wanted to hear from the moment I laid eyes on this man.  I swallowed his
tongue hungrily, the same way I'd swallowed his cock so many times before
now.  I was just as hungry for him as he seemed to be for me.
	"I want you." He said to me in a husky whisper when he pulled his
lips from mine.  "I want you the same way your father takes you."
	I stopped and looked him in the face.  He knew.
	"But..."
	"Don't deny it." Reynolds said to me with another kiss to my throat
and clamped teeth on my earlobe for a moment.  "I don't care what you do
when you're not with me but I want you the same way he takes you."
	"I...can't." I said to him, not realizing really what I was saying.
"I mean...I..."
	"Don't say no..." he coaxed, his cock urging me to spread my legs
for him.  "Please don't deny me this after so long in wanting you."
	I slid a leg up and over his hip.  Reaching between us, I took hold
of his perfectly formed prick and felt it lubed with pre-cum.  Sighing
heavily, I brought it to my hole as I struggled to climb his body.  I
wanted it, too.  Something stupid in my head had always said I didn't but
now, as his cock was inches from my asshole, I knew I did.
	Tangling my hands in his long, dark hair, I pulled his mouth
tighter to my shoulder and felt his teeth sinking into my flesh as he
forced his cock up, through my clenched hand, and into my waiting, hot
asshole!  I heard his moan even if my shoulder muffled it considerably.  In
the next room, my Dad was fucking his friends while his friend fucked his
son.
	"Goddamn, Reynolds," I said to him, feeling his hips grinding me
into the wall.  "Fuck me, you fuck-hungry beast! Fuck my hole until you
cum! Fuck me, Reynolds," I hissed in a low and guttural whisper/moan as my
hooked leg pulled on his body to drive him deeper into me.  "FUCK me," I
quietly urged.
	My body slid up and down the wall, my cock throbbing between us.
Reynolds' cock did the same as he spread his legs for leverage and began to
shove himself brutally into me, his words equally as filthy as mine but
equally as quietly spoken.  They were gruff and hard but quiet.
	"Little boy-slut!" He said, his hands gripping my hips in a vise.
"Sucking anyone's cock that'll fit in your mouth, wagging your ass at me,
teasing me...little prick-teasing slut-boy! I'm going to fuck that ass,
now...boy!  I'm going to father-fuck that sweet ass and you're going to
fucking like it!"
	Something about "father-fuck" turned me on.  He knew my father
fucked me.  How he knew, I might never know but the secret wasn't a secret
anymore and I was glad.  I clawed his back, trying to hold him inside me
every time he withdrew but it was no good.  The brute force of his body
pinned me to the wall and I endured his massive cocking of me as best I
could while standing on one foot, pressed against the wall, impaled on a
flesh spike!
	"I'm going to mother-fucking cum, boy!" Reynolds hissed at me, his
hand finding the wall to support us while his other hand bit savagely into
my left asscheek.  I grimaced with the pain but it felt good.  I was a
glutton for what he was giving me.
	"Do it, Reynolds, you fuck! Fill me with your shit! Do it! Do it
like Daddy does! Make me think you're him filling me with manjuice `til it
comes out my fucking whore-mouth! Do it, fucker!"
	To my surprise, he shot his load at that very moment! The first
spark of spunk slammed into me just as he was doing the same.  I almost
cried out from the feeling but bit down into his shoulder before I could.
The second jet of jism was felt in my throat, I swear to the gods and the
third was like salt in my mouth as he hunched forward and delivered it
deeper than the other two.  His hips worked me solidly into the wall for
the fourth and the fifth one was the end of the geyser.
	Reynolds slumped forward and held us against the wall. Breathing
was coming back down to normal as he held me but I was still winded.  I
managed a few platitudes but nothing like the apology I thought he deserved
for some reason.  When he finally released my tender ass and I found my
footing, I could breathe a lot better.
	"Reynolds, that was fucking...awesome." I said to him, kissing his
shoulder that had started to purple.
	"My name is Marcus." He said to me with a wince as I touched his
bruise.  "I had hoped you'd call me that when we got to know one another
better...Carter."
	He had said my name.  My dad had never called me by name in front
of the other guys.  It was part of the "game".  He just called me "boy" or
"son" or something like that.  How had it bee that Reyn...Marcus knew this?
	Not really giving a fuck right now, I reached up and brought his
lips to mine, kissing him deeply, swabbing at his tongue with my own when
he responded.  My hands were all on his back, holding him to me.  This was
what I'd always wanted from him and now it was here.  His hair fell around
us as he kissed me back and I felt it hid us from everything and everyone.
Yes, this had been an act of animal passion but there was more to it than
just that.  There was something beneath it that made it wonderful and that
was what I was focusing on, at the moment. To me, there was nothing else in
this world but Reyn...uh, Marcus.
	"So, `I don't want anyone else's cock in my ass but yours'," I
heard, then and I couldn't get disentangled from Reynolds quick enough.
The sound of my father's voice snapped me out of my reverie and I was
instantly filled with panic.  "That certainly was a quick turn around for
you.
	"Charles, I..." Marcus started before the words could come from my
mouth.  I didn't know what he could have possibly been going to say to my
father but he never got the chance as my father cut him off with a glance.
	"Dad, I...it was me. I mean, it was my fault, really." I stammered,
standing in front of Marcus.  "I mean, I told him he...I mean..."
	My father seemed to delight in my not finding the words.  He stood
there in the doorway, simply looking at me, waiting for me to finish and I
wanted to crawl under something and not come out.
	"Come with me." Dad said, going back through the door. "Both of
you." He added and I saw that Marcus had the same look on his face that I
did.
	We followed, going back into the living room with my father.  When
we came inside, I noticed that Darren sat on the couch facing Brian with
Edward between the two of them, double-dicked and thoroughly impaled on
both hard men.  He leaned toward Darren, his arms around the man's neck.
From here, I heard him hissing his pleasure.
	"Fuck me harder you black bastard!" he moaned aloud as Brian's cock
slipped back and Darren's pushed forward.  "Yeah...oh FUCK yeah..."
	Darren obliged and held Edward's shoulders as he pounded the other
man's tight hole in conjunction with Brian's doing the same.  Edward arched
his back and moaned and I knew he was having one hell of a time.  His cock
bounced forward and threw silvery slivers of cum along Darren's dark
stomach.  It was a gooey mess and one that Edward would clean up when he
finally did spew his load.
	The other thing I noticed as my father led us into the living room
and took a seat was that Trevor had arrived and had stripped down to his
leather jockstrap.  That meant he was in the mood for heavy fucking.  Brian
was his favorite to fuck but he had done Darren once and a while too.
Edward was the double-dick target for Trevor and my father and loved it.
It was cool to watch and to take Edward's thick cock in my mouth while he
was fucked.  The man could PUMP some pre-cum, let me tell you.
	Trevor sat in a small chair opposite my father.  Beside him,
standing, was a guy a little younger than me, also practically naked
with...a collar on?  Damn. He was slender with a little bit of hair in the
center of his chest and a trail of thick, blond hair running down his
stomach.  He wore a black collar and a small strip of leather that ran from
it and into Trevor's hand.
  This was a leash.  There was no other way to describe it. The guy was
wearing a leash and Trevor was holding it.  I didn't know who the guy was
but I did know what that meant.
	"Looks like you are about to be replaced." Marcus said behind me as
we went around to the others.
	Dad didn't say anything to either of us.  I sat on the floor near
his chair as Marcus took up another of the small chairs near Trevor.
	"Oh, goddamn!" Edward swore aloud as he covered Darren's chest with
hot ropes of cum!  "That feels so fucking good up my ass!" He said as I
noticed Brian was straining his face and so was Darren.  Both men were
filling him full!
	"YEAH!" Darren swore as he arched upward and groaned.
	It was cum-city as the three of them finally got off.  Small rivers
of cum leaked out of Edward's worked over ass and I wondered who would make
a meal out of that.  One of the three of them would, that was a bet.
	"Fuck..." Edward said, standing from the couch and reaching for a
towel.  "Trev, you've got to try that. Brian is a fuck machine!"
	Trevor smiled.
	Dad stood up then and walked over to where the guy stood with
Trevor.  He slid a hand around the guy's slender throat and to my shock,
held the guy still while he kissed the fucker on the mouth, pressing his
tongue through the guy's lips instantly.  Both of them moaned, my dad from
pleasure, the other guy from surprise.  When the kiss ended, Dad wrapped
his hand around the leash and brought the guy to the center of the small
room.  Trevor stood up and adjusted his jock. He was hard...you could see
it from here.
	"Guys," Trevor said, taking the leash from Dad.  "I'd like you all
to meet Hal.  He's going to be joining us if it's alright with you."
	"Can he fuck?" Edward asked as he took Trevor's empty seat and
hooked his right leg over the side of it, openly fingering his well-fucked
and still dripping hole.  "I'm good as long as the boy can fuck."
	"Yes, he can." Trevor answered with a look at Hal.  "He fucks quite
well."
	"Oh, so you've had this new meat, huh?" Darren asked, coming around
to look at the new addition.  "Nice cock." He said, hefting the kid's stuff
up into his hand.
	"Can he blow?" Brian asked as he got up too and stood.
	"Does me every night and three times on Sunday." Trevor said with a
smile.
	"I'm alright with it." I said to them and they all looked at me.
"You guys take a lot of work.  It'd be cool to have someone to share you
all with."
	They smiled and looked back to Hal.
	"Well," Trevor said with another smile.  "I guess it's good, then.
Hal, welcome to the group...son."