Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 02:59:41 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Yard Work

Disclaimer: All characters are fictional, save that of "Robbie".  I have
permission to use his likeness, name, and all details concerning him.  Said
permission is documented and can be provided, if need be.  This is purely
fictional, any similarities between real persons/events is coincedental.

Praise or criticism can be sent to: xangel@hotmail.com and I hope you enjoy!
- Thorn


I hated yard work especially when it was our yard but today, it was the
neighbor's yard and it had been my father's idea.  I was only home from
college for the week and I really didn't want to spend it all raking leaves
or cutting hedges for cranky old Mister Roberts next door.  Because he and
my dad played racquetball on the weekends and went on those goofy paintball
missions sometimes, I guess my father thought he could loan me out for odd
jobs whenever I was available.
	I called Robbie, my friend who still lived here in this little town and
told him that I had to push back our plans for a double-feature movie
tonight.  As I hung the phone up, I finished unpacking my clothes and
changed out of my khakis and button-down shirt for some ripped up
jean-shorts and a t-shirt.  Slipping on my sandals, I went downstairs and
gathered the yard tools and some stray rags, just in case.  Heading through
the back gate of our house, I was in Mr. Roberts' yard just like that.  Best
to start right away, I guess, so I went about trimming the overgrown hedge.
	About an hour into the whole job, I heard his car drive up into the
driveway and into his garage.  I wondered what kind of mood he'd be in
today.  He wasn't always the most pleasant person to be around since him and
his wife broke up last year.  No one really knew what it was about; she just
up and moved out one night and left him.  They didn't have any kids and the
divorce was pretty quick.  Kind of like my parent's divorce with just one
snag.  My parents had me but since I was almost twenty-four, it wasn't as
prolonged and messy as it could have been if I'd been younger.  I never knew
why my parents split, either, but it wasn't really the kind of thing I
worried about.
	Mom took a job as a flight attendant and made sure she was never home
before the divorce.  I only saw her through digital cameras on the flights
and when she would message me from whatever hotel she was staying in, at the
time.
	Dad was not a workaholic father but he did have strange schedules and that
prevented him from spending a lot of time with me.  He was a plant manager
at the local factory where they recycled plastic and made it into containers
for fertilizers, the other big factory product here in town.
	I worked at the factory during the summer, so I knew how hectic Dad's job
really could be.  I didn't do anything really stressful, just sent some
stuff onto a conveyer belt.  It was tedious and pretty boring but nothing
like the headaches I knew my Dad had to put up with.  That was the main
reason I tried to be gone or out of the way when he got home.  I didn't want
to add anything to the stress.
	"Hey, David!"
	It was Mr. Roberts that snapped me out of my daydreaming.  I put the hedge
trimmers down and faced him, swiping my hands on the front of my shorts
before gripping his in a firm handshake and a greeting.
	"How's it going?" He asked, actually in a pleasant tone.  "I thought you'd
let this wait until tomorrow.  I told your dad it'd be alright if you did."
	"I just thought I'd get a head start, I kind of had plans for the night and
I wanted to get as much done as I could today."  I relented.
	"Well, if you want to go on, I'm sure we'll get this done."  He said,
looking at the work I'd already done.  "Besides, I'm off for the next two
days for holiday and I'll be out here to help you tomorrow."
	"I think I'll just get some of it done now, if that's alright."
	"Actually, David," He put in, clamping a hand onto my shoulder.  "I have
somebody coming over in about half an hour and I'd really like it if we
could come out here to eat dinner and well..."
	"Sure." I gave in, getting the idea I wasn't wanted.  "I didn't mean to
argue with you, or anything."
	"Think nothing of it."
	"Is she pretty?" I asked, taking up the trimmers and the small carrying
tray with the other things in it.
	"Who?"
	"The `somebody' you have coming over?" I said with a broad, knowing smile.
	"Yeah..." He answered.  "Quite a looker."
	After a small but polite good-bye, I was out the gate and back in my own
room, showering.  Quick towel-off and I pulled on some shorts and a nice
black shirt, slipped into my other sandals and was in my car on the way to
Robbie's house within the next half-hour.  The ride over was uneventful
except for hearing one of my favorite Alice Cooper songs on the radio.  It
wasn't a chart-burner but I liked it.
	"Well I ain't evil, I'm just good lookin'!" I sang aloud in time with the
hard driving intro.  "Starting the fire and baby start cookin'!  I'm a
hungry man and I don't want pizza!  I'll blow down your house...and then, I'm
gonna EATCHA!"
	For the first time, I actually heard the words coming out of my mouth and
from the song.  Sure, I'd sang them a hundred times before but for the first
time, I heard what they said...and I got this tingling in my groin.
	"Feed my Frankenstein, hungry for love and its feeding time!"  I shouted in
the confines of the car.
	I thought of Robbie as the song progressed.  His hair was down just past
his shoulders and hung in sandy-blond waves.  His eyes were like his mom's,
green and fiery and held a mystery to them I'd never been able to figure out
the entire 13 years that I'd known him.  He was kind of secretive and kept
to himself a lot, especially about personal things dealing with himself.
When it came to my liking guys, so did I!
	"Feed my Frankenstein!"  I continued to sing.  "...Baby, chow down!"
	I pulled into the driveway just as the song was finished and I got out and
was headed to the door before I realized that the combination of the song
and thinking about Robbie's tight basketball-driven body had given me one
hell of a boner.  Thinking it was just him and no parentals, I knocked on
the door.  Sure enough, shirtless, blond, slightly sweaty Robbie swung open
the door and smiled through a mouthful of potato chips while balancing the
phone with the side of his face and his shoulder.
	"Hey, c'mon in."  He said.  "You're early.  Nah, it's David.  We're driving
in to catch that double feature at the twelve-screener."  He went on, this
time into the phone.
	I went on inside, fell onto the couch as he walked past me into the
kitchen.  The slight smell of sweat clung to him like the small beads of
sweat that hugged the dense hair on his legs...damn, it was times like this
that I HATED shorts.  The ones he wore were super-short and hugged his
thighs.  His legs weren't perfect but they were hairy and I had a thing for
hairy legs on cute guys.
	Hell, even at my age, I had a thing for anything on a guy but hairy was my
favorite.  Robbie was one hairy little fuck.  His chest was hairy, stomach
had a nice mat of the same sandy blond hair, also.  Even his ass was covered
in a nice coating of soft, silky hair that was not too thick and not too
sparse.  I'd never felt it but I showered in his pool house enough times to
get a good look at that sweet ass and I just knew it would be silky smooth
if I ever got the chance to run my face over it.
	"Who was that?" I asked when he rejoined me in the living room, sans phone.
	"Debbie Carter."  He answered, flipping off the television.  "She wanted to
come with but I explained to her this was a `guy-home-from-college-thing'
and she said she'd just get back with me, later.
	"Are you guys seeing each other, now?" I asked, silently hoping for the
answer I got when he opened that sweet mouth of his.
	"Nope.  Just friends."
	I smiled at him as he crammed his mouth full of chips.  I'd like to cram
his mouth full of something else, I thought as I watched those rosy lips and
that glimpse of tongue as he licked the salt from the blond mustache he
sported.  A matching goatee, trimmed really closely framed his mouth
perfectly.
	"So, you just want to hang out `til the movie?" He asked, emptying the bag
of crumbs into his mouth.  "We could listen to a CD, watch a DVD or
something."
	"Why don't we strip off our clothes and ravage each other?" I blurted out,
causing even me to blush when I realized what I'd said.
	Robbie's face was unreadable as he let the bag drop from his mouth and his
hand settle into his lap.  He was stone still as he looked at me for the
longest moment.  I didn't know what to say but the silence was chilling me
to the bone.  I'd never even hinted that I liked him in that way or that I
liked ANY guy in that way and now it was clear and out there between us.
	"You'd really like that, wouldn't you?" He said after a longer moment.
	"Uh...no...you know, I was kidding." I responded, nervously.  "Really, I was
kidding.  I just kinda wigged for a minute."
	"No, you really meant that."  He said, standing up.  He dropped the bag to
the coffee table as he crossed the room to me.  "You would like to rip my
shorts down and suck my cock, wouldn't you, David?"
	"Fuck you." I said, trying to look like I was going along with the joke.
	The smell of Robbie's sweaty body was wafting over me and I couldn't move
from my position of lying on my side on the couch.  I tried to close my eyes
for a minute so that I could catch my breath but I just held them tight.  I
couldn't bear to look him in the face but I knew he was near me.
	"You're gay, aren't you, David?"  He said, his voice very near my head.
"That's why you're always backing out of double-dates and `studying' all the
time.  You're gay."
	I opened my eyes to search his face.
	His eyes were the same as they'd always been.  Strong and weakening at the
same time were those eyes.  His hair had fallen around his face and he had a
slightly odd look that I'd never seen before.  He knelt beside of the couch
and me.  His hand brushed his hair back and he smiled at me.
	"You think I'm a hottie." He said as if he were testing the waters.
"Admit it, David.  You're always checking me out.  I thought it was just my
imagination but you really are checking me out."
	"No, really, Robbie; I'm not gay.  I was really just kidding about what I
said, earlier.  I didn't mean it literally.  You know that."
	"It's no big, David."  He responded quietly, kneeling on the floor beside
of the chair I was in.  "I think I've always known that about you but it's
never come up, you know.  It's just never been a thing with us.  Nothing we
needed to have a long, drawn-out conversation over."
	"Really?" I asked.  "And you're really alright with it?"
	"Yeah."  A pause.  "Hell, yeah.  I'm more than all right with it.  I think
it's pretty fucking cool and about fucking time.  Now we don't have to fuck
around with each other's heads like we always do.  We can be upfront with
each other."
	I sat up, then.  This couldn't mean what I thought it meant could it?  Was
I hearing him, correctly?  Was he really saying what I thought he was
saying?  I searched his face as he sat down on the couch beside me and put
his hand on my bare knee.
	"We're fags, David."  He blurted out with a slight laugh.  "You and me,
best friends all of our fucking lives and we're both gay!"
	"You?"
	"Hell yes, me.  Why do you think I'm always blowing off Debbie and the
rest?"
	"But, you date...girls.  All the time."  I proposed.
	"Yeah to keep the parentals off the back!"  He laughed then.  "My mom's
always nagging about `settling down, having a family' and that jazz.  You
know how she is.  Dad just stays out of it."
	I felt the heat rising in my face.  I didn't know what to do.  I felt like
I wanted to scream and run away like a lunatic but part of me wanted to
stay.  I watched his face and nothing about it changed.  He still wore that
same concerned look and that same sweetness that I loved so much.
	His hand on my knee went up a bit and I shifted into it before I knew what
I was doing.  I didn't want to want this but my body screamed for every inch
of his bare flesh on mine that I could get.  This was what made me leap to
my feet, Robbie's wrist in my hand and my eyes locked with his.  This was
what made me babble like a mad man about having to get home and get to sleep
so that I could get up early the next day.  This action of primal wanting on
the part of one of us toward the other one was what made me practically run
to my car and speed home.
	Walking into the blackness of the house, I couldn't catch my breath even
after the ride home.  I made my way through the hallway and into the
kitchen.  As I was passing into the room, itself, I saw the light of the
refrigerator.  Thinking it was my father, I went on inside only to find a
shock.  It wasn't my father but Mr. Roberts.  Not only was it Mr. Roberts
from next door but also he was in a skimpy pair of black briefs and nothing
else.  He didn't even have on shoes.  As I saw him, he saw me.  We stood
looking at each other for the longest time with nothing between us.
	"David."  He said, holding a bottle of champagne that he'd obviously gotten
from the door.  "I...uh...was just getting this."  He stumbled, indicating the
bottle.  "Your door was open...I discussed getting this from your father
earlier..."
	"Whatever." I said, not wanting to go into it.  I knew he and Dad were
tight and that what he said was probably right.  "Just close the door on the
way out, alright."
	"Are you alright, David?" He asked.
	"I will be, thanks, Mr. Roberts."  I said, wanting to just be left alone.
	"Call me Doug."
	"Yeah, Doug." I said, then.  "I'm fine.  Thanks for asking, I guess.  I
just need to think some things over, I suppose.  Robbie and I are just..."
	I stopped, thinking I'd gone too far, already.  I didn't want to talk about
this.  It was too weird, anyway with this man standing in my kitchen in his
underwear asking me about my emotional state.  In all honesty, I just wanted
him out of here and I wanted to go to bed and maybe think about all this
tomorrow.
	"Can I help?"  Mr. Roberts...Doug said, closing the door and cutting out the
light.
	He moved to the counter where I was, putting the bottle on the island of
the kitchen and then to me.  His hand was on my shoulder, gently massaging.
I didn't mind and it felt kind of good, actually.  I didn't say anything as
his other hand went to my other shoulder and started doing the same as he
talked about being in my shoes and understanding everything I was going
through.  I sort of faded out on his words and got lost in the sensations of
my muscles easing and relaxing.  I braced myself on the counter in front of
me to keep myself standing, though.
	"Some things just run their course, you know."  He said, one of his hands
traveling around my waist to my lower stomach.  "The way you and he look at
each other, it's no wonder you finally got around to this."
	"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, trying to sound casual.
	"Of course you do, David."  Doug retorted, his hand traveling lower onto
the front of my jeans where he cupped my hardening cock.  "You and Robbie
gaze at each other as if you were about to explode if you didn't touch each
other."
	"I really don't know what you're...uh..." I started.
	"This says otherwise, David."  He said, rubbing my dick with gentle, firm
fingers.  "This says that you're thinking of him right now and wishing it
was him that was stroking your beautiful cock.  That is what you're
thinking, isn't it?"
	"Fuck yeah..." I said before I thought of what I was saying.
	"You wish it was his hand, don't you."
	"Yeah..."
	"You wish this was his hand..." Doug went on, his hand going into my jeans
and circling around my cock shaft.  "Pretend it is, then."
	I closed my eyes as his hand closed over my cock.  I saw Robbie's strong
hand beginning to stroke me with one hand as his other hand undid my jeans
the way Doug was doing.  I imagined it was his hairy legs that scratched
against mine after my pants fell to the floor, not Doug's muscular ones
that, indeed, pressed against me.  I stepped out of my pants as Doug's hand
went under my shirt to pull on my nipple.
	It was Robbie's hands all over me as I felt the beautiful pleasure my
neighbor was bringing to me.  I imagined Robbie's young, god-like body and
its soft covering of hair and the small dimples in his back just above his
sweet, rounded ass.  I imagined my face between those down-covered cheeks
and my tongue...
	"OH!" I started, feeling a warm, wet intruder between my own cheeks, then.
"Mr. Roberts...that's uh...that's my ass..."
	"So it is, my boy."  He said, his voice rich and deep in the dark of the
kitchen.  "And it's just as delicious as I'm sure the rest of you is."
	I felt his hand leave my cock for a long moment, rubbing over my left ass
cheek and his other hand part my right one from it.  His tongue circled my
twitching hole and a wild thought flooded me.  It was FUCKING AWESOME!  It
was the first time I'd had this happen and the first time I'd thought of
such a thing but something in me knew this was natural.  Something that felt
so good that my entire body shook with the pleasure couldn't be wrong, could
it?
	His tongue began to smooth out the wrinkled flesh of my hole, smoothing it,
wrinkling it more, massaging the tenderness there and driving me wild.  I
had to lean forward to grab the edge of the island to keep myself standing
as I felt my knees weaken under his oral assault.  If being a fag meant this
was the treatment you got, I was ALL for being a FAG!  I loved it!  I
reached back with one hand to try and push his head forward but to no avail.
  He was going to go at his own pace and that was fine as long as he didn't
stop what he was doing.
	His hand went to my leg and prompted me to lift it.  I did what he said,
propping it on the bar in front of me.  His mouth fastened itself to my
asshole, then.  His tongue began pushing into me, spreading me open as his
hand gripped my ass cheeks to spread them, as well.  I heard myself moan
with every lash of his tongue and knew that I was leaking from my cockhead
like a faucet.  It was pooling in the floor at my feet and I knew it.  I
didn't care...
	"God, Mr. Roberts...you done this before?"  I asked with a ragged breath.
	"Many times, David." He said, putting the tip of his finger at my hole.
"And call me Doug.  If I'm gonna rim your hole, you can at least call me by
my first name."
	He chuckled a little.
	"Rim?  What's that?"
	"This is rimming, boy." He said, putting his mouth back to my hole.  His
tongue snaked inside of me and began writhing inside me.
	"DAMN!" I moaned, shaking from my head to my toes.  "Keep doing it, Doug."
	I pushed back, then.  I wanted him deep into my ass with that magic tongue.
  I was feeling wave after wave of pleasure ripping through my body.  I
tried to open my asshole up more by bringing my leg farther up onto the
island.  I reached back to pull my cheeks farther open.  His hand left it
and grabbed my cock, milking me.  That was what I needed to start bucking
toward his face.  I had to have more of that tongue.
	"Easy, baby."  He said, standing behind me, then.  "You never have done any
of this before, have you?"
	"No." I managed, still weak as he pressed himself against me.
	I could feel the wetness of his briefs against my ass and I knew that he
was doing the same thing I was...leaking precum like a waterfall.  That
thought turned me on even more.  I'd never seen him as sexual but my mind
went back to all those times he'd been out in the yard and I'd caught
glimpses of a pretty toned body.  He was pretty hairy as I felt it on my
back and lower.  His arms were hairy as they encircled me.  He was
clean-shaven, I noticed as he nuzzled my ear, biting my earlobe slightly.
	"I can teach you so much!"  He whispered, his voice raspy.  "Do you want to
learn, David?  You want to learn about man-love from a real man?"
	"....." I couldn't find the words.  GOD, how I wanted more of his tongue.
	"Doug!"  I heard, then, my body going rigid with the sound of my father's
voice from the front part of the house and coming closer.  "I thought you
were just popping over for that champagne.  What's taking so..."
	He rounded the corner and switched on the light of the room just in time to
see us standing together, me naked from the waist down with my cock leaking
all over the floor and Doug's hairy body pushed up against me.
	"...long."  He finished, shocked at the sight.
	Then it was my turn to be shocked as I noticed that he was naked except for
his usual white briefs.  No shoes, even.  As I looked at him, the pieces all
fell into place.  All the racquetball, the late nights being gone and now
Mr. Robert's telling me about a `guest' he had over...goddamn...my dad and Mr.
Roberts were lovers....they were fucking each other...they were both...gay!

PART 2

	"I see you've met my son."  Dad said, coming around the island.  "David."
	"We've met before, Stephen."  Doug said, then, casualness in his voice.
	"Uh...Dad..." Was all I could manage.
	"Just like the old man, huh, Dave?"  He said, chuckling.  "I thought so.
What happened to you being at Robbie's tonight?  I'd have thought he'd have
kept you pretty busy, if you get my meaning."
	I couldn't believe how fucking casual this whole thing was.  I broke away
from Mr. Roberts, pulled my pants up and looked at the two of them from a
bit of a distance.  I couldn't believe it when they closed the gap between
them, locking their arms behind one another.  My dad's smooth body was dark
and tan, a contrast to Mr. Roberts' own.  I had to remind myself to stay
focused.  I was angry.  They'd lied to me!
	"What the FUCK!"   I said, loudly.  "You didn't tell me any of this shit
was going on!  Is this why Mom left?  HIM?"
	"Calm down, David."  Dad said in that voice he used on me when I was three.
	"Calm down, my ass, Dad!" I shouted back.  "You were fucking the neighbor
and Mom found out about it, didn't she?"
	"Actually, your mother and Mr. Robert's wife were the ones fucking each
other long before Doug and I even kissed for the first time."  Dad said with
all seriousness.  "She left me, son.  I turned to Doug for comfort and we
found we had more in common than either of us knew at the time and things
just sort of..."
	"Went on from there."  Doug finished for him.
	"Fuck."  I said, not know what else to say.  "God...Mom's a lesbian."
	"Yep."  Dad answered, unnecessarily.  "I meant to tell you another way,
David."
	He moved to me, taking me into his arms as I felt the tears stream down my
face.  What the hell was I crying for?  I didn't get it.  I was upset a long
time ago when Mom first left and I really thought I was way over the whole
thing.  I guess I wasn't, I realized as I began to sob!  My shoulders
dropped as I fell against my father.  His arms held me like they had all my
life.
	His skin felt so hot under my face.  I wrapped my arms around him and let
it all out.  Over three years worth of frustration at building tension
between them, strange feelings about myself and uncertainty over a lot of
what was going on all came out, then.  I cried, sobbed and blubbered like a
baby for what felt like twenty minutes.  As I looked up at him, my father's
eyes were warm and comforting.  He kissed my forehead.  He kissed my left
cheek.  He kissed my right cheek.  He gently pressed his lips to mine.
	"Dad..." I said, opening my mouth even as his covered mine; an awkwardness
seeping into me that I didn't exactly mind.  "I...uh...this is...it feels..."
Again, I couldn't find my voice on the whole thing.
	"Relax, David."  He said, holding me tenderly, pressing himself against me.
  "Let Daddy show you something."
	I relented, melting into his arms.  Something in me shouted, NO!  Something
else in me welcomed the strong gentleness of his mouth as his lips caressed
mine and his hands held me against him.  My arms went from his waist to the
middle of his back, the smooth skin there feeling like silk under my
fingers.  The strangest thing of the entire scene playing itself out was the
idea that this man kissing me had brought me into this life and had done it
with the same hard cock that was pressing against my stomach now.
	"David...are you alright with this?"  He said, backing away a bit.
	"I am..." I said, surprised at myself.  "I really am, Dad."
	I leaned forward, bringing us back together for another long kiss, my
tongue slipping in between his lips, this time.  I held his back, pressed
myself against him with such fierceness that I thought I'd break one of us.
My lips moved on his and I felt his tongue brush mine.  A shock ran through
my body at this slight contact and I looked for it again, searching his
mouth with my tongue.  When I found it, I massaged it with my own, moaning
loudly as I did.  I was in pure ecstasy as his hands picked that moment to
travel my back to cup my firm ass.  My tongue lunged at his with a renewed
fervor.
	To me, there was no one else in the room or on the planet but my father and
myself.  No one else mattered as this man who gave me life taught me one of
the greatest joys of it...kissing.
	"God, Dad." I managed to breathe when the kiss finally ended.  "That was
unfucking believable!"
	"It gets better."  He said with a twinkle in his eye.  "Look, David, I want
you to be perfectly alright with this before things get out of hand.  I want
to know that you're really okay with us...you know...fooling around like this."
	"I thought I'd be weirded out by it." I said, truthfully.  "The thought and
all but now that its happened, now that I'm standing here with your dick
gouging me in the stomach and my own cock hard as a mother fucking rock, I'm
alright with it."
	"Good."  Was all he responded with before he hoisted me up in the air,
planting his hands on my ass to support me.  "There is a world of things
Doug and I have been dying to show you."
	It was then, as I wrapped my hairy legs around my father's smooth hips that
I remembered that there was another person in the room with us.  Doug moved
to the island as my father placed me up on it.  He was behind us as my dad's
hands roamed my chest and stomach and finally settled on my nipples.  He
pulled them both at the same time with almost equal pressure.
	"You are a good looking boy, son."
	"Thanks."
	"Nice body and great nipples."  Doug chimed in.
	"You and Robbie really haven't done anything together?"  Dad asked, his
mouth teasing my chest a bit.  "He really is quite the little hottie, too,
you know.  I'll bet he's a wild little fucker just from the way he acts."
	"He can be." I said, remember all the trouble he always got into.  "I don't
know what he's like in bed, though.  I just know he's a little wild..."
	"I'll bet you'd like to find out, though, wouldn't you?" Doug said, his
hands on my waist and his mouth on my shoulders, lightly kissing the skin
there just below the nape of my neck.  "You almost broke the sound barrier
getting out of here today to go see him.  I'll bet he was glad to see you."
	"Dad, I was so freaked when he told me he was a fag."  I blurted out.  "I
freaked and left like I was on fire or something.  He must feel shitty."
	"He told you he was gay?"
	"Yeah." I mumbled, dropping my head.  "I couldn't tell him I was.  I don't
know why but I just couldn't tell him that..."
	"That you like having a man touch you."  Dad said, his hands pulling on my
nipples.  "That you like having a man's tongue in your mouth."
	"Or up your ass?"  Doug interjected, mouthing my earlobe.
	"Fucker..." I teased as my cock strained against my jeans.  "Dad...you and Doug
are really starting to turn me on again."
	"Stephen, I think you might need to take care of your son."  Doug said, his
hands dropping to my jeans, opening them and working the zipper down.
	"Yeah, I can see that."  Dad said, eyeing my dick.  "Get down from there
and take those jeans off, son."
	I did as he said, stripping my shirt off, also.  As I stood there, naked
and hard as fuck the idea of my father and his lover working me over made my
throbbing cock strain that much harder.  Doug moved in around me as my
father hefted my dick into his hand.  He smiled at me and I smiled back,
knowing what was going through his mind.  I'd always wondered if we were
alike in that way.  I knew from his smile that we were.  There was no doubt
that was what he was smiling about.
	Doug's mouth was on my shoulders as my father's mouth pressed against my
lips.  He kissed me long and hard as Doug's mouth traveled along my spine to
the crevice of my ass again.  His hands spread me apart as my father's
tongue pried my lips apart.  As my father's tongue was spearing my own,
Doug's talented member was licking around and around my asshole, causing me
to moan and thrust my ass toward him.  My dad's arms held me tight and I
held onto his strong back like I was drowning and I guess in a way, I was.
I couldn't breathe for a moment from all the intense pleasure my body was
feeling.  Two mouths, experienced in the ways of pleasuring a man working me
over and all I could do was stand here and soak it all up.
	"Kneel down, son."  Dad said to me, pushing me gently away from him.
"Kneel for Daddy."
	Something about the tone in his voice and the way he said "Daddy" made me
want to instantly obey.  I did as he said, seeing Doug stand up from behind
me.  My neighbor took up a position just behind my father as my Dad put his
hands firmly on his hips and stood with his muscular legs apart.  He looked
down at me and I met his gaze with a sureness I'd never known before.  I
knew this was what I wanted and he knew it too.  We were not on shaky
ground, at all.
	"Take down my shorts."  He said, his voice warm and washing over me like
water.  "Do it easily and slowly."
	I did as he said, taking the waistband in my hands and lowering them to the
floor where he stepped gingerly out of them.  I laid them to the side and
waited for my next command as Doug smiled at me.  I watched my father's
giant cock start to stir in its thicket of dark hair and a shock of
something shot through my entire body.  I was on fire at the thought of this
being my own father.  I should have felt guilty, ashamed and horrified I
thought but I didn't.
	"Take it in your hand."  He said to me, knowing I knew what he meant.
	I did as he said, the spongy flesh of his cockhead hardening for me as I
gripped it softly but firmly.  It throbbed to life as I held it, blood
engorging its every thick vein until I could feel it pulsing in my hand with
what seemed like a life of its own.  God but my body ached with the desire
of this moment.  Just holding him was like a forest fire ripping through my
crotch.
	"Kiss it, baby."
	I looked up at him for a moment to see if I'd heard him, correctly.  He
nodded that I had and I bent again to do as he asked.  My lips softly
touched the head of the mighty thing and I thought I'd burst my load right
then.  The idea that what I was doing was `wrong' thrilled me beyond
anything I'd felt before.  I knew that it was something that most people
would retch at the sight of but I found it oddly exciting and appealing.
	"Do you like it, son?" He asked me, his hand caressing my head as he spoke.
	"Mmmmm." I answered, fixing my mouth to the head.
	"I didn't hear you."
	"Yes, father." I said, dutifully.  "I like to kiss your..."
	"Say it..." Doug prompted, then, his hand falling to my father's waist and
then lower to cup his ass.  "Say the word...what is it that you like, boy?"
	"Cock..." I heard myself say.  "I like to kiss your cock."
	"I know you do, son."  Dad said, his hand still caressing me.  "Show me
just how much you like it.  Take the head into your mouth.  Be careful and
watch those teeth.  If you use them, do it gently.  Scrape the head ever so
slightly as you let it slide from your mouth, tease the flesh with your
teeth."  He went on.  "C'mon, baby boy...make daddy's dick feel real good with
that sweet mouth of yours."
	His words were like the soft whispers of air that fanned the flames of
desire in the pit of my stomach and the arch of my groin.  I thrust my body
toward him, unsure of what that gesture would accomplish.  It thrilled me to
take my father's cockhead into my open mouth and slide it inside until I
couldn't take anymore.  I smiled on the inside and shouted silently with
happiness.  The soft moan that came from his lips prompted me to look up.
When I did, I saw his ruggedly handsome face smiling at me and the thumb and
forefinger of Doug's right hand twisting at his left nipple.
	"Harder, Douglas."  Dad moaned as I let his cock slide from my mouth.  "My
son's sucking the shit out of my prick and you're driving me crazy playing
around."
	I thought I would cum right there for the second time since this all
started.  My father's deep voice booming through the kitchen was sexy enough
but when you added the words to it all it was ten times better.  I reached
down and began to stroke myself as I set up the same rhythm on the cock in
my mouth.  I scraped the head gently every other time as I sucked it hard.
On the way down the shaft, I let my lips caress the tender flesh and on the
way up, my tongue cradled it.  I was moaning with the pleasure of it, and my
hand on my cock.  When I saw my father and Doug kissing, I felt another
surge of pleasure.  It was totally hot to watch and I felt even
more...naughty.  Taking cocksucking direction from my father was even moreso.
	"Son, that's enough."  He said, then.  "I want you to do something else for
me, now.  Stand up."
	I did as he asked.  He went around to the side of the island and pulled the
stool from under it.  He climbed onto the stool as Doug went around the
island to face him.  I wasn't following what was going on but I should have.
  I wasn't stupid but I felt it as I watched them setting themselves up.  My
father knelt on the stool, supporting himself on his elbows as he leaned
across the island.  Doug tugged on his nipples and my his face revealed the
intense pleasure the man brought him in this simple gesture.  Doug kissed
him passionately for a long moment.
	"Put your hands on my ass, boy."  Dad said, then.  "Caress me there...fondle
me and touch me until you're comfortable."
	I rounded my hands over his ass, feeling the hair under my hands and the
way it tickled between my fingers.  I listened to him moan as Doug's tongue
entered his mouth and felt the clenching of his ass under my hands.  He was
a living muscle, it seemed to me the way his ass tensed and relaxed under
me.
	"Now pull my cheeks apart until you see my sweet asshole smiling back at
you."  He instructed.  "And when you do, baby boy, kiss daddy there.  Kiss
me long and sweet like Uncle Doug kissed you, earlier.  Put that hard, wet
tongue on my pucker and wet me down good with it.  Make love to my manhole,
boy."
	Without any encouragement, I attacked my father's sweet hole.  My tongue
swirled, pushed, licked and flicked at his pinkness.  I sucked on the sweet,
soft skin and pushed inside.  I pulled him apart with my hands and shoved my
face deep between his sweaty asscheeks and breathed deeply the scent of MAN.
  I sucked the skin out, biting it a bit and let it go to bathe it in my
spit and my desire for my father's wet hole.  I let up a second to see it
glisten in the faint kitchen light and was on it again, my teeth biting at
him, my tongue easing the pain from the bite.  I was eating my dad's hole
and I knew from the way he was groaning that Doug was twisting the shit out
of his nipples.
	"Yeah, son!"  Dad moaned, then, his hips bucking up wildly to me.  "Suck my
hole out...lick it around good and deep...facefuck my asshole with your
tongue...just like that, boy!"  He encouraged verbally while his body shoved
his hairy hole toward me.  "Slide it in, boy!  Give me that tongue..."
	"How about it, Stephen?"  I heard Doug say and took a moment to look up.
	My neighbor was on the island, his legs spread madly and his cock sliding
along my father's cheek.  He was smiling and rubbing Dad's face with his
other hand.  Finally, dad's mouth opened and the man slid his beautiful
prick into it.  Moan after moan came from each man, then, as I continued
bathing the hot hole in front of me with enough spit to float a small
battleship.  I felt his hand on the back on my head and pulling me closer.
I did as he prompted and pushed my tongue even deeper, generating a deeper
moan from him and from Doug.
	"Fuck this!"  My father shouted, then.  "I need some ass!"
	He pulled away from me and took his mouth away from Doug.  I stood up as
Dad got off the stool.  He came around to the side to where Doug still knelt
on the counter and pushed the man onto his hands and knees.  He smiled at
me, as did Doug.
	"Pay attention, son."  Dad said, taking Doug's hips into his hands.  "It's
gonna be your turn soon enough and I want you to know what to expect."
	I thought I did as I watched my Dad get onto the stool and hold onto Doug's
suddenly writhing hips.  I watched anxiously as his cock settled into the
crack of Doug's ass and his hands roamed the other man's back.
	"Your father is about to fuck my ass royally, boy."  Doug said, bracing
himself on the side of the counter.  "He's putting that...uh...head into me,
now."
	I watched Dad's face as he moved and Doug's run-down of what was happening
to him continued, my cock hardened all the more.  Doug's hands clamped down
harder on the surface of the thing as Dad's hips moved forward a bit more.
A sharp intake of air from my neighbor told me that he was being filled up.
The thought that this would soon be happening to me thrilled me!
	"Oh God, but its all the way in me, now..."  Doug moaned with a wide smile.
	"Now, you fuck yourself on my hard prick!"  Dad said, slapping Doug's ass
soundly with the back of his hand.  "Fuck that sweet ass on my pole!"
	I watched as my neighbor's body shook with pleasure and he pushed himself
back onto my Dad's hard cock.  It was making me ooze pre-cum like a faucet
and it was all I could do to keep from taking my prick in my hands and
spraying my load all over the kitchen.  I maintained myself as I watched
Doug's eyes close in pleasure as he pushed his hips back and pulled them
forward in a hypnotic rhythm.
	"Doug's an excellent fuck, son!"  Dad told me, putting his hands on his ass
as Doug fucked himself on my father's prick.  "He does the BEST imitation of
a Hoover I've ever seen!  Get up on that counter and let him show you."
	I did as he said and knelt on the countertop of the island with my dick
inches from the man's face.  He smiled up at me as he took it into his hand.
  I thought he was going to drool right there as he looked at it and
actually licked his lips.  He looked over his shoulder at my dad for a
second and my dad nodded for him to go on with what he was going to do to
me.  I was all for it as I grabbed the back of his neck and pushed my hips
forward a little bit.
	"You're gonna like that, aren't you?"  Dad asked.
	"A little piece of Stephen to suck on while a BIG piece of Stephen fucks my
hole!"  Doug answered, swallowing the head of my dick, then.
	I couldn't believe the softness as he sucked me off.  I couldn't believe
how my dad really got into this.  He grabbed Doug's hips and took the
fucking over!  He slammed into my neighbor and every time he did, Doug's
talented tongue slipped over me and sucked harder.  I was holding onto his
head with handfuls of hair and tugging him forward so I could shove my cock
deeper into him.
	"Yeah, Dad!" I cheered him on.  "Fuck him...just like you're gonna fuck me!"
	That seemed to do something else to my father, then.  He looked up at me
and as his eyes locked with mine, something seemed to explode between us.
He sneered at me in a way I'd never seen before but that made my cock throb
in Doug's mouth like it never had before.  Dad pulled out of Doug's snug ass
and shoved the man to the side with a snarl.  Doug looked non-plused, for
the moment, and then smiled as he saw Dad reach for me and pull me to him
after hooking his arm around my waist.
	"You want this, don't you, boy?"  Dad asked me, indicating in no uncertain
terms that he was talking about his cock.  "You wanted this for the longest
time, haven't you, little pervert!"  He continued, pulling my legs apart as
he sat me on the edge of the counter.  "You probably jerked off thinking
about it, haven't you?"
	"No..." I started as he shoved me down on the island.
	"Fucking liar!"  He said, grabbing my cock in one hand as he pushed his way
between my legs and hooking them around his waist with the other hand.  "You
stroked this cock many a morning thinking of doing just what you're doing
now, haven't you?  Thinking of you old man's cock ripping into that
boy-hole...like a hot knife through boy-butter, haven't you?"
	I felt my dick give me away as he talked.  It pulsed like a lie detector in
his hands.  I turned beet-red as Dad kept on talking as he put the head to
my hole.  I grabbed the sides of the counter, as I knew what was coming.  I
remembered the look on Doug's face and knew that this was going to hurt.  I
met my dad's gaze, though and didn't lose sight of his eyes the whole time
he was sliding his cockmeat into my ass and I was gritting my teeth to keep
from screaming from the pain.  I was determined to take him ALL and not
whimper about something I'd wanted from the time I could think of what
fucking was.
	My mouth clamped down and my hands gripped hard as white-hot pain tore
through my ass like nothing I'd ever seen before.  I felt like I was going
to die as he buried his thick cock into my bowels.  His hand gripped my own
dick tight as he did this.  He smiled at me and bent to gently bite and kiss
my neck as his other hand went under me to hug me to him.  He had plunged
into me and was now holding himself perfectly still inside me; he was
allowing my body a chance to adjust to him.
	He bent down to me, then.  His face was mere inches from mine and I thought
he would kiss me.  That wasn't the case and I was pleasantly surprised when
his mouth took my earlobe in it and began to gently chew on it.  I was even
more surprised when he let it go and began to fill my ear with a stream of
raunch that made my cock ooze like a spring in his fist as he held me.
	"You nasty little fuck!" He said, rasping in my ear.  "Your sick little
prick throbs every time I mention anything about sticking my hard Daddy-dick
anywhere near your hungry little slut-hole, doesn't it?"
"It's about time I fucked that whore-hole of yours, isn't it?  Good thing
for you that I watched that round little ass bob and sway for so long so I
built up a healthy hunger for it, huh?"  He said, his hand torturing my
right nipple between us.  "You been wanting the fucking of your life by your
old man's hot prick, haven't you?  Now, that's just what you're gonna get
and by god, you're gonna either beg for more...or beg me to stop!"
	I couldn't say anything at first.
	"Yeah, I am!" I said, finally.  "I'm gonna beg to feel it!  I'm gonna beg
you to make me feel that sweet dick all the way into my throat as you fuck
the living shit out of me; now stop talking about it and DO IT!  FUCK ME
hard with that manmeat!"
	My reaction seemed to shock him, at first.  Then, Dad took my hips in his
hands and drew his dick out to the head.  He looked me right in the eye and
slammed home!  I couldn't help it this time and the pain-filled scream tore
from my throat to echo on the walls of the kitchen.  I thought I wouldn't be
able to take more as he drew out and slammed me again.  The pain was just as
real but not quite as intense.  Each time he did this, the pain seemed to
leave me to be exchanged for a dull ache that was eventually a bittersweet
throbbing in the ring of muscle my father stretched with every beautiful
thrust.  I was holding to his hips with my legs and urging him to fuck me
harder in no time, flat.
	"My son's ass is hungrier for cock than yours is, Doug!"  Dad said as he
set up a steadiness in me.  "He holds onto me for dear life!"
	"Boy knows what he wants, Stephen."  Doug returned, moving onto the counter
near my head.  "Just give him what he wants."
	The huge bulbous head of Doug's cock was slick with precum as he straddled
my head, his hairy ass mere inches from my face.  I leaned forward and
touched the dark crevice with my tongue and he moaned.  I reached up to pull
his sweet ass apart and plunged my tongue home with a mind-shattering
hardness and quickness that made the man curse aloud and bury my tongue in
his hole as he shoved himself onto me!
	"He's rimming the fuck out of my ass!"  Doug yelled, then.  "I can't
fucking believe the mouth on this boy!  He can suck the hell out of my cock
and now his tongue's whipping my asshole into a frenzy!"
	"That's it, son!"  Dad encouraged as he slammed his meat into me, deeper
each time he thrust.  "Fuck his ass with your tongue while I'm fucking YOUR
ass with my hard cock!"
	All I could do was moan my acceptance of my father's orders and grind both
my tongue deeper into Doug's hot hole and my hips farther onto my father's
hot rod!  I worked both like I'd never done before.  Doug moaned, my father
moaned and I moaned in time with both of them as I was both fucker and
fuckee and loving both roles!  My father's hands dug into my hips and Doug's
ass smothered me.  Every breath I took smelled of manscent and every
movement I made drove Dad's cock deeper into me!  Either way I went I was
faced with COCK or ASS and I was in fag-heaven!  It was in that moment of
sucking ass and having my own ass plowed royally by a cock of epic
proportions that I admitted lovingly that I was gay!!!
	I moaned again under them both and I felt the weight of Doug's body against
my face lift.  I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me, his cock
fisted firmly in his hand and pumping it furiously.  His eyes were closed
and his head was thrown back.  His ass clenched over and over again.
	"AWWW, SON!"  Dad yelled then, holding my hips to him.  "I'm gonna fuckin'
fill that HOLE!"  He shouted, and then bucked his hips wildly into me.  "You
know what that means, boy!  I'm CUMMING!  I'm cumming and filling your sweet
hole with all the daddy-load you got coming to you!"
	"Jesus, DAD..." I returned.  "Don't just tease me with it, DO it, already!
Cum for me, Dad!!!  Fill my ass with it all, Dad!"  I was moaning and
thrashing under him, clawing at his back to hold him to me.  "Make it burn
deep in my ass!  I want to feel every drop coat my hole!"
	My dad's fingers dug deep into my ass as he pounded me, lifting me up off
the counter edge to hold me still.  He slammed home over and over again as
his cock erupted in my asshole.  I felt the first blast fired into me all
the way up my spine.  It was like electrical current as I felt it.  The
second blast jarred me as it splashed up in me.  I could feel it coating my
insides, pushing gently against my prostate as Dad's dickhead rubbed me
there, too!
	"OH, DADDY!" I moaned in his hands.  "I can FEEL it!  I can feel you
CUMMING IN ME!"
	Just then, we were sprayed with the warm goo from Doug's spewing cock!  It
was like sweet rain from heaven as his hot mess spattered my face and chest
and I heard him moaning like ecstatic thunder!  He was like a lion roaring
as he shot his load all over my dad and myself.  As I looked up at him, I
saw him standing on the island above me, legs spread surely apart with one
hand cupping his ass and the other pumping his rod.  His head was down and
he met my gaze head on.  He smiled as I opened my mouth and he
aimed^×unsuccessfully, though, toward it.  The pearldrop hit my cheek,
instead.
	"FUCK, Stephen!"  He said, then, reaching for my father's face to bend and
kiss his lips.  "Your boy looks HOT like that...sweaty and filled with your
cum..."
	"He IS!"  Dad said, letting his cock slide from my ass.  "He is, indeed!"
	He stepped back and Doug sat down behind me, slipping my head into his lap.
  He rubbed the still-warm cum from my cheek and I saw him lick it from his
fingers.  He did the same to my chest and offered the sample to my dad, who
licked it clean.  He smiled down at me.  I knew the next words from his
mouth before he said them.  I almost answered him before he asked:  "Think I
could have a go at that ass?"
	"Fuck me as well as my dad did and you can have a go any time you like."  I
answered.  "Any...time."  I repeated, wiggling around to stress my new need
for cock.
	"What the fuck!"  I heard from the door of the kitchen, then.  I turned to
see ROBBIE standing in the doorway, a horrified look on his face.

PART 3

	"Robbie?"  I started, scrambling to stand, at least.
	"You won't even kiss me..." He started.  "But you let your DAD...fuck you?"
	"Robbie, it's not like that..." I said, finally able to stand.  "I was..."
	"Getting his sweet hole plowed but good."  Dad interjected then.  "You
should try it, Robert."
	Before Robbie could say anything, my Dad had crossed the kitchen slowly but
deliberately and took the back of Robbie's neck in his hand to bring his
face close.  He smiled at my friend and took the fullness of Rob's shorts in
his hand.  He brought their faces closer and I knew for sure they were going
to kiss when my friend drew back a little.  Then, he broke out of my Dad's
hold.
	"No thanks!"  He said, pushing against my father.  "I don't do that."
	"Come on..." Dad said, stepping a bit closer, forcing Robbie into the fridge.
  "Of course you do.  And if you didn't, what better time to start than when
someone is willing and able to teach you."
	"I'm not going to let you fuck me." He stated firmly.
	"Not me, Robert."  Dad said, bracing his arm in the doorway to corner the
guy.
	Dad turned and looked at me, then.  I looked from him to Robbie to Doug,
oddly, and then back to Dad.  My father nodded and motioned for me to come
to him.  I found my legs and did as my father gestured.  I walked awkwardly
to where they stood and felt the strong hand on my shoulder and saw my
father's other on Robbie's.  He brought us together and stepped back.
	"Dude..."  Robbie started.  "This isn't what I had in mind.  I just wanted to
talk about earlier and..."
	"It's alright."  I said, feeling strange.  "I...was a jerk."
	"Kiss him, son.  Show him you mean what you're saying."  Dad prompted.
	I leaned forward and kissed him.  I don't know where I found the courage to
do what I'd always wanted to do.  My arms wrapped around him and I held him
to me as my lips moved over his.  Pent up frustration and passion for him
exploded in that kiss and I was pulling him with me.  I could tell as he
held me in return and his tongue slid between my lips.  I felt his body
pressing against me and I took in a deep breath.
	"I've wanted this for so long."  I moaned as I pulled at his shirt.
	"Me too!"  He said, raising his arms to let me take it off of him.
	I looked at his bare chest and put my hands in the hair there to feel him.
It was beautiful.  I looked to my father and he smiled.  He moved in behind
Robbie and took up the same act as I was engaged in.  His hands settled on
Robbie's nipples and he began to pull a little on each one as I smiled at my
friend.  Robbie's head fell back against my dad's chest and a small moan
came from him.  I slid to my knees as Doug joined us, his hands on Robbie's
furry stomach.  I pulled the blue shorts from my friend and threw them aside
before lifting his beautiful dick.
	"Oh, Rob."  I said, taking in the hardening tool I held.  "It's beautiful."
	It really was.  It was average sized and thickening.  A periwinkle vein ran
its length and his head was a nice plum color.  I stuck my tongue to the
head and the salty taste of his pre-cum was my reward for being so forward.
	"Take him slowly, son."  Dad said from above me.  "Let me watch you blow
your friend, baby boy."
	I looked up at my father and slid Robbie's sweet cockhead into my mouth.  I
inched my head forward, swallowing it all as I looked at him.  Robbie was
lost in my Dad's twisting of his nipples and Doug's rubbing his stomach.
His hands went to my head as I swallowed his cock and I knew he must be in
heaven at the attention.  I knew how my father's mouth felt on me and I knew
Doug had a way with his hands.  I wished then, that I could be on both ends
of this.  I wished that I could be on the receiving end of my father and his
friend's attentions and giving his friend his own brand of attentions.
	"That's it..." Dad cooed above me as I swallowed Robbie's cock.  "Take him
all down that sweet throat."
	"You've really had your own son suck your dick?"  Rob asked above me.
	"Sure..." Dad answered, his voice jarring me sexually.  "His hot mouth
caressed my cock like the sweetest lover you can imagine and he sucks like a
Hoover gone mad.  His tongue slides over your head like silk and you slide
down his hot throat the same way.  It's...ecstasy!"
	"FUCK!"  Rob said, then, my mouth buried in his pubes, my tongue swirling
around and around his head as I swallowed again and again, my throat
massaging his cock.  "Awwww, man...much more of that and I'll cum...I've been
hard ever since you left earlier.  I thought about jerkin' off but now, I'm
glad I didn't..."
	I looked up into his eyes and my hands traveled all over his furry body.
My eyes told him that this was exactly what I wanted earlier and that it was
more than what I'd hoped for now.  I thought of what he'd said and conveyed
the message that I wanted everything he could give me.  To emphasize this
point, I begin to suck harder on him, bobbing my face faster and faster into
his crotch.  My tongue massaged his shaft with every downward pass and my
lips are clamped tightly to him for maximum suction.
	"God," Robbie moaned under me and grabbed my head.  I knew what he wanted
but held back.  I took it slow and easy even as his body convulsed above me.
  "Please...somebody do something."
	My father obliged and moved around on the floor, sitting down, spreading
his legs wide so that his beautiful cock pointed up like a third leg.  He
smiled at me as I let my friend's solid fuckshaft slip from my mouth.  I
smiled back as he waved me over.  I followed, giving Robbie's cock a final
lick with my tongue.  I stood over my father for the slightest moment,
thinking he was about to do the same for me as I'd done for Robbie.  He
reached up and took my hand, pulling me to the floor with him.
	"Hook your legs over my own, son."  He instructed and I did as he said,
moving in as close as I could.  When our cocks touched, it was electric.
"Robert, come here."  He went on, motioning.  "Straddle us."
	Robbie did as he was told and soon that beautiful cock was in my face.  He
sighed as I leaned forward and began to suck it again, filling my mouth with
it and handling his balls as if they were precious treasures.  I felt my
dad's hands over mine as I began caressing Robbie's hairy legs.  Robbie's
moans were thunderous as I figured my father was rimming him from behind.
	"Farther!"  Robbie moaned.  "Put that tongue up my ass farther!"  He said,
confirming my suspicions.  "PLEASE...suck me harder, guys!"
	That request pulled a moan from my father that shook me.  His legs tensed
and Robbie's hands dug into my hair, pulling my head tight to his crotch.  I
sucked and licked, breathing in his heady scent of man.  I heard Doug behind
me and in mid-sentence of asking me to fuck my face with his cock, Robbie's
mouth was covered by him.  My father moaned again and I felt Robbie's knees
buckle a bit.  I knew from wonderful experience how Doug's tongue was
fucking the inside of my friend's mouth.
	"Damn, boy."  I heard my father as I took in another breath laden with
pubic musk.  "You've got a really sweet ass, Robert.  I'm going to put
something in that hole now, boy.  Something long, sweet and warm...something
you're going to beg me to take out.  You're going to beg long and hard for
me to take it out."
	I leaned back and felt Doug's hands on my shoulders.  He was massaging me
steadily and easily.  I watched as my father's hands ran along Robbie's
furry legs and held his hips to pull him into a squatting position.  My cock
jumped along my dad's as he gripped us together.
	"Douglas, the condom."  He said, warmly.
	He pulled the tight latex over the two of us...  I jumped at the contact and
knew then, what he was planning.  Doug brought over a familiar can and the
red word "Crisco" was clear as day.  I watched my dad slick up our
condom-covered cocks with one practiced hand and Robbie's beautiful hole
with the others.  I was on fire with some sort of pent up need to push into
a warm asshole and I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather have my
fuckstick in than Robbie.
	"Now, ease down, my boy."  Dad said, leaning in and taking one of my
nipples.  Doug took the other and they twisted.  "Open your sweet boychute
and take in my baby's cock and mine."  He went on.  "We're going to fill
your sweetness with our big, club dicks and we're going to fuck you long and
hard with them."
	"And oh, how you're going to like it."  Doug said, twisting my nipple and
kissing Robbie's full lips.
	I was surprised to see Robbie's head nod in agreement and see his ass begin
to lower onto my Dad and me.  His hands gripped my shoulders and I knew how
he felt.  He was going to be full of manmeat and his ass was going to be
stretched as far as it had ever been.  But part of me was jealous.  I wanted
it to be me.  I had to be honest with myself that I wanted my dad to be
fucking me.  I'd beg for it, I'd plead him to pound my hole like I was a
common whore.
	"Yeah..."  Robbie moaned as he lowered himself.  "GODAMMIT!"  He swore, the
word oozing from his throat like warm butter over toast.  "You both better
fuck me good, boys.  I haven't had this and I'm needy..."
	I leaned forward and smiled at him as I felt myself sliding into him and my
father's firm manhood press and throb on me.  I held onto Robbie and felt my
father's slick cock against my own through the plastic sheathes we both
wore.  Robbie's breath came in long, steady streams through clenched teeth
as he took us both into his sweet hole.  Doug stood beside us, smiling
warmly and massaging my father's shoulders and mine.  I missed his hands on
my nipples.
  	My friend's body slid down between us and as his hole filled, I knew he
was in pure ecstasy.  I was so envious of him as he began to ride us both
like a stallion.  I looked to my father and his body had fallen back a bit
and his hands roamed Robbie's hairy body.  My own hands held Robbie's hip
and twisted a bit on his right nipple.  I smiled as Doug's mouth covered
Robbie's.  I knew that sweet tongue was swirling against my friend's at this
moment.  It was gentle and probing and prying those lips apart like an
expert.  His hands held Robbie's upper chest as my father and I were fucking
him together.  The long veins of my father's prick throbbed against my own
and I was in heaven as my dick throbbed in time with his.
	"GODAMMIT!"  Robbie shouted, his hand taking his cock and stroking it along
with the way we fucked him.  "I'm gonna FUCKING CUM!"  He shouted, his one
hand on his cock and the other hand on my chest.  "FUUUUCK!"  He exclaimed
and his load flew from his sweet mushroom head like a firehose, spraying my
face and upper chest!
	Luckily, I got some on my lip and could lap it up with ease.
	Robbie surprised me and jumped up off our dicks, slipping to the floor with
catlike agility and he took the condom off us, freeing us.  He looked at my
dad and smiled.  He looked at me for a long moment and kissed me full on the
lips.  His tongue swept through me and tangled with mine.  His hands played
with my nipples for a long minute until he broke the kiss.
	"I want to see you take your father's cock."  He said to me, his eyes
glittering.  "Do it for me, willya?  Let him slide into your ass...let his
thick fuckstick stir your hole.  I wanna see your face when he's fucking the
shit outta you.  Do it for me?"  He went on, his voice begging me.
	My father pulled my legs up, drawing me to him.  He leaned down and swiped
his hand over my sweaty chest and brought it to his cock.  I wasn't going to
have a say in this.  It was going to happen whether my hot ass wanted his
sweet cock or...oh, hell, who was I kidding?  I wanted it worse that Robbie
did and Dad knew it.  Robbie knew it by the way he smiled at me and moved
over near my neighbor, settling into the offered crook of his arm and taking
hold of my dick when my father relinquished it.  I looked from one to the
other until my eyes settled on my Dad.  He smiled at me as he spread my legs
farther apart and moved into the "V" they made for him.
	"I'm going to fuck you, now, son."  He said, sliding his sweet cock into me
like a ship entering a familiar harbor.  "I'm gonna split that sweet ass
from here to Tennessee."  He went on, a searing pain sweeping through me as
he pushed farther into my hole.  I wasn't a virgin but my father seemed
bigger.  Maybe it was the moment we were both in.  I grabbed the meaty
flanks of his legs and held on as he pushed into me.
	His hands held me like a vise as he buried himself in me and I loved it.
His grip tightened as he began to establish a rhythmic thrusting into and
out of my tight hole.  I saw him smile as he fucked me in earnest, sweat
beading and falling onto me as he gritted his teeth in concentration.
	"Uh...oh...mmmm...OH!" I was all I could muster as he fucked me hard and deep.
As his cock spread me open and left me wanting, all words failed me.  I was
groaning with every thrust and gasping with every outward movement.  "OOU..."
I said, spreading my legs against him.
	"Does that hurt, boy!" He said, his face a twisted mask of fuck-pleasure.
"I hope so!  I hope it hurts SO good!  You won't sit down for a fucking
week, boy!"  He shouted, slamming into me like a man possessed, his sweet
dick burning into me like a poker.  "I'm gonna FUCK the taste outta that
sweet mouth...Push my dick into that hole so far, you'll feel it your
motherfucking tonsils!  Take my cock, daddy's whore!"  He went on, his words
warming me.
	"Uh...yeah." I managed, swinging my leg over his wide chest.  He took the cue
and moved me up onto all fours on the floor.  "MMmmmmmmm...GOD!"  I moaned as
he went deeper with every thrust.
	"BEG me, you fuck-hungry, cock-swallowing manhole!"  Dad swore as he plowed
my hole good.  "I'm gonna fucking cum, you dick!  Beg me to cum in your
ass!"
	His dick was all I could think of.  Doug and Robbie were miles away and all
I heard was the caressing profanity of my father, the slick, wet slapping of
his body against mine, and the occasional slipping sound of my father's feet
on the kitchen linoleum.  All I felt was his iron hands on my hips, the hot
sweat dripping on me and the excruciating pleasure of his ramming COCK deep
inside my ass.  I found the words through the haze of ecstasy that my body
found itself in.
	"YEAH!  Cum in me, daddy!" I said, pleading in earnest.  "Fill me up...don't
take it out...put it all in me! CUM in me, Daddy!" I shouted, bending my head
to the floor as he held me with one arm, pulling me to him.  His other hand
found my own dick and began to pump furiously.
	"GOD...DAMMIT...BOOOY!"  He roared, the sound torn from his throat and echoing
off the walls of the kitchen.  "TAKE MY CUM, you fuck-hungry WHORE!"  He
continued to roar, his white-hot spunk blasting up into my ass!  "TAKE IT!"
Dad ordered, filling my hole with his cum.
	As he did, my own orgasm was ripped out of me and I let loose a flood of my
own that splattered on the floor in pools of creamy white as I fell against
my Dad, how pulled me up to him in a bear-hug.  I couldn't find words as I
came, my voice being a long, droning moan that rattled me.  As I shivered in
orgasm, however, I heard the words of my friend and my neighbor and felt the
beautiful burning on my face of another full-fledged cum-shower.  I opened
my eyes to see Robbie strained over me, his thick dick in his hands, his
balls cupped lovingly from behind by Doug, who also pumped his sweet cock.
	Another volley from each of them splattered my face and fell into my chest
as they both came.  I was surprised at Robbie...coming again so soon.  I felt
my father's breath on me and heard him whisper in my ear, something that
held me closer to him.
	"You are one fine fuck, son."  He said, his voice low, rich and resonating.
  "I hope this isn't going to be the last time for something so hot."
	"Hell no." I returned, turning up to kiss his face and clean the stray
drops of Robbie's jizz from his face.  I smiled at him as he swiped the
sweat from my forehead.  "I can't wait to do this again."
	"Me either."  Robbie said, taking my face in his hands and kissing me.
	"Well," My father said, looking at Doug.  "Looks like our little family
just got a little bigger.  What do you think?"
	"I think...the more the merrier."  Doug returned, kissing my father, deeply.
	"Okay, boys, let's get upstairs and get cleaned up."  Dad said, taking me
by the hand to lift me onto my feet.
	I went with Robbie, my hand firmly in his, my other hand in my Dad's.  I
could even imagine Doug being a second Dad now that I saw he and my father
together and knew how things were between them.  I'd gotten to out my
friend, fuck him ten ways from Sunday, screw my neighbor and have my ass
plowed by my hot father...not a bad day, I had to say...but I still HATED yard
work.

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