Connor's Gift 7


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Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teen boys. It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth. What it does contain is stroking material. If this kind of story turns you off, please find something else.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and underage children.

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Sunday morning I was awakened with a kiss. It was hot and long and deep and, I might add, very sensuous This was different though, the kisser had stubble. I have always been a boy lover and I tell everyone that I don't kiss stubble. It's a joke meaning I don't do men, okay. Some of you are saying that you don't understand my jokes so I'll try to spell them out.

I opened my eyes and Bran was tongue wrestling me and me with a bad case of penis breath, amongst other things after a night of breathing through an open mouth. Little Chris was snuggled up close on my left arm with his little head at my side. Bran's eyes drifted sideways to his son. He pulled back slightly and in a child's sing song voice he said, "He's my daddy."

Chris retorted with, "He's my granddaddy."

"I love him."

"I love him more."

"I love him most."

"Hey, I want some of that." Anthony pushed Bran away and he kissed me.

"Good morning granddad." Small legs gripped my waist as I felt my cock enter into the unmistakable feelings of a tight, young ass hole. Everyone turned to look as Sean sat there impaled on my morning wood grinning like the old Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"Boy, you're gonna get an enema from hell. I gotta pee like a racehorse." He started humping me. I had to piss and I had to cum. These boys are so good for me. I began to cum. Sean hadn't even worked up to a feel good yet and I was done.

He lay down on my chest and wrapped his arms around me, "Oh, darn." Then as an after thought he looked up, "So, where's my enema?"

I slid out of bed very gingerly, my piss hard holding him in place. My sons helped me to get up with the boy still attached and walked us to the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and pushed the precious boy to the wall and squeezed my bladder. My flow started, strong and hot. He stayed on for the duration with a strange look on his little face as I filled his bowel with hot golden urine.

My stream lasted longer than normal this morning but I know my body so I held him there and waited. Sure enough some sixty to eighty seconds later I was pissing again. "Oh, I need to shit. I am so full." I kept my cork in him and kissed his sweet lips. I had him glued to the cold shower wall with his legs wrapped around me. I caressed his sweet little thighs and fondled his young hard globes. He was fucking himself on my newly arising boyhood. I was feeling like a boy anymore with all of this young meat to enhance my libido daily.

I met his downward thrusts with my own upward thrusts and in moments we were fucking in the shower stall with an audience of three watching on. "Hey, breakfasts.....What the? Wow, that's neat." Connor had just bounced in and was pushing through to watch the action up close. He got his head under Sean's thigh for a closer look. I told him that he better back off because Sean had a gut full of piss and when I pulled out it was going to be nasty.

I shot the second load of the day and I hadn't been awake fifteen minutes yet. I grabbed Chris by the arm and pulled him, still naked, into the shower and closed the glass door. I turned the water on as my soft dick slipped out of Sean's ass. The shower door opened and naked Connor scooted in. I pushed the two of them back as I turned Sean's ass to the drain. He burst open with chunks and all hitting the floor. The smell in the small enclosure was horrendous. I pushed the window open all of the way and took the hand held shower head and began to push the mess to the drain.

I sprayed Sean's crack then I reached for the soap. I missed that job. Connor had the soap and was on his knees washing my small boy child's tender young ass. I sat down on my shower stool and took Chris's upstanding root into my mouth and sought out a quick morning offering. He supplied me with a sweet delight in short order and I turned to Sean who was ready, willing, and able. I then took Connor in and laved his precious cock until I got all he had to offer. By that time they had soaped me and themselves so we rinsed and headed for clothes.

Connor grabbed his discarded clothing from the bathroom floor and the four of us headed to the bedroom. Clive and my sons were standing there laughing and talking about our escapade. I told them that they hadn't paid their dues to their patriarch this morning. Anthony unzipped his pants and pulled his thick pocket rocket out. I pulled him to the bedroom by his joint. I sat down on the edge of the bed and serviced him while unfastening his pants so I could drop them and play with his hairy ass.

Next up was Clive. I didn't waste a minute getting that boy down my throat. He was moaning and humping my face in sheer delight as he fired a huge load deep into my eager throat. Branden had his pants down and stepped up to the plate. He pushed into his favorite spot and began to face fuck me. I was glad for that. My neck muscles were really tensing up from working five horny cocks loose from their creamy filling. Bran gave the biggest load of the morning and I savored every morsel. I sat back and wiped my lips and looked around, "Where's Cory?"

"Right here," a small voice spoke from the hall way as he peeked around the door frame.

"Are you part of my family or not, youngster?" He nodded. "Get your cock over here then, I want a full belly of protein. He rushed over with his pants falling down as he ran. I pulled his cute little nail in and got him off in a minimum of strokes. What a nice desert. Sweet young cum cleansed my discerning palate. I had seven loads of creamy white jism in my belly. I got dressed. As I stood up and fastened my pants I said, "Oh darn! I didn't save any of that cream for my coffee."

We were still laughing as we came into the kitchen where the girls had the breakfast table piled with bacon, ham, sausage, eggs, pancakes and french toast. I poured a cup of coffee and took a long drink then started jumping up and down. Everyone looked at me as I said, "Shaken not stirred." The guys got it the girls rolled their eyes at the crazy old man.

We gathered around the large Mahogany dinning table for a warm family breakfast. The table had belonged to my maternal grandmother and with all four leaves inserted it could seat twenty four. It was wonderful having my family together under one roof, laughing, sharing, and loving. Connie spoke up, "I got a call from my mother this morning. She has a bad cold and needs help taking care of my father. Branden and I have talked it over and I am going to San Diego for two weeks until she can get around again." It was plainly stated and accepted as a fact.

Penny looked as if she had her pants full of ants. We looked at her and she explained. "I have to go to San Diego for a two week training seminar. I have to leave tomorrow morning and will be back Wednesday, week after next. Maybe I can get a hotel room close to you so we can spend some time shopping." All of the men rolled their eyes and checked their wallets.

"I can do you one better. My parents have a four bedroom house. You can stay with us and save your expense money. Angie, why don't you come too. We've been talking about a trip over to shop. How about now?"

"Well, I don't know. How about Jen?"

"Mom, you go. I'll be okay."

"I don't know. You alone with eight dirty old men." She looked at the boys, "Yes, I mean you too. All four of you. You keep your thoughts and hands off my daughter." We all chuckled and she did too. She knew that Jennifer was totally safe with any and all of us.

"Mom, I could stay with Tif." That seemed to be a solution. Jen and Angie talked to Tiffany and her folks and it was settled. Jen would be their house guest until the wives returned. The three wives would paint San Diego red for fifteen days.

At eight o'clock Monday morning the three wives pulled out of the driveway. I had given my cell phone to Connie because I have nationwide free calling and road service as part of my plan. If they had car trouble they could get help with a minimum of exposure to what was out there.

As Branden's car disappeared from sight eight men and boys filed back in the house. "No clothes for two weeks." Bran yelled as shoes shirts and pants started to fly around the room. Eight naked males from ten to sixty ran out the back door and jumped into the pool and frolicked like the kids.

We let the boys stay home from school and we had an all day orgy. We spent the whole January day outside in the warm southwestern sun. The day got up to eighty five degrees and we only had five cases of sunburned derriere. It was fun rubbing lotion on the sunburn and of course they had to lay on their tummies. It made for some interesting sexual positions for several days. Cory and Connor missed two days of school because they couldn't sit down. The three dads had to grin and bear it as they continued with their schedule.

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