Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2011 23:55:47 +0100 From: Never Less Subject: Like Daddy, Like Son (TG teen) * *Like Daddy, Like Son* * The couple laden with shopping bags and giggling together as they enjoyed a secret joke looked like Mom and daughter, and a very slender and attractive pair of blondes at that. It was only if people looked closer that they saw the two of them, with their bright lipstick, fashionable skirts and blouses and trendily blown hair were Dad and Son. Matt and Chris Ferguson had been happily living the sissy lifestyle together since Chris had come to live with his Dad six years ago, when he was just over eight. Matt had been living it longer, it was the main reason for his divorce. His ex-wife had turned a blind eye to his gay sex affairs, after all he was a well paid businessman who kept her in Martinis, but eventually his affairs and his penchant for dressing as a woman had led to a divorce. The two of them had fought an increasingly acrimonious battle for young Chris, but the judge was either more liberal or more far-sighted than most. He realised that young Chris would prefer the sissy lifestyle and he had been right. Not that he mentioned this in his summing up, he spoke about the importance of being a good parent and truthfulness, but his hints hadn't been noticed my Matt at the time. Indeed, it had been important to Matt that he didn't impose his own lifestyle; now he was divorced he dressed like a woman, acted like a woman and thought like a woman, but he didn't want Chris to think that he had to follow him. So for two horrible weeks, in front of Chris, Matt wore jeans and a T-shirt, let his chest hair grow and strode rather than sashayed. Only at night could he slide into his nightie and put on his lipstick and feel like a woman. He had secretly feared that this was what it would be like until Chris left home, until after two weeks he found the eight year old trying on his lipstick. Matt had scolded the child, but the next day he had bought a small party frock and left it on Chris's bed. The little boy had put it on and proudly walked through the house. Within a couple of weeks Chris's entire wardrobe of boy's clothes had been replaced by girl's and neither of them had worn anything masculine in six years. Luckily Matt's money had enabled him to send Chris to a good local private school, where they were happy to have sissy students as long as their parents paid. Chris was both smart and popular, with a close circle of female and sissy friends. And a number of boyfriends as well, usually a couple of years older, but still at the school. As the two Ferguson's were close neither had felt embarrassed when they'd had `the talk' when Chris started to get serious about a boy. It hadn't been that one who'd taken his virginity, but the next -- a star of the school swimming team, who had celebrated a win by fucking his sissy boyfriend in a motel room he had. Chris had proudly told his Daddy about it the next day and Matt had felt so proud that he went out and treated Chris to a sexy skirt the teen had his eye on. Over the next year Chris had four boyfriends, all sexual, ranging from a one-night stand to a serious four months. Matt also over the years had taken lovers, including many more than one one-night stand too a few relationships that had lasted close to a year. He had just broken up from a six-month relationship and Chris had just finished with his current beau of two months, so a bit of shopping therapy was in order. It had worked. There was nothing like a new party dress to make you forget your woes, unless it was some shoes or a top that clung to you like a silk limpet. And from the sideline looks of desire the two sissies got it was their ex's who were the poorer. Eventually, after shopping the Mall almost to exhaustion, getting their nails done and a blow-dry the two Ferguson's headed for a latte. It was busy, but they were lucky and able to get the only free table. The two sat down, ready to enjoy their coffee's and continue their detailed conversation on which movie star they'd like to be stuck on a desert island with. "Nice," said a voice a little too loudly. Matt looked up to see who was speaking. On the table next to them were two black men, they were wearing sneakers and gym clothes, their muscles bulging beneath their vests. The two of them were looking with undisguised admiration at Matt and his son. The Dilf raised his coffee cup, smiling sensually and sipped it. The two men grinned and one raised his own cup in a silent salute. Matt acknowledged it with a smile back and turned to Chris, flirting over. Or almost, "What do you think?" His son flicked a quick look at the men, who had returned to their own conversation, "Mmnn Dad, they'd just be my type." "They are hunks, aren't they," giggled Matt. The two of them were speaking quietly, so the men didn't hear -- any studs that godly were almost certain not to be single and Matt didn't want to embarrass himself or them. "I've heard a rumour about black studs," Chris leant forward conspiratorially, "Massive pricks." "It's not just a rumour," Matt whispered, remembering both his college days and a few one-nighters over the years, "Look at their pants. You can just tell they've got twelve inches under there." Casting a quick sidelong glance the sissy giggled, "At least." Dad and son continued to giggle as they cast surreptitious glances at the studs. But unfortunately not for long, as the two blacks finished their coffees. At least they gave a quick nod of goodbye before they strode off. Matt and Chris finished their lattes, neither thinking about the men again. At least until they were in the car and queuing to get out of the parking lot. The queue was moving slowly, so slowly that the two coffee shops studs overtook them walking. Neither looked as they passed talking to each other, their sports bags slung over their shoulders. Both Ferguson's looked, admiring the hunks firm ass and rippling muscles. Luckily the queue moved a bit further forward so they could still look at them. Matt looked at his son, the teen was as obviously as turned on by the studs as his Dad. The Dilf grinned, "Shall we see if they want a ride?" "Yes," giggled Chris, "Shall we?" "And they look thirsty, perhaps we should ask them back to our place for a drink," continued Matt and winked, "There's nothing cures broken hearts like company." "Or large cocks," said Chris with less subtly, but confirming to his Dad that he was happy for the arrangement. Matt wound down the window, "Hi, do you want a ride?" The two men stopped, looked at each other and grinned before turning back to Matt. The nearest said "Sure, why not. Never turn down a lift by a couple of sexy sissies is my motto" he opened the door and climbed in the back, "My name's Buck, the fucker is Flash." "Really, nice to meet you. I'm Matt and this is my son, Chris," giggled Matt, tossing his hair with his hand, "So you guys fancy coming to our place for a beer. We've got some in the fridge." "Yeah," grinned Flash. * "Here you are," smiled Chris as he passed Buck a bottle of beer. He was holding a can of coke, his Dad being happy for him to have sex, but not drink. Matt handed Flash another bottle, the Dilf was drinking a glass of wine himself. The two Ferguson's had used the few seconds in the kitchen opening the beers to choose who was having who, at least the first time. "Shall we sit?" Matt gestured at the couch. Without waiting for an answer he took Flash's hand and led him over. They sat down just as Chris and Buck joined them. Matt took one sip of his wine, before placing the glass on the table next to the couch. His hand went over Flash's thigh, it was so muscular it felt like a tree trunk. Matt gave a little giggle as he moved his hand up and down, beneath the black's pants his cock stirred hard. Matt moved his hand over it, "Ooooh, this is iron," he giggled. "So I've been told," said Flash cockily. Beside them Chris was astride Buck's knees, already kissing the black man, whilst Buck had opened Chris's blouse and was running his hands over the smooth teen chest. His foot long cock was as hard as his friend's, sticking up and out over the top of his loose pants where Chris had helpfully pulled them down. Even as he made out with the stud, Chris's fingers would gently rubbing up and down the fully erect dong, keeping it fully to attention. Not wanting to be thought slow. Matt undid the knot off Flash's tracksuit and slid it down far enough to expose the cock. It was twelve inches long, maybe even thirteen, thick and hard. Matt almost came as he saw it. Flash took a swig of his beer and gave the arrogant smile of a man who had a lot to be arrogant about, "So what you think?" "Oh, oh," Matt was almost lost for words as he ran his fingers round it. He could feel the dick pulsate with his pressure and Flash grinned even more. Matt licked his lips, "It's massive." "You want to suck it?" Flash drained his beer and dropped the bottle on the couch. Matt looked at his son. Chris was making out passionately with Buck. The black stud's hands were gripping the teen's ass, dragging him forward so that the Chris was pressed against him and the black's cock was under Chris skirt. The hard rod rubbed against the silk of Chris's panties, rubbing through the material against Chris's hard, half the size, prick. Chris moved his mouth from Buck's, the stud moved to suck and kiss at the slender blonde's teen's neck. Chris moaned with passion, moving his hands up his hunk's waist, "MMMmmm, mmmmmmm." Matt dropped to his knees, pulling the pants down of Flash down over the black's legs and over his pumps. He dropped the pants to the floor and moved between Flash's legs as the black opened his legs. The erect cock quivered as Matt got nearer. The Dilf began to run his tongue up the thick dong, threading it over and round the pulsating veins. Beside him Chris pushed himself off Buck's lap. He pulled down the hunk's pants and joined his Dad in licking the penis. The two black hunks lay back on the couch, luxuriating in the sissy's tongue movements. The hunk's grins got broader as first Matt and then Chris took them in their mouths. Their lipsticked mouths moved up and down, each time moving a little deeper and taking a bit more prick in their mouths. "That's it, sissies, suck harder" laughed Flash. He raised his hand and Buck gave him a high-five. Matt and Chris sucked harder, both enjoying the black prick filling their mouths. They slurped greedily and pushed and pressed with their tongues. Both Matt and Chris looked up as they sucked, enjoying the satisfied expression on the black's face as they're cocks were cleaned. The two sissy's saliva left the stud's cock wet and shiny. "So you want to fuck now," said Flash. He pulled his cock out from Matt's mouth. Dribble dripped from it to the floor as Matt nodded eagerly. The black stud grabbed him by his waist and lifted him up. Then he swung round the Dilf so that his ass was facing him, "I'm gonna fuck that ass." "Oh yes, please," squealed Matt. The black hunk stood and bent Matt over. He lifted his skirt and draped it over the Dilf's bent back. Matt gave an excited moan as he felt Flash pull at his satin panties. They didn't come down quick enough so the black lustfully tore them, allowing them to drop to the floor. Matt didn't mind, he could buy more and all he wanted now was big black dick. The stud's strong hands moved to the Dilf's ass and he peeled apart the buttocks. Matt gave a mixed gasp and giggle as the hunk's giant prick started to move into his shithole, stretching and pulling at the tube. In front of him Chris lay on his back. His skirt was up round his waist and his legs were high in the air. For a few moments his Kitty Kat panties dangled on one angle, before he gave a flick and sent them flying away. Buck started to move down on the teen, slowly easing his cock into the fourteen year old's tight hole. Chris gave an excited cry of joy as the stud forced it in. The black man pushed against the teen's inner thighs forcing them down towards Chris's body and bending the teen's back, so that his ass moved into the air allowing the large cock to move further in. "Fuck me" screamed Chris, "Feed me your monster cock. I want it all." Matt was squealing as well as he was pounded, "Yes, yes, give me cock. Fuck my tight ass, I want you to fuck my tight ass." The two studs met the sissy Dad and son's requests. Their large cocks filled the Ferguson's poopers, prizing them open and making them stretch like they were rubber. The giant manhood slamming down over their G-spots made Matt and Chris explode with pleasure. The feeling of being stretch and opened was so hot and the feel of the hard large cocks rubbing against their walls was just as good. Dad and son shrieked and squealed with every thrust, "Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck my ass." Matt was sweating, sizzling with lust as he was hammered by the massive prong. He could feel sweat dripping from his forehead. It dropped down and landed on the muscular back of the Buck who was continued to slam a screaming Chris below him. The droplets seemed to steam as they hit the black stud's muscular body, but it might have been a by-product of the delirium Matt was feeling as the orgasms swept into him. "That's it. Fuck!" screamed Flash with a roar. His cock blew -- shooting gallons of cum into Matt. The Dilf gave a groan as the warm, wet cum flooded down his chute and shot out of his asshole, dribbling down between his cheeks. Flash pulled out, muttering, "Damn, fuck, that was hot." Matt remained bent over watching as Buck continued to hammer his son. The stud was moving quicker and harder now, it was obvious he was close. The black man gave a sigh and pulled himself up. Chris's open ass was leaking cum, the white liquid pouring out of the teenager's ass like it was a waterfall. Chris moaned and giggled as he let it drip down, covering the carpet in a pool. Matt straightened up and turned round. The two black studs were leaning back on the couch, even flaccid their cocks looked like sleeping pythons. Matt licked his lips, "So guys, you want to swap? I want to try Buck." "And I want my ass rammed again," giggled Chris, getting to his feet and pulling off his skirt. "Jesus, you sissies are insatiable," laughed Buck, "Sure I wouldn't mind hammering you fucking stretched ass, but give us a bit to recover." Matt looked at Chris and they both giggled. "I think I know a way to help you recover," said Chris. Both Dad and son dropped to their knees and began to lick the cocks in front of them. Chris's tongue darted over Flash's and Matt started to lick Buck. As if by magic the two pricks shot up hard. The two sissies gave a giggle at they briefly paused to look at their handiwork, Then their mouths opened and they took the dongs in their mouths. Matt bobbed his head up and down, savouring the prick and not caring that only moments before it had been ramming his son's shitter. If anything sucking his son's anal flavouring off the prick just added to his pleasure. The two black's grinned and laughed as they moved their hands to the sissy's heads and kept them in place, "Suck it baby, suck it," said Buck. The father and son sissies continued to suck, harder and more, swallowing the large rods like they were ice-creams. So large was the prick and so hard, that Matt felt his jaw ache and he worried as he bobbed back and forth that Buck would cum in his mouth before he'd hand a chance to cum in his ass. He needn't have worried, Buck suddenly pushed up his head, shoving it off the cock, "On your knees, let me see that ass." As Matt assumed the position Chris was doing the same. The only differences was that Chris's blouse was hanging open and Matt's was still mostly buttoned up and that Buck lifted Matt's skirt to get at Matt's bottom, while Chris's skirt was lying a few feet away. Both Ferguson's assholes were still loose and opened from their previous fucking. But they both still felt it as the large dongs entered their shitholes and both groaned in pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Matt heard himself squeal as Buck thrust deep and hard. Beside him Chris was shouting the same. Both Matt and Chris bounced as the black's studs rammed them. The black men gripped the two sissies' waists and thrust back and in, their muscular bodies hitting the pale sissy flesh with speed and brutality. Not that either Matt or Chris minded, the pleasure the big black pricks were giving their fucked assholes more than made up for any soreness or discomfort. Harder and harder the black men hammered home, their cocks pleasuring the two sissies so much that they were both squealing continuously in sexual pleasure, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Sweat shone in the black men, making their bodies gleam. It dripped down and soaked Matt and Chris, running between their ass cracks and down their cheeks. Both were sweating as well, the perspiration sliding down and across them as they heated up. Faster Buck and Flash hammered, pounding the sissies into a sexual oblivion where they came and came again until their cries were hoarse and their legs and arms like jelly. For the second time Matt squealed as sticky, hot cum shot up his chute, exploding down and out. Buck pulled out as the Dilf slid to the floor, sated and exhausted. Beside him Flash came seconds later, he pulled out his cock seconds before and pumped it -- the jizm shot from the large python and covered Chris's lower back and reddened ass cheeks. The teen gave a groan and also allowed himself to slide forward. Both Ferguson's were totally fucked. Matt managed to turn over and look at the black men, both were grinning as they looked at the fucked sissies. Matt smiled back, "Let yourselves out, will you. I'm so fucked I can't stand up."