Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2004 23:41:35 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: big dog - mean neighbor-9

big dog - mean neighbor-9
_________________________


The funeral was somber. The surviving Huberts, Son- Norman Jr./wife
Barbra and grandsons -William (Willy)-19, and Brian-14...and Daughter
Rose/husband Bob and grandchildern Donna-14, Hellen-12 and Daniel-9, all
looked very sadate, and unaffected about the passing of old Mr.Hubert
(with the exception of maybe Willy whom took it very hard). I have to say
I was more then a bit disturbed that noone in the "family" wanted to even
say afew kind words to discribe their father/grandfather. I wanted to
make my views known, but Beth insisted that I not cause a scene, as it
wasn't the right time nor place. I agreed, and decided I had my memories
if Mr.Hue (and his dog Satan) to sustain me.

The funeral lasted about 40 minutes, and we then headed over to the
burial site were Mr.Hues was laid to rest beside his beloved and devoted
wife -Martha, whom died some 20 or so years eariler of cancer. At the the
family wake (at Mr.Hue's old home, next door to my parents house), I was
able to mingle with some old friends and loved ones I hadn't seen in many
years, despite living in the same city.
Some of us that were children at the time before I became Mr.Hues and
Satan's lover, laughed about how terrorfied we were of both dog and
owned. We reminisced about how many of our toys the two confiscated over
the years. The memories brought back a flood of emotions that caused me
to break away for a moment.

I wandered upstairs to use the restroom. I need to splatter water apon my
face and catch my breath. I passed Mr.Hue's bedroom, and found the door
slightly ajar. I opened it further, and peeked my head inside. The old
room hadn't changed much as I remembered it. Since Mrs.Hues occupied it
infact. I walked up to the old bed that Hues and I bounced around naked
in for so many hours. I'd lost my virginity to both the man and his dog,
and became their bitch throughout most of my adolesence. The room still
smelled like him.
I was in the mist of a flood of erotic memory, when I noticed I wasn't
alone in the room.

I looked to the right of me, and saw Willy setting in an old chair in the
corner between the dresser and a wall, draped in darkness. A saddened
solemn mask hid his normally handsome boyish face.
"Willy?" I called. He looked up, void his usual cheery mood. "You
alright?"

"I'm okay." he said quietly. "I just miss the old bastard."

"So do I." I said, moving in closer to him.

"The way my parents and aunt Barb' talked about him, I grew up thinking
he was the anti-Christ, or something. But he was okay. You just had to
get to know him is all." he said, looking out the window, sadly watching
the sun go down. The room was half cast in shadow.

I moved in closer for support. My cock was rock hard under my suit. I
touched Willy's head, stroking the new crew-cut he sported. Gone were the
pretty locks that covered his head from the moment I met him. The new
hair cut somehow made him look even more sexy. Like an army recruit.

I let my touch run down to Willy's cheek, then his neck and across his
shoulder blades. Willy looked at me curiously. He knew what I wanted.
Willy reached down and unzipped his suit pants. He pulled out the stiff
hard cock I'd gotten to know so well over the past 3 months. I looked
down at it, licking my lips with wanton anticipation.

"Suck it for me Mike,-" he said, his voice barely a whisper over the
voices and sounds of those downstairs. "-I need it bad."
How could I resist such an invitation?

I knelt down infront of Willy, and covered his hot cock with my mouth. I
sucked his thick boner into the back of my mouth, then swallowed it down
into my throat, feeling it stretch my throat muscules in the process. I'd
sucked Willy's cock so often in the past 3 months, that I knew all the
pressure points that could make him cum whenever I wanted. I let my mouth
dictate how long his blowjobs would be, sometimes making him cum in
seconds of swallowing his cock, and sometimes making it last longer. But
Willy never seemed to be able to last longer then 10 minutes without
spilling that first load all over my tonsils.

"Ahhh..." Willy sighed. I could tell how tense he was by the stiffness in
his body. I was determined to help alleviate some of the stress.
I pulled back my head until my lips sucked at the redden tip of his
cock-head, then leaned forward as I re-swallowed him again, all the way
down into the back reaches of my throat. Willy loved the way I sucked his
cock, and I enjoyed the sweet salty taste of his rich sperm. In a matter
of seconds I had him on the ropes, gasping for breath as I devoured his
goregous cock-meat inch by red tasty inch.

"Oh wow Mike, you've got me close dude..." he moaned, his eyes were shut
tight as I washed his bloated dick with the soft contours of my wet
mouth. Bobbing my head up and down in his lap like a bouy in water.

"Yeah dude, thats its,-" he groaned, touching the back of my head. "-make
me cum man!"
I sucked harder, knowing his load was just seconds away from spewing my
taste-buds with his unique flavor, perhaps for the last time. I opened my
throat, and began to pound at his cock relentless.
That did it.

Willy whimpered like a trapped pup as he filled my eager mouth with cum.
It gushed and pumped like water from a well, cascading down my throat
like a rapid.
I still had his spewing cock in my throat when the bedroom lights came
on.

"What the hell is going on here...?!" I heard a male's voice cry from
behind.
I yacked Willy cock from lips to find Norman Hubert Jr. (Willy's father)
standing in the doorway, his bulging eyes practically popping out the
lens of his glasses.

"Pop!" Willy cried, his cock oozing out one last spurts of sperm, which
dripped down the side of his dick like candle wax.

"What is the meaning of this?" Norman asked firmly, closing and locking
the door behind him for privacy.

"I...I can explain...." Willy said, his voice now sounding like that of a
frightened teenager for the first time since we met.

"I'm sure you will son. Now go down stairs with your mother, I want to
talk to Mr. Jenson here, alone." Norman said, pushing the tip of his
thick rimmed glasses back up on the bridge of his nose.
Willy got up without protest, tucked his oozing cock back into his pants,
and disappeared out the room without a word.
Norman looked at me rather cross.

"You have some of my son's cum on your chin." Norman said, distastfully.
I licked the cooling drop away with my searching tongue.

"This wasn't Willy's fault..." I said, attempting to take blame away from
the boy.

"Oh, I believe you,-" Norman said angily. "-my son wouldn't par-take in
any homosexuality on his own without being coerced into it by some sexual
predator. You've obviously seduced him with your animalistic charms,
giving my boy pleasures with your cocksucking mouth and gripping
asshole."
I didn't know how to respond to that statement.

"William's an innocent boy, he's not used to such acts from cock hungry
queers. His mother and I have kept him grounded with whole-some
triditions and family values. In one fair swoop of your pussy-lips,
you've erased 19 years of good up-bringing."
He leered at me judgingly.
"What have you got to say for youself?"

What could I say? He was right, in a way. I had seduced Willy into a
sexual encounter. He looked so sweet and delicious when I first saw him,
I just had to sample him, letting him "catch" me allowing the Hue's
family dog Satan to butt-fuck me in the living room of his grandfathers
house. It was all so brazen, but I had let my loins control my actions.

"Well?" waited Norman impatiently, crossing his arms across his chest
triumpantly.

"What do you want to hear? That you're right? That I seduced Willy? That
I greedily sucked his cock anytime he wanted me to? Swallowing his sweet
young cum into my throat like a pussy?" I yelled in frustration.
Norman looked shocked at my boldness. I think he expected me to give him
a song and dance about what he just witnessed. But the honesty did more
then just merely shock him, as the bulge in his trousers testified.

"Uh, ruh, well, uh...." he stuttered, unable to find the words to
respond.
I made my move.

Inching closer, I closed the distance between us rather quickly. Norman
gave up his search for a response when he felt my hand rest on his
crotch, my fingers traveling the length of his long woody.

"Would you like me to show you just what I've been doing with your son?"
I asked, feeling his cock jump under my not so gentle touch.
Norman swallowed hard.

I got down on my knees infront of him, unbuckled and unbuttoned his
pants, letting them fall heavily to the floor. I pulled down his white
shorts with red hearts, and was slapped in the face by his spring board
cock. I instantly captured it in my mouth.

"Oooo..." Norman moaned aloud, sounding like his son does when I suck his
cock.
I took the fathers dick into my mouth and sucked the bullet shaped head,
bathing it in my warm spit. Then I took the cock shaft into my mouth,
slowly taking my time making it disappear into the cavren of my throat,
my lips sucking gently at the root.

"Yesss.....yesss......suck that cock,-" Norman chanted, opening his eyes
to watch me swallow his long white snake. "-take it down your faggot
throat. Suck me like you've sucked all the other Hubert men."
I froze. I looked up into Norman's eye-glasses, his beady eyes looked
down at me lustfully.

"That's right Micheal, I know all about you and my father. I've known for
years." he said, as if reading my mind. "I stopped past one day to check
up on him, when I heard the two of you upstairs. I snuck up to see why
you were making so much noise -moaning as if you were in pain. I saw you
on the bed, naked with my father. He was behind you, preparing to shove
his cock up your ass. You couldn't have been more the 11 or 12. I
remember being so shocked. I froze on the steps and just watched the two
of you fuck as you took dads cock inside."
I resumed sucking, turned on by his candidness.

"You fucked for what seemed like hours. He leaned you forward, you were
in doggy position, and he fucked you until you were laying face down with
your head burried in the pillows. He humped you so hard, that the
mattress squeaked and rattled like the wheels of a cargo train."
My lips sucked back and forth on Norman's cock at a steady pace, as he
told his story. I took his cock in my throat from tip to base on every
stroke of my mouth. I knew he was re-playing the sex scene in his mind.
It was probably one of his favorite jerk-off fantasies.

"I'd never seen father so lust driven. He fucked you like he was
possessed. I thought your young body would explode from the impact as his
adult frame slammed his cock into you repeatedly. But you seemed to take
it well, pushing your smooth tender buttock back onto him, making his
cock ram up in you harder, deeper. Your moans sounded like that of wanton
desire, not of someone being attacked and raped. I pulled my cock out,
and started masturbating to the sight of you two. father's moans grew
louded, and he thrust harder as he neared orgasm. I beat my cock to the
pace of his thrusts, simulating the act you two shared. He fucked you so
hard, that I could practically feel the thrusts myself. He threw his head
back, and let out a sceam I'd never heard him make before. I knew he was
coming inside your back-side. He fell forward ontop of you, and I came
all over the wall of the stairwell. I snuck back out before either of you
knew I was there."

I sucked harder on Norman's cock, taking it to the root in my mouth on
ever down stroke. His cock began to throbb as he got closer to the end of
his story, and then it burst free its plentiful load of Hubert jizm,
scolding my lips, tongue and throat with the creamy sweet liquid when he
finished his tale.
I swallowed my third generation of Hubert men cum.

Willy couldn't take it any longer. He'd been downstairs with the
mourners, nervously awaiting his fathers actions when he finally decided
to come back upstairs and comfront his father head on. "Mike and I didn't
do anything wrong," he'd tell his father once he saw him face to face,
"he didn't do anything I didn't want him to". He had it all worked out in
his mind, as he made his way upstairs.

He stood outside his grandfathers bedroom door, gathering the courage to
enter when he twisted the knob and came right in. His jaw dropped open
with disbelief when he saw me on my back in the bed with my legs up, and
his daddy ontop of me fucking me in missionary position, his Hubert cock
drilling a path his father and his son had already laid out before him.

"Dad!" Willy called from the doorway, paralized.

"Close and lock the door son." Norman ordered, never missing a stroke as
his woody sawed in and out of me, visously.

Willy followed instructions, and joined us near the bed. He watched for
afew moments while he saw his dad fuck someone for the first time.
Someone other than his mother.
Unconsciously, he reached down and started nusing the rising hardon that
snaked down his left pant leg. His dad was giving it to me pretty good.
I'd saw the Huberts (Norman and his sister Rose) afew times while growing
up, and Norman Hubert reminded me much of his father. They seemed to be
very un-sexual in style and manner, but behind closed doors, turned into
lustful animals. Willy may have inherrited his fathers and grandfathers
eqippment, but he was most definately a sexual and sexy looking young man
as well.

Norman Hubert was fucking me with long hard strokes now. The bed began to
squeak as he drove that man sized hardon into my aching buttock, my hairy
asshole sucking along the reddened shaft as it tried to massage the hot
cock of its thick white milk. I was mildly afraid the morners downstairs
would hear the bed sqeaking through the ceiling. Willy was now standing
near my head on the side of the bed. I reached out and unzipped his
pants, then sucked his younger cock into my mouth. The older Hubert
watched as I sucked his son's dick upsidedown, taking the erection all
the way in to the root.

Father and son watched eachother as their cocks fed both my horny holes.
I was sandwiched between the two, reeking all the benefits of their
inherrited Hubert lust. I was their fuck hole, their cum dump, a place
where they could slide their cocks in and shoot their horny loads. I
opened my legs wider, feeling the lust build inside of me as father and
son took advantage of my body. I held onto Willy's thighs as I took his
cock in, his balls slapping against my nostils as I sucked upsidedown. He
was fucking my face, trying to match his fathers flaring hips as he
pumped my hole full of papa-cock. He was inflamed watching me suck his
son, his hip action increased.

Father Hubert laid down ontop of me, his cock making shorter thrusts
inside of me. He leaned in closely as I fed upon his son's stiff woody. I
could feel his hot breath on my face, his chin very near mines. Then I
felt his lips reach in and touch his son's cock. He licked at the hard
root as Willy slapped it in and out of my sucking mouth. At first Norman
was content to lick the hard shaft, but then he got bold and tried to
yank the beautiful teenage cock from my lips. He wolfed Willy's cock into
his mouth, feeding on it like a starving calf on its mother's tit. I
lowered myself to sucking Willy's hairless balls while his father feasted
on cock for the first time ever.

"Oh wow dad, wow....oh.....wow......" sighed Willy, trying not to cum.
His father sucked cock desperately, like a drowning man reaching for a
life preserver. He'd never had a cock in his mouth before, and he was
determined to savor its taste. The fact that it was his own son's cock,
made it all the more appetizing. Norman had long known his son to be a
handsome son of a gun, and had watched him prance around the house for
many years in his underwear, or less, as his boyish body became more and
more manly. But Norman never ever thought he'd have an opportunity to see
his son in this manner, let alone taste him sexually.

Willy watched as his father suck his cock, sucking it like his life
depended on it. Willy couldn't believe the pressue his father was putting
on his dick, didn't his father know that if he kept it up, he was going
to make him cum right in his mouth? "Micheal never sucked my dick this
hard, with THIS much determination" Willy thought to himself as he looked
past his father's sucking lips, and watched his dads dick plummel into my
hot steamy asshole. I was still bathing Willy's balls with the spit,
caressing the meaty orbs as gently as possible while being rode by his
father. Willy couldn't taking anymore, and tried to pull his cock free of
his fathers sucking lips.

"Stop dad,-" he protested, trying to exit his fathers oral cavity.
"-youre gonna make me cum if you don't stop!"
The warning only served to make Norman suck harder, heating his lusting
loins even more. He began to pound into my open asshole with punishing
thrusts. Now I knew what Barbra Hubert must have felt like on their
wedding night.

Willy couldn't escape his father's, nor MY ball sucking mouths, and began
to whimper loudly as his cock throbbed, then exploded rich young stud cum
into his father's mouth. Norman's first taste of man cum drove him over
the edge, as he shoved his older cock into me one last time, then
unloaded scolding spurt after scolding spurt of old thick chunky Hubert
man cum into my abused innards.
Norman continued to suck Willy's cock, swallowing the young boys rich
creamy sperms as his own potent seeds filled my steamy bowels.

I was definately now the Hubert's men offical bitch.

After cumming, we all three re-dressed. I could see Norman Hubert's old
"stuffy" persona returning, even as he tried to adjust to the taste of
his son's cum in his mouth. I could tell he wanted to say something
dis-tastful about the situation, but couldn't, since he was now apart of
it.

Willy looked embarrassed that his father had copped his load. The two men
avoided eachothers eyes as they dressed. We exited the bedroom, and
returned to the mourners downstairs. My wife (Beth) had asked me where I
had run off to, leaving her all alone with "these strangers". I told her
that I had to comfort young Willy upstairs, as he looked to be having a
hard time adjusting to his gramp's death. Norman Hubert was once again
taking control of the hosting from his wife Barbra, and acting like
nothing had just happened between us upstairs.
But I had an asshole full of evidence that said something did.