Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 11:06:07 -0700 (PDT) From: robert cook Subject: The Little Jockey Both my parents were good runners. My Dad ran off when I was two, so I never grew up with a man around the house, and I needed to fill this void. I did so, partly, by sniffing the briefs of the many men who came to my house to fuck my mom; she wasn't especially promiscuous, but she was just randy in a normal kind of way and told me she wanted to find me a new Daddy, so she tried many a man on for size, and who is to blame her for that. I loved to listen to the fucking noises coming from her bedroom, and pressed my ear up against the adjoining wall of thin cold plaster to get the full force of it, and one time when one of these studs and my mom were in the yard, I went into the bedroom to try to find tangible traces of them in the bed and found a pair of his discarded white briefs on the floor and put them to my nose. I get hard even now thinking of the first time I smelt a man like that, and looked into the briefs whose pouch still showed the impress of the cock, and saw a few dark hairs and some stains that smelled especially good and pungent. Sometimes, if the fucking was in daylight, and the bedroom door left ajar, I could peek in and see a hunky arse clenching and loosening as it pumped mom, but I never was lucky enough to see a real adult cock. In addition to this sniffing,a couple of the more paternal boyfriends did pick me up and hug me sometimes so I got some skin contact with the male body that way and I sniffed at their armpits and skin, and one was really fond of me I knew in a different way and would find ways to be alone with me and masturbate himself whilst I was asleep in his arms, at least he thought I was asleep because he only started to get excited when I started snoring. But he never let me see him naked, just bulging in his briefs, and I was too shy and reticent to reach out and pull them open. What he did was to shoot on his belly and then pull up his briefs and use them to wipe himself down and I could see the wet marks in his pants after these episodes. A wasted opportunity on my part, and one that just made me hotter for the real thing. The thing I knew I shared with that man, an attraction to cock. This frustrating time came to an end in my eleventh year when my mom found what she hoped was her true love. It was my bad luck, or good, that he couldn't handle me being around when he got my mom pregnant and they decided to make a home together. He didn't hate me, though I suspect he found me a bit of a parasite as I was always following him around trying to get sight of his equipment that looked bigger in his pants than most of the men I'd seen. It swung about heavily in the cotton, what a delicious weight it looked to be, and like a moth to a flame I fluttered about and even once managed to collide and get my nose in there, but he was always pushing me away, putting me in my room, shutting me in a box, and it drove me crazy, and finally my mom decided to hand me over to Dad, who lived a couple of hundred miles away. Incidentally, that boyfriend didn't work out in the long run, and he finally got his just deserts from me a little later in life, but that's another story that I'll tell you, if you want, but not now. I remember the day my mom tearfully drove that two hundred mile journey, with me full of mixed feelings of sorrow that she had to do this and excitement in seeing my Dad at last, who I'd only talked to by phone til now. How I squirmed with love and desire when I heard his friendly deep Daddy voice over the wires, telling me how he looked forward to the day we would finally meet, and here it was, that day, sooner than we'd expected. I'd cried out to him too long in my dreams. I remember catching my first sight of his one storey house as my mom drove up to it, of her holding my little hand tight as we walked up the front path together, and the thrill of seeing the front door opening and my Dad appear there, wearing a broad smile showing all his white teeth. He was a handsome man, in good shape, with black crewcut hair and blue eyes. I held on tight to my mom. I loved her and didn't want her to feel I was rejecting her, but love her as I did, I was sick of feeling pushed away at home, and disappointed that she'd failed to make a real family for me back there. But another part of me lusted to run to my Daddy and for him to pick me up, and I didn't want her to see me cling to him. 'So here's my big man', he said, grinning, and told me I was a handsome fellow, and asked my mom about the drive, and she stumbled through an awkard conversation with this great butch man, trying to be nice, not feel too guilty, I guess, and to express her regret for leaving me, concern for how he'd treat me, appreciation for his home, etc. It was all too much for her, I am afraid, and I was caught in the middle, bewildered as to how to manage my ambivalence, my wish for her to stay yet go and leave me with the big strong Daddy who looked so nice and safe. 'I'll call you tonight honey', she reassured me and gave me a soft kiss pulling me into her softness, and told me she'd call that night, and I made a mental note not to care if she didn't, and of course she didn't call for several days. Full of good intentions, my mom, but distractible, and no doubt enjoying my absence now, being alone with her new man who had made no secret of his lust to fuck her three times a day at least. Finally I got my hand into Daddy's and we stood at the front door together like soldiers, and watched as she drove off into the bright autumn sunshine, and then she was gone, the door was closed, and my Dad relaxed like me and I cried out 'Daddy!' and he lifted me up in his strong arms and hugged and kissed me and cried to have me back with him, and all my muscles went limp and I felt an overwhelming wave of relief and love for him, yet also worry about how this new home would turn out. I'd no real experience of a trustworthy parent, yet, and hoped he wouldn't run again. I remember Dad's musky man smell so well and feeling his strong arms about me, but then he put me down at last and said to come and meet Uncle Johnny. This was a shock, as I didn't know he lived with anyone, and didn't know I had an uncle, and I was immediately rigid and on my guard with all the relaxed feelings gone. Dad led the way into the living room and I saw my uncle on the sofa getting up to meet and greet me. My Daddy was built firm, like a brick shit house, I think the saying is, but Johnny was, though built to play rugger, also very curvaceous, in a lithe and rangy way. I lusted for him at once, but held back and looked at the floor. 'How do you do sir', I said, holding out my hand like the polite little man I'd been brought up to be. 'Very well indeed, young man' said the new man, responding to my proffered mitt, and gave me a warm smile too. So for the second time, I felt a strong man's hand enclosing my own, and I remember that though Johnny didn't hug me like Dad, how could he, his hand stayed in mine a long time. 'Want you to feel at home here' he explained, and I think that was a really empathic thing to say, and I know in retrospect that I was quickly being understood and reassured that I didn't need to worry about abandonment any more. 'Welcome home', said Johnny again. I managed to say 'Thank you, sir', and Johnny said to call him by his first name, but even so I felt I was flagging now, and I'd done too many new things and felt too much worry, so I asked my Dad if I could please see my room now. ''Course son, this way', and he led me down a long corridor to the back of the house and into a big sunny room with a nice big window view of the garden, and told me to make myself at home. I remember feeling numbed and strange at all the new sights, and remember the room smelled of nothing in particular, hadn't been used, though there was a smell of new paint. The bed looked inviting, though, and I said to my Dad that I thought I should have a snooze now, the journey had been long. 'You just climb under the blankets son and get some shut eye, and Daddy will come and get you when dinner's ready.' So I stripped to my briefs in front of him, 'Mmmm, nice tight whites, eh son?' said Daddy appreciatively when he saw my little package down below. 'Me and Johnny both sport the same kind of briefs, don't go in for boxers, think a man should show what he's got don't you?' I didn't say anything though I know I put my hand down my pants, a thing I'd seen some of mom's boyfriends do when they rubbed their tools appreciatively through the cotton and checked all was well and wanted to apply a little friction. 'What a handsome chap you are, we're going to be your Daddy and mommy now', a phrase which I was shortly to disocover carried more literal meaning that many a single parent signified when using that phrase. 'This is all new and strange to you, son, I know. You'll need some time to settle in, but I just know we'll all get along just fine. You've been upset by all the changes in your young life, but you're home now.' I felt the springs of the bed creak as he sat on the edge to reach over and, towering down on me, landed a big wet kiss on my forehead, and held me a long time, and I remember for the first time feeling something different in my belly. As I held him tight with my hands clasped around his neck, I ran my hands over his muscled shoudlers, pressing against him and wanting to feel his body. It was the beginning, I think, of me letting go of all my worries and ambivalence, and a knowledge that with Daddy I could begin to be my own self. As he held me, his hands too began to roam over my young flesh and he started to breathe fast, and I think I knew then that it was a matter of like father like son, but he checked himself and let me go. As I lay in the warm bed, not sleepy, I remember reaching down into my knickers and found my cock was hard and I played with it for reassurance and comfort as I thought of the new life ahead of me with these two men, and such a touchy feely kind of Daddy and his young friend he called my uncle. How I'd love for them to touch me down there. I knew there were men who liked to touch each other down there. Kids had whispered about queers at school, and I fell silent then, because I knew I was one of them. My Dad hadn't closed the door when he left, and I could hear voices, so I got up and crept to where I could hear clearly what they were talking about, and I remember my hand was still in my pants. 'We must be careful with him' my Dad was warning, 'you can see he's nervous, doesn't know what this is all about. Poor kid is crying out for love. And a stable environment.' 'And some cock too, Daddy' Johnny joked, and my Dad made a sound of mock outrage and I heard a slap and a kiss. 'You dirty cunt', I heard Daddy breathe. 'But fuck, I had him in my arms just now and he was feeling me up and I got a raging boner.But we gotta keep out of his pants. It'd be so nice to bring in in, but he's been traumatised enough, and being our sex toy would blow his little mind.' 'Maybe we got lucky, Daddy, and he's a boy who needs a length. I got hard thinking of you two in the bedroom just now, I got wet, Daddy.' 'Me too, Jon, I'm sticky too. Come here.' I was truly struck dumb. I couldn't see them so couldn't know what they did to make the noises that followed, but they were happy noises, muffled sounds, the kind I'd heard through the bedroom wall at home, with long silences and then slurping noises, and grunts and stuff. Finally I heard my Daddy say 'Phworrrr' and Johnny said 'Mmmmgghmmmm' and then it went quiet and I guessed that whatever ended sex, cos I didn't know about orgasms then, had happened. And I knew that these were faggots, like me, and I wanted in. I crept back to my room and shut the door and amazingly I slept until Dad woke me for dinner. Johnny was a good cook, and after our meal with our bellies full, we all dozed in front of the tv until it was time for my bath. Daddy took me to the bathroom and stripped me and put me in the bath and soaped me up. 'Get in with me Daddy please.' 'Eh?' he said, surprised. 'Yes, Daddy, I want you in the bath with me.' 'But Dads don't do that, son, not with boys your age. It's not right. It's frowned on.' 'Don't you want to, Daddy? I want you to so much.' I reached my right hand down between my legs and felt myself, and Daddy watched fascinated, as through the transparent water I worked my small dong helmet between finger and thumb. As I said before, I'd been a reticent child til now, and had blown one good chance I'd had to get a sight at what I knew I needed. But here I was, a ten year old boy with his estranged Daddy, being all slutty with him. I could see the different motivations and drives sweep across my Dad's bewildered face, wanting to be a model of straightness and decency for me, yet aware, as I think he must have been, that I didn't want that. I wanted him, and I wanted a family to belong to, and it looked to me like his kind of family would suit me fine. The slut in me and the sleazy fucker in him looked at one another for an instant and there was mutual recognition. He nodded his head. 'You've been starved of male company and need to make up for lost time I guess', he said, and stripped off his shirt, sneakers, socks and jeans and stood there in white briefs with a huge erection. He wasn't hard to seduce. All the pieces fell into place then. My desire for men's bodies and my long starvation. My knowing that this Daddy of mine was a good, loving, sexy Daddy. My realization that he was a cock lover, having olverheard him with uncle. I was too, of course, and knew this even at that young age that I was different, and I longed to be sucked into this new relationship, and there was a fiend in the ten year old me that would brook no further frustration. He got in the bath and stood over me, the fucktool tenting his briefs a few inches from my face, and he groped himself with his big hand and shook the shaft so the balls waggled inside the gusset, and I caught my breath. I stood up in the bath and showed my hard cock to my Daddy. I had no pubic hair, of course, but I was growing quite fast then, and I am happy to say my mom hadn't let me be cut, so I was able now to wrap my hand around my dick and work the foreskin around the helmet slowly and like the little slut I was. My Dad stopped smiling and soaping and went red in the face and started breathing hard. He licked his lips as I slicked myself up with soap, and I thrust out my hips and waved it in front of his nose. 'Don't worry Daddy. I heard you with uncle. I know what you like. I like it too. Touch my willy Dad. Don't worry Daddy. I've played with lots of willies before. And I want to play with yours too. I like the look of your fat cock Daddy in those nice tight whites of yours.' He sat in the bath and blew out a gasp of relief and pulled me down on him and hugged me, and I felt his big hand stroking my arse and he started kissing me hard and I rubbed my grateful hands over his hard hairy belly and reached down to grope his wet briefs. Ah god, the feel of him, the hard hot meat straining in the white cotton and reaching lower the fat sac of balls in the wrinkled purse that hung so low. We went kissin' crazy, all the mutual longing of those years apart came out then, the love of a gay Daddy for his baby boy, and the love of a hungry son, born gay too, meant for each other. He lifted me up and buried his hot tongue in my pink hole and he sucked my hard little prick and was able to take in the little shaft and the balls too and explored my body with his lips and hands. 'Hey, you guys in there, what's going on?' Suddenly our bliss was broken by Johnny calling and like two guilty teenagers caught in flagrante my Daddy and me broke off and he put his finger to his lips to shush me. 'Be right with you, hon', called Daddy and winked at me. 'D'you want to meet your new mom, son? Really join in the family fun?' Daddy spoke low and fast so Johnny couldn't hear. I nodded and Dad said 'Good' and called out, 'Baby, time to go for a ride. We'll be out in a minute.' A long silence followed, and Daddy looked at me expectantly and cocked an ear at the bathroom door, awaiting a reply. He was smiling, and I knew why. I knew I had landed me a pair of cocksuckers and they were hard for their little newcomer. My Daddy mouthed at me that Johnny would be surprised! 'Did I hear you right, Daddy?' Johnny called again, querying his senses. In fact, his curiosity and doubt got the best of him, and he pushed open the door. 'What's going on?' he said from the doorway. 'Just this', I said, and I reached for my Daddy's mouth and kissed him hard, and at the same time slid my hand, for the first time, into his pants, grasped his meat and rubbed hard. 'Wow, fuck', Johnny said. 'That's right, cowboy, wow fuck. Daddy's got himself a new cocksucker, wow fuck', my Daddy shouted happily and he stood up, holding me, my bum sitting on his strong muscly arms.' 'This boy needs to meet his new mom.' Johnny slid his hand instinctively down his jeans and pummelled his excited bollocks and he said 'Right' and disappeared, and Daddy got out of the bath and sloshed around the bathroom floor, kissing me, and at the same time grabbing a towel and dried my hair a bit and then his, and told me we should get in the warm. He carried me to the living room and Johnny had taken up his position I was to come to know so well. Johnny was before the fire, his hips raised up on a pillowed stool, his head on another pillow on the floor. The back of his beautiful cropped blonde faced us, his smiling face looking at us, his eyes twinkling as he ribbed his tongue over his lips and he bobbed his fanny up and down when he saw Daddy carry me over and set me down on the carpet beside him. 'Meet my bitch, son, this is your new mommy', and he bent and slapped Johnny's arse, clad in white briefs, and I looked into Daddy's eyes, that were excited and shining in the firelight. 'What do you think?' 'Ooooh Daddy, what a nice sight. I want to see you fuck your bitch Dad.' 'You've got a nice dirty mouth on you boy, and some day soon Daddy will see to that, but this here cunt needs some preparin'.' >From a box Daddy fetched a gag and put this in Johnny's mouth, then tied his hands behind his back. The gag was like a horse's bit, and had reins. I was kneeling, fascinated and hot, whilst I watched Dad ready Johnny for their lovemaking, but now Dad pulled me close to Johnny's backside. 'Now you'll see why Daddy loves his bitch. I had this cunt when you were just a baby, and when I saw it first, I knew I couldn't ever live without it', Daddy breathed heavily. 'It's the prettiest thing in the world.' I've seen plenty of mancunt now, but admit that what Johnny had, and what my Daddy showed me now, was exceptional. Daddy pulled the cotton briefs aside, and Johnny wriggled to help Daddy pull his briefs through the leg of the briefs. I marvelled that, like me, my Daddy loved to see a man in briefs even more than naked. The ballsac was exceptionally long and slack and hung swinging and mauve between the wide open legs. 'And just look at this fucker' he said, and I know I didn't breathe for a few moments as Daddy reached below for the fig coloured shaft which he pulled back to show me its length and girth. Johnny was a well made boy. I complimented Johnny and made a dirty sound with my mouth, like I was drinking in soda through a straw. He looked in my eyes with a crafty sexy grin, and said 'There's a big milky tit for you boy.' I licked and smacked my lips, and said 'Yumyum, Daddy. Can I drink it now?' 'Not yet a while son.' He let my new big tit slap back against Johnny's belly and with his thumb and index finger pulled open the arse cheeks of his bitchboy to show me a truly magnificlent sight. Mancunt runs along a spectrum from a simple puncture hole hardly distininguishable from the surrounding skin, to variegated flesh similar in colourings and undulations to vaginal openings, and Johnny's was of the feminine variety, surely especially evolved to attract cock like a magnet. The flesh around the hole was a deep purple colour lying in a deep warm crater of striated skin as if gathered by some hand to present a cock-delighting pucker of desire. The caverous dark depth my Daddy now displayed for me opened invitingly as the bitch worked his muscles, and Johnny moaned and wriggled his hips, aching to be filled. I know by now I was lost, three of us on heat, and I worked my cock hard to show my Daddy I was with them, part of the family. The cunt was hairless, but an inch out from the hole fine black hair started to and then became more copious, framing the manquim in a dark moist forest, like flora around an oasis. 'Do you want to kiss it?' said Daddy, taking his gaze from the fine muscular fuckhole of his lover, and not waiting for a reply from me, he didn't need one, he pulled my head to the bottom and I buried my face there. Mmmm, the smell of it. It was a well fucked hole, and Daddy had been there already today I know. The smell of a recently fucked mancunt is different to one that's had time to regain its normal shape since the last fuck, though I didn't know that then. I can't describe the rank odour of this male heaven's gate , deep and dark and disgusting, the smell of rotting vegetation mixed somewhere with perfume and sweat. Daddy pulled my head out and said I should work on his docking equipment now. He stood before me, his fat bulge at eye level. 'Come on boy, do your work. This is where you belong in our little family now. I guess it'll be a while til you can join in the fuck fun, but you can be the mechanic, can't you, and lube the parts so they slip together nicely without friction. Do my cock, boy.' I reached out a trembling hand and pulled the elastic waistband out hard and down to hammock my father's huge balls. For the first time I had before me a steaming erection, not a cock in briefs, tantalizing shapes under the cotton, and not hidden like Johnny's, but steely hard and proud and pointing twenty degrees up from horizontal. Here was my dirty Old Man, randy and mindless and bursting to plant his sperms inside my mom. The Daddy cock was impressive in its girth rather than length and he was uncut too, and as he hadn't let the water get in when he had bathed with me, I revealed a nice cheesey head when I pulled back the slack skin that protected his helmet. I fell upon it hungrily and chewed and licked the rime off, swallowing the tasty spittle my salivary glands oozed. As I worked, gripping my Daddy's tool with both hands, massaging the balls too, my Daddy knelt down and now buried his head in his bitch's cunt. We both slobbered at our work and I heard the sqelching sound of Johnny's big cock being worked by Daddy, who spat onto his hand to lubricate the schlong he worked so expertly; I saw his jaw working hard as he tongued the cowboy's twat, and then he had plenty of spit to excite and slick up the red meat, and the cunt twitched and open and closed convulsively with excitement when he did this. Now Daddy turned to me and pulled me to him as he knelt and stuck his tongue deep in my mouth. 'I love you son, and now help me find the way.' I knew instively my job, and I guided his cock in, pulling the foreskin forward so once inside, the head could slide out of the sheath deep into my mom's innards. He went in deep and rough and Johnny squealed. Daddy rested a moment, buried up to the hilt in the muscular hips, and then reached out to lift me onto Johnny's back and I took the reins that Daddy would normally hold and I pulled at them, and Johnny bucked and neighed as Daddy started pumping. I heard my Daddy slapping against Johnny as he fucked and fucked and felt the rippling waves of fuckslapped muscle moving through mommy and into my own bottom, bruising and thrilling. I gripped the horsey with my knees and shouted 'Whoa!' and Daddy cried 'Ride him boy!' and Johnny gritted his teeth. Daddy's cock got so big with me aboard. Once I climbed off to get a better look at Dad's throbber going into the open cunt, and had to hold up his balls to see properly, and I played with the four balls at the same time. Then I got back onto horsey facing my Dad, so I could kiss him and pull his tits. He told me I was a fantastic slut, born to cock, just like them. And I turned around and pulled the reins and mommy's nipples and cried and crowed with triumph. At last my old man shuddered and said 'Uuuunnnngggghhh' and 'Fffuuuuucccckk' as he delivered his sweet juices, he breathed so hard he seemed fit to burst, and then collapsed on me, winding me, and I felt his sweat dripping on me and I felt Johnn's sweaty saddle beneath. Quickly I dismounted and pushed Daddy away and he obediently backed off, and his cock made a satisfying plopping sound as it uncorked and I scrambled to get my mouth into the slack and jagged opening that was already dribbling with murky spunk. I stuck a finger in and wiggled it about and pulled open the glistening cavern and more creams came out. I gobbled hungrily to get both men's juices inside me, and my mouth was full now. I spat the slime onto my hand and like a milkmaid worked mommy's hot teat with it. It didn't take long for the cowman to squirt. I was on my back under Johnny's hips milking and sucking the thing into the pail my open mouth made,then Daddy was spent no more and I felt him on me, his hot mouth kissing my belly and between my thighs and he licked all around my hot dong, my shaft and balls disappearing into his big mouth where he swirled his tongue around my small boyhood and his fingers found my tight little cherry and he tickled it, his hands felt so strong I thought he would pull me apart. Soon Johnny's slit gushed and spurted into my mouth and I tasted the second tangy manload. It was hard holding all the precious muck in my mouth, there was a lot of it, and then I found my Daddy and kissed him and we both sat on mommy, Daddy on the face, me on the titty, and shared his milk between us.