Date: Wed, 20 May 2020 14:24:39 -0400
From: Stockman <stockman334@gmail.com>
Subject: Mike Loves Cum 5

Mike Loves Cum 5


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Ron knocked on our door just after dinner.  He wanted to talk to Dad. My
brother was out but Dad and I had finished eating.  We were surprised to
see him, so he got down to business.   "I want to hire Mike for the
summer," Ron explained. "With Linda now out of the picture, I want
someone to take care of the house so my time can be spent on my clients'
software.  I've been very busy and would love someone to run the
household."


Dad laughed. "You're kidding, right? Have you seen his room? He can't
find a clean pair of underwear."


I blanched, never thinking Dad would say that. But Ron insisted that I'd
be responsible for the yard, the kitchen, cleaning, etc.  I'd also be
responsible for hosting clients when they come to the house as he worked
on coding issues.  I looked at Dad, hopeful he'd say yes.


But Dad also knew Ron. "Remember, I've been over your house a lot. Tell
me, what would the dress code be?  Would it be like you are most of the
time? Barely in any clothes?"


Ron laughed, patting his friend and neighbor on the back. "You know me
like a book, Cliff. Yeah, I tend to wear little or nothing around the
house.  Mike has already hung out with me on the deck getting all over
tans, so there'll no surprise if I'm naked around the house. Mike is
free to dress or not dress any way he wants.  You know me, no pressure."


Dad looked at me.  "You've been naked with Ron? You ok with being naked
with him? Heck, I haven't seen your dick since you were 10. I wouldn't
want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with."


"Daaad," I exaggerated the word. "I'm not a kid. I can make up my own
mind. And yes, I'm good being naked.  Sometimes I kind of like it. I
wish I was in Ron's league - you know - naked body and all, but I'm not
shy. Well, not anymore, anyway."


Ron looked at me. "Show him, boy. Show your dad you're not shy."


"Really? You want me to get undressed? Here?" I was shocked. I looked
at Dad, seeing the disbelief on his face. Ron insisted. "Sure, get
naked, boy." Then glancing at Dad, Ron added, "I expect Mike to be
accepting of my instructions. My orders.  Unless he tells me why he
doesn't want to do something, I expect him to do it. He'll be a
houseboy, not a friendly visitor.


Looking right at me, Dad answered, "Makes sense to me.  If you accept,
you'd be under Ron's control.  I've known him for 10 years, and know
we can trust him. It'll teach you responsibility."


"So," Ron repeated, "Show your Dad you're not shy."


Shrugging my shoulders, I stood and removed my shirt. Ron commented to
Dad, "Mike's in fine shape. Look at those pecs. He's looking like he
can handle hard work."


Ron and Dad were both staring at me, looking at my body.  "More?" I
asked.


"All of it, boy," Ron said, a bit sternly.


Shrugging my shoulders again, I started to lower my shorts. "Uh, I'm
not wearing underwear." My pubes were now exposed as I continued to
lower my shorts. Dad was staring right at me. I could feel my cock
plumping up. "Not a surprise, boy." Ron commented.  Then to Dad,
"He's almost naked when he gets to my house, I don't think he'll be
uncomfortable."


My shorts dropped to the floor as my cock sprung up, nearly hard.


Ron looked at Dad.  "I think he likes being naked, Cliff.  Kid gets hard
over my place as well.  Nice dick on the boy."


Dad stared at me, looking right at my boner. "I can't believe it. My
little boy.  A big dick. Hair all around his dick. A real man's cock."
He studied me for several moments. "It's over 6 inches, isn't it,
Mike."


"Seven, Dad," I said with some pride. "Ron says it's as big as
yours." Unconsciously I stroked it.


Dad looked at me carefully. "Certainly bigger than when I was your age.
Beautiful cock, son."


Ron chimed in. "So, we've determined Mike's not shy.  Question is can
he do the job."


"Yes...yes, I can, Ron. I really can.


"Then let's go up to your room, see if you keep it as bad as Cliff
says."


"Uh, uh. Can I tidy it up a bit before you come up to see it? Please?"
I begged.


Ron nodded. "I want to see how you would maintain my house, so yes,
I'll wait 15 minutes, if your dad will let me hang. Otherwise, we'll
check it right now."


Dad laughed as he agreed to hang out with Ron until I clean up.  I tried
to raise my shorts, but Ron said to stay naked. I kicked off my shoes and
totally stripped bare to run upstairs, hearing Ron say to Dad, "Your kid
has a nice butt, I'll try to keep it working, if that's ok."


"Perfect," Dad said as they went for a beer.


They came upstairs in just a bit more than 15 minutes. I think they were
on their second beer. Ron walked in my room as Dad leaned on the
doorjamb. Luckily I was just finishing. I even used the carpet sweeper.


"Not bad, boy," Ron said, doing a finger dust test. "Is this the way
you usually keep your room?"


Dad snickered as I answered, "Uh no sir. But I can. I really want the
job. Please!"


Ron just looked at me. "The question is, can you maintain the house,
mow, entertain my clients AND follow my orders? I expect obedience as a
Houseboy."


I caught Dad's eye. I think he was enjoying seeing me naked and humble
in front of his friend.


 "Yes, yes, sir, I know i can!"


Ron turned to Dad. "Cliff, just yesterday we were hanging out on my deck
with Chad and his kid brother. They have a real nice relationship. Mike
asked if I could be HIS big brother. I said I could. But now, I have to
change that.  If Mike's gonna be my Houseboy, we can't be brothers, we
have to be boss and worker. Think Mike can accept my orders?"


Dad just smiled. "Ron, I am seeing my son, naked in front of us letting
us see his man parts as we stand in his clean room, his spotless room and
I'm impressed. I hope Mike is the man he wants to be. I know he can live
up to your expectations."


"Then it's settled. Mike will be my Houseboy.  I'll pay weekly and
rate him every two weeks.  Bonus if he rates A or better.  Deductions if
he rates C or lower.  Start tomorrow morning. Breakfast at 7:30.  I want
juice, coffee, toast, and fruit. Everything's there. Just have it ready
for me."


"You gonna keep him naked?" Dad asked.


"I'll be naked, as usual," Ron explained. "Mike can be himself.
Whatever he wants."


Dad looked at me again. " Mike, you want to be naked with Ron? Your
choice, but you must show him the respect he deserves as your boss.  In
his home, you might even consider him your master.  Are you prepared for
that?"


"Yes, yes, sir." I answered to my Dad.  I turned to Ron, "Sir, I'm
prepared to do whatever it takes. I will accept your instructions, your
guidance, your orders. Is that acceptable, sir?"  I tried to look
obedient. Not sure how to look like that, I just tried to look as sincere
as I felt. I WOULD accept his orders.


"Good boy," Ron responded to me slowly. He turned to Dad, "Cliff, I
think we can make a go of it.  Mike seems ready to work under my
control.  He's been very accommodating since we started hanging out
together, so I'm confident we'll be successful.  I DO like that he
wants to be nude.  A boy like Mike should be proud of his body. Have you
seen his body much?"


"I wish I had; he's grown so nicely.  You know, I'd love to take a
closer look at him now. Here he is naked in front of us, I'd like to
look at him more closely.  You control him now. May I look at him
closely? Perhaps feel him?"


Wow, this is serious, I thought. Dad is asking Ron for permission to look
and touch me. I don't get a say and he needs permission. Wow.


Ron stepped behind me. "Your boy has grown very nicely, Cliff." He put
his arms around me, his hands coming to rest at my stomach. " Take a
good look, I don't mind. Look at your boy closely." As he spoke, he
roamed his hands around my chest, stomach, and lower to my abdomen. I
leaned back into Ron, not sure where I was. Dad stepped to me and placed
his hands onto my chest. The two men started caressing me together. Four
hands touching me. Ron's hands went lower and Dad followed. "Your boy
is growing nicely, Cliff," Ron said softly. His hands drifted into my
pubic hair. "Look how he's grown.  Look at these pubes. Thick hair, man
hair. Your boy has dense man hair." Ron combed his fingers through my
pubes. He pulled hard on some of those hairs, causing me to groan. "Hard
to believe your little boy is so manly, huh Cliff?" Ron started pulling
my hairs really hard, causing me to groan even louder. I could feel my
hair pulling my skin way out. Dad followed Ron, combing but not pulling,
my man hair. "My boy," is all he said, caressing my hair. "And such a
nice dick," Dad added.


Ron and Dad both caressed my throbbing cock. I was hard as a rock in
front of my dad. "Beautiful cock, right Cliff?" Ron asked. Ron stroked
my cock on one side. Dad stroked it on the other.  "Imagine, Cliff.
Mike's cock is as big as yours, maybe bigger. A real man cock. A cock
he's gonna be proud of, a cock he's gonna show off whenever I tell him
to."


Dad kept stroking my cock, wiping a drop of pre-cum from the head.  "And
the best part, Cliff, is the boy's openness.  He's already shown he's
eager to play with dick, and we're gonna play a lot."


Dad added his second hand to stroke my balls. God it felt so good with
hands on my cock and on my balls. Dad used his fingers to caress the
underside of my nuts as he stroked through my balls to the base of my
cock. Both Ron and Dad were stroking my dick.


"And the best part, Cliff, is that Mike loves all this man play." I
groaned at the mention of my name. I leaned back onto Ron's shoulder,
letting the men play with my body. "Don't you, Mike?"


"Mmmm," was all I could respond with. It felt sooooo good.


"Just yesterday," Ron continued, "Mike learned how much he loves cock.
And cum, he's nuts about cum.  Designated Receiver last week.  Took
maybe 30 loads. Wanted more, didn't you, Mike? All that cum dripping down
your face. You loved it. And we loved that you loved it. That's why I
thought you'd be a good houseboy."


"I knew you'd would be special," Dad smiled to me.  He looked at Ron.
"I know you'll keep him happy. He's such a handsome boy, I know you'll
give him what he needs."  The two men kept stroking my dick. By now, I
was on the edge.


Ron looked at Dad. "You're welcome to come to my house any time. The key
is still hidden near the back door."  Ron stroked me one time too well
and I screamed in orgasm.


Ron put his hand in front of my spurting cock, catching my cum as Dad
watched so carefully. I shot a good 5 times, pressing my dick into Ron's
big right hand. When finally I slumped in his arms, Ron put his right
hand, his cum-filled right hand, on my face. "Lick, boy. Enjoy that
cream."


I looked at Dad, who watched with a smile. I licked Ron's hand. I licked
all my cum from my hand.  I tasted so fucking good.  Sweet, slightly
salty. Delicious.


"Get to bed early, Mike," Ron instructed. "You start tomorrow
morning."


Dad and Ron left my room, patting each other on the shoulder.




It was past 10:00 and I still couldn't fall asleep.  Images of Dad and
Ron playing with my cock and balls kept my cock in a perpetual hard
state.  I was relieved when Dad came in.


"You ok, son?"


"Yeah, Dad, just thinking a lot.  Worried about you, actually."


"How so?".  He sat next to me, taking half my single bed. He couldn't
see I was naked.


"I...I didn't want you to worry about me, you know, working for Ron. I
don't want you to think I don't love you."


I could sense Dad smiling, even in the dark, only my clock radio
providing light.  He gently pulled down the covers, exposing me. "I'm
not worried about that," he said, as he started gently caressing my
legs. It felt so good, so tender. "I myself was thinking about you." He
caressed further up my body. "I was wondering if I shouldn't have been
more open with you as you've matured. Could I have made you more
comfortable with your body. Could I have shown you how to enjoy your body
more.  Those kind of thoughts." He reached my balls, gently rolling them
in his fingers. Unconsciously, I spread my legs, giving him more access.


"Oh Dad, you're a wonderful dad. Really. Maybe I could have been more
open. Just last week, at Ron's football party, when Ron made me
Designated Receiver, I ran into the kitchen to avoid you seeing me. I
heard you ended up dropping a load with Rob. "


"Was that you scurrying away? I thought I saw someone. I guess we both
have things we'd redo if we had the chance."  His fingers moved onto my
cock. My hard seven inch cock throbbed in his hand.


"After you left I realized I made a mistake. I asked Ron how big your
dick is, I've never seen it."


Dad stroked my cock even harder. "No reason you can't see my cock, son.
Just another example of how I could have been a better father. A boy
should always have access to his Dad's body."


I reached over to pull on Dad's shirt. He was busy playing with my dick
and I didn't want to interrupt.  Dad quickly pulled it off, exposing his
muscular, hairy chest. "Oh fuck," I blurted out. Dad smiled as my hand
closed in on his pecs. "Dad, you''re such a stud. So fucking manly. I
don't know why women aren't all over you!"


"Who says they're not?" Dad laughed. "But seriously, I'd much rather
be with my kids. I enjoy my time at home with you and Seth (my brother)
rather than try to convince some woman to crawl into bed.  Besides," he
laughed, gently massaging my cock, "you're hotter!"


"Oh fuck, Dad," I moaned. "Can I see it? Can I see your dick?" I
reached over to pull off his shorts, getting one side of his gym shorts
and his underwear. I was glad when he raised up to pull off his shorts
completely. His dick was nearly hard. His cock head was really wide on a
seven inch shaft, just like mine! And he had plenty of hair, no
manscaping at all. I could even see hair on his balls. "Oh Dad it's
perfect," I exclaimed.  He stood and stripped his clothes completely; we
were now both naked. Father and son.


"This is the way we should always be, Dad," I said, as he pushed his
hands back onto my cock.


"You like being naked with your pops?" he asked, gently twisting my
cock in his palm.


"And how!"  I answered. "Your cock looks perfect, Dad. It's
beautiful. I love its shape."


"Where's your lube, son?" he asked to my surprise.  "What, a teenage
kid without lube? Of course you have."


I reached under my bed for a bottle, handing it to him, my face
reddening.


"Like father, like son," he smiled. He quickly poured some into his
hand and onto my cock. "Ooohh," I moaned. He caressed my slick cock,
and moved to my balls, adding lube there. Then he added some lube under
my balls, at my hole. I couldn't resist spreading my legs giving him
access.  "You have a beautiful dick, son. And your balls feel wonderful
as well. I want to feel more of you."


"Oh Dad. Oh Dad it feels so good." His middle finger pressed at my
hole. I leaned back opening further.  "Feels so good in my hole, Dad."
In no time he had two fingers inside me, pushing in and out, fucking me
with two large digits. He looked in my eyes, even as he pushed his
fingers into my ass hole, turning his hand to penetrate me completely.


"You've been fucked," he said. "You've taken dick." He looked at
me, still twisting his fingers. He had found my button. He was playing
with me.


"Oh Dad, it feels so good.  Ron fucked me yesterday, first time. Chaz
sat on Chad's dick and I sat on Ron's. It felt too good, it was over so
fast."


Dad kept twisting fingers inside my hole. It felt so good. He somehow
knew just where to touch me. I started groaning with the pleasure. "You
need to be fucked by your dad.  If you like getting fucked, your dad
should fuck you.  You ready for dad dick?"


"Oh yes, dad, I'd love that. Please fuck me. Oh gosh, you can do that
anytime you want."


Dad looked at me, seeming to decide what to do. Then he stood up,
presenting his beautiful cock to my face.  "Do you want to suck cock as
well, Mike?  Do you want to prepare my cock for fucking?  Can you get it
deep into your mouth so I'm ready to fuck?  Can you do that, boy?"


I didn't answer. I just looked at his perfect 7 inch cock, at the lovely
smooth cock head and the smooth shaft.  I looked up at him then back at
his cock then back at him. I could feel my saliva in my mouth, ready to
give to my dad.  I opened wide, took his head in and just a bit of his
shaft.


"Oh boy, that's good," he moaned, pulling my head further onto his
dick. I allowed him to control my movements, pushing and pulling my head
deeper onto his cock.  I used my tongue to caress the bottom of his
wonderful shaft.  "Oh fuck, Mike, you're a good cocksucker," he
moaned. He had pulled my head all the way down until I bumped into his
soft pubic hair. I was held there as his cock entered my throat, causing
me to gag. Pulling off, Dad said to me, "It's ok, boy. Gagging tells me
you're trying hard to be a good cocksucker.  I appreciate that.  Your
mouth feels so good on my cock."


Wiping snot from my nose, I tried again, again taking his cock down as
far as I could, using my tongue to excite him as much as possible. Dad
again pulled me to his body, pressing his pubes to my face. "It feels so
good, Mike. You do that so well."  He paused a second. "Have you sucked
a lot of cock, son. You're really good at it."


"No, Dad.  Never did it until yesterday. Chad said some of the guys at
Ron's football get-together mentioned that I didn't use enough tongue,
so I tried it. Truth be told, I liked it."


"So a newbie, but a damn good one.  So nice!"


I kept sucking his glorious cock for several minutes, licking and sucking
my dad's organ until he finally pulled me off.


"Let's see if you're ready for a fucking. I'd love to fuck my boy.  I
know Ron's gonna own your ass soon, so let's make sure your father has
had a piece as well. Are you ready?


"Yes sir," I jumped. I lay down on my bed spreading my legs as far as I
could. Dad placed a pillow under my ass, raising me up as he pressed his
face to my hole. "Oh god, it's wonderful," I screamed as Dad rimmed me
for several minutes. He looked up. "You have a delicious boy pussy," he
said to me. "Perfect for fucking!  Not many dads get an opportunity to
say that, I feel doubly lucky."


Dad got into position to slowly enter my body. We both groaned in unison.
His cock felt so good, so full in my chute. "Your ass is so good, Mike.
I haven't had a good fuck in so long."


Slowly, carefully, Dad pushed into my boy-pussy. He placed my legs over
his shoulders, pushing his dick in one slow motion. I almost cried at the
pleasure.  "Son, your body is made for my cock," he gasped as he hit
bottom.


Between grunts, I responded, "I so agree, Dad. Go ahead, you can fuck
me. Please fuck me!"


Dad did just that, taking several minutes to please us both. I was on
fire, and he looked like he was ready to explode. Sweat poured from both
of us. Suddenly, he lifted me up, pulling my legs over my head, folding
me in half. Just as I was about to erupt, my cock was at my face.  I
started to feel Dad cumming inside me, jets of cum coating my insides.  I
couldn't hold out any longer. Rockets of my own cum shot out onto my
face. I was cumming all over my forehead and nose. A shot hit my right
eye. We were both cumming together.  Dad and son.


When it was over, Dad let me straighten out, then lay atop me. He kissed
me on the lips, sharing my cum from my lips. "Your cum tastes good,
son."


"Mmmm," was all I could say. But added. "I love you, Dad."  I let my
cum drip down my face.


"I love you, too, Mike. And I want you to have a wonderful summer
working for Ron. I know you'll be happy.  Remember to please him, ok?"


"I like being naked with him. Is it ok if I'm naked a lot?"


"Only if I can come over to look at my naked boy all the time," he
answered, a big smile on his face.




More of Mike to come!


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