Date: Wed, 8 May 2019 20:57:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY, Part 7

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BOY DADDY, Part 7

I woke up around 6 a.m., dragged myself out of bed and down the stairs.
With my eyes half-closed, I fumbled around the desk until I finally found
the "NO HOUSEKEEPING, DO NOT DISTURB" sign, opened our door, slipped it
over the door handle, and then went back to bed.  The last thing I wanted
was any kind of intrusion on our sleep, especially Sam's.  He had another
big night ahead of him.

As I sank back into a deep, druggy sleep, my mind quickly shuffled through
the events of the previous night, confirming their reality.  That Sam and I
had finally fucked, or rather Sam had fucked me, was certain.  The
painful/pleasurable throb in my asshole proved it.  That alone meant that
we had crossed a whole array of borders and boundaries that brought us into
a new and unexplored realm.  I remember smiling as I thought, `but we're
really only half-way there'.  And then I slept.

We woke up shortly before 5 p.m., both of us feeling drained and exhausted.
I was mostly hung-over from all the whisky I had swilled throughout the
night, but Sam seemed most affected by a minor Molly come-down.  Neither of
us had much to say beyond the basic morning pleasantries.  Sam said he felt
like shit, and I admitted feeling awful, too.

But we were also starving after not having eaten for hours.  I didn't feel
like I could deal with being in a loud place with lots of people and bright
lights, and Sam felt the same way.  We decided to have room service bring
us food and coffee, which meant they'd also clear away the remains of the
food trays from last night's little party.  They told me they'd be at our
door in about a half hour.

I couldn't wait for the coffee to arrive, so I asked Sam if he wanted to do
a line of coke with me to help him wake up.  He did, so we snorted a line
each, just enough to give us a buzz.

Sam wanted to take a hot shower and so did I, so we spent a good,
invigorating 15 minutes under the steamy water, waking us up a bit more.

By the time we had dried off and pulled on our luxurious bathrobes,
provided by the hotel, room service was there with our first meal of the
day.

While we ate, I asked Sam how he felt about everything that had happened
the night before.  He just shrugged and said, "Awesome," with his mouth
full of food.  "I owned your ass good, bro," he added, flashing me a cocky
smile while kicking my foot under the table.

"Damn straight you did," I replied.  "My butt's gonna be sore for days, ya
little fuck."  That made him laugh with me.

"So, what did you think of fucking ass, bro?" I asked.

Sam thought for a few seconds, then said, "Well, I thought it would be like
fucking pussy, and in a way, it is, but it's also totally different."  He
thought some more, then added, "But yeah, it felt awesome, warm and
slippery.  And super-tight on my dick."

"Hell yeah," I said in acknowledgment.

Finished with his food, Sam slid his chair backward, leaned back and put
his big feet up on the table, crossing his ankles and then clasping his
hands behind his head.  He smirked at me.

"Did you like getting fucked, dude?" he asked.

"By you, yeah I did.  Fuck yeah, bro, you did hella good."  Sam looked
pleased with himself.  "You ravished me," I added theatrically, laughing.

Sam rolled his eyes, laughing, too.  "You are so gay," he said.

"Fuck off, fag," I laughed, "You looked pretty fuckin' gay suckin' my
dick!"  We were both laughing our heads off.

Pouring himself another cup of coffee, Sam got quiet. "So, what's it feel
like, J.J.?  Seriously.  I mean, it hurts like hell, doesn't it?"

I opened another 5150 bar and cut it in half, handing Sam his half across
the table.  We both took small bites while I spoke.

"At first it does, yeah, but only until it's in.  Then it feels amazing,
like you're really full.  It still hurts some, but it's a nice hurt.  It's
hard to explain.  But if the dude fucking you takes the time to relax your
asshole before he sticks it in, it doesn't feel too bad.  And once it's in,
it feels awesome to have your ass pounded.  You'll see."  I winked at him
and grinned.  Sam looked slightly worried but smiled back.

He was playing with his coffee mug, and I could tell he wanted to say
something.

"Dude...no matter what we end up doing, you know I'm not gay, right?  I
mean, no kidding, I like girls.  So, I'm definitely not gay.  All right?"

"Bro, I know you're not gay!  And neither am I.  Duh!  I have a wife and
kids, right?"

 "I know you're not gay, dude.  But, then why do we get off so much fucking
around with each other?  What the fuck are we doing?"  Sam was confused and
conflicted.

I tried to put it into perspective for him.

"Look, what we do is just for fun, bro.  It's not like we're in love or
going to get married or something.  Guys can fuck around without it meaning
anything, dude.  We just do whatever feels good.  And we do it together
because we trust each other and know it's just another way to get our rocks
off.  If you know you're not gay, and I know you're not gay, then you're
not gay.  Same for me.  Right?  So, what we do with each other is just two
guys getting off, two bros having some fun."

Sam was relieved; I could see it on his face.

"Or look at it this way -- you're the only guy I'd ever do this with.  And
I'm the only guy you'd ever do this with, probably --"

"Definitely the only guy," Sam interrupted.

"Right.  So, the only guy I'm gay for is you.  Only you, bro," I added.

Sam nodded his head.  "Yeah, I guess same here, dude.  You're the only guy
I'm gay for, too."

It suddenly felt awkward to both of us, and we noticed it at the same time.
We started laughing, and that ended the awkwardness fast.  I could hear
Sam's relief in his laughter, a free, joyous quality that told me he was OK
with it all.

By the time we were through with our meal and had eaten most of our piece
of the 5150 bar while we talked, it was close to 7 pm.  I asked Sam what he
felt like doing, and he said he'd like to check out our hotel for a while.
That sounded good to me, too, low-key but still active.

We put some clothes on and toured the lobby and the regions it led to.  The
place was enormous, with restaurants, gift shop, clubs, casinos, you name
it.  Everywhere we looked there were throngs of people, it being a holiday
weekend.  Everything was bright and colorful.

But it was also overwhelming, especially if you were still half-high,
hungover, and physically exhausted from a long night of sex with your
teenage son and a hooker.  After an hour or so of checking things out, I
began to feel totally stoned, like I was hallucinating, and told Sam I was
going to head back to our room.  He could stay out if he wanted, I told
him, but he opted to come with me.

By the time we were back in our room, I felt more relaxed.  I asked Sam if
he wanted to watch some porn on the huge TV, and he shrugged and said,
"Sure."

I asked him if he was high yet, and he just laughed.

"Fuck, dude, I am so baked!" he said.  "Wanna do some Molly?"

"Sure," I said.  "You want to?"

He told me he wanted to try it again.  We each took a half dose, nearly
repeating the same drug cocktail from the previous night.  All that was
missing was alcohol, but I figured we'd wait until later to hit the bottle.

We settled back on the sofa after I'd turned the TV on and ordered up a
porn channel.  It was pretty decent, not as rough and dirty as I liked it,
but OK for commercially produced porn.  Sam enjoyed it, especially the
kinkier stuff we found.

We had our hands down the front our pants almost immediately.  We weren't
really jerking off, just fondling and rubbing our junk.  The porn was good
enough that we were hard in under a minute.

"Hey, what part of Vanya's visit did you like the most?" I asked him.

Sam snorted.  "Hah!  All of it, bro!  Uhm, probably when we fucked her
together.  I never knew a bitch could take two dicks in her pussy.  That
felt amazing, the feel of our dicks sliding against each other inside her
cunt...wild, dude."

"Yeah," I replied, "that was incredible.  And it felt awesome when we both
jizzed and our dicks were fuckin' swimming in cum!"

We sighed and smiled over the recollection.

"And I wish I'd been able to see you fuck her ass better while I fucked her
pussy.  I couldn't see it as good as I wanted because of how we were
positioned."

"Yeah.  But there's always the video, bro.  It probably came out OK on the
vid, so you'll be able to see it that way," I told him.

"Oh, yeah, that's right!  Awesome," he said.  "I gotta get these clothes
off, dude."

"Leave your swaps on, bro," I told him.

We both stripped off except for our grungy swaps and tossed our clothes on
the floor just like we did at home.

We focused on the TV screen for a few minutes and started jerking off,
zoning out from the effects of the 5150 bar.

"Dude, suck my dick," Sam said to me, a stoned, dreamy look in his eyes.
He spread his legs some, inviting me to bury my face in his hairy crotch.
That was all the invitation I needed.

His underwear was stiff in the front with dried pre-cum and a few good
loads.  I licked the stiff spots and felt Sam's cock throb under the dirty
fabric.  Nosing further down, the aroma of his ass permeating the material
was like ambrosia to me.  I licked the fabric covering his asshole, then
down to the crotch of his swaps where the fumes of ball sweat roared up at
me.

Peeling the moist swaps from his body, I tossed them aside.  I needed to
free my hard dick, too, so I got my swaps off and tossed them at Sam's
head.

When he had my dirty underwear in his hands, he draped them over his face
and inhaled, making us both laugh like dirty-minded boys.  "Damn, your
balls stink, dude," he snickered.

I put Sam's dirty swaps between my teeth and shook my head like a dog
worrying a bone.

"Such a perv..." Sam laughed.

"Takes one to know one, bro," I said, and Sam just smiled and gave a slight
nod.

Descending again to his crotch, I sniffed under his balls -- his taint was
steamy and I could faintly feel the heat of his ass on my face.  I flicked
my tongue all around his asshole, then moved to lick his fuzzy balls and
swallow his hairy cock down my throat.

Sam put his hands on my head and forced my face all the way down his shaft.
"Dude, you suck dick really good," he said.

I raised my head off his cock so I could answer him.

"Nah, not really," I said quietly.  "Just yours."  I went back down on him,
and deep-throated him slowly until he was squirming and clutching the sofa
cushions.

I sat back up and told Sam to scoot down some.  Once he did, I got on my
knees in front of him.

Hiking his sweaty feet up onto the sofa seat, Sam spread his legs and
displayed his hairy asshole, then said, "Eat my ass out, bro."  I liked
hearing Sam call the shots, telling me what he wanted.

"Hell yeah," I muttered, then spread his legs even more so I could get my
face as deep in his ass as I could.

I started by lapping at his hole with the flat of my tongue, and it made
Sam shiver throughout his body.  He gave a short squeal that turned into a
soft laugh and then into a deep sigh.

I kissed his tight, puckered hole, then vacuum-sucked it for a while.  Sam
moaned loud, like an animal in heat.  I released the vacuum seal and then
slid my squirming tongue as deep up his shitter as I could shove it.

I loved the taste of Sam's ass.  Like any active 15-year old boy's, Sam's
asshole was slightly swampy, a heady combination of sweat and fertile
earth.  The scent and flavors were driving me crazy, and I rubbed my entire
face over his hole -- chin, cheeks, forehead, nose, hair, anything and
everything I could coat with Sam's ass scent.

Sam was writhing and rocking his hips back and forth, sucking in his breath
when my tongue plunged deep and tickled something inside him.  He started
grunting in a rhythmic beat, timed to my tongue thrusts.

"Damn, dude, you got me sweatin'!" he laughed.

Without missing a beat, I moved from his asshole back to his throbbing cock
and swallowed it to the root.  Sam let out a loud moan and bucked his hips
into my face.  My hands roamed up his sweaty chest.  His nipples were
erect, so I pinched them hard.  Sam gasped and swore under his breath.

"Oh, fuck...oh, fucking Christ, yeah..." he mumbled.

My hands found their way to his sweaty pits and I got my fingers coated in
the wet, skunky hair.

I moved my hands down his torso and started fingering his hole while
continuing to suck his cock.

I worked first one finger into his ass, then two.  The sensation sent a
jolt through Sam's body, so I stopped sucking his dick and leaned back on
my haunches.  I wanted to watch his face while I finger-fucked him,
noticing what made him wince and what made him smile.  I figured it was
time to bring out a couple of the sex toys I had packed for this very
purpose.

"Hold on, bro, I need to get something upstairs," I said as I hurried up
the steps.

Sam just lolled back on the sofa, stoned out of his mind with an
open-mouthed look of drugged bliss.

I grabbed the toys and a bottle of lube, then rushed back downstairs.

Sam was fingering himself with one hand, jerking off with the other.  He
looked like a young whore ready for his next customer.  My dick had a 2'
string of pre-cum leaking from the tip, swinging heavily with every step I
took.

I tossed the toys onto the sofa next to Sam. He picked up and examined each
one, as though imagining what each would feel like up his ass.

"The black one will be easiest to get in, bro," I mentioned, and that was
the one he chose to start with.  I thought I'd be the one to lube it up and
ease it into his asshole, but Sam surprised me and did it himself.

"Go slow, dude, don't force it.  There's no rush.  Just take it easy," I
coached him.

The probe was about a foot long, a thin, flexible, tapered black shaft with
a small knob on its tip.  By the time I was back on my knees in front of
him, Sam already had at least half the probe buried up his ass, slowly
sliding it in and out.

I replaced his hand with my own on the handle, freeing Sam to jack himself
off while I maneuvered the probe in and out of his twitching hole.  He had
no problem accommodating the probe, since it was no thicker than a couple
of fingers.  Sam was used to having a finger or two up his butt, his and
mine.  But the depth was something new to him.

"Feels OK, but it's really easy.  I wanna try something bigger," he said.
I was damn proud of him.

I withdrew the probe and smelled it.  A slight scent of his ass coated it,
so I rubbed it under both my armpits.  Sam's eyes were flashing with
something like glee as he watched me.

His mouth half sneered, half smiled at me.  "Put it in your ass and then do
that to me, dude," he said, clearly turned-on by being `perverted'.

I turned on my haunches and then bent over further, sticking my hairy ass
up, aimed directly at Sam.

"Put it in me, bro," I said, and he did.  Sam shoved the probe, slippery
with his lubed ass, slowly into my asshole, turning it and moving it from
side to side as he inserted it.  I knew he was trying to make as much
contact with my guts as he could so the probe would be nice and fragrant
when he pulled it out.  The idea that Sam was unleashing his nasty side so
naturally made my cock harder than ever.

He worked it in and out of my ass several times before pulling it out.  As
I turned my body back to face him, I saw that he was already running the
probe under his nose.  His expression was indescribable, a mixture of
impishness, perversion, delight, and disgust.  He looked so incredibly
sexy, more enticing than I had ever seen him before.

"Fuck, dude, it smells like sex, like when I was fucking you last night,"
he said, his voice wobbly and hushed.

I took the probe from him so I could smell it, too.  I've always loved the
smell of my ass -- it's strong and masculine, fertile and primal.  Sam
leaned back against the sofa cushions and raised his arms.  I stood up and
smeared the probe through both of his hairy pits, then watched as he
inhaled the aroma from each one.

Laughing low and nasty, he said, "Dirty, dirty, dirty!  We're nasty fuckin'
pervs, bro!"  His laughter was contagious, and he got me going, too.  I
offered him my pit to smell, which made us laugh even more.  Soon we were
both trying to shove our pits into each other's faces, wrestling all over
the sofa.  Both of us had worked up a sweat, and the smell of our enhanced
pits was scenting the room fast.

The more we slipped and slid against each other while we were wrestling,
the more sexually frantic we became.  Finally, the 5150 bar and the Molly
had kicked in for us both, and everything felt amazingly fine.  And fun.

Halting our antics to cool off and catch our breath, I told Sam to get on
all fours on the floor.  I needed to eat his ass some more, not only to
savor his flavor, but also to relax him and loosen him up for my aching,
dripping dick.

I slid two fingers into him and Sam grimaced until he remembered to relax.
Once he stopped tensing his asshole, I was able to insert a third finger
into him.  He writhed a little and started whimpering like a dog.  I wanted
to fuck him so badly at that moment, rough and raw, that I withdraw my
fingers and quickly selected another toy to open him up a little more.
Otherwise, I would have shoved my yearning cock into him before he could
comfortably take it.  I didn't want to hurt him any more than it had to.

The toy I chose was a vibrating, ribbed shaft, about six inches long, with
a five-inch diameter.  Basically, a small, thin cock.

Surprisingly, Sam was able to take it fairly easily with not much
discomfort, once I told him to bear down like he was taking a dump as I
very gently inserted it.  I'd stop every inch or so to let his body adjust
and relax.  I kept up a constant stream of encouraging words, praising and
calming him, telling him to breathe and to relax under my hands.

The vibration must have felt really good, because his cock got ramrod hard
and stayed that way.  Sam didn't even touch his dick, and probably could
have cum without any further stimulation.  But that wasn't where we were
going, so after a brief encounter with the vibrating dildo, I removed it
from his asshole and went back to rimming him.

Sam was enjoying the fact that I was doing all the ministrations, while all
he had to do was lean back, relax, and enjoy it.  But after a few more
minutes of my busy tongue invading his ass, he turned around and hugged me
tight to him, forcing me onto my back.  Sam wanted to return some of the
good feelings I was sending through his sweaty young body.

"Your turn, dude," he said.

Straddling my lower legs, Sam bent down and smelled my balls before licking
my shaft and then taking the head between his lips.  Suckling it like he
was nursing, he coaxed the pre-cum out of my dick and lapped it up as it
came flowing out.  He even rubbed my leaking cock across his cheeks, making
them shine with dick slime.  The image of him as a baby sucking Jenny's tit
came to me and made my cock pump out even more juice.

He lifted my legs and hooked them over his shoulders.  My asshole was now
exposed to him, and he lowered his face until I could feel his hot breath
beating against my shitter.  I could hear him inhaling deeply, murmuring
something dirty under his breath.  I though I heard the words, "fuckin'
good...your motherfuckin' ass", and that sent a thrill through me.

But everything Sam was doing to me only made me want to be inside him,
pounding away on his sweetly delicious, adolescent ass.  Nasty, depraved
ideas were filling my over-heated brain faster than I could sort or control
them.  The Molly was kicking in hard.

I maneuvered him into a position that allowed us to rim each other
simultaneously.  Sam was muttering words as he ate me out, sending a slight
vibration through me.  The sound of his voice, low and sex-fueled, was
making me nuts.  I groaned deep in my throat, deep into Sam's ass.

Finally, I hauled him up to face me, both of us still sprawled on the
floor.  We looked at each other's saliva-smeared faces, the fire of
drug-fueled sex-lust making our eyes shine.  Then we leaned into each other
and kissed, hard and deep.

The second our mouths made contact it was as though we were both given a
huge injection of adrenaline.  Panting, trembling, sweating, moaning, we
were all over each other.  I had never known Sam to be so ravenous, so
hungry for me.

When we came up for air, I asked Sam how he was feeling, and if the Molly
had kicked in for him yet.

He smiled drunkenly at me, and said, "Yeah, it's all working, bro, I'm
baked and amped."

Then he leaned in and kissed me again, this time gently and slow.  Just
from that one kiss I knew that the Molly was working its magic on him.  I
was feeling the same way, intensely sensual and tactile.  We couldn't keep
our hands off each other.

We were up on our knees now, arms around each other, hard cocks pressed
against our stomachs, mouths kissing and licking and biting.

I couldn't take any more.  I gasped out, "I want to be inside you, bro,
right now."

Almost simultaneously, Sam croaked out, "Fuck me, bro, I want you to fuck
me now."

I don't know how we got up the stairs and onto the bed, but there we were,
at last.  As Sam got on the bed, I stopped briefly to turn on the video
camera.  I wanted to be able to see us in action whenever I wanted to
relive this moment.  Sam liked the idea, too.

We thrashed around making out and sucking dick for a couple of minutes, and
then Sam flopped onto his back and spread his thighs.

I raised his legs a bit and teased his asshole with the head of my dick,
already slick and shiny with pre-cum.  Sam sighed and actually giggled from
the sensation.

I reached for the lube and squirted a good amount on my cock and then
worked my lube-covered fingers into Sam's tight little asshole.  He watched
every move I made, and when I was ready to enter him, I leaned down over
him and kissed his parted lips.

"I love you, Sam," I breathed into his face.  "You're gonna love this, I
promise."

Sam gently bit my lower lip, and said, "I love you, too, J.J.  Go ahead, do
it."

I reared back up and told Sam to take a few deep breaths and to relax.  On
his second breath, I pushed the head of my cock into his asshole and
paused.

Sam winced and grunted once, but then continued with deep breathing.  I
told him he was doing great and to tell me when he was ready for more.

Immediately, he nodded and said, "I'm ready; give me more."

I pushed in another inch or so and ran into his sphincter, making Sam cry
out and gasp.

"Oh fuck, it hurts, dude," he said, his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

"Breathe, and relax your asshole, babe," I replied, unwilling to withdraw
and end his discomfort.  I was more than halfway inside him, and I knew how
that would change everything he was feeling.

After a minute or so his body adjusted to having my dick up his ass.  I
could feel the barrier to further entry lessen, and I pushed in even
further.  I was now well more than halfway in.

Sam yelped loud, but then sighed and grunted as he bore down, forcing his
asshole to open further.  He wanted me inside him as badly as I wanted to
be there.

As I pushed in some more, I said, "I'm almost in, Sam; you're doing great.
Just one more push and it'll be over with.  Ready?"

He was moaning and gasping, but he nodded quickly.  "Yeah, ready," he said.

I pushed in again, relentless and determined to sink myself all the way
inside him.  Sam roared between clenched teeth, bore down hard again, and
suddenly I sank in all the way to my pubes.  Sam yowled in relief and the
sudden feel of being completely full of me.  I was inside the warmest,
snuggest, most awesome asshole I had ever plugged.

I didn't move my hips at all until Sam got used to the feeling of being
stuffed with cock.  Instead, I leaned down and glued my mouth to his.  As
we kissed, I slowly began to lightly thrust my cock in and out of his
tender ass.  Sam groaned and panted into my mouth, then started a
high-pitched whimpering, a thrilling sound of virginity being lost.

I leaned back again and spread his legs wider, watching my glistening cock
glide in and out of my son's hairy, adolescent asshole.  Sam was losing his
mind.  I pumped faster and harder into him, making him almost bounce on the
bed.

Sam was experiencing something I had hoped he might -- the inexpressible
sense of communion and connectedness that happens when one person takes
another into their body.

He said, "I feel so full, dude.  You're inside me and I'm full of you.  Oh,
my god...it feels so good...yeah, J.J., fuck me, fuck me.  Oh, my god, yes!
I fuckin' love having you inside me, dude.  I fuckin' love you, I love you
so much..."  He went on and on like this.  I knew exactly what he was
feeling.

I practically fell on top of his writhing, rocking body, slick with potent
sweat, blazing with the heat of passionate abandon.  Our bodies were nearly
glued together, so tightly pressed were we.

I rasped out, "I adore you, Sam, I fuckin' love you, too, bro, it feels so
damn good being inside you, I never want it to stop...fuck, I love you,
babe..."

He wrapped his legs around me, trying to force me even deeper inside
himself.  "Yeah, dude, fuck me, bro...fuck me like a man, dude!"

When Sam barked those words out, it was like he had opened a throttle
somewhere deep inside my brain and body.  I plunged my cock into his ass as
deep and dominant as I could, making him cry out and bellow like he was
under attack.  We were lucky that the hotel's rooms were pretty much
sound-proof, otherwise any neighbors we might have had would probably have
called the front desk to report someone being abused in our room.

Sam started talking trash the harder I thrust into him.  I loved hearing my
boy talk dirty to me when we fucked around, and tonight he was loquacious.

"Yeah, motherfucker, own my ass.  C'mon, you fuckin' perv, give it to me,
bitch!"  Everything he said only stoked my fuck-lust for his amazing ass.

"You want my cum?  You want me to fill your fuckin' guts with my hot jizz,
don't you, you nasty little cocksucker," I replied.  My words seemed to
work into his soul and made him moan like an animal in rut.

Sam shook his head wildly, like an angry young bull, and made a guttural
noise in his throat.  Then he raised his head and looked at me with a
demonic leer.

"You can do whatever you want to me, fucker.  You can be as pervy as you
want."  His words came out in great huffs from the force of my fucking.

I heard myself laugh with a soft, depraved glee.  I quickly pulled my cock
out of his ass.  Sam gasped from the sudden emptiness and actually whined
like a dog.

I moved myself forward and stuck my slimy cock in his face.  Sam gingerly
licked it like a starving puppy, then wrapped his mouth around it and
sucked me like he craved it.

I hissed in my breath from the sight of my dick, fresh from his ass,
gliding in and out of his throat, and hearing the sloppy, purring sound
coming from his mouth.  I grabbed his hair in my hands and forced his head
down on my cock until he gagged, then I pulled out and replaced my cock
with my tongue.

I could smell ass around his shiny, slimy mouth, but I couldn't taste it on
his tongue.  It didn't matter, because the moment our mouths locked, the
Molly seemed to kick in harder and it felt like my entire body had somehow
melded with his.

I told Sam to get up on all fours so I could fuck him like an animal.  He
scrambled into position and showed me his greasy, glistening asshole,
framed by little, dark whorls of slick hair.  I could smell his swampy,
humid ass, and when I plunged in to the hilt, he farted.  The sound made me
groan loud, and I thrust harder and made him fart again, over and over.
Sam totally ignored it, but the sound of his fuck-farts was driving me
wild.

I could feel the cum in my nuts start to boil and I knew I would shoot my
load in seconds.  But I wasn't ready to blow quite yet.

I needed to feel Sam's cock inside me.  I needed it bad.  I reached under
him and grabbed his dick.  It was hard as a rock, slick and slippery from
all the pre-cum he was pumping out.  I had happily noticed that once we'd
started fucking, Sam had never lost his erection.  He liked getting fucked,
he liked the feel of my cock in his tight ass.

I hauled him up to his knees, still firmly embedded in his ass.  I wrapped
my arms around his sweat-drenched chest and pulled him to mine, then
growled into his ear that I wanted him to fuck me.

Sam got distressed at the idea of losing the sensation of having my cock
shoved up his ass, but I told him I'm finish fucking him after I had him
inside me for a little while.  I told him this was called flip-fucking.  I
doubt he even heard what I said.

When I pulled out of his butt, he moved and let me lay flat on my back.  I
threw my legs up and told him to rape my ass.  Sam gave an evil laugh and
roared his way into my shitter.  The sudden feel of my son's prick stabbing
into my guts made me shriek in pain and delight.  He draped himself over
me, and as he brutally fucked me I lapped at his streaming armpits, sweat
trickling into my face when I buried it in the rank, wet hair.

When I came up for air, I looked into his eyes and saw Sam staring at me
with something like love and rage combined.  Suddenly, he hocked up a wad
of saliva and spat it in my face.  I gasped when his spit slammed against
my skin, then laughed and spat back at him.  My spit dripped off his lips
and chin.

"Oh fuck, bro, it feels so good having you inside me," I said.

Sam didn't say a word, just picked up the speed and force of his fucking.
His full balls were slapping my ass with every forward thrust, the sound of
it mixing with our grunts and sighs.

After what felt like hours of being pummeled, though it was only a few
minutes, Sam pulled out and flopped next to me on his back.  I didn't know
what he was doing, but quickly understood what he intended.  With a series
of rapid grunts, Sam threw his legs up over his head and then bent double
and swallowed his cock.  Sucking himself off like a madman, I had to tell
him not to cum yet, otherwise he would have shot his load and swallowed it
without my being able to see him shoot.

With a clear view of his pulsing asshole, I moved myself so I could plug
his ass while he sucked his own cock.  Sliding into him, Sam spat his dick
out of his mouth and yelped as I began pumping into his over-worked hole.
Once the rhythm started, he took his dick back into his mouth and resumed
sucking.

Sam was matching me in depravity, discovering new perversions of his own
devising.  I had never been so proud of, and impressed by, my boy.

"Fuckin' little slut, you're gonna make me cum so hard," I said.  I pulled
out and Sam set his cock free from his hungry mouth.

"Cum in me, fucker," he whispered, his voice shaky and reedy, the sound of
a filthy-minded young kid teetering on the edge of sanity.

I was keening and moaning as I fucked faster.  My balls felt like they
would explode any second, and I bit Sam's throat as I felt the first burst
of hot sperm rocket out of my cock and blast deep into his guts.  I
screamed.

As I slammed my groin against his ass, Sam raked his fingernails down my
back, making my flesh burn and tingle.  I knew he had drawn blood, and the
feel of it made the next blasts of jizz even more intense and
mind-shattering.

We sounded like lunatics, sighing, moaning, babbling incoherently.  Sam's
voice rose an octave, and his cock suddenly unleashed it's load all over my
chest.  It seemed like he would never stop cumming, and by the time his
balls had emptied, my chest was glazed with his load.  I could smell it's
pungent seediness like a dank fog filling my head.

I scooped up his cum as fast as it appeared, slurping it down like a dog.
I shoved my cum-covered hand in his mouth and he sucked his cum off my
fingers.

As our sweaty bodies cooled down and our breathing relaxed, I got off him
and wedged my face between his thighs.  Forcing him to spread his legs, I
glued my mouth to his asshole and suctioned out as much of my cum as I
could comfortably hold in my mouth.  Sam gasped from the sensation.

Savoring the flavor, I brought my face back to his.  Instinctively, Sam
opened his mouth and I let the ass-flavored cum spill from my mouth into
his.  Sam squeezed his eyes tight shut, as if the sight of cum from his ass
spilling onto his face was just too much for him.  But his greedy mouth
gulped down every mucky strand that entered it.

Spent, we collapsed into each other.  Our bodies were slick and sopping wet
with strong-smelling sweat.  The entire room, the entire world, smelled
like freshly fucked assholes.  We were free-floating in Nirvana.

Running my fingers through his sweaty scalp, Sam squeezed himself into my
side, then threw one hairy leg over mine.

"Oh, my god, dude, that was fuckin' incredible!" he said.

"You enjoy it, bro?" I asked him, wanting to hear more.

"Fuck yeah!  That was completely mind-blowing, dude.  I had no idea, no
idea," he said.

I smiled and laughed quietly.  "I'll tell you something, bro -- that was by
far the best fuck I've ever had, hands down.  No shit.  The absolute
fuckin' best!"  Sam blushed and grinned from ear to ear.  "You're a wild
little tiger, little bro," I added.

After a short pause, Sam said, "I have to tell you something, too, dude.
Remember a long time ago when we were at the beach and I teased you about
wanting to fuck me?"

I knew exactly what he was talking about.  "Yeah?"

He giggled a bit and said, "You coulda fucked me then if ya wanted to,
dude.  I wanted you to, actually, but I couldn't tell you cuz I was scared
you'd think I was gay."

Sam had been 12-1/2 at the time.  I had wanted nothing more than to fuck
him, but I guess I was kind of nervous about it, too, back then.

"It's probably better that we waited," I offered.  "You're more developed
now, and your dick is for sure way fuckin' bigger than it was back in the
day."

Sam just shrugged and smiled at me.  "Anyway, I'm glad we finally did it.
We sure waited long enough."

The Molly was making us talkative and confessional.  I wanted to hear more
from Sam about how he felt.

"I'm glad, too.  Now you know what I felt last night, why I wanted to feel
your dick inside me."

"Hell yeah," he said.  "Now I know what bitches feel when a dude fucks `em.
I get why rape is such a horrible fuckin' thing.  Allowing a guy to put his
dick inside your body is an honor.  It's, like, a holy thing, so the idea
of being forced to take a dick is totally fucked-up."

I was proud of my boy and told him so.

But I was still curious about that day at the beach.  Laughing, I said,
"So, you wanted me to fuck you when you were 12 and-a-half?!  That's how
old you were that day at the beach."

"Yep.  Well, all I knew is that I wanted to get as close to you as I could.
Dude, I fuckin' worshipped you when I was little.  You were like a
superhero to me, and I had a total crush on you.  I didn't even know what
it meant, but I wanted to do anything and everything with you.  When we'd
jerk-off together, I'd try to memorize everything about how you looked so I
could think about it later.  Yeah, I wanted anything you wanted.  Cuz I was
so into you, dude."

I was feeling all sorts of emotions.  I wondered what I should say, or not
say.  It didn't matter, because Sam went on.

Snickering, he said, "Dude, I even used to spy on you when you and Mom were
fucking.  I'd creep down the hall to your room whenever I heard you guys
doin' it, and your door was usually part way open.  So, I'd just push the
door open far enough to peek inside and watch you fuck her."  He laughed
some more.

"You so totally take after me, bro," I laughed.  "Did you jerk-off while
you watched?"

"Duh!  Of course," he said, giving my nuts a squeeze.

"That's really hot," I told him.  Now it was my turn.  "Hey, remember a
long time ago when Mom took you to the doctor because she thought you had a
sinus infection?  And the doctor told her that you were fine?"

"No shit, a long time ago!  But yeah, I remember it, sort of."

"Well, that was all my fault.  But it was fuckin' hilarious at the same
time."  I stated to chuckle at the memory.

Sam began to laugh, too, his curiosity piqued.  "Why?  What'd you do?"

"I used to sneak into your room in the middle of the night and jerk-off
while I looked at you.  I'd shoot my load over you, and you and your bed
would get splattered with it.  When it dried I guess it looked like dried
snot to Mom."  I could barely speak through my laughter.

Sam was rolling with laughter, too.  "Dude, you shoulda woken me up, or
climbed into bed with me.  I woulda let you, ya know."  I kissed his
forehead.  "Yeah, I wondered a few times what the dried stuff on my face
and shoulders was.  And my hair.  You nasty fuck!  But, yeah, that's
hilarious, dude.  Mom was so confused!"

We continued with the True Confessions for a while longer, and then we
fucked again, taking turns on each other.  By the time we finally passed
out, it was well after 2 a.m., and we had fucked each other I don't know
how many times.  Our assholes ached like hell the next day, but neither of
us minded because we knew what had caused it.

We hardly slept at all, maybe a few hours.  Snorting coke at dawn helped us
stay awake and alert.  We were due to check-out by noon, and we had enough
time to eat a leisurely breakfast, hang out at the pool for an hour or so,
load up the truck, and settle the bill.

We knew we had to go back to our hum-drum everyday lives, but we were
coming home far different than we had left it.  But there was still the
drive home to enjoy together, and we turned it into a party.