Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 12:57:53 -0700 From: dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com Subject: Pulled Pork This story is total fiction. Please do not read if it is illegal in your country. Please e-mail me with feedback. Thanks. dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com Pulled Pork by Danny Ocean How did it happen? How did our neighborhood social gatherings devolve into such debauchery? I don't live in a trailer park. I live in a upscale community of affluent people. Yet every time there's a swim party or a cook out, all the fathers and sons get together for secret, ball-draining sessions in someone's basement. It all started a few years ago at a typical summer cookout, Hank had brought a aluminum tray full of pulled pork. And once the boys heard that nutty expression, that's all we heard all day long. "Can I pull your pork?" "Hey, Timmy, come on over here and pull my pork." "Daddy, can you pull my pork for me?" "Damn it all, I pulled my pork off." "Pull your pork, gov'nor? I'll cost you a shilling." I'll have to admit. Hearing a group of pretty young boys use that expression gave me a monster chubby. And looking around at the other fathers, I would guess that they might have had the same reaction. We all had a good time as the day progressed. Lots of hot dogs, hamburgers, soda, and beer. The wives all sat amongst themselves trading gossip and having a great time ignoring the husbands. When the sun was hanging low in the sky, I finished off my last burger. I looked around and noticed that all the boys were gone. The girls were still there, laughing and playing in the pool, the wives, and the fathers. But where were the boys? Suddenly, Hank saunters up to me with the biggest grin I'd ever seen on his face. "Hey, Ed," he says. "Go down to the basement. The boys want a word with you." What the hell was going on? I look at some of the other fathers. They were all smiling and staring at me, snickering. "Ok, what's the joke?" I asked. Hank winked and said, "Let's just say that the pulled pork joke has gotten way out of hand. Go on down there." I gulped my beer down and walked slowly into the house and down the basement stairs expected some goofy practical joke. It was dark at the bottom of the stairs, but I could see figures in the gloom. Soon it was apparent that all the boys, 10 in all, were completely naked including my own son, Gus. Some were kissing each other, some were openly masturbating. When they saw me, they all broke up with laughter. "Hurry up, Mr. Walters. Get naked and join the club," little Jackie said. "Let's get him," shouting Timmy. The boys were all over me, stripping off my clothes. I was super hard by this point. I was sure glad there were no windows down there. They finally got all my clothes off and dragged me over to a chaise lounge. They laid me down and began touching me all over, giggling uncontrollably. Suddenly the oldest boy, Sammy, who was twelve, said, "OK, back up everybody." They did as he told them. I lay there, naked and incredibly hard. "Who wants to do the honors?" asked Sammy. Justin raised his hand. "You did Mr. Sommers. I want to do Mr. Walters." "OK, Justin. Start pulling his pork." The boys laughed heartily as Justin gently took hold of my cock and began jerking it up and down. I was in heaven. Sammy continued. "Timmy, you tickle his balls. Henry, you stick up finger up his butt. And Andy you kiss him since you're the prettiest." More laughter. More hands. The wonderful feeling of tiny little fingers caressing my scrotum. A little finger worming its way into my asshole. Other hands on my chest and neck. Justin increasing his speed on my cock. Eventually the laughter stopped as the boys concentrated on my extreme reactions. I was groaning, moaning, gasping. Sweet little 8 year old Andy Smith was kissing me tenderly, occasionally poking his tongue in my mouth, all driving me totally insane with pleasure. Sammy said, "OK, Justin, jerk him hard and fast. I think he's going to cum soon." Justin did what he was told. His hand was flying on my cock. Timmy tickled my balls faster and Henry was sliding his finger faster in and out of my ass. Oh shit! I can't last much longer. Little Andy stopped kissing me long enough to whisper in my ear. "I really like kissing you Mr. Walters. Are you going to shoot that white stuff soon?" That did it. I arched my back and let out the loudest Indian war whoop that could be heard for blocks. The cum shot out of my cock like a fountain. The strongest orgasm I'd had in years. "Holy shit," cried Sammy. "Look at how high it's shooting." Some of the cum actually landed on my face. Little Andy was nice enough to lick it off. I looked over at my own son, Gus. He was beaming with pride. All the boys were high- fiving each other, as if they'd all played a great baseball game. When I finally came back to earth I looked over and saw little Andy. He was looking at me with sad puppy dog eyes and slowly pulling cock back and forth. I couldn't help myself. I got up and lifted him off his feet, holding onto his soft perfect ass. I completely engulfed his little dick and balls in my mouth and went to town on him. "Oh, Mr. Walters!!!" I heard him yell. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!" He soon began humping my face like a little puppy dog. I couldn't see the other boys, but I could hear their exclamation of surprise and wonder. I was getting the impression none of the other dads reciprocated like this. Suddenly, I felt another pair of hands on Andy's ass. Andy went totally wild so I figured that one of the boys spread his asscheeks and stuck a tongue up there. Soon he had his little boy orgasm and I put him down. They handed me my clothes and I got dressed. Soon after, Sammy said, "Hope you had a good time, Mr. Walters. It's your job, now, to go outside and send in Mr. Johnson. OK?" I nodded weakly and went to fulfill my obligation. Well, that's it. That's how it all started. How we were able to keep it a secret from the wives all these years is a miracle in itself.