Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2017 15:13:31 +0100 From: Albert Horniman Subject: Teenage Muscle Hunk part 3 Teenage Muscle Hunk A cumming of age story by A. Horniman. Keep nifty going – make your donation here ... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Part 3 A few months later and I'm 18. I've left home and I'm living with Yousef. We're friends as well as flat mates and lovers. He's told me about growing up in Beirut and how his father sent him abroad to study. He's now doing a Masters in Political Science and Journalism. I'd thought about going on to college but I'd had enough of all that and I've got myself a job in a warehouse till I decide what I really want to do. But it's our first Christmas together, and it's time for my regular skype call with my dad. He's on an oil rig somewhere off the west coast of Africa. I've told Yousef about him. How he left my mum shortly after I was born when he realised he didn't want to be a father. How I always felt that it was my fault that he left, that there was something wrong with me because why else would he reject me like that. Our skype calls were usually short and perfunctory. This time I decided to tell him the truth. "I'm fine Dad. I've got some news. I've left home and I'm living with my boyfriend." Silence. "Dad? Can you hear me?" "Yes David, I can hear you. Your boyfriend you said. Well I hope he's looking after you OK." "He is. Do you want to say hello to him?" "Not just now. In a moment maybe. Let me take this in." Pause. "Did your mother ever tell you why I left?" I take a deep breath, then... "She said you didn't want to be a father, you weren't ready or you felt you were too young or something." "No David. It's because I realised I was gay." Silence. I don't know what to say. "I'm not out like you are," he went on. "On the rigs, it's like the army. There are blokes who play but it's all very `Don't ask, don't tell'. I think it's great you've got a boyfriend." "I don't know what to say dad. Listen I want to have a quick word with Yousef then I'll call you back." "Yousef? He's Arab?" "Yes dad. He's from Lebanon. Speak to you in a few minutes." Yousef is in the kitchen cooking up something spicy for our Christmas dinner. I call to him to come in. "It's my dad. I just told him about us and he's told me he's gay. That's why he left my mum." "Shit!" "I told him I had a boyfriend and then he told me. Yousef, my dad's gay! Do you want to meet him?" "Well if he's as gorgeous and hunky as you are, of course I do!" he replies. I plant a kiss on his full lips. "I love you, you big dummy!" I tell him. I reconnect the skype call. Yousef is sitting next to me with his arm round me. "Hi Yousef," my dad says. "Hi Mr ..." "Call me Jack," my dad replies. "I understand you're living with my son. Is that right?" "That's right sir," Yousef replies. "I hope your intentions with him are entirely dishonourable," my dad says with a wink. "Absolutely sir," Yousef replies and gives me a squeeze. "Fair enough," he responds. "You've got excellent taste in men David." Yousef blushes. "I think so too dad! When are we going to see you?" "Well I've got a six-week furlough starting next month. I was planning on going to Cape Town but I could come and see you guys. Got somewhere I can crash?" "You bet Jack!" Yousef says. "There's room here if you don't mind mucking in." "On an oil rig everyone mucks in. It's the only way things can work," Dad replies. "Listen, Happy Christmas guys. Whoops! Yousef, sorry maybe you don't do Christmas..." "My family's Maronite Christian but I'm not religious. It's no problem to me." "Cool! So, David, I'm sorry I haven't been much of a dad to you but I promise to make it up to you. I love you son." "I love you too dad," I reply. * "Your dad's a real hunk," Yousef says. "He turns your crank does he?" I ask. "Fuck yeh! He's like an older version of you." And secretly I had to admit that my dad turned me on as well. * Phone call from my mother. "Hi David, I had a call from your father. He says he's coming over next month. That's great. I'm so glad you'll finally have a chance to connect with him." "He told me the real reason why he left us." Silence. "He's gay mum. Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't want to upset you. It's not really something to be proud of now is it?" "And if I tell you that I'm gay and Yousef is my boyfriend ..." "You're joking!" she says. "Why should I joke about something like that?" "Oh, David! Was it my fault? Was it something I did or didn't do?" "It's nobody's fault. It's nothing to be ashamed of." "Wait a minute. Not having a man around. Was that it?" "Mum, you're not listening. I'm happy being who I am. Fault doesn't come into it." "Maybe it's a phase. Maybe you just haven't found the right girl yet." "You're not listening, mum. Speak to you another time. Bye for now!" And I hang up. * "That didn't sound too good," Yousef says. "If I hadn't hung up I would have got angry. I didn't think that would help." "Wise move," Yousef replies. * Half an hour later my phone rings again. "Hello David? It's Aunty Mina." "Oh hello Mina..." "I just been speaking to your mum." "Oh yes..." "And I don't want you to worry about anything. It's just her. It's ever since she went to that religious school. They put all that rubbish in her head. So what if you fancy boys. So what! She's so old fashioned. She rings me up in a panic telling me you're gay. I tell her there's nothing to get worked up about. So don't worry darling, we'll have a word with her. She'll have to listen to her sisters." "Er... thanks auntie. I really appreciate that." "Bye darling. I'd give you a big kiss next time but I know you wouldn't like that. You live your own life. You do what's right for you!" * Yousef has been listening. "That's your Aunt Mina?" "I'm as surprised as you are," I reply. "Mum phoned her freaking out about me being gay and she supports me totally. She's cool with it. Says she's going to have a word with mum to explain things to her." "Wow! Who'da thunk it?" Yousef replies. * We drive to the airport to pick dad up. "Nervous?" Yousef asks. "No... er... Yes," I reply. "A bit." "What are you nervous about?" "Just seeing him on skype turns me on Yousef," I replied. "God knows what it'll be like when I meet him for real." * I recognise him instantly as he comes through the arrivals gate. Solid, broad shouldered, muscular but not gym built. A man with a body built from hard physical work. "Dad?" "David!" And we embrace. People are looking at us but I don't care. He's my father. I've only ever seen him on skype calls and now he's here in person. "You look fantastic David!" "So do you Dad!" "And this must be Yousef." And Yousef moves to shake dad's hand but dad takes his hand and draws him into a hug. Yousef grins. "Jack! Great to see you. How was your flight?" "Fucking awful! I just need to get out of these clothes and have a long hot shower." * Back at our apartment. Dad is fresh out of the shower and he's sitting on our sofa in his sweatpants. His smell is of soap and man. "I can't believe how good looking you are David. Those photos your mum sends me don't do you justice. You've really been working on yourself." "Thanks to the genes I got from you." "Not much else I'm afraid," he replies sadly. "Listen dad. It's great to see you," I reply. "What's done is done. C'mere dad. We can make up for lost time." And I take him into a hug. I feel an electric buzz and I'm getting hard. "I know how I'd like you to make it up to me," I say. "And how would that be?" he asks. And I get my hand between his legs and feel the heat of his crotch, the soft mass of his balls and the solid cock. "Really?" he says. "You'd fancy an old goat like me when you've got a gorgeous boyfriend like Yousef?" "We both fancy you!" I reply. "But wouldn't it be incest or something?" he says. "I don't think so," Yousef says. "I mean nobody's going to get pregnant are they?" "Not for want of trying..." I say and Yousef giggles. "All right," dad says. "How about we start by you two putting on a show for me?" "Really?" "Yeh! My own private posedown from two sexy muscle studs," he says. "One of whom just happens to be your son," I add "And the other who just happens to be your son's boyfriend," Yousef adds. "Then we see where it goes from there..." dad says. So Yousef and I strip down and I dig out a couple of posing pouches. Dad whistles. "Too much!" he says. "My own private porn movie..." "You like?" I ask him as I pose in my pale blue pouch, the material straining with my engorged cock. "Fucking gorgeous!" dad replies, licking his lips. Then Yousef comes in wearing a black leather pouch. "Fuck me he's hairy!" dad says. And Yousef runs his hands down the muscles of his chest, squeezing his nipples, then down his belly to cup his bulging genitals, then bends over and wiggles his perfect arse in dad's face. "Shit! That's awesome," he says. So not to be outdone I'm giving dad my dirtiest bump and grind. Showing off my thighs, my back, my arms... Dad's just sitting there as Yousef and I compete to see who can turn him on the more. He's got a hand inside his jogging bottoms playing with himself. The electricity in the room is incredible. Then Yousef is posing with his arms raised and I'm straight in there, licking his sweaty pit, loving the man stink of him. And Yousef is stroking my arse, running his hands over me. "Fuck guys you've got me so horned up," dad says, "This is just too amazing!" "You ain't seen nothing yet," Yousef says. "You ready Dave?" And I'm on my knees working Yousef's cock in my mouth, tugging on his balls, as Yousef's playing with his tits. Then Yousef is sucking me and running a finger round my hole. Then he's got his tongue in my hole and I'm wriggling about, holding my arse cheeks apart so he can get deeper in there. "That's it Yousef, lick him out. Get him good and ready for your cock." "You wanna watch me fuck your son?" Yousef asks my dad. "Yeh man. Show him how you do it..." dad replies. I don't believe this. My dad's gonna watch me get fucked! And I bend over the sofa as Yousef hauls his cock out of his leather posing pouch. It's thick, it's dark with a massive purple head and it's dripping pre-come. "Suck me Jack," Yousef says. "Get my cock hard for your son's arse." "Oh yeh!" my dad says and he's on his knees in front of Yousef, licking his hairy balls, and running his tongue along the shaft and then dives his mouth as far as he can onto Yousef's rock solid Arab cock. Yousef groans. "Oh man that's good. Get it nice and wet then you can watch as I stick it up him." "No lube?" dad asks. "He doesn't need lube. From all the fucking he's been getting from me he can take me on spit. In fact he's still got a load of my spunk up there from this morning. Have a taste..." "Can I son?" dad asks. "Can I lick your hole and taste Yousef's spunk inside you?" "Go for it dad!" I reply. "Have a good taste and get me open for Yousef's cock," And I pull my arse cheeks apart to help dad get his tongue in there. And he's licking and kissing and driving me crazy as he drills his tongue into me. This is wild! My dad's licking my boyfriend's come out of my arse. Then dad's got a finger inside me, and I gasp. "He's ready for your cock now Yousef," dad says. "Go on. Fuck his hole. Fuck my son's hole." And dad is kneeling on the floor between us and has a close-up of Yousef's fat dark cock breeching my anal sphincter and shoving the full length of it deep into my guts. "Oh my god!" dad says, "He's taken all of it! He's taken all your cock up him" "Yeh, I'm gonna fuck him now," Yousef says. "You can stay there and watch and you can lick his balls as I fuck him." "Can I do that son?" dad asks. "Oh, yeh! I'd love that. Lick my balls dad. Lick `em good." "Oh David, your balls are all sweaty. I love the taste of your sweat..." And Yousef fucks me slowly as dad works his mouth on my nuts. I'm going crazy here. It's my dad! I've only ever seen him on skype before and now we're having the craziest sex scene ever, driving us to amazing highs. I don't think I've ever felt anything like this before. Then I feel Yousef speed up. "I'm gonna come!" he says. "In my mouth!" dad says. And Yousef pulls out of my arse and my dad is straight on his cock as it spews jet after jet of hot semen and he's swallowing it down, Yousef jerking and groaning. Dad loving it as he licks Yousef's cock clean of my arse juices and Yousef's creamy spunk. * "You OK Dave?" Yousef asks. "Brilliant!" I reply. "Jack?" "That was totally in-fucking-credible," dad replies. "Did you come?" I ask dad. "No, did you?" he replies. "Not yet," I reply. "Do you want to? I got a hole here that could take another fuck." "I warn you Jack. Once he gets in the mood to take cock, you can't stop him," Yousef says with a laugh. "I'm going to have a break. It's your turn now." And as Yousef goes off to the bathroom my dad stands up. I get out of my posing pouch and he strips out of his jogging bottoms and for the first time I see the strength of my father's body standing naked before me. A body honed from years of physical work. Solid, stocky, pure masculinity. And there is the cock that made me. So much like mine. Both of us are erect. I hold his, he holds mine and we're into an embrace. Fully naked, skin against skin, sweat mixing with sweat, crotch against crotch. His hands running over my body. God! I've always wanted this. "I want you son," he whispers. "I want you too dad," I reply. "Now make it up to me for all those years. I want you inside me." And he's looking at me with tears in his eyes and his hand sneaks round the back of my arse feeling with his thick fingers for my well-fucked hole. "David..." he starts to say. But I place my mouth on his and kisses speak instead of words – urgent, passionate. Yousef comes back in. "You guys want to be private or can I watch?" he asks. "Yeh, watch me fuck my son." dad says. "You bet!" Yousef replies and settles down naked on the sofa, spreading his big hairy thighs and stroking his erection. * "How do you want me?" I ask dad. He doesn't say anything but just lies on his back holding his thick daddy cock for me to sit on. "I want to see your face as I fuck you David," he says. And I squat over my dad, facing him, position his cock at my hole and sit down, sliding his cock deep into my arse while he pushes up against me. I open my eyes and he's looking at me while he's holding onto me, helping me balance as I pull up and away from him. He looks lost for a moment, then I drive myself back down, impaling myself with a grunt. This is the cock that made me and I'm fucking myself on it. And again, impaling myself as he drives into me, almost lifting me off the floor. "Yeh!" "Ride that cock Dave," Yousef is saying. "Oh God, this is amazing," my dad is saying. "This is such a sweet arse." "Yeh, fuck him good Jack!" Yousef says, "Give him what he needs. He's a horny slut and he'll take everything you can give him." "Fuck me dad! Oh God, fuck me!" And dad starts pummelling me till I'm almost being thrown into the air, but his arms are holding me. Then I'm grinding myself into him, lifting my arse off, slamming back down on his cock to get him as deep as I can inside me, then I'm squeezing and grinding his cock with my arse. Fucking the spunk from him till he gives a godalmighty shove and I feel his cock swell inside me as throb after throb, he's filling me with his seed. Then what else is there to do but fall into an embrace with him. His cock slips out of me and I feel his come dripping down my balls and over the back of my thighs. I'm happy. So, so happy. * "That was so horny and so fucking beautiful to watch," Yousef says. "Any time," I say. "Yeh," dad says. "Any time." "But you haven't come yet?" Yousef says to me. And it's true. I've been royally buggered twice, taken two massive loads and I've still not come. "We'll have to do something about that!" Yousef says stroking his hard-on and grinning at me. "How do you want to come David," my dad asks me. "Yousef fucking me and you sucking my cock," I reply. "My pleasure son!" dad says. I lie down and Yousef spoons behind me and slides easily into my open hole, his cock making a squelching noise in all the loads that have been fucked into me since this morning. And slowly slowly he's fucking himself into me, and I feel the soft fur of his chest and belly against my back and his arms are around me while dad's mouth is on my cock, suctioning the come from his boy. This is heaven and as Yousef shoves himself into me I feel my spunk shoot into my dad's mouth. The next morning comes with three glorious morning woods and the smell of coffee. I could get used to this. * * * Epilogue That's it for the moment but there are more stories I could tell you, like about the time my dad brought a couple of his fuck-buddies from the oil rig to meet Yousef and me. Then there's more about Clive, the construction worker who took my cherry. About the time I saw him helping his disabled wife out of their car and into her wheelchair. He didn't see me but he looked so sad and I felt sorry for him. I realised then that I still had a soft spot (and a hard cock) for him and I wondered what I could do to cheer him up. Oh, and by the way, my mother has chilled out about me being gay. Her sisters, my aunts really did a number on her and got her to calm down and accept the situation. I guess I've got something to thank them for. * Here's where you make your donation to keep nifty going http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Other stories by Albert Horniman can be found in the prolific authors section. * I'd also like to recommend some of my favourite nifty authors: Jamie Anderson: because he's horny and extremely funny and a great, original story teller. And did I mention his wry sense of humour? Bobby Michaels (RimPig) because he manages to be both a pig and a romantic. He takes the classic story lines about jocks or marines and fleshes them out with such beautiful sensitive detail and total raunch. Posingstrap: for his love of the male body and the horny way he describes it and yes, he's a romantic when it comes down to it. DogBone: This gay cop is such a complex character with his power and his vulnerability, and his adventures are wild and dangerous. You can't help but love him. JRoyale: His `Straight Buddy Ray' series is an absolute classic of well written raunch with a great sense of humour. Look for them in the nifty Prolific Authors section http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html