Date: Tue, 7 Jun 2011 12:59:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: muscle_sprouts@yahoo.com
Subject: What I Saw 20

Here we go again...Please don't read if you are not supposed to or if you
are offended by erotic FICTION.

The next few weeks with Lane staying at the house were beyond belief. After
the veritable orgy in the sceevy bathroom, I crawled home to rehydrate and
shower. Lane didn't return for several hours and went right to bed. The
next couple days he laid low and I just sort of saw him in passing in the
hallway. He looked a bit disoriented and no matter what he was wearing it
was clear his cock was semi- erect all the time. I did my best to keep an
eye on him and he seemed to be masturbating two and three times a day. The
guy was out of control. He didn't make any more trips out of the house in
the next day or two but the tension throughout the entire house went up
when my dad returned from his business trip. I could see the two of them
sceeming to try and be alone. Their eyes would lock and I could actually
see Lane's cock stiffen at just a glance from my dad.

It finally happened one night. My mom was out and I did my best to stay
awake to try and catch anything that was going on but I was so worn out I
feel asleep laying on my bed reading. I woke to the room being dark and all
too familiar noises coming from my Dad's room. I got up and being as quiet
as possible I crept to the door of his room. I breathlessly pushed the door
open. My eyes widened at the sight before me, Lane was stripped totally
naked lying face down on the bed my parents shared. His t-shirt, jeans and
underwear were tossed into a corner, clearly in haste. His flushed cheeks
were visible but his face was buried in the covers of the bed. His legs
were spread wide and my father was kneeling above him, his jeans shucked
down below his ass. His entire ten inch dick was balls deep in the kid's
ass and Lane was writhing on the bed, a balled up bunch of the bedspread
muffling his screams of pleasure. A light sheen of sweat coated the kid's
tan back, his smooth muscles stood out as he strained and squirmed. My
dad's dark sport's shirt clung to him wet with spots along the thick trench
of his back and under his arms. His eyes gleamed and beads of sweat ran
down his face. As I watched, he pulled his hips back slowly drawing the
full length and girth of his cock out of the tight channel.  His dick
looked impossibly swollen. Every ridge and vein stood out in deep
relief. The shaft looked thicker than I had ever seen it and it looked like
he could split the kid in two. He stopped when just the thick flange of the
head remained clamped tight in the anal ring...paused a moment, then drove
back in to the hilt. He pushed forward aggressively jamming his tight ball
sack against the slick skin above the kid's jerking cock, trying to get in
as deep as he could. They must have been at it for a while because I could
see the muscles of Dad's ass flutter and his strokes were eratic, he looked
like he was on the edge. I pulled my eyes off my father and looked between
Lane's splayed thighs and saw that he had already cum at least once as his
rigid hard-on was bent back against one wet thigh, slick with his own semen
as the pressure from my dad's thrusts ground his cock into the pool of cum
on the bed.  My dad pulled back even further on the next stroke and his
cock popped out of the kid's ass and pulsed, slick and shiny against his
polo shirt.

"You fucking little whore...you've been dying for more dick up your
ass...haven't you?" He was holding Lane down on the bed with one big hand
on his tiny waist as he wiped sweat from his eyes with the other.

"Ohhh God...put it back in...i"m gonna cum again...fuck meee" Lane almost
wailed, pressing his sweaty face deeper into the mattress.

My dad grinned and slowly slid both big palms from the tight waist over
those perfect white globes. He gently squeezed the taut flesh then firmly
pried them apart and as he stared down in lust. He used the big bloated
head of his cock to tease the wet hole. His cock head was engorged a deep
red and slick with precum. He lightly ran it over the tingling nerve
endings on the lips of the kid's ass. Lane gasped at the heat and pressure
from the granite like head.

"How many cocks did you take up here the other day...huh...how many men
shot their loads into you cum whore?"  and as he whispered this filthy line
he exerted more pressure and managed to work the thick swollen head back
into the tight slick hole as Lane's whole body spasmed.

"Ahhh...fuck ...I don't know three or four...ohhhh" Lane huffed out, his
eyes squeezed shut, his face bathed in sweat.

"You can't get enough can you? Want me to line up some more dick for
you...get a bunch of my buddies together to take care of you? Dad growled.

"YES..."Lane moaned and attempted to push his ass us to get more of my
father's cock in. He attempted to brace himself up on his knees, but my Dad
wouldn't let him rise fully. Lane created enough space so his rigid cock
could spring forward and throb along the sticky ridge of his stomach. I
thick drop of milky white cum hung suspended from the boy's red cock head.

"You're too much...little whore...ohh fuck" Dad threw his head back and
convulsively gripped the boy's waist and smoothly slid his cock in deep. I
saw his balls pull up tight to his body and knew he had begun to cum. Sweat
dripped off the tip of his nose and he looked down and slowly extracted his
shooting cock from Lane's asshole. As the huge head sprang free, cum shot
out scalding the pink hole. His cock arched up tight to his stomach and
another thick blast of cum erupted from the open piss slit. It landed with
a wet splash high up between Lane's shoulder blades in a thick white
streak. My dad took a trembling hand off the kid and aimed the still
shooting head, lining it up and slid it back into the kid, blasts of cum
shooting out of the overexcited head the whole time. Lane's eyes sprang
wide and his mouth hung open in a silent scream as his tortured cock shot
thin watery streams of semen almost a foot in front of him onto the bed
spread. My father's hips kept pistoning in and out sliding his thick shaft,
now covered in semen, into the prostrate kid. After one deep forceful
thrust my father collapsed over Lane's back, breathing like a locomotive.

"Holy shit kid that was good...we gotta cool it though...i can't have my
family getting wind of any of this."  Dad said as he pulled back and wiped
his still hard and dripping cock off on the kid's thigh. He sank back onto
his heels and mopped his brow.  He delivered a stinging slap to one of
those perfect ass cheeks and slid off the bed and began to do up his
clothes, "No cock for you for a while...I want you good and worked up when
I bring some buddies around...and no fucking jerking off either...get it"
this Iast was said in a dark aggressive tone that brooked no discussion. I
swallowed hard and tip-toed back to my room, my cock aching.

The next two weeks was agony. I could see Lane getting more and more
frustrated. Every night I listened to see if he would obey my father's
directive and not masturbate, and so far he was managing it. I could see
how tough it was, though. His cock always looked ready to burst from his
pants and my dad wasn't helping the situation any. He was taking any
opportunity to walk around in as little as decently possible. Lane's eyes
would track my father all through the house, biting his lip in frustration
at the prominently displayed tube of cock in dad's running shorts or a
towel wrapped low on his hips as he exited the bathroom. His chest wet and
gleaming. Lane stood mesmerized on that particular day as my father's cock
visibly lengthened and thickened under the towel. I was behind the door of
my room staring through the crack between the jam and the door. Lane
reached for the swelling penis under the soft white terry cloth, but my
father violently batted his hand away, "Back off kid...what are you
crazy...my entire family is in the house." Lane looked not only frustrated
but pissed at this point. He was wearing those old grey sweats and clearly
was fully hard, his white wife beater clung to his rounded chest. He
stepped back from my father and jerkily slid the sweats down his hips, his
rock hard cock bobbed in front of him and pulsed in time to his heart
beat. It's fully engorged eight inches visibly jumping in excitement. "Fuck
me...please...I need it so bad...look." The kid cast his eyes down at his
own cock as a thin strand of precum , glistened, still connected to his
shucked down pants. My father moaned at the sight and said thickly "Turn
around" Lane slowly turned his back to my father. Dad gasped again at the
sight of that incredible ass. The two smooth round mounds of muscles
pressed tightly together. Shadowy dimples in his lower back just above the
swell accented the deep cleavage.  Dad stepped forward and pressed his wet
chest against the kids heaving back. The now fully hard, towel covered cock
pressed into the deep crevice. Lane moaned and pushed his ass back
harder. He reached a hand back and tried to undo the towel from my father's
waist, eager to feel the hot flesh without the fabric barrier. He managed
to untuck it and it swung off one hip, my dad reached down and caught it,
keeping it between him and the kid's naked ass. Lane was so frustrated he
ground his teeth and reached one hand down behind him between their
bodies. He groaned when his hand made contact with the heavy underside of
my father's erection. Dad still clutched the towel tight, trying to keep it
on him and Lane slowly ran his palm up the thick cum tube along the bottom
of the towering cock. He let his hand graze the hot head then slid it back
down the underside of the dick and gently squeezed the huge bloated
balls. He leaned his head back and whispered "Don't you want to be inside
me? I want you so bad...please put it in me...cum in me...oh god." His hand
was shaking as it ran up and down the ten inch shaft more
insistently. Precum now coated Lane's trembling hand and he was attempting
to aim the head at his asshole.  My dad made a huge effort and pushed the
kid away. He quickly wrapped the towel back around his waist, trapping the
dripping head against his body in an attempt to disguise his rampant
excitement.  Lane turned to face him, his cock throbbing even harder now.

"I said no Faggot...pull your pants up...someone might catch us" Dad's
breathing was labored but he made no move to leave the hallway. Lane didn't
pull up the sweats, instead he pushed them down to his ankles and stepped
out of them completely, kicking them to the side. In one quick motion he
pulled his tank over his head and stood facing my father totally naked,
need wracking his face. He whispered "please" and sank to his knees on the
soft tan wall to wall. He looked up at the big man standing over him, his
eyes pleading. His cock rose straight up between his legs, so hard it
looked painful. He reached up and once again untucked the towel. It swung
open and fell off my father's hips and pooled on the floor. My Father's
cock rose over the kid's head. It looked like it had swelled to even
greater proportions. It ran up along his rigid stomach muscles almost
reaching between his nipples. It was so thick with blood and the head was
smeared with fluid. My dad sucked in his breath, his heavy erection bobbing
at the movement.  Lane leaned up, leaving his hands by his side and
carefully trapped the swaying head in his lips. His cheeks first bulged
with its size, then hollowed as he sucked powerfully on the hot mouthful of
flesh. Dad groaned and wrapped two fists in the kid's thick curls. He held
the kid's head in position and angled his hips sliding them forward, deeply
impaling the kid's throat on his cock. Lane's neck bulged as the huge head
popped past his tonsils. He moaned around the squeezed in shaft and his
cock jumped and leaked more precum at the feeling of his throat being so
full of hot hard cock once again. Dad gripped his hair tighter and slowly,
agonizingly slowly, pulled his cock back inch after inch, the progression
of the swollen head could be seen along the white column of Lane's
throat. Once the head popped free of the kids swollen lips, a thick strand
of saliva still connecting him to the engorged penis. The cock throbbed
slick and shiny directly in front of the kid's lust filled eyes.  Dad
stepped back pushed the kid away and grabbed the towel. He wrapped it tight
around his waist, turned and walked into his bedroom, slamming the door
closed.  Lane growled in frustration and agony. I watched as her gingerly
pulled his pants on being careful not to stimulate his overexcited cock
with friction from the fabric. He picked up his white tank and walked over
the closed bedroom door, he tried the knob but it was locked. He pounded
one fist on the wall in anger then stalked past my room to the bathroom. I
heard the water come on and knew he was taking a cold shower in an attempt
to get himself under control.

The next few days were more of the same. Lane would follow my Dada round
the house and yard in an attempt to be alone with him. I caught glimpses of
him attempting to cup my father's erection through his trousers at every
opportunity, but my dad was hell bent on thwarting the kid from getting any
more real contact.  A couple of days after the incident in the hall I
overheard them talking in low voices in our attached garage. My mom was in
the kitchen so I knew they wouldn't go too far. I stood at the breezeway
door and listened intently.

"...My balls feel so swollen and they hurt so bad" I heard Lanes plaintive
tone

"God kid I'm all backed up too...i got a HUGE load brewing. ..but I told
you not yet...I got a couple of friends signed on...but I'm waiting on a
few more to make it a real party...that's what you want right...a lot of
big hard man cock? You want to get thoroughly fucked...right? You want to
eat load after load of hot cum...right? That's what you need." Dad's voice
was thick with lust at what he was describing. I heard an audible moan
escape Lane's lips and a hissed, "YES".

"Well my boy...good things come to those who wait...I've got to go out of
town for a day or two on business...now shut up!" this was spoken in a
harsh whisper over the immediate protest of the boy.

"I'll be back in a couple days and then I'll finalize the details...until
then...sit tight...and remember no fucking around...stay away from that
truck stop and keep your hands off that boy cock. Do I make myself clear?"
I heard my dad punctuate the last part of his sentence with a ringing
slap. When Lane walked back into the kitchen his cock was out of control
hard and his cheek bore the slight imprint of my dad's big hand. He stalked
upstairs to his room.

I'm getting a little worried about that boy...he must be missing his
folks...he spends so much time on his own." My mother mused absentmindedly
at the counter.

My Dad left for his business trip the next morning and Lane watched from
the window as his car drove down the street. He kicked the wall and once
again stalked off to the bathroom for another cold shower.