Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2015 15:13:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Baldwin & Sons: House Dads BALDWIN & SONS: HOUSE DADS by JRoyale 2015 The following is a graphic fictional depiction of intergenerational sexual relations. The author requests that you use the material for your own personal consumption. On a pleasant summer's day the shiny silver BMW convertible cruised along the serene rural street mindful of its twenty-five mile per hour speed zone. To either side were the homes of the upper middle class, all modern two-story structures with lush, meticulously manicured lawns and flower beds in full colorful bloom. Spruce, Oak and other trees indigenous to the area towered up in the distance behind the homes, maintaining the original countryside feeling. It was a quiet, serene and, seemingly, an ideal place to live and raise a family. But Miles Baldwin saw little of the clean, pleasant neighborhood in which he was privileged to reside. Instead, his thoughts were consumed with the life-altering event which had transpired a little over a week ago in the Baldwin pool house. It was there he had caught the ex-convict handyman engaging in illicit sex acts with his sixteen-year-old jock son, Ryan. The sly Sicilian fed the handsome beefy boy his overly huge tool and then savagely fucked him with it, all right in front of Miles' astonished eyes. Miles had stood at the large window, transfixed by the shocking sight of his beefcake son enjoying the ravaging. And many minutes later, after the muscular man had unloaded his jailbird seed inside the young athlete, Miles accepted his unspoken invitation and took his place at Ryan's pulsing teen pussy. He didn't think he'd ever forget that indescribably awesome sensation when he first sunk his daddy dick between the boy's twitching ass lips. In fact, just thinking it about it caused him to bone up as he maneuvered his vehicle through the quiet, rural streets toward his destination. He'd fucked his son. Really fucked him. What first began as a slow, methodical taking of his boy's ass soon became an all-out ferocious pounding. He fucked cum right out of the kid and then drenched his hole with gobs of hot, rich dad seed. Miles had gone beyond the point of no return and succumbed to a primal desire, prompted by the nefarious Lombardo. There was no turning back from the sinful act he'd committed. In the days that followed, as much as he berated himself, Miles couldn't stop thinking how wonderful it has all been. From the moment he first saw the boy approach the lounging miscreant until the three of them had come down from their sexual high was the most thrilling period of time in Miles' entire thirty-six years. The father of four was understandably nervous about Ryan's post coital reaction, but the teen seemed completely unfettered by the entire encounter. Over the past week he never referred to the debauchery. But his newfound playfulness around his dad was obvious. The sidelong winks when no one else was looking, the suddenly lingering father-son embraces and the smacks on the ass when they passed in an upper hallway reassured Miles that his son had adjusted unscarred. It was only a few nights ago when Miles, unable to sleep, padded on bare feet down to the kitchen for a calming glass of milk when he encountered Ryan on a similar mission. The boy stood there illuminated by the bulb from the interior of the refrigerator wearing nothing more than white boxer briefs, perfectly molded to his strong athletic thighs. Glancing over a shoulder at Miles he smiled naughtily and then proceeded to dramatically bend from the waist as if reaching for something on a lower shelf, effectively thrusting his glorious bubbled ass out at his father. Miles swallowed hard, a lump already forming in his pajama bottoms. When the boy came up he grabbed a quart of milk, brought it to his lips and drank straight from the carton. Wiping his lips with the back of a hand he sauntered over to Miles, handed his father the carton and casually brushed his hand across Miles' crotch before heading back to his own room. Miles desperately wanted want to grab his son around the waist, toss him atop the island in the center of the kitchen, rip off his briefs and fuck him right there. He imagined Ryan upstairs in his own room, lying across his bed with underwear on the floor, fingering his hole in hope of Miles' arrival. It took every bit of restraint the man had to resist the longing in his loins and veer away from the boy's door. Instead he deposited himself in a downstairs bathroom and flogged his dick to a hair-raising climax while envisioning himself in all sorts of sexual scenarios with his lustful teenage son. "Dad, you passed it!" The voice of the young boy seated next to him in the car shocked Miles out of his reverie. His foot instinctively pressed on the brake pedal a bit too suddenly, causing them to lurch forward in their seats. "Sorry, son," he managed. "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay. But you passed the McCabe's house!" "Guess I was just thinking about something else," Miles managed, slipping the car into reverse and backing up to the McCabe driveway. "You been spaced the whole ride," the twelve-year old noted. "Somethin' on your mind, dad?" 'If only you knew,' Miles thought but, ruffling the boy's hair, replied instead, "Nothing for you to worry about, Dev." Devyn was the youngest of the Baldwin boys and the last in Delia's hope to have a baby girl. Although blond haired, blue-eyed and equally good looking as his brothers, Devyn had a few years to go before he reached the physical maturity of the others. His body was lean with the merest trace of baby fat and the hint of future genetic musculature. He had an unblemished, innocent face with wide eyes and an entirely too-cute nose. His white-blond hair was buzzed short on the back and sides, longer on top with bangs that hung down over his brows. Unlike his older brothers Devyn was disinterested in athletics, instead spending hours racking up high scores on a multitude of virtual reality video games. Like most his age he was proficient on the laptop, often staying up late at night while the others snoozed, surfing the web and hacking into sites that would shock his parents. Their little angel, so sweet and innocent on the outside, was in reality quite the opposite. Miles pulled up to the main entrance of the McCabe's home. Although not nearly as grand as the Baldwin manor it was still an impressive work of architecture. While Redmond and Dr. Nola McCabe made a healthy income they were hardly in Delia Baldwin's tax bracket. It was case of the working upper middle class versus inherited wealth. Miles liked both Red and Nola, who were staples at most of the Baldwin gatherings. Red could be a little loud and boisterous, especially with a few beers under his belt, but he was basically a good ole' boy who just happened to make a good deal of cash all from the comfort of his home. In a way their circumstances were similar. Whereas Miles spawned four off-spring Red had sired only one, a son, who was besties with young Devyn. They recently returned from a week at summer camp, with Red serving as counselor to the group of pre-teens. On this lazy summer day Devyn had convinced his father to drive him over to the McCabe's so he could hang out with his buddy, Terence. "Thanks, Dad," Devyn said as he hoisted his backpack and stepped out of the car. "Pick you up about, what, say four?" Miles asked, one arm stretched over the top of the wheel and his head down so as to see his boy. "No worries," Devyn chirped in. "Mr. Mac's gonna bring me home." "Ok. Tell him to stop in." Devyn smiled widely, his cute face more angelic than ever. "OK, Dad, will do." With that he closed the door and scampered off in front of the car and up the porch stairs between two spiraling white columns and made a show of pressing the bell. Turning toward his father he waved, innocently smiling again, and waited until the tail lights of the BMW were nearly out of sight before turning the brass knob to the double-glass door set that he already knew to be open. The spacious foyer was refreshingly cool as Devyn stepped in out of the afternoon sunlight, shutting the door behind him. To any other visitor the house would have seemed unnaturally quiet, but it was exactly as Devyn expected. Stepping across the expensive Italian marble floor his wide blue eyes traveled up the sweeping grand staircase leading to the second floor landing. With a knowing smile on his cute face he bounded up the carpeted steps two at a time. At top a hallway ran the expanse of the house to right and left. Devyn turned to his left and determinedly made his way down the corridor toward the partly-open double doors at the end. Passing by open portals which gave entrance to other rooms on the floor he kicked off his sneakers, doffed his t-shirt, discarded his shorts and slipped out of his briefs, leaving them strewn carelessly in his wake. By the time the youngster arrived at the doorway to the master bedroom he was unashamedly naked. Devyn pressed his hands against the center panel of each door and excitedly pushed his way into the expansive room. The McCabe boudoir was designed entirely in white. The walls, carpeting, curtains, furniture and bed dressings were all complimentary shade of white. It gave the place a brilliance, which at first nearly rendered Devyn snow blind, along with a sense of purity and cleanliness. Devyn felt as though he'd stepped into a winter wonderland. He paused for the briefest of moments to take it all in before sprinting across the room, the plush white carpet soft under the pink soles of his feet. Leaping onto the king-sized bed he crawled on all fours between the widespread legs of the shamelessly naked red-bearded men lying there, scooted across his hairy, barreled chest and squatted over his face, dropping his smooth boy balls into the man's expectant mouth. Returning to the homestead Miles commandeered his expensive BMW down the winding driveway through the wooded glen which opened onto the palatial Baldwin estate. Steering around the hedged circular drive he pulled the vehicle up to the expansive front entrance, parked and slid low in the seat. Unable to contain himself, the handsome blond man had somehow managed to free his painfully erect cock from his shorts during the drive and give it some necessary attention. Now, without the danger of driving off the road and winding up in a deep country-side ditch, he could more easily access his horny meat. Resting his head back he spread his thighs wider, closed his eyes and casually flogged himself while reliving his incestuous encounter with his jock son. Ryan was everything he'd hoped for, an athletically inclined youth who kept up his grades despite his avid interest in baseball. Like all the Baldwin boys, he was an exceptionally good looking kid with the body of a young Herculean athlete. Ryan was all beefy muscles, solidly built with thick arms and even thicker legs, heightened by his accomplished position as short stop for the home team. He was a popular guy at school, fitting in well with the other jocks and pursued by many teen nymphs. Miles long ago gave up remembering the names of the pert, cute girls Ryan brought home for a dip in the pool and barbeque, remembering that time not so long ago when he'd done the same thing, albeit in less auspicious surroundings. How circumstances had led to Miles ruthlessly fucking that same son was still a blur in his mind. He'd done it, and loved every moment of it. If he thought hard enough he could almost feel Ryan's insides, tighter than any pussy, clutching his pistoning shaft and milking him to a climax far beyond anything he'd felt before. The teen was a hot sex pistol, as athletic in sex as he was on the field. Over the passing day Miles had shuddered to think how many others had been there before him. No single person could be as good at taking a hard fuck without some experience. Had Lombardo led the teen into depravity or was he already well on his way before the treacherous felon ever stepped foot on the estate? Wriggling behind the wheel of his machine Miles caught himself before he exploded a sticky mess over the well-maintained interior. Tucking his angry erection back into his shorts he exited the vehicle and made his way up to the front stairs and into the luxurious mansion, where he could more privately seek the relief he so desperately needed. Tossing his keys onto a highly polished table in the foyer he bounded up the main staircase, went down the hallway for a distance, then turned up a smaller stairwell for his office on the third floor. Knowing the house to be empty with all other family members away for the afternoon, Miles hurriedly stripped himself and stood in the center of his man cave, illuminated in a warming shaft of sunlight, running one hand over his muscular chest as he wrapped the other around his leaking cock. "Ryan. Fuck, yeah, Ryan," he moaned as he massaged his meat in the palm of his hand. "Such a sweet piece of ass! Feels so good up your hole, son!" His eyes were tightly shut, utilizing the back of his lids as a movie screen where the hunky boy grooving on his big daddy dick looped over and over for his private viewing pleasure. Miles stood there in the privacy of his manly domain with his tongue absently lolling out while he furiously beat his meat, desperate for release. The sun filtering through the window burned into his naked flesh, causing him to perspire and added to his heightened state of arousal. Crazed with an unspeakable lust Miles shuffled over to the bank of windows, managing to lose nary a stroke on his beefsteak. He felt somehow emancipated, jerking off right there gazing down through sex-heavy eyelids into his back yard paradise. The bluest water shimmered in the pool, catching the reflection of the sun's rays and dizzyingly bouncing off the walls of the cozy pool house. The grass in the surrounding yard was the healthiest of greens, more luxurious than the country club golf course. Flowers in full bloom splashed the area with an array of exotic colors. Butterflies and hummingbirds skirted through the air while the family dogs, two Siberian Huskies, lolled lazily in their fenced enclosure. And Lombardo, bared to the waist, leisurely trimmed the hedges along the stone walkway amidst all this beauty. Lombardo! Miles gasped, his private sexual trance shattered by the appearance of the swarthy ex-con. His hand stayed his throbbing cock as he leaned forward, pressing his face closer to the glass as if certain he was suffering some sort of hallucination. The handyman wasn't supposed to be working on the estate today, yet there he was in all his sun-bronzed glory flexing his well-worked muscles as he toiled. Miles unwittingly smacked his drooling lips and resumed a slow caressing of his dripping meat while his eyes ravished the shirtless stud. The one-time felon wore a faded bandana over his dark, longish hair as protection from the sweltering sun but his unprotected muscle-bound body was slick with sweat. Miles recalled that muscular chest pressed into the curve of his back, those strong arms enfolding him while Miles foraged the pussy of his second-born son. The Sicilian whispered hot words of vulgar encouragement into Miles' ear, all the while humping his impossibly long and fat meat along the blond man's spine. Groaning, Miles allowed his head to fall back on his shoulders as his eyes euphorically fluttered shut and he began more aggressively flogging his highly-excited dick. Opening them a few scant seconds later he was startled to see Lombardo staring up at the window, a cocky smile on his angularly handsome face. Caught in the act Miles froze, whimpering like a desperate puppy when the brash yard bird cupped the impressive mound of his crotch and squeezed. Miles fell back away from the window, shamed by his blatant ogling of the hired help. Shaking off Lombardo's discovery, but still painfully horny, Miles padded around to the comfortable spot behind his desk, plopped back in the chair and resumed pleasuring himself. His prick glided through the grip of his fist as he spread his legs wide and envisioned his hunky jock son, the hard-bodied handyman and himself involved in a rapidly changing array of forbidden sex acts. First he was plowing Ryan, and then Lombardo took a turn. Soon both he and Lombardo had their big manly cocks pressed together, spearing the teen in unison. The fantasy shifted to Lombardo on all fours with Miles hunched atop and fucking him like a dog. And then Miles was on his back, legs lifted with Lombardo poised to sink his mammoth man dick into his virgin manhole. "Lombardo," Miles groaned, dangerously close to spewing his seed. His eyelids fluttered dreamily, then shot open wide. Standing there, with one shoulder leaning against the door frame with arms crossed over his muscular chest, was the ex-con in the flesh! "L-Lombardo!" Miles swallowed hard. "Wh-what are you doing in here?" Then, feigning anger, "You know you're not supposed to enter the house!" Lombardo smiled crookedly around his close-cropped Van Dyke beard and pushed off the door frame to saunter into the heart of the room. Casually running a hand up his chest he absently rolled a fat, purplish nipple, hardened to rivet-like proportions by the mansion's air conditioning, between two thick fingers. Miles' eyes followed that same hand as it made the downward journey, slowly and sensually running over the sexy convict's olive skin and the outlined abdominals. Fingertips brushed over the happy trail running in a dark line into the front of his low-slung jeans which he unsnapped, zipped down and slipped off. Miles stifled a gasp when the man's thick semi-hard cock, unburdened by underwear, sprang from his loins. The stud was hung, with a thick, fat power rod coated with heavy, almost-obscene veins and a smooth, plum-sized head which poked out of a sheath of natural casing. His golf-ball sized nuts, encased in their hairy pouch, hung low between his strong thighs, churning their heady man seed. Lombardo's dirty, worn work boots were kicked off, heavy socks removed and, naked except for the bandana on his head, he settled into an easy chair directly in front of Miles' desk. Throwing one hairy leg up over the arm of the chair he spat into his palm and began leisurely stroking his growing shaft. "What-what do you think you're doing?" Miles managed, in a small voice. Lombardo merely flashed that insolent smile of his, spat some more on his unit and continued kneading his meat. Miles couldn't tear his eyes away from the thing. It was a masculine beauty, ten inches and growing, tremendously thick and dark-hued. As Lombardo worked it in his busy hand the silky foreskin slid back revealing the glistening head with its deep gash. Miles couldn't fathom how his son managed to take that huge horse dick inside him, so colossal was its girth. Shuddering, he remembered how it felt gliding along his naked back. Even more aroused than earlier, Miles hardly realized he'd wrapped his hand around his own dick and was stroking it in time to the taunting culprit. Suddenly Lombardo was motioning with his other hand, beckoning Miles forward. Hypnotized by the lean, muscular man Miles rose to his feet and came around the desk, his straining cock leading the way. He stood there directly in front of Lombardo, waiting for the ex-con to make his move. Lombardo pushed back off the cushion and, leaning forward, took Miles' seven-and-a-half inches into his hand and gave it a few introductory underhanded strokes. Miles' lower lip trembled and he nearly stumbled back a step from the sensation of another man caressing his rod in his work-calloused hand. Still stroking, Lombardo brought his other hand around the back of Miles' neck and maneuvered him down until he was kneeling in the juncture of the ruffian's hairy legs. Resting back again in the chair, Lombardo took hold of his monstrous dick by its trunk-like base and offered it to the salivating dad. Thick and heavy, the miscreant's jumbo-sized cock swayed as if overburdened by its own weight. Miles' nostrils flared as the heady scent of man-sex emanating from the towering power tool overwhelmed his senses. His eyes raked over every magnificent inch of the dark-hued beauty from its hairy base to the deep-purple crown peeking from its silky sheath of bronze skin. The large veins running up and down the shaft were wide and heavy, obscenely bulging out from under the surface of the husky unit with their rich blood. Some of those chunky blue vessels were the thickness of a child's pinky finger. Miles trembled to think how they must have felt to Ryan riding through his tender ass lips as the hooligan power-fucked him. He was surprised to realize that his own hole was twitching uncontrollably. Lombardo spoke for the first time in his deep, smoky tone. "Go on, man. Take it. You know you want to," he teased. Miles knew he shouldn't. He was married to one of the wealthiest women along the east coast, for cripe's sake! The insubordinate ex-con was far beneath his social standing. He had no business being half-naked and down on his knees between the hairy thighs of the dusky Sicilian. He should spring up from the floor, terminate his employment and order the convict off the estate. But that big, fearsome tool held him with an almost magnetic force, drawing him nearer and nearer. His lower lip quivered as he reached out and took hold of the heavy erection. The monster cock throbbed in the sweaty palm of Miles' trembling hand, those thick prominent veins pulsing wickedly under the dark, gleaming flesh. Miles gasped as he became aware of the intense warmth radiating from the mighty appendage. Miles squeezed the hefty stalk, astonished that his fingers were unable to meet around the bloated circumference. Savoring the sensation of holding the beauty in his grasp Miles began to slowly stroke the pulsating shaft. His hand made the long journey up and down the bumpy surface from stem to stern. Miles marveled at the heavy thickness of the impressive cockshaft which menacingly arced up from a thick nest of dark pubes swirling haphazardly around the trunk-like base. With each downward stroke the foreskin was skinned back, revealing a classically molded king-sized dickhead. To Miles' fascinated eyes the deep, dark slit yawned open and a clear drop of pre-cum bubbled out. With that eternal cocky grin working beneath his mustache, Lombardo brought the pad of his index finger to the leakage and rubbed it over his glans, making it shine with his fuck lube. Then, extending his arm, he traced the outline of Miles' lips with that same finger before rudely thrusting it into his whimpering mouth. Miles' eyes gaped but he quickly found himself sucking on the handyman's pacifier, tasting his discharge. By now Lombardo's cockhead was leaking a strong stream of pre-cum. He rested comfortably back in the chair again. With his head cocked to one side and a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes he spoke, "Suck my big dick, Baldwin. Don't be scared. Nobody here but you 'n me. Nobody's ever gonna find out. Go on, get down on it. Find out why your boy can't keep his mouth offa me. Suck that dick!" Miles hesitated for the briefest of moments before moving in on the towering cock stalk. Starting at the sweaty base he ran his tongue up the mighty juice tube, thick as his thumb. Up, up and up he swiped in a seemingly endless journey until he reached the crest. With a strangled cry of submission he slovenly lapped all over the surface of the helmet, lustfully gathering up all the sticky pre-cum with his tongue. It tasted rich and manly, with a hint of saltiness. He diddled at the pouting piss slit, futilely attempting to catch the oozing fluid as quickly as it flowed out. Accepting defeat, he greedily engulfed the entire head between his yawning lips and sucked on it, coaxing up even more pre-cum and sampling it straight from the spout. Both fists wrapped around the exquisite shaft, those heavy, rippling veins running over his palms as he stroked while he sucked. Lombardo stretched his arms behind his head, a wolfish grin stretching across his ruggedly handsome features. The senior Baldwin wanted him---and wanted him bad. It wasn't much of a surprise to the cocky convict. Much as they might protest otherwise, Lombardo knew the look. The moment Ryan's eyes locked with his he knew the rich, privileged jock wanted it. On that very first day of duty he'd taken him, right there in the garage with hunky Ryan stretched out across his father's Lexus taking his foot-long like the athlete he was. Lombardo took special satisfaction in despoiling the wealthy future heir to the Baldwin fortune. Whereas he had barely scraped by all his life, this kid had everything handed to him. Ryan, or any of his brothers, would never toil long hours, working their bodies to the point of exhaustion just to scrape up enough money to put food in their bellies and a roof over their heads. The kid would probably get a fancy new sports car on his next birthday, a shiny hot-rod with which to impress his tony friends. While Lombardo wore faded, ripped jeans, the boy and his buddies walked around in smart, preppy clothes. They lived in the lap of luxury, with an enormous house and sprawling lawns at their disposal and a swimming pool, heated off-season, to entertain their friends. Fucking sixteen-year-old Ryan was sweet. Every time he sunk his big cock between the ass cheeks of the rich boy he was filled with a sense of contentment. The husky jock had a horde of cute teen-aged girl friends with perky tits and tight virgin pussies but, instead, he got off on making it with "the help." The young athlete reveled in fucking outside his class, getting his ass wrecked by a known bad boy. Their first time on the hood of that silver car certainly wasn't Ryan's debut. Lombardo often pondered how the kid, in all his youth, knew how to take a dick down his throat and up his pussy with so much talent. He sometimes wondered if the Mexican landscapers, who worked the estate, were the ones who'd busted young Ryan's cherry. Or had it been someone else? Perhaps the kid's baseball Coach. Maybe the father of one of his friends. The possibilities seemed endless. Lombardo never asked. He and Ryan didn't really do much talking. They fucked. And Ryan loved it! Loved every fucking minute of it! And Lombardo thrilled in soiling the rich boy with his sleazy, low-class dick and deeply seeding him with verminous spunk. It had been an extra kick last week when the boy's father watched him brutally fuck Ryan right before his hungry eyes. Lombardo had cast out the lure and reeled Miles in, tempting him with the pleasures found deep within the high school jock's wet ass. Miles easily took the bait, succumbing to his baser instincts and fucked his own son to a raucous climax. Secretly pleased, Lombardo knew he'd gained leverage and firmly secured his position with the wealthy Baldwin family. Now, with Miles slovenly worshipping his massive tool Lombardo truly sat in the cat bird's seat. The rich husband and father of four was snorting like a pig in its sty as he went down on Lombardo's thick chunk of man rod, swallowing nearly half its length before he began to gag. Consumed by wanton lust he hammered his face up and down on it, crudely sucking the big dick and valiantly attempted to take more. The hot flesh seared his wet lips as they traversed its vein-gnarled surface. Drool seeped from the corners of his heavily working mouth but Miles obviously didn't care. All his thoughts were focused on eating the convict's tasty sausage. Cradling his head in his hands Lombardo once again experienced that sensation of satisfaction in knowing that an affluent, well-heeled society socialite was grooving on his felonious body. Miles came off Lombardo's beefsteak, his mouth all sloppy wet and his face displaying a savage carnal desire. He continued to beat the other man's meat while he looked across at him, his brows almost angrily knitted. Then, with a libidinous cry he went for the scum-bloated sac hanging between Lombardo's hairy thighs. His tongue lapped all over the ex-con's gonads, delightedly tasting the accumulation of sweat from his toiling in the backyard under the hot sun. Miles gulped one ball into his mouth, then the other, groaning when he realized how huge and heavy they really were. He ravenously sucked on them while continually beating his fist up and down the gigantic cock stalk. Then Lombardo was moving, rising from the chair. Miles whimpered, desperately attempting to maintain his lip lock on the man's tasty, low hanging sac. But Lombardo had him under the armpits, lifting him to his feet. Swiftly he spun them around, trading places, and pushed Miles down onto the area he'd just vacated. Before Miles had a chance to process what was happening the dangerous-looking handyman squatted down, pulled Miles low on the seat and lifted his legs so that his ass was exposed. With a devil-may-care grin he sensually ran the palm of his hand over Miles' hot, moist crack causing the blond man to shudder. And then his big thumb was on Miles' bud, twirling over it and making the hole tingle. Soon two thumbs went to work massaging the wealthy husband's pucker while he writhed about on the comfortable chair. Lombardo spread apart the asshole, grinning with amusement when the tight anal ring pulsed excitedly before his eyes. Miles nearly shot his load when the devious derelict moved his ruggedly handsome face into his vulnerable ass and began licking the crack! His palate swiped from top to bottom, making Miles' man trench glisten with saliva. Miles could feel the close-cropped bristles of facial hair surrounding Lombardo's villainous mouth brushing against his sensitive skin, bringing him to new heights of arousal. He hardly even realized that he was lewdly grinding his ass against Lombardo's face. Suddenly Lombardo's thick lips formed around his man hole, diddling the puckered flesh with the tip of his tongue. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on Miles' asshole while he worked his tongue into the twitching anal ring. Lombardo buried his muscle as deep as he could inside of Miles' spread hole and proceeded to expertly eat him out. Miles' chest rose and fell with frantic breathing, his head rollicking back and forth against the chair's cushion. He could feel the scamp's tongue corkscrewing about in the heated tunnel of his asshole, seemingly burrowing deeper and deeper all the time. Lombardo lapped at his ass walls and ravenously slurped his ass juices, eliciting muffled cries of heated delight from Miles. He probed the dark depths of the blond man's spasming butt, madly swirling it around, causing Miles' toes to curl. Miles could feel an abundance of warm saliva dripping from his hole down through his crack. He was drenched inside with the man's tawdry spittle! Almost rudely Lombardo yanked his tongue from Miles' well-worked hole, amused by the sudden look of disappointment from the married man. Showing marked strength, he scooped the man up in his arms and carried him over to the cluttered desk. With a sweep of his arm the top was cleared and Miles was on his back across it. Miles instinctively lifted his legs, anxious for the hooligan to get back to his ass eating, but it soon became obvious that Lombardo had other things in mind. Spitting into his palm he took hold of himself and coated the corded shaft with slick saliva and stepped up between the spread of Miles' legs. Grasping him by the thighs, he pulled the man closer to the edge and lined up his massive corona with Miles' oozing asshole. Miles panicked. "WAIT! NO!" he shouted, coming up on his elbows. "I DON'T GET----" But it was too late. Lombardo lunged and his engorged dick shot right into the split-slickened asshole. Jamming his hips from side to side he wriggled every fucking inch of his manhood into Miles' spasming chute. He didn't stop until his short curlies were flush with the straining man's body and his ball sac rested on his cakes. Miles' eyes had shot comically open. His mouth was agape and his entire body went entirely rigid, every muscle taut. "NO!" he uttered hoarsely. Lombardo responded by undulating his hips, stirring his twelve inch phallus around in the man's steamy cauldron. Miles eyes squeezed tightly shut and his teeth clenched together, his features showing a painful grimace as he moaned and pounded his balled fists against the desk. "TAKE IT OUT!" he ordered. Lombardo responded with short, deep jabs into the wealthy man's over-stuffed guts. Miles squirmed as he fought surrender to the heated throb of his violated asshole. His anal muscles clenched around the massive tool, attempting to extricate it, but the effort only served to unwittingly massage Lombardo's wicked cock. Lombardo held his dick there, enjoying the convulsions of Miles' breached rectum as they trembled over his piece. He shamelessly delighted in observing the pained expression on the rich dude's face, the clenching and unclenching of his fists and rigidity of his entire body. A heinous passion boiled inside of Lombardo, engulfing him with a darkly insidious desire to really fuck this over-privileged man, to seed him and brand him as his own. From the many others he'd broken in while in and out of prison Lombardo knew that almost unbearable pain which came from the initial full-length penetration had begun to subside for Miles. Though his body continued to protest a strange kind of carnal rapture was now surging through his entire being. His cock was painfully rigid and his tits seemed about to burst off his chest. With a twinkle in his dark eyes and that cocky grin playing about his lips Lombardo reached out to stroke that convulsing dick and grip Miles' man-nips, causing the blond stud to groan as he twisted them between his calloused fingers. While toying with Miles Lombardo eased his dong from the darkest recesses of his new-formed cunt until only the skinned-back head was holding open his twitching hole. Miles breathlessly watched the sneaky convict as Lombardo purposely kept him in suspense. Would he pop that large cockhead free and this violation be over with? Or would he continue with this uninvited debauchery? His questions were answered in a matter of a few labored heart beats. Lombardo drove forward with his hips and sent all twelve inches of rabid cock into Miles' squirming ass. Just as swiftly he pulled it back until the fruit-sized head was tickling Miles' twat lips and then drove it in again. There was no hesitation now. Lombardo was punching into his fuck hole with repeated strokes, each one quicker than the last. Miles was truly getting fucked! His ears perked at the sloppy, sloshing sounds as Lombardo's big dick plunged his darkest depths, filling him with fat, hard meat. Possessed by the realization that this degenerate who had fucked his teen-aged son was now fucking him, Miles hardly noticed when his hole began to relax and the pain subside. As depraved as it all was, he now loved having that convict's vile cock pounding into his ass and wrecking his prostate. With his steely eyes fixed on Miles Lombardo plunged and retreated, forcing the blond man to grunt. His hips hunched forward with formidable force, ramming his fiery, foot-long (or was it more) rod into Miles' writhing chasm. He fucked him like a man, not wasting time with pleasantries, spearing into Miles with all his might. The married stud thrashed about and gyrated in sexual frenzy beneath him as the gigantic shaft crashed through him again and again. There was pain, for certain, but something even more darkly insidious overwhelmed Miles with a frenetic and thrilling energy he'd never experienced before. It made his scalp tingle, his toes curl and every hair on his body stand on end. A kind of kinetic force which held him in its sexual grasp. Lombardo showed incredible stamina. Although beads of perspiration had broken out at his temples and his strong body glistened with sweat he forged onward. Taking Miles by the ankles he spread his legs further away from his body, opening the man's ass even more fully. Miles was in a state of sexual bliss, his head rocking from side to side, rising from the desktop every now and then, then thumping back down to the hard, shiny surface. His hands were at his sides, clawing at the desk as though he might rocket off it at any moment. A stream of moans, groans and barely-strangled cries emitted from his mouth. He felt as though every nerve in his body was raw and exposed. And when Lombardo's hand slid down his thigh and took hold of his cock he lost that last bit of control. He twitched as though an electric prod had been shoved up his ass and, with Lombardo's dick hammering way inside him, blasted a rope of white hot cum high into the air. Grinning insanely, Lombardo jacked him off hard, spurring surge after surge to sail from those dick lips and drench the daddy's torso with rich semen. Miles writhed and bucked through the most gloriously intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. While Miles radiated in his own euphoria Lombardo dropped his hands to the desktop on either side of him and, perched on the tips of his toes, really bore down into the other man. An almost savage gleam emanated from his dark eyes as he plundered Miles' hole with formidable vigor. Miles gnashed his pearly whites and slapped his palms against Lombardo's hairy pecs. Roughly kneading those twin peaks of muscular development he latched onto the jutting nips and twisted them in a vice-like grip. Miles adventurousness caused Lombardo to throw back his head and howl, actually howl, like a wolf at bay. His hips moved even faster, pile driving into Miles at top speed. With sweat liberally dripping from his body, even in the air conditioned room, Lombardo fucked like a crazed man intent on doing real damage to his victim. With Miles refusing to release his man tits, his fingers squeezing, pinching and pulling, Lombardo reveled in the uncontrollable muscle spasms overtaking his working body. His heart raced madly in his chest and sounded in his ears and, suddenly, Lombardo was no longer in control. Submitting to the inevitable he sunk his monster cock root deep and spewed a gusher deep up inside Miles' clenching guts. Thick and warm convict spunk pumped into Miles' fucked-out butt until Lombardo, drained, blissfully dropped his hard torso atop Miles and reveled in the afterglow of his monumental release. Miles, surprisingly, wrapped his arms around the panting stud. His hands slid over the slippery contours of Lombardo's back and shoulders. With his face nestled in the crook of Miles' neck, the swarthy convict breathed sexily, "Now you know why your boy just can't keep himself away." Then, after a pause, "Somethin' tells me from now on he's gonna be fightin' his daddy to get himself fucked." And with that big dick still pulsing up in his belly Miles knew the cocky con was right. Up in the McCabe's master bedroom, young Devyn Baldwin was perched atop Redmond McCabe, riding his twink ass over the bearded man's face. "C'mon, Mr. McCabe, really eat that ass! Dig your tongue up there and eat my boy butt from the inside out, you perv fuck!" Had his parents heard him they'd have been shocked to their core. On the surface Devyn appeared to be all baby-blue wide-eyed innocence, the sweetest and most unassuming of all the Baldwin boys. But more than a few knew of the mischievous demonic mind lurking beneath those shaggy bangs. Red McCabe found out this summer at camp in upstate Jersey when the lad caught him red-handed sniffing Timmy Hawkins' briefs and jerking his adult cock. Devyn knew a boy lover when he saw one and supplied Redmond with the very reason he'd become camp counselor. The litany of vulgarities spewing from the thirteen-year-old's mouth as the bearded man sucked on his boy cock and devoured his balls seemed to increase Redmond's enflamed libido. And only last week, when Devyn experienced his first wet orgasm, the man had been in absolute ecstasy, wolfishly slurping down every drop of tasty, fresh boy juice. Now, in the comfort of his own home, Redmond luxuriated in the sweet young boy ass pushing across his face. Devyn rode him from chin to nose as he constantly threw obscenities at the highly excited adult. Redmond inhaled heavily through his nostrils, highly appreciative that the boy had kept his trench ripe and funky, just the way he liked it. He stuck out his tongue and let it slide through the moist crack, moaning in pleasure at the taste of the lad. Devyn pushed his ass down on the counselor's face and commanded, "Munch on my boy hole, fucker!" Really needing no encouragement Redmond lapped at the hairless hole like a cat to a bowl of milk. He slid his tongue around and around the tangy target, reveling in the boy's musky trench, before diving deep into the tiny hole. "FUCK, YEAH! EAT OUT MY ASS!!" Devyn cried as he felt the adult man's tongue slither inside him. He sat his ass down on the whiskered face, his six-inch hard-on riding the bridge of Redmond's nose. Redmond clamped his mouth around Devyn's ass ring and noisily sucked on it while his madly working tongue cleaned the raunchy boy out. "THAT'S IT, FUCKER! GET THAT FUCKIN' TONGUE WAY UP THERE!" Devyn ground his ass around on Redmond's face, enjoying the way the man's red whiskers felt against his bare butt. It thrilled him to have his best friend's daddy, a man who'd been over the Baldwin house countless times, doing such perverse things to him. And it felt so good! That deep-driving, swirling tongue probing his asshole made him shiver with excitement. He liked having his super sensitive boy hole being eaten just as much as Redmond enjoyed doing it. "BET YOU'D LIKE TO DO THAT TO TERENCE, WOULDN'T YOU, YA SICK FUCK!" Devyn went on, referencing the man's young son. Redmond responded with a muffled groan into the boy's ass and began lapping his insides even more joyously. His hands were busy tugging on his swollen nut sac and fisting his painful, leaking erection. Sure he'd thought about Terence. Ever since he became aware that his son was going through puberty he'd fantasized doing things with the freckle-faced boy that every father should have the right to do. Thus far he'd refrained. But the desire became more and more unbearable with each passing day. If it wasn't for the always accommodating Devyn he'd have certainly accosted the boy by now. Devyn allowed McCabe to feast on his pucker a short while longer before abruptly lifting himself from the man's face and crawling back between the juncture of his legs. He chuckled when he saw the man's blazing erection, rivulets of excited pre-cum oozing down its chunky sides. With one swipe he backhanded it, causing Redmond to groan wretchedly. Mesmerized by the way it swayed, then snapped back, he slapped it again. And again. With each blow of his hand more clear liquid surged from the dick eye, punctuated by Redmond's painful moans. "LIKE THIS SHUT, HUH?" Devyn taunted, his arm swinging back and forth as he abused the man-sized cock. "YOU REALLY ARE A SICK FUCK, YA KNOW? BET I COULD MAKE YOU SHOOT YOUR SHIT JUST LIKE THIS!" Redmond writhed and bucked on his marriage bed, but did nothing to restrain the cock abuse. Like all boys, Devyn soon tired of his game. "GET THEM FUCKIN' LEGS UP, BITCH!" he ordered. Almost whimpering like a puppy Redmond obediently raised his beefy hams, hooking them in the crook of his arms and effectively exposing his hairy asshole. There was an almost insane gleam in Devyn's eyes as he observed the spasming ass mouth, nestled there in its bed of fine rust-colored hair. Hawking up a fair amount of saliva he spat directly on the target, rubbing it around those rubbery lips with the tips of two fingers. Redmond sighed when first one, two, then three digits popped into his hungry asshole. Devyn sawed them in and out while stroking his rock hard boy meat with the other hand. Redmond's ass was ripe for some real action so Devyn gave it to him, adding his remaining fingers. Forming them into a cone he shoved all the way to the uppermost knuckle, screwing his wrist around in semi-circles while he moved in and out. Redmond was moaning and thrashing about, his fat dick looking angrier than ever. "YOU LIKE THIS SHIT, DON'TCHYA, SLUT?" Devyn taunted. "YOU LIKE A KID PLAYING WITH YOUR DAD PUSS, HUH?" "YES! YES! OH, YES!" Redmond gushed in his deep, baritone voice. "FUCK IT, DEV! FUCK MY BIG DADDY ASS, BOY!" Devyn chuckled maniacally. "YOU'RE GONNA GET FUCKED, FOR SURE. I'M GONNA DRILL THIS FUCKIN' CUNT AND SHOOT MY BOY BATTER ALL UP INSIDE OF YOU! I'M GONNA FILL YOU UP SO MUCH IT'S GONNA BE LEAKIN' OUT YOUR ASSHOLE ALL NIGHT LONG!" "FUCK, YES!" Redmond shouted like a madman, thoroughly aroused by the filthy language spewing from a thirteen year old's mouth. "FUCK THAT PUSSY, BOYO" Devyn snickered again and yanked free, jerking his dick with the same hand that had just been up inside the man. Amused, he gazed at the pink gaping hole practically begging with its loosened lips for a deep, hard fuck. Moving his smooth young body over the hairy-chested man he planted his hands along either side of him and pushed his hips forward, brushing his excited cock head over the guy's butt eye. Redmond was all eager anticipation, his green eyes smoldering with sexuality and his entire body giving off an erotic heat. Grinning giddily from ear to ear Devyn speared his boy meat into the redhead's greedy asshole. Redmond's ass lips parted almost too easily, letting him slide right in and gobbling him up. It was like slipping into a jar of warm jelly, the moist insides rippling along his dick and then wrapping themselves tight around him. At thirteen, Devyn wasn't yet fully developed; Redmond figured he'd grow a couple more inches by the time he'd reached full maturity. But six inches wasn't bad; Red had taken much less up his dad hole since he'd first indulged in his taboo craving. If there was one thing Redmond knew it was how to handle a boy cock. The giddy grin on the lad's face had been momentarily replaced with a look of absolute bliss. His baby blues had rolled up and a defeated sigh issued from his pretty pink lips as Redmond expertly milked him with his ass. He was pressed right up against the older man, having fed him with everything he had, the sparse pubic hair on his groin no match for the swirls of auburn surrounding Red's adult pussy. It felt awesome all the way up in Terence's dad's guts. Devyn's still-boyish body was shuddering, just as it always did at first, from the way McCabe caressed his super-sensitive boy meat from inside. Wasn't much of a surprise that first time, not all that long ago, when he'd had a dry orgasm immediately upon sinking his dick into the camp counselor. Determined to prolong the pleasure lapping at his loins, Devyn struggled to regain his composure and regain the upper hand. With that maniacal gleam returned to his eyes he began humping his dick in and out of the older man's clutching ass. Each forward thrust was forceful, stabbing as deep into the man as he could possibly go. Each backward thrust had his cock head being squeezed by the tight anal lips. He fucked with an urgency, as most eager youngsters do, his smooth, trim ass bobbing up and down as he crashed into the man again and again. "TAKE MY DICK IN YOUR JUICY PUSSY, WHORE!" he taunted. "YOU LIKE THAT BOY MEAT, DON'T YOU, PERV? LETTIN' ANY YOUNG BOY USE YOUR CUNT! A WHORE FOR YOUNG DICK! FUCKIN' BITCH LIKES BEIN' USED BY BOYS, FUCKED BY BOY COCK. YOU LIKE IT, LIKE MY MEAT, DON'T YOU, YOU QUEER BASTARD?" Redmond moaned, rolled his head from side to side on the pillows and placed his big hands on the boy's hips in a fruitless attempt to slow him down. He was really tearing up his ass with such merciless fucking! "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, CUNT! TELL ME!" "Yes, Devyn!" the older man managed. "I love getting fucked by boy cock. Love having fresh young meat pounding my hole." Then, as added encouragement, "But you're the best, Dev! None of the others can fuck me like you. You're a little stud!" Devyn snickered and really threw it to him, reaming his ass hard and deep. His butt was a blur, rising and falling with formidable speed. Deep grunts came from Redmond each time the boy drove into him. "BETCHYA WISHED IT WAS TERENCE HERE, FUCKING YOUR ASS, DON'T YOU, SLUT? YOUR LITTLE BOY TEARING UP YOUR DAD ASS!" "Fuck, yeah!" Redmond replied breathlessly. Just the thought had his cock spasming and ready to shoot. "MAYBE IF YOU'RE A GOOD DAD I CAN SET SOMETHIN' UP. WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? SUCKIN' YOUR BOY'S DICK, EATIN' HIS ASS AND GETTIN' FUCKED BY HIM?" "Fuck, yeah!" Redmond gushed. "B-BUT YOU CAN'T! HE'S MY BOY!" Devyn threw back his head and laughed, "ONCE HE GETS IN DADDY'S ASS I'M GONNA HAVE TO FIGHT HIM FOR A PIECE! 'S ALRIGHT. WE CAN TAKE TURNS. HOW 'BOUT THAT? SHIT, YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKIN' WHORE YOU COULD PROB'LY TAKE US BOTH AT THE SAME TIME! FUCK, YEAH!" Little did Redmond suspect, but crafty Devyn had already begun preparations to implement his perverse plan for the horn dog dad. The idea first entered his twisted little mind that first night lying in his cot at camp after he'd buggered the cunt of his best friend's dad. McCabe was a whore for boys. And he had one right there in his own home. Devyn boned up instantly while imagining ravaging the adult, double fucking him along with his very own son, and thrilled himself into yet another dry orgasm. The trick was in convincing Terence to join in the fun without blowing the whistle on the both of them. Terence was a bit nerdy and didn't even seem to know what his prick was for. What he required was someone worldlier, someone to show him the ropes. Somebody like his best friend, Devyn. His big chance had come just yesterday. Hiking through the densely wooded area in the back of their neighborhood, as they often did, the boys eventually stopped for a rest. Plopping down side by side on a thick fallen tree they listened to the sounds of the forest. In the distance Terence could hear the gurgling of the brook which ran through the area, the chirping of birds high in the treetops and the scampering of squirrels, miffed at having their domain disturbed. Devyn, on the other hand, was straining his ears for the sound of any other visitors to the area. Satisfied they were alone he slipped down off the bark to the ground and rested his back against the tree his legs sprawled out before him. With a sidelong glance at Terence, who had joined him on the ground, he reached between his legs and began frantically massaging his crotch. "Oh boy, I'm so horny!" he declared in an exasperated tone, waiting for Terence's reaction. Terence's eyes had widened and he appeared to be a bit nervous. "D-Devyn, what the heck are you doing?" Jeez but the kid is stupid, Devyn thought. He refrained from making any of the smart assed comments which immediately came to mind and animatedly rolled his blond head from side to side against the fallen trunk as if he was in some kind of rapture. "Feels so good, Ter. I just gotta let it out." With that he quickly unzipped his shorts and fished out his already rigid teen cock. Terence's eyes popped and his jaw went slack when the other boy spat in his palm, grasped his boner and began to stroke it. Devyn knew he was overdoing it, rolling his blue eyes around in his head and letting his tongue hang out the corner of his mouth like a panting dog, but he had to get Terence interested. "Don't you ever jack off, Ter?" he asked through heavy breath. "Jack off? N-no!" Terence managed, his eyes riveted on Devyn's action. "Feels sooooo good!" the instigator revealed. "Go on, take out your dick and try. Nobody here but you and me." Terence looked at his buddy, seeming somewhat uncertain. Whatever Devyn was doing, it sure looked like he was having fun. After a short moment of indecision Terence haltingly reached for his own zip, dragged it down and slid his shorts and briefs down to his knees. Overwhelmed with satisfaction at having influenced the boy Devyn took note of Terence's boy cock, about five inches of hard Irish meat with a few sparse red hairs sprouting around its root. Devyn wasn't sure the kid would even be able to cum yet. Hell, he'd just starting shooting babies himself. But once he got Terence going the boy would be hooked, for sure. Unsure of himself, Terence began diddling his dickhead with the tips of his fingers while he observed Devyn flog himself. "Spit in your hand. Go on! You gotta get it wet so you can slide up and down your pole," Devyn instructed. "Here, we're buddies, right? Lemme show ya." With that said, he spat into his own palm again, reached over to grasp Terence's virgin cock and began to jack it. Terence sizzled like bacon on a frying pan, his young body squirming and twitching as delightful sensations coursed through it. Devyn was actually playing with his dingie. He knew there was something about it that was wrong, but it felt so very good he didn't want to stop him. "How's it feel, Ter?" Devyn asked, a wide smile on his cute face. "You like it, don't ya?" All Terence could do was bob his head in the affirmative and moan, his eyes already glazed over with young sex lust. Devyn stroked Terence's young stem, practically giggling at the way the redhead reacted when he rubbed his palm over the sensitive head. He remembered the first time he was man-handled, by old Mr. Waters in the supermarket strip mall's seedy bathroom, and how quickly he'd gotten the shivers. Devyn figured Terence would orgasm, dry or otherwise, just as quickly as he had. "Whyn't you do mine, too?" Devyn suggested, anxious to further Terence's education before he busted his nut. Terence swallowed uncomfortably but nevertheless followed Devyn's cue and tentatively wrapped his fingers around the blond boy's dickie. It felt warm and alive in the palm of his hand. Devyn moaned dramatically, letting Terence know it felt as good for him as it did for the redhead. "Jerk it, like this," Devyn instructed in an almost hushed tone. His fist was riding up and down Terence's young prong with a tight grip. Terence mimicked his actions, letting his fingers slide over the slightly larger boy meat. He stroked the full six inches and failed to even flinch when Devyn threw a leg over his own. Out of the corner of his eye Devyn could see Terence's lids squeezed tightly shut as he allowed these powerful new sensations to take control of his body. Deciding his plan was working Devyn began really pounding the boy's prick, slamming his fist up and down with real force. That got Terence's eyes to pop wide and his mouth to gape open. Devyn felt the boy's virgin dick quiver in the grip of his fist and grinned from ear to ear, knowing what was about to happen. Foreign impulses coursed through nearly every nerve in the young redhead's body. There was a look of sudden fear on his features as he began to uncontrollably twitch, his slim frame bucking against the tree behind him. He cried out. It felt as if his peter was exploding from the inside out. He was frightened and, yet, it all felt so good. With an insane glint in his baby blues, Devyn kept jerking the convulsing dick while Terence maintained a stranglehold on his rod while he experienced his first dry orgasm. Terence was breathing rapidly, his heart thundering in his young chest. Devyn humped his groin up against the boy's vice like grip on his dick, fucking the redhead's fist. In short order nature took its course and Devyn was spewing white hot cum from his piss slit. Terence's mouth gaped even farther, astonished at the fluids spurting from his buddy's penis. Devyn writhed and jerked through his orgasm, finally settling back against the tree's trunk to recoup. Glancing over at Terence he instantly detected a nagging remorse. "What's wrong, Ter? Didn't ya like it?" he ventured. Terence swallowed the lump in his throat. "Y-yeah, it sure felt good, Dev. But what---what's wrong with me?" Devyn sat up. "What do you mean what's wrong with you?" Terence hesitated, again uncertain. "I didn't---make all that juice you made. What's wrong with me?" Devyn chuckled and threw an arm around Terence's shoulders. "Aw, that's nuthin', Ter. When you first start out that's the way it is. You keep doin' this and eventually you'll be shooting cum, too. Me, I just started a little while ago." Terence looked relieved and offered Devyn a thin smile. "You'll---you'll help me again?" "Sure, Ter," Devyn replied with that ever-endearing smile of his. "But there's others who can help you out, too. There's lots in the neighborhood that want to help a young newcomer out." "Really?" Terence asked, wide-eyed, his dick already rising again. "Sure, but you can't tell anybody. Got it? This is secret shit---I mean, stuff." Terence's head shot from side to side. "I won't tell anyone. Honest!" Here goes, Devyn thought. It was a gamble, but a gamble he was willing to take. Reaching into the pocket of his shorts he retrieved his cell phone and maneuvered it to the Gallery. Selecting a folder, the screen filled with the image of an unashamedly nude middle-aged man in the throes of a mind-blowing orgasm. Shoulder to shoulder with Terence he allowed the boy to feast on the image. "WOW! Where did you get----? Wait a minute, isn't that Mr.----?? Devyn chuckled and flipped to the next picture, then the next. Terence's astonished eyes took in the shocking camera captures of several neighborhood fathers, some grandfathers, and even a few members of the school faculty. Not a one of them ever realized that crafty Devyn had managed to secure their debauchery at the exact moment of orgasm, when they were otherwise occupied. Keeping an eye on the red head's crotch he gauged Terence's reaction to each snapshot. The boy's boner was practically dancing in his lap as one naked man after another, shooting his pent-up load, flitted through his field of vision. Devyn purposely left the best for last. Breathlessly tingling with excitement he displayed the lewd picture of a red-bearded daddy, his thick dick spewing a geyser of cum into the air. Terence sucked in his breath and his skin tone noticeably paled. "That's---that's my daddy!" he gasped. "Me and your daddy are real good pals," Devyn told the stunned boy, secretly enjoying the revelation. "We have lots of fun together. But you can't tell anyone or he could be in lots of trouble. You don't want your Dad in trouble, do you?" Terence shook his head slowly from side to side, his eyes never leaving the photo of his naked father and his spouting dick. "Keep practicing what I showed you, dude, and maybe me, you and your daddy can have some fun together. Would you like that, Ter? Huh? Would ya?" Devyn threw back his head and emitted a peal of maniacal laughter which both frightened and thrilled the adult pinned beneath him. Devyn was unlike any of the tender young chicken Redmond had been fortunate enough to indulge his secret aberration with over the years. From the start the thirteen year old proved to be a reckless, take-charge boy with an uncanny sense of deviant adventurousness. There were moments Red feared the irresponsible youth would lead to his undoing, yet he was powerless to stop himself from yielding to the little sexual daredevil. For years the McCabe's and Baldwin's had attended social functions at each other's homes; Devyn and Terence had played together in their own back yards and recreation rooms. All that time Red had no inkling of the licentiousness lurking beneath that cute, wholesome face and those long, wispy bangs. Now the boy was poised over him, propping his youthful body up by the palms of his hands and tips of his toes, humping his hips nonstop and pummeling Red's hairy asshole. Not the farthest reaching or the widest, but he made sure Red felt every ass pounding inch of it. "Take it, mother fucker! Take my kid dick up your cunt!" the boy shouted through tightly gritted teeth as he repeatedly pounded his cock into Red's hot hole. On the outstroke he was literally airborne, held up by only his hands on either side of Red, his lower body sailing up into the air, off his feet, and then crashing down with full force. Somehow his rigid prick managed to drive into the older man's yawning target each time. With the panting youngster's full body weight falling upon him, brutalizing his clutching asshole with randy teen dick Red was in sheer ecstasy. He grunted and moaned, rendered delirious by the forcefulness of the young buck's daring fuck. Devyn's breathing soon became labored from his breakneck exertions and the toll it was taking on him clearly showed. Redmond was used to it. The down side of chicken loving was that young boys got themselves so excited they came far too quickly. "F-FUCK! I'M CUMMIN'!" He announced in a high-pitched shriek. His entire body went rigid, his young muscles twitched and he began to convulse. Redmond used all his resolve to grab the young cock tightly from within and felt each contraction as the boy splattered his teen load against his rectal walls. Devyn was slack jawed, his eyes wide and staring blindly ahead as he rode the tidal wave of his orgasm. When it was over he shuddered and fell limply atop Redmond's prone body, the bristly red hair on the man's chest tickling his smooth, sweaty skin. Redmond reached over the body and took hold of his own cock. It only took a few tugs before he was spewing his load against the kid's creamy ass cheeks. They lay like that for a while, Devyn's smaller body encased in Redmond's burly arms. Finally the boy rose up on all fours and turned himself around so that his ass was in McCabe's face. "Clean it up, fucker!" he ordered and Redmond obediently licked every drop of his load from the pungent boy cheeks and treated himself to another taste of teen hole. With a youthfully short attention span Devyn crawled off the bed and, without a backward glance at the man, announced, "Later!" As Redmond lay there flabbergasted by his impudence, Devyn made his way down the hallway, collected his scattered clothes and let himself out of the house. Dressed once again he skipped up the drive, stopping at the top to retrieve his cell phone from a back pocket. Leaning against the McCabe mailbox he dialed a number and impatiently waited for his call to be answered. "Mr. Anderson? It's Devyn. Home alone? No Mrs. Anderson around? Sweet! I'm walkin' down Whispering Lane right now. Pick me up, fucker! I'm in the mood to tear that old ass of yours up!" To read more of the Baldwin father and sons' exploits join the author's Yahoo Group which can be located at: https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/Erotic_Stories_Of_JRoyale/info