Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2016 13:44:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Baldwin & Sons 04: Doing the Daddy BALDWIN & SONS 04: DOING THE DADDY by Jon Royale, May 2016 Author's Note: This chapter depicts graphic sexual relations between an adult and youths. If you find that type of situation offensive it is suggested you pass on the reading. The author (whose personal proclicity runs toward beef, not chicken) does not condone or in any way encourage the actions of the adult depicted in this tale. To ensure the future of this free site please consider making a monetary donation to Nifty.org. Young Lucas Baldwin was in a state of quandary. He'd been in a deep funk for nearly a week, taking his meals in his room and avoiding the rest of the family at all costs. Especially his father and jock brother Ryan. He explained to his mother and eldest brother Trey, the only two who ever showed concern about his well-being, that he was buried under with a special project. Fully aware of his proclivity toward solitude while networking with his friends as they sought their own advances in the cyber world, they readily understood. Lucas shuddered to think of the fall-out if he revealed the true reason for his reclusiveness. It was only a matter of days ago that the fifteen-year old tech geek received the shock of his life. He was playing secret agent with the spy cams he'd set up around the house ever since his parents had provided room and board to their ex-con handyman. Distrustful of the nefarious Lombardo, a wary Lucas had only meant to ascertain the man's current location on the estate when he accessed the intrusive cameras he'd planted in the basement guest room. Lucas found the malefactor alright---having hard core consensual sex with his father. And, as if that weren't disturbing enough, they were excitedly watching the image of Ryan out in the pool house doing the same thing with the landscaping crew! Never in his wildest imagining could Lucas conjure up such a scenario. Yet there they were, his handsome father and hunky brother, rutting like animals right under this very roof and in the nearby pool house. The idea that they were engaging in illicit sex with the hired help---the male hired help---made the boy's mind spin. Although not especially close to his father or brother Lucas would never have suspected them of engaging in homosexual activities. Dad was a wholesome, good-natured man with fair good looks who'd been a sports enthusiast throughout his academic years, as attested to by the many trophies and sports memorabilia displayed in his study. Ryan, a chip off the old block, was a younger version of the thirty-seven year old. The boy had inherited his father's blond haired, blue-eyed appeal as well as his muscular physique and natural aptitude for athletics. Ryan was undoubtedly the most popular boy at their high school, always surrounded by his jock friends or the cutest girls. Lucas was nothing like his father or brother. The lad was socially awkward with a lean, wiry body, unruly dark blond hair and an annoying case of acne. The striking blue eyed trademark of the Baldwin clan was concealed behind thick-lensed, oversized glasses. While his two older brothers sat around the television in the family room loudly engaged in the game of the week with their father Lucas remained up in his room locked into the cyber world. For most of his fifteen years the boy felt like an outcast, as if he belonged to someone else's family. Although favored by his mother he felt totally out of touch with the male members. They were all sun-kissed, blue-eyed and white-blond with muscular, buff bodies and admired in their social circles. Lucas wouldn't be at all surprised if his younger brother, Devyn, turned to be just like the father and other sons. It all left Lucas with a desolate feeling of inadequacy. He would never, could never, be like the rest. They were perfect in every way; he was flawed. It was a reality he'd carried for most of his years. Until he'd witnessed their shocking debauchery last week. Suddenly his father and brother weren't so virtuous. In their own way they were just as imperfect as he was. And Lucas couldn't help but be aroused as he observed them reveling in their lasciviousness. He'd purposely remained up late every night since, his laptop active and the hidden cameras in Lombardo's room engaged. Twice he'd witnessed Ryan, his formerly all-American brother, steal into the jailbird's room and engage in raw, steamy sex with him. Ryan appeared elated every time the able-bodied handyman sunk his tool deep inside him. Lucas took screen captures of the euphoric look on his slutty brother's face while he was being fucked. By now he had hundreds of them. The ultimate shock came late last night when Lombardo and Ryan's sexual interlude was unexpectedly interrupted. Lucas' breath caught in his throat when he saw his father, clad in his bath robe, enter the small room. The boy's heart beat wildly in his chest, certain there was about to be an altercation. But to his amazement Miles dropped his robe, revealing his randy erection, and joined the two. Lucas' jaw dropped as Miles fed his penis to his son while the evil Lombardo continued to plunder his ass. After a while they traded places and Miles was plunging his daddy dick in and out of the teen's muscle hole while Ryan slobbered all over Lombardo's huge appendage. They went back and forth, each taking a turn at the strong bubbled butt. Then, in the most unbelievable act Lucas had thus far witnessed in his young life, the Sicilian and his father sat on the bed facing each other with Lombardo's hairy thighs propped atop Miles' smooth gams. Lombardo held their dicks together in his work calloused paws, his uncircumcised tool towering above the blond man's by at least four inches. Ryan stepped between the two, his muscular quadriceps flaring as he slowly squatted over the two man cocks. Just as Lombardo's unsheathed helmet kissed his nether regions the convict pressed some sort of vial to Ryan's nose. The teen inhaled deeply and a rush of euphoria enveloped his handsome face. His high, well-rounded butt pressed down, swallowing up first Lombardo's, then his father's, man meat. He ground that big muscle ass around, posting himself on the double dongs until they had completely disappeared from view. And then he began to bounce, his hips undulating as he rode them like the two stallions they were. Lucas lost it then and there, ejaculating heavily into his boxers without even touching himself. Guiltily he powered off his laptop, too shamed by his excitement to watch any further. He slept little, the images of his well-liked, sports jock brother having illicit sex with the known felon and his own father firmly embedded in his memory. Later in the night he detected the sounds of their shuffling feet as they finally made their way back to their own rooms, his father slipping into bed next to Lucas' mother even after fucking his own son. All these new, reprehensible activities and the conflicting emotions they stirred in him weighed heavily upon young Lucas who, the following afternoon, found himself at the home of his best friend "Ollie". Oliver Harris was, like him, a social pariah. He had no real friends other that Lucas and the few others like them. Whereas Lucas was reed thin, young Ollie's excessive girth made him an easy target for bullying. The teen was grossly overweight and painfully unattractive. His eyes were pin points in a fleshy face, his nose resembled a pig's snout and his lips were overly large with the bottom one jutting. He had a double chin, seemingly intent on working towards a third and his belly hung down between his chunky thighs when seated. But the kid was already a master hacker and put tech savvy Lucas to shame with what he could do on a keyboard. Ollie instantly knew something was troubling his best friend. Lucas shrugged, hemmed and hawed around the subject, and averted Ollie's inquisitive eyes at all costs. But Ollie was persistent; his abundant insecurities leading him to believe that he'd in some way offended his one and only buddy. To the contrary, what he was about to discover was something which was destined to alter his mundane existence forever. "Can I trust you, Ollie? I mean, really trust you?" Lucas was saying, the uncertainty obvious behind the thick lenses of his glasses. "Course you can," Ollie obligatorily replied, his eyes wide as they could possibly be in his flabby face, certain he was on the brink of some major discovery. "This is something you can't tell anyone. Not anyone," Lucas went on, still hedging. "I've got to be sure you won't ever let this get out." "Luke, you know you can trust me," Ollie reassured him. "We've been best buddies all through school. Who else do we have but each other?" Lucas knew Ollie was right. They, along with a handful of others, were social misfits. The ones who haunted darkened corners at the school dance. The ones who warmed the bench during Phys Ed. The ones who deliberately avoided attention. The ones who lived out their lives in the safety of their rooms. The ones who were always more bold and alluring in chat rooms than they could ever be in real life. It was a blessing they had found each other; otherwise they would be quite alone in an already lonely world. Ollie's family practically mirrored Lucas' own. Although not nearly as wealthy as the Baldwin's, the Harris' were definitely upper middle class. Mr. Harris was a handsome, well-built military man; Mrs. Harris was an attractive attorney with a well-known firm in Manhattan. Their petite daughter, Caitlyn, was an honor roll student. And then there was Ollie. Oliver was looking at Lucas expectantly, anticipating the great reveal. He couldn't imagine what could be so sensitive that he practically had to take a blood oath never to divulge. Lucas appeared uncertain and, for a moment, Ollie thought his best friend would decide to hold on to his own secret. But then he was retrieving a flash drive from deep in the pocket of his shorts. He held it in a slightly trembling hand and looked at it warily for a moment before gingerly handing it over to Ollie. Oliver was as full of curiosity as he had ever been. Perhaps it would be better if he didn't know what was contained on that flash drive. "Remember," Lucas told him in a shaky voice, "you promised." Oliver nodded and turned to his laptop, pausing apprehensively before slipping the drive into its port. After selecting the view pictures option he gasped aloud when the screen filled with the image of two naked, muscular men. He looked over to Lucas inquisitively. "Just keep clicking forward," Lucas told him in a hushed tone. The fat boy's pudgy fingers pressed the arrow to advance and saw another jpeg of one fair-skinned stud on all fours atop a bed while the other was obviously fucking him from behind. As he continued clicking the images appeared faster and faster until he abruptly halted, went backwards by two and gasped, "That's your father! And---and Lombardo!" Lucas' young jaw was set firmly as he nodded his head affirmatively. "That's not all. Keep going," he said tersely. Oliver's hands were sweating as he maneuvered through the photos, one more scandalous than the last. In some of them he could plainly see Lombardo's incredibly long penis as it moved in and out of Lucas' father's asshole. Then, abruptly, the photo set changed to a new location. Now there were four players, three Mexicans and---could it be? Was that---? Oliver gasped again when he recognized the buffed stud sucking two cocks and being fucked by a third as none other than Lucas' older brother, Ryan! He rifled through the remaining screen captures, hundreds of them, memorializing the encounters of that day and every time since, ending with the incestuous threesome last evening. The sight of adulated jock stud Ryan being reamed by his equally attractive father had Ollie squeezing the growth which had sprung up between his meaty thighs. The boy was as shocked----and exhilarated---as he had ever been. Mr. Baldwin was a red-blooded, all-American Alpha Male. He and Oliver's father went to local college football games together with the rest of the neighborhood dads. Ryan, like his older brother Trey, was the all-star high school jock, seemingly with a different girlfriend every other week. Neither one of them exhibited any signs of being anything but straight. But there was no mistaking what either of them was doing in Lucas' voluminous photo set. For years Ollie had secretly lusted after Lucas' older brother, attending home games out of his interest in Ryan, not the sport. He'd masturbated countless times envisioning himself as a slimmer, more attractive teen engaging in all sorts of sexual encounters with the handsome athlete. Seeing Ryan completely naked with all these mature men doing to him what Ollie had always wanted to do caused the fat boy to quiver with excitement. "H-how did you get these?" he managed. "Cams I installed in Lombardo's room," Lucas explained. "You know I never trusted him. I knew he was up to something. I had to find out---to protect the family. The others ones, in the pool house, were already there. They just hadn't been used in a long while. Didn't take me much to tap into them." Ollie was impressed. His eyes were still trained on the final frame, an image of Ryan licking clean the two cocks that had just plundered his tight jock ass. He could almost feel the superstar's licker gliding over the head of his desperate dick and knew he'd have a glorious jerk-off session once Lucas was gone. "Luke, I---I don't know what to say. What are you thinking?" "It's Lombardo!" the boy declared. "He's done something to them. I don't know what. I don't know how. But I know it's all because of Lombardo." Oliver shook his head. "I don't know. I mean, these are only pictures. But it sure didn't look to me like your brother or dad was being forced to do anything." "But it's not just pictures," Lucas announced and, reaching around Ollie, clicked on another folder. In short order the media player opened and live footage of the pool house encounter appeared on the screen like a home movie. Aghast, Oliver watched as Ryan went through the slutty motions of servicing the three Mexicans. He slurped on their cocks, took them up his ass and devoured their cum like a whore. If Oliver hadn't been star struck before, he was now. Oliver was left speechless when the video capture ended. What was there to say? Although he wasn't close to either of them, they were still the boy's father and brother. It was little wonder Lucas had been in such a deep funk. But how could he console his best friend when he was titillated by the raunchy things he'd just seen? He could feel his hard cock pounding under his belly over-hang and longed to stroke it while visions of Ryan floated through his mind. "Luke, I get why this has you so twisted," he came up with. "But that's not all of it. Not really," Lucas replied sheepishly. "Well, like, what else is there?" Ollie asked slowly. What else could there possibly be besides finding your macho father and hero brother fucking and sucking other guys? Lucas looked away and fell silent for a few moments before responding. "It's that, well, I didn't mean to. I don't know what came over me. I mean, I didn't intend to. But----" Oliver could plainly see that Lucas was still very much conflicted. "But what?" "I jerked off." He said it in a gush of breath. "The first time and every time I've watched them I got such a hard-on, Ollie, that I jerked off. Jeez, I've ejaculated like never before! It's twisted. It's perverted. But it's so, so----" "Hot!" Ollie finished for him. "Dude, I'm sporting a boner right now myself. I get that your upset about this Lombardo and whatever influence you think he might have over the household. But, sorry, it's hot!" "But what are they doing to my Mom?" the teen moaned, rising from his seated position and pacing the floor with his head in hands. "She doesn't deserve to be deceived like this. Not by her own husband. And Lombardo. She took him into our house with good faith. Misguided, but altruistic. And this is how he repays her kindness. Oh, Ollie, what am I going to do?" "I think you've got a more immediate problem on your hands," the other boy told him. Lucas' anxious stride came to a halt. "What?" he asked, frustration obvious in his voice. Oliver cleared his throat and pointed. Lucas followed his direction and saw the front of his shorts tented outward. "Oh, no!" he cried, slapping himself against the forehead and falling back onto the bed. "You see?" Oliver chewed on his protruding lower lip for a moment. Chances were slim to nothing he'd ever have his way with hunkalicious Ryan. But his brother, another Baldwin and Oliver's best friend, was stretched across his bed with an aching boner. It was a gamble. He could lose the one true friend he had. But Lucas was vulnerable and such an opportunity might never arise again. Working deftly, he transferred output from laptop to the giant screen television mounted to the wall facing his bed and replayed the shocking video from the beginning. Lucas was still bemoaning the misfortunes of his family, unaware of what the other boy had done. Oliver hoisted his big bulk from the chair and mounted the bed beside his buddy. The mattress heaved considerably as he made himself comfortable, resting on one side. While Lucas wept crocodile tears Oliver tenderly squeezed his arm, brushed a carefree lock of hair from his forehead and ran a hand in a circular motion over his chest, all the while assuring him that everything would be alright. His comforting hand traveled lower over the concave surface of the thin teen's belly. Just when realization struck Lucas of the compromising position they were both in Oliver boldly grasped hold of his organ. Lucas shot up on his elbows. "Ollie!" he gasped. "What do you think you're doing?" "It's okay," Oliver reassured him, although inside he was trembling. "Buddies our age help each other out all the time." "Oh, yeah?" Lucas countered. "Who exactly have you helped out?" Oliver thought a moment. "Well, nobody." Then, quickly, "But I've heard that lots of guys our age do." Lucas focused on the debauchery taking place on the large screen. A greasy-haired, overweight Mexican had his face buried in Ryan's jock ass, eating him like it was pussy; while another---quite his opposite in appearance---was fucking the boy's mouth. As much as he was repulsed by the shenanigans of his brother---and father---Lucas couldn't help but be sexually aroused. His bat was twitching stiff as it had been when he first saw the raunchy sexcapades and nearly every night since. He knew he should stop Ollie but someone's---anyone's---hand other than his own felt great for a change. Besides, the fat boy was not just his best friend but the only one who knew of his special "problem." Lucas' lack of resistance encouraged the slightly nervous Oliver. His chubby hand more deliberately caressed the noticeable outline of the other boy's fabled meat through the material of his strained shorts. Looking up at his one, his only, friend he noticed the slight film of nervous sweat which had broken out above his succulent upper lip. Ollie himself was anxious as he'd ever been but bravely, perhaps for the first time, failed to allow it to deter him. He rubbed his buddy's prick, watching it stretch further and further until it was trapped by the waist band of his shorts, angrily thudding against them for release. Ollie obliged by unsnapping and unzipping the confining pouch, jerking back with a startled gasp when the monstrous appendage sprung forth. Lucas had shyly warned him about his abnormality but there was nothing could prepare the adventurous teen for the behemoth sprouting from his buddy's loins. The boy had the cock of a pony! It was well over a foot long, thick as the stump of a tree with elephantine, rope-like veins maddeningly pulsing along its bloated shaft. The enormous head, the shape of some mutant fruit, was split by a huge fleshy piss-slit, already gaping widely and oozing teen spirit. For a split second Ollie's eyes registered fear but he quickly composed himself, knowing how sensitive Lucas was about his self-diagnosed malformation. Personally, Ollie found nothing repulsive about Lucas' massive boy meat. It was a wonder, something he wished he possessed. If only that donkey dick was sprouting from his own loins! He wouldn't just be the blubber boy of the ninth grade. He'd be the corpulent scholar bearing the most colossal cock. The rowdy jocks would bow down to him with admiration. The perky cheerleaders would fantasize about him ravishing their pretty pussies. Even Ryan, the idolized Ryan he'd just witnessed fucking and sucking on screen, would kill to have his monstrosity plowing his tight jock butt. As visions of imaged conquests filtered through Ollie's fertile imagination he tentatively reached out and grasped hold of the monstrous beast. The gigantic hunk of meat jumped at the first touch of the other boy and a gob of translucent seminal fluid pulsed from those deep, fleshy piss lips. Leaning back on his elbows, Lucas watched through widened bespectacled eyes, his jaw gone slack, as his buddy attempted to wrap his hand around the sizeable girth. It was futile; the teen's dick was simply too wide to be handled by a single fondling hand. Without letting go of the over-sized, throbbing trunk Ollie got up on his knees and, with a little effort, crawled between the spread of Lucas' thighs. Directly facing his friend the over-anxious chub took the mighty ramrod in both hands. An intense heat emanated from the incredible hardness as Ollie moved one hand up, the other down the whopping maleness. He traced the huge, bulging cord on the underside of the tremendous prick with the sweaty palm of one hand while the other, having reached the peak, glided over the huge knob. Lucas sighed huskily, his slim body shivering, as Oliver massaged his sensitive dome. "Gosh, Lucas," the overweight teen exclaimed, "it's a beauty!" "D-do you r-really think so?" Lucas managed uncertainly. "Sure is! Don't know what you've been so worried about. Any guy would be proud to have a cock like yours!" His beady eyes sparkled in their folds of flesh as his hands worked Lucas' prominent prick. The more he toyed with it the bigger and fatter it seemed to grow. A virtual stream of teen lube was now leaking from the super-sized head, lubricating the massive shaft for Olivier's relentless hand job. Curiosity getting the better of him, Oliver had to ask, "Do you know how big it actually is?" Almost shyly Lucas responded, "Fourteen and a quarter." "And a quarter," Oliver repeated incredulously, smacking his blubbery lips. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" His eyes were trained on the clear, gooey jewels oozing from Lucas' cock snout. Showing nary a moment of indecision he swooped in and swiped his tongue over the leaking target. Startled, Lucas' hips reflexively shot upward, the movement effectively thrusting his colossal mushroom into the other boy's mouth. Ollie gulped it up, securing his plump lips under the shelf-like ridge of his buddy's corona. He sucked on the fruit-sized head like it was his favorite popsicle, the nectar of Lucas' pre-cum more succulent than the most saccharin-enhanced dessert. Lucas drew himself up on the bed, dug his heels into the mattress and came up on the palms of his hands. He was shocked at what Ollie had taken upon himself to do---almost as shocked as by the sexual hijinks of his father and brother. But what his buddy's mouth was doing felt so very good. For most of his life he'd been ashamed of his abnormal appendage, hiding it from everyone and existing within his own misery, fearful that he'd never experience a satisfying sex life like normal guys. But Ollie wasn't repulsed by his oversized organ. Not at all. He'd cooed words of admiration before lovingly kissing it and salaciously attacking it with his mouth. Ollie came up smacking his lips. As his hands continued to pump the monstrosity he looked Lucas in the eye and casually asked, "You don't mind, do you, Luke? I mean, is it okay if I play with it?" Okay?! Just when Lucas had resolved that he was a shameful freak show here was his best friend anxious to handle his outrageous boyhood. "O-only if you really want to," he managed in a small voice. "If I want to?" the chubby boy repeated incredulously. "Who wouldn't?" And, with that, he dove back on Lucas' prominent protuberance. Up until now Lucas didn't think anyone would show interest in his deformity. But in a matter of a few fateful minutes Ollie was doing wonders for his self-confidence. Oliver stretched his mouth wide over the fleshy corona, his jowly features somewhat distorted by the effort. His warm tongue slithered over Lucas' gigantic knob, the blunt tip probing into his leaking meatus and teasing the bundle of nerves which made up the boy's frenulum. As he manipulated it between his lips Ollie's hands continued to stroke up and down the colossal prong, its bulging deep-blue veins like road bumps against his sweaty palms. The entire thing was incredibly thick and heavy; Ollie figured it to weigh in at anywhere between five to ten pounds. Ollie's eyes squinted tightly in their fleshy folds as he bore down on the whopper, valiantly attempting to accommodate more in the cavern of his mouth. Tiny tears sprung from the corners as he fed himself more and more of the immense horse-cock. Noisy grunts and gurgles emitted from his cock stuffed hole while his lips stretched like rubber bands over the scorching teen meat. But he desperately wanted it, knowing full well he could never have all of it, but determined to devour all he could. White spots flashed before his eyes as the fat knob blocked the opening to his throat. With at least four ankle-thick inches, inclusive of the apple-sized head, wedged between his straining lips Ollie began frantically sucking. The nostrils in his pug nose flared wide, giving himself even more of a hog-like appearance, as he sucked in oxygen. His hands pumped along the incredible dimensions, his arms already strained by the long journey from his lips to the trunk-like base with its heavy, gnarled roots. It felt alive: a throbbing beast acting against the will of its master. Oliver sucked almost viciously on the wondrous prick, swallowing wave after wave of leaking pre-cum with an unconstrained lust. Although he'd fantasized numerous times this was his first time actually servicing a cock. Most times it had been Ryan on the receiving end of his worship. Ryan who he had tongue-bathed from head to toe. Ryan who he had romantically kissed. Ryan whose dick he sucked, whose ass he ate. Ryan who spread his athletic thighs and allowed him to fuck him up the ass. But reality with Lucas proved to be more satisfying then his wildest dreams of the boy's older brother. Lucas shuddered from head to toe as Oliver did things to him he'd only dreamed about. All his masturbating and fucking the pillows were nothing compared to a wet, warm mouth suctioning off his mean erection. He was so thoroughly aroused he wanted to thrust himself into Ollie's mouth, shove his monstrosity down the other boy's throat and fuck him hard. But he knew he was huge and would never fit, at least without doing his buddy some real damage. All he could do was lean back on his forearms and enjoy the incredible sensations spiraling through his lanky young body. Young as he was, and with this being his first time, Lucas quickly succumbed to the blinding pleasures of Oliver's feisty blow job. His thin frame went rigid and his breath grew short. Lucas knew what was coming, something so frightening and yet wonderful at the same time. He attempted to push Ollie off in a futile attempt to stop the approaching onslaught but he was a race car without brakes. As his body quivered, shook and trembled Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth and let out a long guttural growl. An explosive jet of hot boy cum shot from his cock head straight down Oliver's esophagus, followed by another and another. As the fat boy sputtered and choked the enormous dick wrestled free from his mouth, still spouting its tidal wave of joy juice all over his face and hair. Lucas bucked and writhed on the bed, his head agonizingly tossing from side to side while his cannon continued to fire. Oliver still held the hot gun in both hands, aiming it at his open mouth so he could catch each huge spurt. Lucas' cum tasted infinitely better than his own and he greedily drank straight from the spout, almost as if devouring Baldwin semen would transform him from a fat troll to a handsome Prince. Stunned by the force of Lucas' orgasm Oliver kept up with him, jerking on his club and being a human repository for his hot load. Even after the heavy surges died down to a slow trickle he continued to feast on Lucas, sucking the remaining drops from his cockhead and licking his unit clean. Satisfied that Lucas was washed he went to work on himself, wiping semen from his drenched face and licking it from his fingers. It was a few minutes before Lucas managed to come down from his thunderous orgasm. Laying there across the bed he sheepishly looked over to a cum-soaked Oliver. "You okay, Ollie?" he asked. Oliver's eyes opened wide. "Okay? Are you kidding me, Luke? That was fantastic! I came in my pants just from sucking you!" Lucas' eyes trained on Oliver's crotch and, sure enough, he could see the widening wet spot in the front of his shorts. His gaze trailed past Oliver to the widescreen television mounted on the wall. During their session the scene had changed and now Lombardo was forcefully fucking Ryan during one of their late night sessions. Lucas' big dick throbbed, still full of fight. "Ollie," he addressed the other boy. "W-would you do that again?" Only a short drive, possibly a half hour's walk from the Baldwin estate, was the lesser grandiose home of the McCabe family. Although without as much acreage it still required some degree of maintenance. Nola and Redmond McCabe weren't nearly as well-to-do as Delia Coolidge Baldwin; thusly a salaried landscaping crew like Morales & Son was out of the question. Redmond, or "Red" as he was known by most, did most of the outdoor work himself. It wasn't as if he really minded. Like his buddy Miles Baldwin Redmond worked out of his home while Dr. Nola spent much time at her practice. The bearded man ran a decent enough little business, but it hardly required all his time. Tending to the lawn and garden and seeing to everyday household chores easily fit into the gregarious Irishman's everyday routine. To meet Redmond McCabe one would never take him for an accomplished house husband. He looked more like the redneck fan you'd meet at a monster truck rally rather than the family man comparison shopping at the local market. He was a big man, although not fat, who enjoyed his food and beer. Always the loudest voice at neighborhood gatherings and family functions, Red was known for his jovial, good nature. Nola, a rather quiet woman, was often embarrassed by her husband's boisterousness in the company of her colleagues. But everyone seemed to appreciate Red's overly amiable personality, although privately they wondered how the marriage between two total opposites survived. A special project which required someone with a bit of knowledge about brick laying brought the Baldwin's handyman, Lombardo, to the McCabe home. Redmond, always conscious of labor costs, requested the ex-convict's services. With Miles' blessing Lombardo was easily up for a little moonlighting---and some extra cash. Repairs to the low-lying wall surrounding the rear patio would only take a day, possibly two. Redmond picked up Lombardo mid-morning and brought him over to the McCabe home. All supplies had already been delivered and awaited Lombardo's attention. After thoughtfully inviting Lombardo to partake of any refreshments he could find in the open garage's refrigerator, Redmond gave the man an easygoing slap to his back and left him to his work. Lombardo watched the big man round the side of the house through dark, piercing eyes and then set to his task. Stripping down to his wife-beater, the muscular Sicilian donned a pair of work gloves and went to work with hammer and chisel, removing the damaged portions for later replacement. In short order his mighty biceps were shining with sweat under the high morning sun's rays and after an hour's work his t-shirt was moist. Slipping it over his head he wiped at his hairy armpits and ran it over his tautly muscled chest as he made his way to the garage for a much-needed drink. He was about to round the corner to the garage opening when he spotted a bike rider leave the roadway and come down the drive. Quickly stepping back he remained concealed from this newcomer, who maneuvered his bicycle into the garage. Inquisitively poking his head around the corner Lombardo watched the young boy park his bike on its kickstand and head directly into the house. With the coast clear Lombardo sauntered over to the refrigerator, surveyed the contents and settled on bottled water. Unscrewing the cap he took a long draw of the refreshing liquid, wiping the back of a hand across his whisker-framed lips. His eyes were fixed on the bicycle, which he instantly recognized as belonging to young Devyn Baldwin. While there was certainly nothing suspect about the boy visiting his friend, Redmond's son, Lombardo found the familiarity perplexing. The boy hadn't even bothered to announce his arrival, just letting himself into the home as though he belonged. His brows creased with wonder, he took another drag of the water, shrugged it off and turned to resume his job. Devyn stealthily made his way through the McCabe pantry into the main body of the house. Hearing the television in the family room located to the rear Dev was reasonably certain Mr. McCabe was engrossed in his favorite afternoon political program. Quietly he crept up the back stairway and down the second story hallway to young Terence's room. Terence, having anticipated his visit, was standing looking out the window. Devyn shut the door behind him, announcing his arrival, and threw up his hands. In a hushed tone he said, "What the fuck, Ter? You're not ready!" Terence looked down at the floor sheepishly. "I don't know about this, Devyn. I think I'm scared." "You big pussy!" the other boy spat. "We've been planning this for over a week. You're not chickening out now!" With that he began removing his clothes. "But, Devyn----". Clearly the boy was nervous. "Strip!" Devyn ordered and Terence begrudgingly obeyed. "You're gonna be glad you listened to me once we get started!" Shirts, shorts, briefs, socks and shoes were removed, Devyn's scattered around the room while Terence's were neatly placed on the bed. "C-can I practice on you once more before we---you know, do it," Terence asked, showing his lack of self-confidence. "We been practicing all week," Devyn shot back with annoyance. "You don't need any more practice. Now, come on." He opened the door and strode out into the hallway bareassed, turning to make certain Terence was behind him. The kid was biting a nail and appeared uncomfortable roaming the halls in the nude. Retracing his steps, Devyn took him by the hand and said again, "Come on." Together they went downstairs, maneuvered the hallway and stopped at the entrance to the family room. Peeking around the corner they both could see the back of Redmond's red head as he sat there engrossed in his show. Cupping a hand against his mouth Devyn whispered into Terence's ear, "Now remember what you have to do." And then, leaving the nervous boy standing there, he casually strode into the room. Showing no hesitation he came around the side of the sofa. "Hey, fucker," he greeted. Redmond automatically turned to face the voice and his mouth dropped when he saw the beautiful blond-haired boy standing there in all his naked splendor. "Devyn! What you doing here?" he asked, stunned by the intrusion. "I was in the neighborhood," Devyn responded, coming up on him and taking hold of the remote to silence the television. "Figured you needed to suck some boy dick." "Devyn, Terence is in the house. He's right upstairs," Redmond told him in a hushed tone as he began to rise. Devyn quickly pushed him back against the cushions and stepped up onto the sofa facing him, one foot planted to either side and his already-growing boydick inches from his face. "Then you better get your big mouth stuffed, fucker. Now suck!" The bearded man thought to object but the teen's smooth stiffie slapping the whiskers to each side of his face and trailing over his gums proved too much for the jaded boy lover to resist. Opening his maw he noisily sucked the roving pecker inside and swallowed it down to the nearly-bald root. "Yeah, yeah! That's it, fucker!" Devyn giddily cheered him on. "Eat that school boy meat!" He instantly began haphazardly thrusting his hips, slamming his dick in and out of the grown man's mouth with an urgency akin to the young. But Redmond wasn't complaining. It was the way he liked his boys to take charge. And there was none could handle the job better than Devyn Baldwin. Ever since the boy chanced to encounter him in the bunk house earlier this summer he'd become the thirteen-year-old's obedient sex slave. Red was one of two camp counselors. While his co-counselor, a fifty-something old-school Boy Scout type, was engaging their charges in game by the lake Red excused himself on the pretext of a bathroom call. Instead of the latrine, Redmond excitedly made his way to the boy's dorm to engage in his favorite perversion. Quickly he discovered twelve year old Timmy Hawkins's discarded briefs and enthusiastically brought them to his face. He inhaled deeply from the pouch and seat, thrilled by the telltale boy musk. Quickly he freed his adult cock and began jerking his stiff rod as he reveled in the funky underwear of the young boy. He never considered the likelihood of one of the boy's returning to camp, as Devyn Baldwin had. He didn't even know how long the cute kid had been standing there watching him before he realized he was no longer alone. While Redmond froze in horror, the other kid's undies still clutched in his big paw, Devyn tentatively came down the center aisle separating the rows of cots to stand before the bigger man. His innocent blue eyes looked up into Redmond's frightened orbs, then journeyed down to the man's heavily leaking prick. After a moment of seeming uncertainty he reached out and took it in his small hand. Redmond gasped aloud and stumbled back a step at the young teen's provocative touch. Devyn began gliding his hand up and down the stiff rod, sweetly asking Redmond if that was the way he was doing it. Swallowing hard, Redmond told him that he shouldn't be doing this but Devyn quickly countered with the fact that Red shouldn't have been smelling Timmy's briefs. As he worked the man's turgid meat he questioned Redmond's actions, then came to his own conclusion about the counselor liking teen boys. Trembling with combined fear and lust, and with his cock about to burst, Redmond was unable to offer anything more than a grunt. Then Devyn was asking if he wanted to see his peeps. Before Redmond could even process the query Devyn had dropped his shorts and briefs down under his bald nutsac. With a sharp intake of breath Redmond's eyes flared as he gaped at the stunning six inch stiffie sprouting up from the boy's hairless groin. The boy invited him to touch it. And Redmond so badly wanted to. He already knew he was in a serious predicament. There would be no way of explaining what the kid had seen him doing in that bunk house. He'd been caught in the act of masturbating while sniffing one of his young charge's soiled underwear. With his perverse quirk exposed he'd be ostracized by friends and family. Accepting Devyn's request would only compound an already explosive situation. But the Baldwin boy was so beautiful, a perfect blond-haired, blue-eyed specimen of teen spirit. He was such a nice boy, always polite and respectful. For years Red had secretly perved after his buddy Miles' youngest son, his own son's best friend. Only in his most deviant fantasies would he have anticipated them being together, cocks bared, with young Devyn making such an irresistible invitation. It was more than an overly deprived degenerate like Redmond could endure. With quivering hand he gingerly took hold of Devyn's smooth pricklet, a wave of lust instantly enveloping him from scalp to sole. Devyn encouraged him in a little boy's voice, assuring him it was alright to play with his pee-pee. And Redmond did. Gliding his thick adult hand up and down the slick, polished surface of Devon's enticing boy cock he pumped the beguiling unit. Voluminous mature cock snot leaked from Redmond's piss hole, pooling on the floor between his legs as he toyed with his young charge's peter. He caressed the heated hardness under its silk-like skin, exploring it with his big paw as if it was the first dick he'd ever handled. When Devyn then proposed he kiss it Redmond's lower lip began to tremble. Incoherent whimpering sounds came from the man as he feebly fought the temptation. Just one taste, he convinced himself as he sat back on the nearest cot. Taking young Devyn by the hips he moved the boy into position. With the beautiful teen cock directly in line with his bearded face Redmond opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and took a long, tasty swipe up the underside of Devyn's cock. Had he not been so entranced by the kid Redmond might have wondered why Devyn had been speaking to him all this time as if he was six rather than thirteen, an eighth-grader one year away from high school. Devyn had perfected the act of innocent school boy, convinced that was the way to snare a perv like McCabe. Now that the man had taken the bait he was free to drop the act. Grabbing fists full of the man's rust-colored hair he thrust his hips forward, shoving his hardness deep into Red's mouth. A litany of vulgarities spewed from his lips as he fucked Redmond's face, his nuts whipping to and fro and colliding with the adult's bearded chin. Redmond was both shocked and aroused by the words the boy used as he enthusiastically pumped his boy meat in and out. He grabbed hands full of teen buttocks, squeezing and kneading as he moaned around the randy dick battering his face hole. And when the kid writhed and bucked through his dry orgasm Redmond shot a volley of dad cum high up in the space between them. It was only a few weeks ago he'd been introduced to the perilous pleasures of Devyn Baldwin and now, once again, he was privileged to be feasting on the young teen's dick. The blond boy was rabbit fucking his mouth with all the urgency of youth, having not yet learned the pleasure in prolonging his experience. His six hard inches battered Redmond's tonsils, painting his tongue with sweet pre-cum. Redmond relished the flavor of the boy's excited leakage; the young ones always tasted fresh and pure. He ran his tongue along the underside of the smooth teen prick and piggishly sucked on it as it ravaged his face hole. "That's it! Suck it, you fuckin' perv!" Devyn ordered, shoving his cock knob to the back of Redmond's throat. "You like this shit, don't you? Take that cock, bitch!" Redmond mumbled around Devyn's battering rod, attempting to warn him about lowering his voice since Terrence was present in another part of the house. But Devyn kept his mouth constantly stuffed with raging boy meat, rendering him unable to articulate. Redmond's big daddy hands were on Devyn's pink ass cheeks, kneading the soft supple skin as they moved to and fro with his fucking exertions. "You wanna get fucked with this dick, don't ya, you cock whore?" Redmond groaned his desire, bringing a self-satisfied smirk to Devyn's face. Winking at the astonished boy watching them from the archway he went on, "Take out your big dick, fucker. You know you want to jerk it while you eat my dick. Go on!" Redmond readily obeyed, unzipping his shorts, pulling them down to mid-thigh and releasing his fat stud prick. The meaty head was already oozing an ample amount of pre-cum. Red stroked his big, pulsing cock and pulled on his hairy sac while he allowed his mouth to be abused by the young boy's delicious meat. With a toss of his head Devyn beckoned a wide-eyed Terrence forward. Terrence moved as if in a trance, gliding across the space between them. Coming around the sofa he stood before them, his eyes glued on his father's gleaming prick. Devyn looked back over his shoulder at the other boy and mouthed him some encouragement. They had gone too far for Terrence to back out at this crucial point in their well-rehearsed seduction. To Devyn's delight his young friend began to move, dropping to his knees and crawling closer to the edge of the sofa. "Take that dick, you filthy whore!" he bellowed needlessly, for Red was milking his boy meat for all his worth. Even if he boy came, treating him to a mouthful of ambrosial teen semen he knew Devyn would still be up for a fuck. It was one of the privileges of playing with young ones; they were ever-hard with a seemingly limitless supply of hot cum. Sucking hard on the boy's luscious bone Redmond was startled when he felt a pair of hands take hold of his dick. Puzzled, he looked upward at Devyn, whose own hands were to either side of him on the back of the sofa. His stroking paw touched the small hand which was now moving up and down his twitching prick. He felt the thin wrist and traveled partway up the intruder's arm, assuring himself that it was not the limb of a man but another boy. Confused, he attempted to extricate himself from Devyn's forceful mouth fuck. Giddy with delight at how things were turning out Devyn shoved himself deep in Redmond's mouth and ground his dick around in the dripping maw. All at once he lost it, unloading jets of hot cream into the adult man's mouth. Taken off guard Redmond choked on the boy slime at first but quickly recouped and thirstily savored the tasty load. "Shootin' my shit in your cock suckin, boy lovin' mouth! Yeah, slut, eat my fuckin' load!" The words seemed to encourage the faceless stranger, who was now more rapidly using both hands on the man's chunky rod. Devyn fed the bearded man load after load of fuckjuice, deliberately holding him at bay so he could further ponder the identity of the interloper. Once his balls had been drained, for now, he forced Redmond to lap his dick clean before stepping back. "H-hi Daddy," Terrence greeted from his place between the redhead's legs. "TERRENCE!" The boy's father was shocked to discover it was his own son who had been, and was now, fondling his dick while he had been used as a receptacle for Devyn's sex. "That's right, slut!" Devyn plopped down on the sofa alongside Redmond, his ever-ready dick still hard even after his ball draining session. "Terrence decided he wanted to play, too. Isn't that right, Terr?" Terrence just smiled, a trifle nervously, in return. It was obvious the boy was fascinated by the adult dick he was pumping in his small hands. His eyes widened in wonder when his father, perversely aroused by the incestuous scenario, began oozing more pre-cum from the tip of his rod. Terrence's pale palm brushed over the head, smearing the rich goo over the sensitive glans and causing Redmond to shudder. "Go on 'n show him what else you can do," Devyn urged as he stroked his own boy cock. After mere seconds of uncertainty, Terrence held his father's meat by the hairy base and took the throbbing member into his mouth. He wrapped his lips under the ridge of Redmond's heavily leaking helmet and aggressively sucked on it. Dickjuice bubbled up more rapidly from the excited sex tool, coating Terrence's flicking tongue. The teen cooed his appreciation as he savored the manly flavor of his father. The blunt tip of his tongue dug into the fleshy slit, prompting another surge of tasty cock snot. The boy's hands worked up and down his father's pulsing rod as he milked the fleshy cockhead with fervor. "Terrence!" Redmond gushed breathily. "No. You shouldn't. I'm your father!" But, despite his protestation, the man made no move to put an end to his boy's scandalous actions. "Who the fuck you kidding?" Devyn laughed, grasping hold of one of Redmond's hardened nipples and tugging on it while Terrence sucked his cock. "Young boy down on his knees blowing your daddy dick. It's what gets you off, you fuckin' perv." Redmond didn't much care for the way young Baldwin spoke to him in the company of his own son. But at that precise moment Terrence began really swallowing his cock. His thin pink lips yawned around the beef, taking more and more of it until the wet knob hit the back of his throat. His tongue darted along the thick shaft, washing it with his slick saliva. He loved the taste and feel of his father's mighty dick in his mouth and desperately wanted to take it all. Now that he'd gone this far there was little point in not going all the way. Practicing on Devyn's six inch teen dick had been one thing; his father's adult cock was quite another. Willing his gullet into a relaxed state the boy shuddered as he forced himself down on the burly hard-on, gagging and choking as it invaded his throat. He forced himself to eat every inch of it until his nose rested in Redmond's thick red bush. "TERRENCE!" Redmond shouted, throwing his head back against the sofa. "Wh-where did you learn to do that?" "He's been practicing on me all week," Devyn offered. "Pretty good, isn't he? Just wait'll the little shit really gets goin'." The boy was really yanking on Red's tit, making it extend far out from the matt of auburn hair on his chest. His ministrations seemed to make Redmond's dick swell even larger in the depths of Terrence's cavity. Terrence's face turned red as the hair on his head, angry veins stood out at his temples and his stuffed throat bulged obscenely. Being a mere novice in the fine art of cocksucking he was unable to hold the man-sized cock in the clutches of his throat for long. He came off it choking and sputtering. While Devyn kicked out his legs and whooped delightedly at his buddy's successful maneuver Redmond reached out and used a thick thumb to wipe the little tears from his son's eyes. The little trouper looked up at his father and innocently asked, "Did I make you feel good, daddy?" "Fuckin'-A it felt good!" Devyn answered for the older man. "Go on and eat his cock some more." Terrence was stroking Redmond's hard on once again. "Is it alright, daddy? Can I suck your cock some more?" Redmond groaned aloud at hearing such words coming from his boy's mouth. "Only if you want to, Terrence," he replied. "Only if you want to." Terrence smiled sweetly, his initial anxiousness replaced by a sense of adventure. Centering his attention on his father's mighty rod Terrence really went to town, lapping at and slurping up the dad meat like it was a melting ice cream cone. His wet tongue skittered all over the heated surface, making it glisten with his spit. He sucked it into his mouth, although not as deeply as before, and bobbed up and down on it. Redmond writhed and bucked on the sofa at the delicious sensations the two boys were bringing to him. Devyn was biting and chewing on the man tit he'd plumped up with his fingers and Red, in turn, was fondling the blond kid's silky smooth boner. All too quickly Devyn, the director of this piece, called a halt to their activity. Ordering Redmond off the sofa he got Terrence into position beside him, both on their knees at the edge of the upholstered seat with their arms resting on its back. Redmond salivated while looking at the two creamy boy butts tantalizingly displayed before him. "You like them boy pussies, you perv?" Devyn taunted from over his shoulder. "Go on, Terrence, show the horny fuck your hot pussy." Redmond gasped as Terrence reached back and pulled his pale cheeks apart, exposing his hairless pink pucker. "Your dad likes eating boy pussy. Don't you, fuck wad?" Whimpering, Redmond fell to his knees behind his son. Terrence had a nice little freckled ass, maybe not as cute as Devyn's but appetizing all the same. His hole appeared pristine: clean, fresh and untouched. Redmond inhaled deeply through his nostrils, sniffing the telltale scent of ripe boy ass. While the boy splayed his quivering crack apart Redmond stuck out his tongue and tickled the aperture with the blunt tip. Terrence shivered and reflexively pushed his butt out to meet his father's teasing tongue. Redmond more aggressively swiped at the twitching ring, moaning delightfully as he got his first real taste of the boy. Soon he was taking hold of Terrence's sweet cheeks himself and sloppily lapping at the sweet hole. "That's it, fatherfucker, eat your boy's ass," Devyn gleefully motivated. Then, moving his face conspiratorially close to Terrence's he asked, "You like that, Terr? You like your daddy lickin' your ass?" Terrence just chewed on his lips and grunted his approval. Redmond enthusiastically licked around the bald opening, even more aroused by the way the tiny ass lips fluttered against his tongue. He more pointedly shoveled his slick digit between the folds and, with mild effort, managed to work himself into the heated fissure. "Ohhhhhh, daddy's tongue is in my butt hole!" Terrence gasped. "Don't it feel good?" Devyn's eyes twinkled maniacally. Then, to Redmond, "Eat his ass out, fuckhead! Show him a real good rim job!" And Redmond zealously complied. Faced away from the French doors leading out to the back yard none of them noticed the man cupping his eyes while his face was pressed to the panes. Taking a break from laboring, Lombardo had decided to do a little felonious snooping. A broad smile lighted his ruggedly handsome face when he saw what the youngest Baldwin boy was really up to in the McCabe household. Delighted to discover the boy was hardly as angelic as he pretended to be, and already calculating how he could use this information to his advantage, Lombardo watched as the perverted father serviced his teen son's pussy. Unzipping his jeans he hauled out his monster hard on and stroked it while enjoying the afternoon's matinee. "Get over here and eat my ass now, you greedy fuck!" Devyn commanded. Redmond hesitantly obeyed. Slipping his swollen tongue from Terrence's pert pussy he moved over to face Devyn's engaging boy butt. No matter how many times he answered the verbally abusive boy's call Redmond could never get enough of him. Each time he swore would be the last (it would be disastrous if their tawdry affair ever got out) but he always fell victim to Devyn's charms again. Redmond tongued the kid's funky hole, savagely digging inside and slovenly sucking. His wet digit swirled round and round in the tight teen ass. Snarling like a rabid dog he poked his tongue in and out, licking, sucking and chewing to his heart's content while Devyn ground back against him. Back and forth he went from one taut teen ass to another. He was like a starved man at a teen smorgasbord, eating his fill. He sucked both boy's holes inside out, grinding his bearded face into their smooth cracks and devouring their tight puckers. He tongue fucked to his heart's content, jabbing as deeply as possible into their twitching rectums. Taking full advantage of their painful hard ons he paused in his ass eating every now and then to pull their dicks between their legs and briefly run his tongue along their teen meat before returning attention to their squirming ass holes. Consumed with bestial excitement he flogged his fat adult prick while he chowed down on their dripping holes. Kicking the highly aroused man away Devyn changed the action. "Get on the couch, slut! Not like that, you dumb fuck! On your back! We wanna look at you when we fuck you!" With low, mewling sounds escaping his quivering lips Redmond complied with the order. Laying full across the sofa he lifted his beefy legs, spreading them wide and exposing his hot hole nestled in its red forest. He felt like a slut in front of his son, hedonistically aware of the boy's bugged-out eyes focused on his daddy pussy. He knew it was morally wrong but, oh, how he couldn't wait to have Terrence inside him! "Seeing as you never fucked anybody before, I'll go first," Devyn was telling the other boy. "Show you how it's done." Climbing onto the sofa and positioning himself between Redmond's splayed legs he spoke, "You ready, fuck? I'm gonna bang the shit outa you and let Terrence see what a whore his daddy is for a boy fuck." And without further formalities with one short, powerful shove Devyn planted his six randy inches into the man's unlubed fuck slot. Redmond sighed aloud at the sheer pleasure of being skewered by teen cock. Flexing his asshole he bore down on the boy's meat, anxious to give them both a tight ride. Terrence stood there with an awed expression on his freckled face. It was shocking to see his big, hairy, barrel-chested daddy taking it up the ass from Devyn---and loving it! Devyn was spitting down to the point where their bodies were joined (probably to make the fucking slicker, Terrence figured) and then spitting right in Red's face while shouting all sorts of obscenities. But his daddy didn't seem to care. In fact, he was opening his mouth like a feeding guppy and catching some of Devyn's hawkers. His fat fingers were twisting and turning his big adult nipples which had swelled high above his matt of chest chair. "Bet you didn't know your daddy liked a good boy fuck, huh?" Devyn addressed him with a wicked laugh. The maniacal gleam in his blue eyes caused a momentary shiver to travel down Terrence's bared spine. "Hop on and feed him your cock while I fuck him." Overwhelmed by a newly discovered sense of libido Terrence was unable to resist the offer. Throwing a leg over his father's hairy chest he straddled the squirming man, his steely hard boy dick pointed at his whiskered face. Redmond took hand's full of his boy's rear and pulled him forward until his pubescent peter was engulfed by his mouth. With an unconstrained sigh Terrence's head fell back and his hips began to move, driving his boy dick in and out of his father's ravenously sucking hole. Redmond worked the boy like a starving man, plastering his lips against the fresh boy meat and showing his son what a talented cock sucker his father really was. Devyn drilled into Redmond with the stamina of youth, his trim butt a whir as he pumped his hips with breakneck speed. He fucked the man as hard as he could, planting his grower as deep as possible in his mushy guts. Red's warm asshole squeezed his battering prick with a deliciously tight grip, making the fucking all the more enjoyable for the kid. No matter how Devyn abused the pig, Redmond accepted it. In fact, seemed to crave even more. It was the reason why he was one of Devyn's favorite fucks. Screwing like a bandit didn't allow for a prolonged fuck, especially in an over-sexed youth. Devyn's breath was already becoming short and labored---and it wasn't just from his exertion. He slammed home time and again, his long bangs dancing across his forehead. Fucking and pumping, pumping and fucking. His dick hammered the wet, warm man hole. His hips moved at a breakneck pace, pistoning his pulsating prick in and out of the hairy pussy. Quickly his small frame quaked, rumbled and with a strangled cry he unloaded, for the second time that afternoon, in Redmond's cunt. As volleys of boy jizz shot up from his ball sac young Devyn panted like a race horse, his body spasming and lurking with each burst. His mouth hung ajar, his eyes bulging as he succumbed to another mind-blowing orgasm. Hastily recouping he pulled himself from Redmond, obscene squishing sounds emanating from the freshly fucked pussy, and shook his dick clean. At the first hint of what had sounded like agony from his friend, Terrence had turned his head and observed Devyn in the throes of his orgasm. Now that he'd regained his senses Devyn resumed his devil-may-care smile and invited, "Your turn. Made it all nice and slippery for ya, Ter. C'mon and fuck your whore daddy." Redmond scarcely dared to breath as his young son traded positions with Devyn. Tentatively chewing on his lower lip he looked down at his pig father and, in a small voice, asked, "Is it okay, Daddy? Is it okay if I fuck you?" "Of course it's okay!" Devyn shouted, annoyance evident in his tone. "What do ya think he's doin' layin' there with his pussy spread for ya?" Ignoring Devyn Redmond addressed his son, "Yes, Terrence. Daddy wants for you to fuck him. Daddy wants to make you feel good. Daddy loves you." Terrence smiled at his father's words of encouragement and moved into position. His teen dick head kissed his father's spasming ass mouth, a dribble of Devyn's cumload leaking from its murky depths. Devyn's eyes were wide with lust as he watched the initial approach in this perverse incestuous coupling he'd orchestrated. Normally a nervous nelly, Terrence was all bravado now, anxious to fuck his father just as Devyn had done. When Redmond's hairy puss pulsed open Terrence took it as a cue and easily slid his hard dick into his father's asshole. He shuddered as he felt the deliciously warm insides of his old man invitingly squeeze his buried boyhood. His mouth hung agape as he experienced untold degrees of nirvana. For the first time in his life he had his young dick in a cozy hole and he, Terrence McCabe, was going to fuck it. He was actually going to fuck his father! Which is precisely what Devyn, in his usual vulgar and callous manner, was urging him to do. Devyn was propped up on his side next to Redmond, his ever-ready teen rod just a mere turn of the head from the man's whisker-framed mouth. Although he wanted to throw his body over the slut and pound his face it was more important that Redmond be able to observe his son as he fucked his hungry hole. Father and son's eyes locked. Terrence's trim hips moved and his boy dick moved back, resisting his father's tight clutch. When it was nearly out he gently glided it back in, as if testing the territory. He kept on slipping it in and out, his shank moving ever faster until he was literally humping his dad's hole. His little ass rose and fell as he kept fucking into the hairy ass, penetrating his father's cunt with the same reckless abandon he'd observed from his teacher, Devyn. It felt so unbelievably good, better even than Devyn had led him to believe. Redmond clamped down on his boy's dick, making a nice tight fuck for them both. At thirteen the boy wasn't fully developed yet; he still had some growing to do. But in the meantime Redmond knew just how to work his hungry asshole to derive the most pleasure from the little peter. The look of sheer bliss on his boy's freckled face aroused him thoroughly. Even when Devyn began tapping his prick against his face and he turned to suck it into his mouth he kept one eye trained on little Terrence. Receiving dick from both ends was this boy lover's dream come true, especially when one of those nubile youths was his own son. Taking his profusely leaking adult dick in hand he jacked himself while taking luscious dick from both horned-up boys. Terrence's super-charged rabbit fucking was destined to for a short run, especially during his first time out of the gate. He wasn't exactly sure what overcame him and, in fact, was a little frightened by the sensation. Gone rigid, yet trembling terribly, the boy experienced his first dry orgasm obtained through copulation. He felt as if his balls had drawn up into his throat and the very essence of life was being sucked from him through his pecker. Redmond moaned around the other dick buried in his mouth as he watched his boy go through the throes of orgasm, knowing it was he who had brought the kid off. At that very instant Devyn began shooting his third load of the day, filling Redmond's maw with creamy teen seed. Redmond scarfed down the tasty load while alternately constricting and contracting his pussy around Terrence's highly sensitive dick. And then he, too, was erupting a geyser of man cum, shooting it across his hairy belly and even splashing some against his beard. At the French doors Lombardo glided his big twelve inch uncut rod along the glass, fucking the window as he watched the forbidden threesome. The scene soon proved too much for the ex-con. Huge globs of man cream blasted from his dick, splatting against the pane. As his load lazily dripped down the glass Lombardo tucked his unit back in his pants and stepped out of sight before his presence could be detected. A cunning smile formed on his handsome face as he resumed the chores he'd been hired for, pleased that he'd become privy to another secret. Whether they knew it or not, both Miles and Ryan Baldwin were already firmly in his clutches. Soon young Devyn would be joining their ranks. As for Redmond McCabe there was no one who could possibly be any more ripe for a little blackmail. Both boys fell off Redmond, exhausted. Their chests rose and fell as they sought to regain their breath. It was Devyn, of course, who spoke first. "Liked it, didn't ya, Ter? I told you your father was a good fuck." "How about it, Terrence?" Redmond was casually lounging on the sofa, coated in crusting cum, his hands tucked behind his head exposing his hairy red arm pits. "Are you okay, son?" Terrence grinned from ear to ear, crawled atop his dad and clamped his lips over the mans. Surprised, Redmond nevertheless parted his lips and thrust his tongue into his son's mouth. They fully explored each other's mouths while Redmond ran his big hands over his son's naked backside. "Alright, you fuckin' love birds, break it up!" Devyn was on his feet and stroking his still-hard dick. "I'm ready to go again." Redmond chuckled, shrugged his shoulders and swatted his son on the rump. Terrence slid down to the floor beside the sofa and watched excitedly as his father once again lifted his hairy legs and Devyn jumped into place.....