Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2017 13:12:09 +0000 From: Bobby Joe None Subject: "Big Daddy Frank" This is a totally new story from a new writer, here. The story and the title belong to the author, who has also written under the same pen-name in the past for "Handjobs" magazine, unfortunately no longer published. It deals mostly with adult male relatives, however, does mention the fact that the author believes we ought to be teaching our male offspring, early on, the joys of being male, and pride in our bodies. I, the author, do not advocate physical sexual contact with youngsters under age 12, nor for giving education and instructions regarding enjoyment thereof, beyond answering any basic questions they may have, and at their level of understanding, not ours. We - as adult males - need only to give them all the privacy we can, supply them with tissues, lube and whatever we can to allow them to discover their own sexual nature, at their own paces, knowledge that it's OK to pleasure oneself as well as other CONSENTING peers, and never embarrass them with references to such activities in settings with others, who may not have the capacity of understanding, nor the beliefs we do. I understand the terms of publication on Nifty.org, and agree to those listed; that there is no compensation for the story in any form, that it may appear on other websites as a part of the USENET network [et al]. If you wish to contact the author, please do so at CAfurrball5@outlook.com. Due to the potential volume of mail, responses are not guaranteed, although I may read them, regardless of the nature of the comments, positive or negative. "Flaming" or fire-laced" letters will be ignored, and disposed of, so if you are incapable of staying away from the "poison-pen" aspect of writing to the authors, and keeping it within a "civil" tone, don't bother sending comments. Along those same lines, the pen-name I use is a pseudonym, as I prefer to remain anonymous, for those very same reasons. This is a first-time effort for me with nifty.org. I am looking forward to writing more stories with some of the same characters, however, on an irregular basis, when the inspiration stirs within. That stated, however, this is a "stand-alone" story, and not an installment of a continuing story, per se. I usually name my stories something different, and would say something like "....the next summer," or something in that venacular, to let the reader(s) know it involves some of the same subject matter, and/or same people, from some of my other stories. Perhaps needless to say, however, the guidelines for submission ask us to be clear about that, so there you go. The nifty.org website would appreciate any and all contributions, to keep the website running. Please consider donating, as your personal finances allow. Remember, the website is a labor of love for many of us, and is paid for by those of us who care about its continuing existence. If you look at it, please consider supporting it. It's not free to keep it up on the web, by any means!!! Big Daddy Frank ---Bobby Joe "Dammit, Frank, ya just scared the shit outta me!" True, yet I was hardly surprised: my father-in-law had a prankish side that never left him. Even now, at fifty-five, the big guy was always playful, and always - apparently - wanted to see me as naked as he could get me. Wearing cut-offs that day, however fully commando underneath, he must have realized my consistently heavy, low-hangers were riding at the very edge of the leg of my shorts. "Hey, hey! My ever-fertile son-in-law Mike is a bit sensitive about those big ol' baby-producing nuts of his. My daughter just popped out my third grandson, all three looking for all the world just like their hot, hunky daddy, blonde hair and all. No reason to be shy here, son. I'd say you've more than earned a cherished spot in your Dads' hearts, both mine and your own Dad's. You can take off those cut-offs, son-in-law, it's an all-guys' afternoon." Turning around and discovering that - sure enough - the big man had long-ago shucked his shorts, and was standing naked in front of all of us, his own male relatives as well as mine; me, my Dad, and my brother Mark, another super-fertile baby maker. Although he was only a couple of years older than me, Mark had just been blessed with his fourth boy. Everyone except me was already fully naked. My Uncle Mike was there, too, looking absolutely devilishly handsome and hunky, as usual. "Don't know what's in those nuts of yours, boy, but you keep swinging those big ol' nuts in my face and I'm going to take you right here in front of all of our fellow baby-makers!" Plainly, Frank wanted me. He had since long before I had married his daughter Marcie. In fact, the weekend after Marcie and I had gotten back from the honeymoon, Frank came to me in private, and asked me a favor that clued me in, no doubt: He wanted me to secretly record Marcie's and my lovemaking sessions. No, he didn't give a damn about seeing about his daughter's naked snatch, rather, he wanted to see me - Mike - in action, with my cock, sliding in and out of his girl's cunt. More sexually arousing for me was that he wanted me to make as much noise as I possibly could when I blew my load in her, so he would know I was filling his daughter's man-hole with Frazier family man-cream. He would even go so far - later on - to asking me for any cum I would pump out when I jacked this big ol' thick cock of mine, solo, to be placed in a container for him, and to record it on video, so he could see the spunk fly out of my cock. I asked him then if he may ever want it fresh, and he said yes. That began a five-year odyssey with Big Daddy Frank sucking me off whenever Marcie didn't want any nookie. The man could suck cock like a champ. I should know: my brother Mark and I had been sucking each other's cocks on a regular basis since we were twelve. With the big guy as my father-in-law, I never lacked for an opportunity to pump a big load of fresh love-juice down his throat. Eventually, Mark and I both kept Frank satisfied. Being a widower, he had ample opportunity to drink all the cum he wanted, and practically whenever he wanted. Later on, I would find out he had videotapes of all of our boys being conceived, as he had taken the time to figure out the timing on the pregnancies. That he wanted to see me in action like that showed me something about my father-in-law that would make any man secretly proud: He wanted to see - and know - his son-in-law was doing his best to make him a grandfather, as well as being as crazy for me as I would later admit to being crazy for him. Knowing Frank had the hots for me would always be a bone-producing thought. The vids gave him fuel for plenty of masturbatory fantasies, and knowing I was blowing my load and having such fantastic orgasms - judging from all the noise I made when I would cum - produced many a load of cum for him. For him, it was the best of both worlds. Knowing his blowjobs were the best, I would always give him a show. The fact that Frank's man-cream was a sweet treat to both Mark and I made it even sweeter still. "Mike, I know Marcie told you she wants out of the marriage, and is giving you full custody of the three boys. You want me to move in with you?" Nodding my consent, I knew Frank's motives for me were hardly "pure": he wanted me in the worst way, and I was nearly as crazed about him. Frank may have already been firmly ensconced in what some consider to be our "middle years," he acted like he still had the libido of a fellow thirty-something! He was on his knees in front of me in a flash. He grabbed my brother Mark's hand and pulled him next to me. "Feed me that super-cum, guys. I want your cum in me. Let's get your Dad in on this, too. I'll bet you can still keep up with your boys, can't you, Bill?" "Fuck, yeah! And I still pump out just as much man-cream as my boys do, too, Frank!!!" "Then c'mon guys, give Big Frank here a cum bath. All a'ya! I want to see that cum FLY, boys!!!" Knowing how much of a cum-whore their Dad was, Marcie's brothers Aaron and David gathered behind us and started flogging their logs, as well. Her oldest brother Tony, though, was the first to blast his Dad's face full of a load of semen fit for a twenty-year old, a real bukkake face-full, although Tony was already pushing forty, with Aaron and David's following shortly; powerful, semen-soaking orgasms that left the big guy looking like a cupcake, fresh from the bakery, covered in creamy, white icing. Obviously, this family had some early-maturing boys, and a father who began popping out baby-makers early in life. Frank's two brothers came next, and covered their brother Frank's pelt with enough man-cream to start a fucking dairy!!! I would later find out Frank's cum-making ability had started early, just barely past his 11th birthday. "Amazing!" I thought, when I saw the amount of the spunk already covering Frank. "Should have gotten this on cam for posterity!" Then, Grandpa Frank, Frank's dad, now seventy-five if he was a day, pumped out a load on top of his boys' and grandsons' loads that absolutely soaked Frank's chest. He was already a mess, and my brother and I hadn't even blown our wads yet, nor had our Dad, nor his brother - our Uncle Mike - the man I was named after, and as I would find out at puberty, the man whose cum loads mine most often resembled, in sheer volume, if nothing else. All of a sudden, the load burst loose from Uncle Mike's man-hammer with a shout that let all of us know his level of enjoyment was over the top, at that moment. He triggered mine, my brother's and our Dad's, flooding the younger Frank's face and mouth with four rather rapid cum loads that rivaled Niagara Falls. Apparently, Frank's cum-drinking desires got the better of him as he drank mine, Mark's and Dad's in rapid succession, wiping his mouth off and licking his hands as he took in the remainder from his face. "Beer and wine are on the house, men. Use the pool to rinse off if you wish. Round two begins in about half an hour!" Frank turned to me then, and cradled my big, heavy, low-hangers in his right hand. "You did me and your Dad proud, Mike. I want you to unload one of those famed loads of baby-makers inside me. Think you're up to it, big boy?" "Yeah, although I think you ought to try my brother Mark and Uncle Mike, too. You think I'm stud-material? Mark has actually been known to break a condom, as he cums so much, many times over. Uncle Mike would have to wear TWO condoms with his college girlfriend, as they didn't want kids. After he buried his bone in his girl's cunt, and fill the cum drum to the brim, he'd bring it home to me at night, and I'd drink it down. I don't believe she ever figured out where the condoms wound up, however, the contents went right into mine and Mark's mouths, as Mark loves cum as much as I do! We'd often take a couple more loads from Uncle Mike, too, before he was fully sated. I've been sucking off that big ol' thick honker of Uncle Mike's since I started high school, and lovin' every inch of that beauty. Mark, has, too! Just having him in my mouth is enough to bring me off!!!" "You're a cocksucker, too, then, or just mainly a pile-driver with that man-hammer of yours?? I readily admit I am a cocksucker first, big boy, and I'd dearly love to suck yours, and suck your balls dry, if you want." A little overly-dramatic, I grabbed Big Frank by the collar, and kissed him. His eyes flew open wide, yet he knew I meant it. "I want it. Go for it. I always knew you were one of us, Mike." "You betcha. And if any of you guys want to drain their pipes again, I'll take `em on, now," I said, loud enough to be heard by all the men. The idea of fucking Frank was certainly a heady one, yet, I was and have always been, first and foremost, a born cocksucker. The role of a dedicated top came second. Soon enough, a small crowd had formed around Big Frank and I, as I gave him the blowjob of his fucking life. He started crying, and then shouting "Cumming! Cumming! CUMMMMMINNNNG!!!" when he blew his load, as the convulsions of a strong orgasm kept his pubic hair against my mouth, and – to say the least – I was in hog-heaven!!! I thought I would never finish getting him cleaned up as his cock kept leaking cum, but I finally took the last couple of drops of a VERY pungent, thick load of cum after about only three minutes of having him in my mouth. The man could fuck a mouth like he could fuck an ass, with velocity AND veracity. He may not have lasted very long, but the load he lost would make a stallion jealous! I mean, like "Holy fuck, boy! Are you SURE you only fathered THREE kids?" With loads like that, I'm surprised the women weren't lined up outside his door, BEGGING for stud service!!!" Of course, then again, I never knew Frank to be interested in that. He had always had an eye for other guys. Aside from forcing my head down and fucking my face, damn near drowning in his cum load, my Father-in-law was actually a considerate man when getting his cock sucked: he always made sure he was not hurting me when he was keeping me attached to his groin. He pulled me up into his arms very quickly and had me share his load with him, and French-kissing me to the max. I felt cared about and even loved, even in the afterglow of giving the man what he later would tell me was one of his best experiences of getting head. I already knew I was falling for the guy, but this afternoon's activities showed me Big Frank was the one for me. We both knew it, but didn't say anything to anyone else, as we didn't want the moment to end, and didn't want to spoil the moment with cat-calls from the others: We were both in love, however, we were still a few weeks away from admitting it to anyone, even each other. The magic was there, and the fucking I would give Frank later would become legendary enough for a thousand fantasies for he and I, both, however, that is another story for another day. All the men gathered now, waiting for me to play a little mouth music on their favorite pipe. I had my work cut out for me, yeah, yet I WAS as happy as a pig in slop. I took them all; stomach, face, chest, belly, or covering my own junk. I loved every minute of it, as they got sucked, or jerked off on me. My brother Mark and Uncle Mike left their world-famous HUGE loads on my face, which I quickly picked up and licked off my hands, and used their cum to have another earth-shattering cum of my own. Frank's Dad came to me afterward and whispered in my ear, "I always knew you were a born cocksucker like me, Mike. Your Uncle Mike taught you well." "Well, yeah, and after having drank down Dad's and Mark's loads for years now, I've learned how absolutely MUCH I like it. Yet, sucking off Uncle Mike is a treat in itself, the icing on the cake. No a whole cake, all by himself!" "I know. Same here, Mike. Been sucking cock since I can remember. Taught `em all how to suck, fuck, and the rest. Welcome to the family, boy. Too bad my granddaughter doesn't want to stay married, Mike. I'd bet you and she could pop out a few more before she dries up. Just as well, as we have 3 new recruits to break in, in about 10 to 12 years, 7 if you count Mark's boys. How are they doing with it??" "They're already learning, Big Papa. We don't touch `em until they're at least 12 or 13 and shooting their spunk, but we all always encourage them to play with each other, and jack off together, too. Mark occasionally walks in on them blowing each other's loads, jacking off together, on purpose, so we know who's ready for the family circle-jerk. Mark Junior matured pretty fast, and was already blowing loads like the rest of the Frazier men, and learned from Mark Senior how to give his brothers head. No reason for them to deny their sexual curiosity, huh??" "You got it!" "We'll have a nude pool party sometime this summer, so they aren't afraid, or sensitive about being nude around grown men. That's next for Mark's boys, and my eldest. My youngest ones are a little young yet to know what all this means, but I still want to immerse them in the world of men. Bring `em all out to the pool and just sit around talking about being fine with being men, and boys, and being proud to have penises. Gotta get `em used to being around nude men, first, so they don't freak out at the size-difference thing between boys and men. I want all my boys to be ok with being boys, and knowing they - too - will one day grow up and have the adult-sized cocks like us, including our big, heavy, low-hangers, and all this wonderful body and pubic hair. I want them all to have fun with their boy parts and other boys, too, if they are open to that. Mark Junior already has a jerk bud." Frank's Dad kissed me then. "You're DEFINITELY one of us, Mike! I could just kiss you, again!!!" "Well, then, why don't you?" "Better yet, why don't I just suck your cock, boy?" "Be my guest, man! Go for it, Big Papa!!!" The old man set about showing me where his family's knowledge of the male anatomy came from. He sucked my cock like he was born doing it. As a matter of fact, he was. And, so was I!!! "You want my baby-makers, Big Papa?" He managed to mumble out a discernable "Fuck yeah!!!" around my ample cock as I face-fucked him for dear life. I held him down then and force-fed the man my baby-makers, although "force-feeding" Big Papa a cum load seems a bit over-stated, as he loves his cum as much as his sons and my family does. The old man sucked down my man-cream as fast and as furiously as I could spew it out, and didn't miss a drop. When he said he was a born cocksucker, from way back, he meant every word, and it showed in his countenance, when he came up again. The smile on his face from the load he was fed let me know his respect for another man's manhood, and the other man's life-giving load of semen, pushing against the back of his brain, letting him know he shared something wonderfully intimate with another man that wasn't as much about sex as it was giving him a part of me I wanted to share with him. It cannot be replaced, nor can a substitute be found. It was uniquely male, and we both knew it, and loved it all the more. Truly, it exuded manhood, at its finest, and we both glowed in the magic moments afterward. It was – for us – what we loved, and cherished. Epilogue: The Saturday afternoon Thompson and Frazier families' men's get-togethers continue to this day. Frank Senior is long-gone now. My brother-in-law Big Daddy Frank is nearing seventy-five himself, and mine and my brothers' boys are all grown up and having boys of their own. The tradition continues, though with me, Mark, Dad, and Big Daddy Frank, who is still tea-bagging me all the time cause he can't keep his hands off my big nuts. The boys, that is mine and Mark's boys still marvel at their Dads' and Grand-dad's abilities to blow out a few loads a day, and they are keeping the tradition alive, themselves. Their boys, too, are learning the joys of being young men, and finding the joy with their own joy-sticks. Frank has been my domestic partner, for many years, now. He can still pull four and sometimes even more loads each day out of these huge, heavy balls of mine, most days. I sometimes get Big Daddy Frank to give me a few loads from his, too, but his favorite activity is still having me sit on his chest, with these big ol' heavy, low-hangers of mine hanging over his mouth and letting him take whatever he can in his mouth at one time. Sometimes still, even after all these years, he somehow manages to get both of them in his mouth at the same time, and literally drives me up the wall with his technique. Often, he'll blow his load then, without even touching himself. And, the orgasms I have when he does that still amazes me, cause at my age, I can still produce cum like a thirty-something. He's still the only one who can get me all boned up, though, before I even pull in the driveway at home at night, knowing that mouth wants these two big orbs of mine, even still badly enough to the point of crying real tears, when he finally does manage to get them in his mouth, most times. Honestly, I cry right along with him at those times, knowing he wants me to the extent he does, and drive me up the wall with his loving, respectful, even joyful attention. There's hardly a night that goes by when Frank doesn't have at least one of my nuts – or my thick cock - in his mouth when he falls asleep, a true pacifier for the big guy, if there ever was one! That's not the only thing he does that sends into an uproar, yet as I mentioned earlier, I'll share that another time. For now, knowing my man still wants me as badly now as he did Day 1, and still has that same effect on me, is a testament to love, and a love that just hasn't even BEGUN showing signs of growing dim.