Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2020 16:11:59 -0500 From: makinbaconnaked Subject: BIRD AND DOG 4 Reach out with your comment, suggestions, dirty stories and fantasies. Love hearing from you guys! Please take time to support Nifty for maintaining this great site we all love! http://donate.nifty.org/ BIRD and DOG 4 by makinbaconnaked It's been almost two months since I'd seen Bird. I mean, I don't typically see him that often but I needed the time after that night that ended in the toilet stalls. But... here I am sitting shotgun in Bert's truck again . Last time I was here I got a proper suck job, but this time he's driving, windows cracked, heading up the highway. I looked over at Bert. He had on sunglasses, the wind tossed his copper mop, one furry forearm ending in a fist at the top of the wheel. Bird and Dog, back in the saddle. Part of a small caravan on our way camping... I had a lot to talk about and so was relieved to see him. The main thing was Austin (my 15 yo stepson). I think... I may have crossed the line with him last week and been inappropriate. Hmmmmm. I needed help. And I know... it's crazy to call Bert for help. Last time I called him for `help' I wound up in Sodom and fucking Gommorah! Hell, we're going on this camping trip as a result of that night in the toilet stalls!! (I gotta catch him up on that too.) Still somehow Bert is the only person I could even THINK to talk to about what's been going on lately. Where do I begin?! - I'll start where Bird left me - on my knees in a pool of his piss, the liquid soaking up into the fabric of my pants. I tried to wait long enough for the coast to clear, but when I opened my stall door I saw my peeping neighbor at the sink, splashing water on his face. Shoot. I wanted to hurry past him but he caught my reflection in the mirror... "Goodenough?!" Shit. It was Sam Doherty. I've known him since we were on rival wrestling teams but now he's the athletic director at the boys' high school, and the head coach of the wrestling team. The kids call him `Coach D'. "Did you see that?" He knows I did. "Young married guy destroyed by a gigantic nigger dick, pissed in like a sidewalk gutter and then... he got a demon fisted out of him!" He howled with laughter. "I'm embarrassed for that dude, really - heading home to his wife with a hollowed out horse pussy. I wanna find him and put him over my knee. Beat his ass for being such a dirty slut. Put him on the straight and narrow." `His name is Crowbar ya fuckin' hick' I thought. Sam is a nutty bible thumping, holy rolling, towering hulk of a man. His locker room pep talks sound more like sermons. He's a deacon at the local mega church and a disciplinarian as a coach who still believes in corporal punishment. My son Adam came home from wrestling camp with a bruised butt from a rough paddling by Coach D. I was so angry I stormed into his office to let him have it. He gave me a stern look and said if I didn't calm down he'd' have to take me over his knee right then and there and then he laughed at me. I turned red as I looked around at the paddles hanging on his office wall. I was red in the face now with fresh embarrassment for Bert. The right amount of small talk would have been absolutely none, but, instead I asked, "How are your boys?" His wife insisted on naming all their kids after the Old Testament. Their sons Leviticus and Deuteronomy were the same ages as Adam and Austin. "Levi and Deuter? They're good. How are yours?" "Adam and Austin - they're good." I lied. There was a pause and I don't know why I felt the need to fill the space but offered up, "Adam and Levi are thinking of getting a place together." "Humph." His face fell and he furrowed his brow. "I thought Leviticus was joining the army, not moving downtown. I'll have to talk to that boy." Shoot. I hope I didn't throw a wrench in the whole thing. Adam needs to get back to his life. Not be pent up at home and on top of Austin. I walked up to the sink and started washing my hands while I looked at him in the mirror. "There's still time." I started. "I tell the boys `consider this the lost year' No pressure to make major decisions or push too hard. It's a good time to look around and discover what's local." "Discover what's local" Sam repeated softly. His expression changed and he looked me in the eye in the mirror. "Yeah I guess you're right. Summer's off to a good start... I've seen a lot of your boy Austin lately." "Yeah?" Yeah?! "Yeah. Supposedly they're in a band. Austin, Deuter and this other kid. They're in the basement making a racket all night long. Haha." "Ryan." I said. Making a racket all night long?! What? "That's right, Ryan!... You know the boys want me to take them camping. I have a spot reserved for the last week of summer." "Oh yeah?" I'm not sending Austin off with some toilet stall peeper that gets off on paddling teenage boys. "Is your wife going?" There needs to be a proper chaperone. He got a mischievous look in his eye at the question. "No. She. Is. Not." He winked. " Why... you wanna COME with?" He's got the wrong idea of me, seeing me in this park bathroom. "Oh I don't know... I've only been camping with Bert. He has all the equipment... That's who I'm here with now... He's in the car waiting..." I was stammering. "Bird! Invite him too! I haven't seen him in ages." Apparently not, otherwise he'd have recognized him as the `hollowed out horse pussy'. I bolted out the bathroom and jumped in my car. On my way out I saw a utility truck parked just before the gazebo circular drive. Mikey Boots (who had filled Bert with piss earlier) was waist deep in a manhole while his partner fed him cable and aimed a huge light. I got home horned up beyond belief, climbed into bed with Beth and shook her, "Honey... I need it" "Need what?" She said. I didn't have time to explain. I dove under the covers to eat her out. She was trying to fight me off but I wasn't taking no for an answer. I was sick of waiting for her to be in the mood. I wedged my head between her thighs and grabbed both her wrists. I was going to put her in the mood. Her pussy was my captive and I tortured her until she was purring and shaking, saying, "Babe, oh my gawt! What are you doing to me?!!" She came in my mouth then passed out and immediately started snoring. Fuck. We laughed about it in the morning but I told her I would be taking her anytime I needed her. "What's gotten in you?" She wondered through her smile. I thought about Crowbar plowing into Bert. "Um... I've been working out" That morning I went to deliver a message from Beth to Austin but instead I caught the boys in bed together! Austin was hiding under the covers and Adam was bullshitting me!! It was one thing for them to be fucking but another to be sleeping in the same bed! Come on fellas. I sat Adam down to have a talk. I wanted to ask him how long he planned on staying at home. He always had talked about getting an apartment in town with Levi. I wanted to know how long this had been going on with him and Austin. I wanted to tell him to be more discreet, to consider how Beth might react if she found out. I meant to offer some level of support. But it came out all wrong and the main thing that got conveyed was that the house was too small since we've all been sheltered in place and that he needed to move. And the mention of Beth made it seem like it was her idea. Adam was pissed but the talk cooled him off and I was glad. You have to understand... that night, I saw Bert get absolutely used. I was horny and blue balled. I never even thought of the possibilities of everything I saw. Watching him getting pissed in and then fisted. The images were popping up in my brain over and over again. Watching two teenage boys fuck right under my nose was too much! Thankfully Adam's girlfriend came back to town a few days after our talk and he moved on from Austin. Beth's back to the office so for the last month and a bit it's just been me and Austin bumping around the house together. - When I pulled up to Bert's, the garage door was open and he was laying out the camping gear on the cement floor. A takibi fire and grill set with a cast iron skillet set, rolled up tents and sleeping bags, two coolers, lanterns, flashlights, fishing poles, bundles of rope and three Trader Joe's bags with food and supplies. Bird loves to camp every chance he gets and always tries to rope me into joining. So he was super stoked when I invited him with Sam and the boys. Little did he know. But there he was, Bert Goodenough - in a ball cap, his typical cargo shorts, t shirt and hiking sandals. I got out the car. "Bird!" "Hey Dog" We did a bro hug (I guess we are actual brothers) "Wow. You've been working out" Bert. I had. "I got a trainer." I looked around. "Looks like you're back in business." Besides the camping gear, the garage was filled with wood stacked up. Bert had a new business partner that was a landscaper and they were constructing and planting all the outdoor dining patios in town. "Yes sir! I hope you'll get to meet Duke soon. Such a solid guy and he said he might join us for a few days at the campsite." Bert said. As we're loading the gear into the truck bed what do I pick up but dad's old one man tent. Its 80s kelly green that hasn't faded over the decades. "What the hell are you bringing this thing for?" "Dog. Show some respect, please. That's where I lost my virginity... to dad..." he looked solem and reverential, "I take it camping with me every time, even if I don't set it up." Mmmm hmmm. We loaded up the rest and got on the road in short order. - So yeah I train with Crowbar now. Honestly? I'm fascinated by his penis. Is it possible to be gay just for BBC? I think I might be. We started training in the park but after a week the gyms opened back up. So now I train twice a week at Blacktop Fitness. It's just a little storefront in a strip mall he shares with three other trainers. Everyone's glad to get back to the gym! Seeing him always reminded me of watching his massive rod slamming into Bert. When we worked out, my eyes were on his bulge like a cat chasing a laser pointer. I couldn't help it. Crow works me hard too. When I power up from my squats he punches the top of my butt and says `drop that ass back down." He also spots me during deadlifts which at first I thought was weird. He stands right behind with his hands on my hips. When I bend over and look in the mirror it looks like he's mounting me! I can feel his meaty mass just between my buns. So fucking awkward! The most dick/butt contact happens on leg day that's for sure, but every session ends the same, with him stretching me on the table. He lays his weight on top of me and extends my leg back over my body while the whole wide wedge of his cock presses against the crease where my butt and thigh meet. It's hefty and I can feel the power in it just laying there soft. He adds more and more of his body weight and just casually chats with me. His musk settles over me, dark and sweet. I'd reach over my chest and start scratching at my nipple casually like it was nothing. My butthole would squeeze down on itself like a natural reaction to having black cock so close. I leave the gym soaked in sweat and with a numb horny ache that I'm not sure how to satisfy. It was after one of these workouts last week. I came home and it was just me and Austin. It started so innocent (I thought). When I came home from the gym, sweaty and worn out, Austin offered me a foot massage. I didn't think anything of it. For Father's Day he gave me a handwritten coupon for a foot massage. He left it in an envelope that said `Dad/Doug'. It wasn't strange cause he gave his mom a foot massage for Mother's Day. I was on the living room sofa chatting with his mother who was in the dining room while Austin was down in front of me working on my feet. He worked my dogs for 40 mins and when he finished I walked away on clouds. This started out the same. I sat on the living room sofa and Austin got down and took off my gym shoes and sweaty socks. While he's putting pressure on the sole of my foot, I relaxed, closed my eyes and gave a long low groan. "Austin, your hands feel amazing." It stayed wholesome for exactly five minutes. "Ugh, Your feet are so sweaty. Haha" He put his nose in the space between my foot and my toes and took a whiff. And then Austin took two toes on my right foot into his mouth. I was shocked - but it felt fucking fantastic and so I said, "Oh God. That feels fantastic." It was like a blow job but a toe job. I flexed my foot in his soft velvet mouth. He responded by going to town. He licked them everywhere and chomped on the meaty part of my soles and heels. I should have stopped this but no one had ever done that to me. I crossed my arms over my chest so I could scrape my nipples back and forth with my thumbs. I couldn't believe the sight - Austin bent down in front of me, barefoot, shirtless, in silky gym shorts, worshipping the lowest part of me, devouring his step dad's big feet. My cock started lifting up like there was someone cranking up a fucking draw bridge. No no no no no no no. Not Austin. When Adam was growing up I thought back to my dad and Bert. I promised myself I would never touch my son. Adam looked so much like Bert as a kid that it made what my father did even more unthinkable. I was so concentrated on not repeating my father's mistakes with Adam, it never occurred to me that I needed to take the same care with Austin. He looked up at me with my whole left foot in his mouth. And then I just couldn't control it - my dick jumped. When Austin saw that he reached for the sides of my shorts and yanked on them. Did I lift my butt up to help him? I don't even know. It happened so fast but he managed to drag off my shorts and underwear in one quick motion. The smell of my balls wafted out like ground fog. My dick sprung up and slapped my belly with a thud. I needed to maintain some type of modesty so I quickly covered it up with the bottom of my t-shirt and then covered that with my hand. I was barefoot and bottomless. My dick was hidden but my balls were out in the open. They were super ripe from the gym but Austin didn't seem to mind. He nestled his face right under my nutsack and inhaled all that daddy funk. When he put his arms on my thighs and I was in awe by the contrast - his young smooth arms on my thick hairy thighs. They didn't stay there long though. He slipped his hands under my shirt and rubbed up my furry tummy and landed on my nips. Like I said before, my nipples came to life after I turned 40. Maybe they were always sensitive and I just never touched them. It's possible. But once I knew, I told Beth. She would lean in and give them a little lick and say `is that turning you on?' I wanted to say `suck on them the way I eat your pussy. Show some dedication woman!' So they were neglected unless I worked them myself when I stroked. But now - the attention Austin was paying to them was fucking magic. He was working them back and forth like he was adjusting the tuning and volume knobs on a car stereo at the same time. "Oh fuck that feels good" He upped the ante when he sucked both my nuts right into his mouth. I looked down at Austin who'd never taken his eyes off of me. I was caught in a pleasure trap and he knew it. I squeezed his head with my thighs while he squeezed my nips with his thumbs. My dick was bobbing under my t-shirt the whole time. He opened his mouth and my balls dropped out, one, then the other, heavy and wet. He only released my nuts in order to go after another target. He pushed his head down between my butt meat and his tongue found my pucker nugget. "Austin... Please... Noooauuuuugh" It was a `no' that turned into a moan. I hadn't showered that day in the morning or after the gym. I had done my morning business and wiped ok I guess but felt embarrassed that Austin might be digging around in dirty daddy booty. He didn't care and lapped at the most private part of me. It felt like I had a tiny little pussy right between my cheeks - I lifted one leg to give him better access. For the next 5 mins Austin just worshiped me, rolling his tongue in and around my butthole, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My butt and my nipples never got this sustained attention. The pleasure built up steadily with nowhere to go. Up and up and up and then - white fucking lightning! I swear to god I came in my mind through my nipples. I couldn't escape from my mindgasm. I needed to release. I grabbed my dick over top of my T-shirt and rubbed it back and forth over my stomach. I was using just friction, trying not to draw attention to the fact that I was jacking off right in front of Austin. My balls drew up so hard they almost disappeared under my t-shirt. My legs shook, my asshole spasmed while my cocked pulsed out a creamy load under my T-shirt. The only evidence was a big wet spot where it soaked into the fabric. When Austin surfaced from under my butt his face smelled like ass. He sat up and sucked the cum through my T-shirt and left an even bigger wet spot. "Can I have your underwear?" Austin. I looked over and saw my rank briefs sitting in my shorts with a light skidmark down the back of them. "Uh..." Before I could answer Austin grabbed them and disappeared upstairs to his room. Beth was pulling in the driveway and the best I could do was pull on my shorts and take off my shirt and wipe the cum off my belly. Without my underwear I felt like a dirty school girl that had her panties stolen. "Look at you honey." Beth said as she walked in. She leaned in and gave my nipple a lick. "Oh my goodness, you stink." - I had to tell Bird. Austin never saw my dick so I felt good about that. But somehow the whole thing felt dirtier than a simple blow job. It was all nipples and feet, balls and butthole with my shirtless teenage son who ended up stealing my dirty drawers. I was also dying to hear what it felt like to have Crowbar deep inside, AND I needed to give him the heads up on Sam Dover/Coach D. I pulled out and held up the dog toy that had escaped Bert's butt in the toilet stall. I was going to fess up to everything. But before I could say anything Bert looked over. "Oh my god, where'd you find that? That's Percy's favorite!" He grabbed it from my hand and tossed it in the back seat. The chestnut mutt that was all but sleeping perked up, happy to see his long lost toy. He dove for it and then tried to destroy it. "We need some tunes!" Bert steered with his knee while he adjusted the volume and tuning at the same time til he landed on a country station. `Like strawberry wine...' (radio) "17!" Bert belted out. "The hot July moon, saw everything. My first taste of love! Wooooah bittersweet... green on the vine..." He lifted his sunglasses and looked over at me crooning. "Like strawberry wine!" I looked around the cab of his truck. Flashlights on the dash, a coffee thermos in the middle section, a screwdriver by my feet - what HADN'T Bert stuck up his butt! Percy dropped his toy, leaned forward and started licking my ears. I leaned back. Oh god, what the hell is going to happen on this camping trip.