Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2020 16:03:13 -0400 From: john kwiatkowski Subject: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 9: Chris His Dad and Me This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or living persons is coincidental. Personal experiences, from images to events, memories and words, flavor my writing, and while elements of this story may be (and often are) based in fact. * Unprotected sex is depicted. In real life, be safe! Don't gamble. * If it is illegal for you to read this story because of your age, location or any other reason, don't read it. * This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use without permission is prohibited. Please do not republish any of this story without consent of the author. Please consider a contribution to Nifty to keep this forum healthy. Support it! Look for the `donate' button on the home page. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love feedback and reactions from readers; it's the main reason that I post on Nifty. I try to respond to all: sthelena1821@gmail.com *********************************************************************** Hello Nifty Readers: These are the continued "Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy", they span Johnny's adventures, 1st begun in the Gay/Incest Archives, through his teen years into adult hood. Enjoy! CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 9: Chris His Dad and Me. by John S-A Kwiatkowski ...Chris wrapped his legs over my shoulders, with his heels in the small of my back. His thighs were like a vise. His breathing became loud and ragged. The steel hard meat was pounding my face. "UUUUUUGH! UUUUUUGH! UUUUUUGH! DAMN! I'M CLOSE! SO CLOSE, OH YEAH LIKE THAT! RIGHT THERE! Chris howled. My friend's body went rigid as the climax shot through him. "EAT IT! SWALLOW MY JIZZ! I'M COMIN', DAMN I'M SHOOTING! He howled as spurt after spurt flooded passed my tonsils. All went quiet as I disengaged from the spent tool. My friend lay on the sofa, returning slowly to a normal breathing rate. I got off my knees and put my shirt back on before slipping on the shoes. I looked at my speechless friend. I laughed as I left by the back door. "Another job well done." ... October 1971... OHHHHH FUCK ME! RIDE MY ASS! I exclaimed. The head board of Chris's bed rattled as my friend gripped the posts. The two naked bodies moved in a rising tempo. My calves pressed against his shoulders while my fingers dug into his waist. I thrashed my head side to side- that when I saw the figure standing in the doorway. Chris saw the shock on my face,and shot his gaze to what sent a shiver through me. He had not heard or seen his Dad come in- but there he was- staring at the two naked boys locked together... Last weekend after the Movies... "You really like getting fucked?" was how Chris worded the question. "I love it! I've taken all sizes of cock." was my response as he and I walked through the Park. Usually some of our classmates would meet up at one of theaters downtown. There was always a horror or sc-fi double feature showing for the 75 cent matinee. There were quite a few of us that had a love for all things monster related. It was after 4:00 pm when we walked out of the crowded movie theater in the chill of early October air.Chris and I talked of many things, but eventually sex became the main topic. "Wow, I think of pussy all the time, but I don't know about fucking up the ass." remarked the 12 year old. Ever since I began sucking his cock last month my friend has brought the subject up often. I told him how my brother Steven was the first, followed by 2 of his friends, all three Pennell brothers, and my Uncle. "That's fucked up man! I tried a finger just to see how it feels- and that hurt like hell" said Chris. "Hey, I screamed like a bitch when Steven shoved 7 Inches into me, but the worst was Dwight Pennell- damn he was rough!" I said as we neared Chris's house. My asshole twitched as I thought of a hard cock up my ass. "Just remember, a hole is a hole when your horny." I said with a chuckle as I left him at his front door. I turned the corner to head home,when I saw Chris's Dad pulling up to the stop sign. "Hey Johnny, your not staying?" he called out. "Can't Mr. Lusignan- Mom was expecting me an hour ago." I answered as I crossed the street. A little twitch went through my cock when I saw Mr. Lusignan. He was a single father now, having lost Chris's mother to cancer about seven years ago. Chris was the product of a little fun after the Senior Prom in 1960. Mr. Lusignan's brother looked after Chris when his father was drafted to Vietnam. Uncle Bill still came over to cook and clean while Mr. Lusignan worked at his Auto Repair shop. It was hard to look on Mr. Lusignan as a 30 year old father. He kept the military haircut even after he returned- which is a shame because he had the same wavy hair as his son. Chris shared pictures of his Dad when he was younger. Chris inherited the hair, turned up nose and dimples. Mr. Lusignan was just shy of 6 feet with a trim body. I loved seeing him in his wife-beater t-shirt and shorts when he was washing his pride and joy 1959 Red Ford Falcon. His bare arms and legs gave an estimation of the rest of his body. Lean and brawny best described the toned extremeties. Even the cotton clad torso muscles undulated as he stretched over the hood of the soapy car hood. I could see that Chris had his Dad's genetics, as his body began to develop thanks to puberty. I noticed the modest crown of pubic curls at the base of his cock. After the third blow-job, Chris started stripping naked, which allowed me to appraise the body. My friend had an amazing ass that rose high and curve in gracefully, with two dimples at the base of the small of his back. He was still making out with Linda, but always has a load or two of cum for me. Sometimes he couldn't wait to get home, so we would go down to the basement of the apartment block where my Grandparents lived. In the dark, dank coal room, I would get my face fucked in his wild frenzy to empty hiss balls. Mr. Lusignan drove on just as the street lights went on. Shit! Now I knew I was late. I broke into a sprint, hoping to get home with a minimal dose of my Mother's anger. She was always annoyed if I was late for supper. Then I heard the Church bells ringing the 6th hour, now I knew my ass was grass! I bolted up the apartment stairs, huffing and puffing from my run. The greeting I received when I burst into the kitchen was expected. "Well it's about time young man!" my Mother exclaimed, trying her best to sound angry. She was busy at the stove, filling the dinner plates, Dad and Steven were already seated at the kitchen table. Dad gave me a stern look, while Steven just grinned. I threw my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek-that melted her annoyance. The next day was Sunday, which meant Mass at 8:15 am followed by an early lunch. The rest of the day was open to our own plans. I was on the living room floor reading the paper when the phone rang. I sprang up to answer as it seemed everyone was occupied. "H-H- Hello?" I said as my voice experienced one of those annoying cracks. "Hey man! Just the guy I wanted. Get over here and check out what I found in my Dad's closet. It'll blow your mind! The door is open, so just come on in" Chris said this with an excitement that I couldn't resist. A quick explanation to my parents that was tinged with my excitement. I threw on my jacket before leaving by the back door where my bike was parked. It seemed the fastest way to get to Chris's house and see what treasure he had found. My legs pumped the pedals as hard as I could- but I was a little puzzled. Chris never just let someone in: every time I came over, the rule was to knock and wait. What could he have found? The bike was parked in the empty garage, leaving room from Mr. Lusignan's car. The vehicle's absence was not unusual on a Sunday. Chris was alone, on his own, most of the time. But Mr. Lusignan was a good Dad- he always came to his son's baseball games and every school function. Just as Chris told me- the door was open- but I didn't see my friend in the kitchen or living room. I hung my jacket in the hall before calling out. "Hi Chris! Where are you." "Hey Johnny! I'm in my bedroom." Chris called out. I followed the voice to the bedroom down the hall and to my right. The door was half open to a room with decorated with racing car posters and shelves of movie monster models. But today, something else caught my attention- spread on the bed was a variety of XXX magazines displaying women freshly fucked cunts along side massive cocks in various stages of erection. No doubt this was the find that prompted Chris to call me. I only took a few steps into the room before an arm locked around my neck. Chris came from behind the door, grabbing me in a choke-hold. "About time, Pussy Boy!" he rasped in my ear- his breath raising the hairs on my neck. One forceful push and I landed, face down on the bed. My brain whirled as I tried to make sense of my friend's actions. The magazines were all around me where I was held down by the surprisingly strong 12 year old. A knee pressed into the small of my back while a hand tugged at the zipper of my Levis. The other hand of my aggressor held me in place by the scruff of my neck. "What the hell Chris! let me up you asshole!" I yelled. "Yeah, your going to be my asshole! Bitch!" he growled back. I twisted and struggled against being restrained, but that only made it easier to yank my jeans down passed my knees. Glossy pictures cunts, cocks and asses lay in my eye sight as I was pressed half naked on the bed. A little more effort and my jeans and sneakers were soon pulled away. With them gone,Chris shifted his weight off me, letting me free at last. I sprung up into a sitting position, embarrassed by the boner that bobbed from my groin. But I wasn't the only one- Chris stood, completely nude and rock hard, with a mischievous grin framed by two dimples beaming from his face. "You think you can take this cock, Pussy Boy?" He said as his 5-inch prick stood proud. "Only if you have the balls to do it!" I spat back as I pulled of my shirt. Now there were two naked horny boys in the room. My friend's sex drive was on overload today, having found his Dad's stash of fuck magazines. His brain was filled with the thought of a wet pussy being penetrated by his rod- balls deep. Damn! he needed to get layed and fast! That's when he heard his friends voice in his head saying "Just remember, a hole is a hole when your horny." Today was the day he planned to find out. Chris picked up a tube of hand cream from the bureau along with a bottle of Coke that had one swig left. "Oh yeah, I have the balls- and they're full of cum." he said with his sly smile. He gulped the soda down, but looked at the bottle, then me. "You like to brag how much cock you can fit in that boy pussy, don't ya!" Chris said, "Well, maybe we test that out before I ride ass. Yeah, I want that butt-hole nice and primed." As he spoke, he squeeze the lotion all over the neck of the bottle. "Get on your knees Pussy Boy! Get that ass in the air!" commanded Chris. I obeyed and twisted into position- on elbows and knees. arching my back to get myself ready. I pushed my head into a pillow facing the wall. Just to show what a boy whore I was, my ass muscles contracted the ring- opening and closing, in an inviting wink. Chris gave my ass cheeks a several hard wacks with his hand. The hand stayed at my butt crevice on the last strike. His oiled thumb pressed into the rectal opening- then roughly pushing in and out. "MMMMMMMMMMMM Nice and tight. Well, we'll need to get you loosened up a bit." he said as the digit spread the ass lips. A shiver shook up my spine when I suddenly felt the rim of a glass bottle teasing the butt hole. I suddenly realized what kinky idea had sprouted in my friend's horny mind. "Chris! NO! Please don't!" I yelled, But he got on the bed and pushed my face into the pillow. I felt his cock poke my shoulder as he brought a knee to the back of my neck. He leaned over my back and let one hand spread my ass cheeks, while other held the Coke bottle in position. "Ready or not, here it comes you little bitch." he chuckled as the entry of the makeshift dildo began. The cold hard glass rim entered me- giving me a feeling of fear and pleasure all at once. Okay, the first inch or so really felt weird- but Chris manipulated the soda bottle- in and out and side to side. "Damn! you like that Pussy Boy!" Chris exclaimed. I only groaned a long drawn out "FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME." Oh and he did! Without any mercy, my friend thrust the bottle up my rectum. The tapered neck widened and with it my pain increased. I chewed the pillow as each thrust of the foreign object traveled deeper- stretching my hole. Chris laughed as I whimpered like a submissive puppy. "Pleaaaaaassssseeeeeeeeee Chris uuuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!!!" I cried. "You ready for the real thing. Pussy Boy? You want to be my Bitch?" He taunted. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! PPPLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEASE Chris!" I exclaimed through clenched teeth. Finally he showed me mercy, but as the bottle left me I felt empty and wanting. It dropped to floor with a clatter having served it's purpose. He shifted off of me and took up a position behind me. Crouching over my ass, he lined up the head of his dripping dick with the abused whole. "That's it, take my boy cunt, you asshole! What, lost your nerve! Maybe that's why Linda keeps her knees locked!" I baited cruelly. My mocking tone had the desired effect as Chris punched the whole shaft into my ass, his pubic hair brushing up to my butt cheeks. Squatting over me, he pulled out and pushed in. I whined, moaned and groaned in time to the thrusts of his hips. I pushed back against him. "Holy Fuck!!! SOOOOO TIGHT ! UUUUUGHHH, DAMN," Chris cried out. "I should have fucked your ass days ago. "Fuck me harder, dickhead" I spat out. He fucked me like a dog in heat. Panting, as he felt my ass muscle grip the length of his dick. "Oh God! Where did learn that!" he cried out. "Ughh,Ughh,Ughh I told you,Ughh,Ughh I've had practice." Chris leaned over my back, wrapping his arms around my torso. I was hugged tight as he pummeled my ass. I had to push him a little more. "Fuck Chris, is that the best you can do?" Even though my friend was giving me an amazing ride on his cock. "I'll show what a hard fucking is-Pussy Boy!" he barked. In a graceful and swift move, Chris dismounted from my ass. He firmly gripped my ankles and flipped me on my back. I stared at the ceiling for a moment before I was re-positioned on the mattress with my head near the head board. He shoved my legs back to my chest with my knees at my shoulders. In no time, he was getting to resume the ass battering with a sense of urgency. Extending his arms an either side of me, he pushed forward with my ankles by his ears. I looked into the eyes of the guy who has been my friend since kindergarten-but it wasn't him. Sexual frenzy burned in him. Lust glazed his hazel eyes as he bit his lip in determination, Each thrust was forceful jab of his cock into my hungry sphincter. He grabbed the headboard to brace himself for the final lap. All through this the sound of flesh slapping in rhythm mixed with my moans and cries. OHHHHH FUCK ME! RIDE MY ASS! I exclaimed. The head board of Chris's bed rattled as my friend gripped the posts. The two naked bodies moved in a rising tempo. My calves pressed against his shoulders while my fingers dug into his waist. I thrashed my head side to side- that's when I saw the figure standing in the doorway. Chris saw the shock on my face, and shot his gaze to what sent a shiver through me. He had not heard or seen his Dad come in- but there he was- staring at the two naked boys locked together- cock in ass. "Shit, so this is what you two little Fags do when I'm busting my ass." said Mr. Lusignan in a voice that oddly was not anger or disgust. He walked in very casually, looking at the magazines. "Well I hope you didn't get the pages sticky." he chuckled as he pulled the work shirt out of his Levis. Chris suddenly loosing his brutish bravado, pulled out of me like a cork out of a bottle. He fell back on his bare ass with a look of fear. Tears welled up in his eyes as his father stood quietly. My friend began to spout a jumble of apologies, explanation and begging for mercy. "Dad! I'm sorry- we were just fooling around...this was just once...don't be sore...please...I'm not a Fag...I just got super horny when I saw the magazines..." he stammered in hopes of not getting skinned alive. "Relax son- it's gonna be okay." Mr. Lusignan said in a calm voice, I swear I saw the hint of a smile. I too was frightened covering my privates, hoping that the fallout would not be beyond human understanding. Yes, I was scared being found naked and experiencing one hot fuck. That is I was worried, until I saw the bulge expanding in his jeans. With that cue, I switched tracks and began playing with my cock- fingering my bruised sphincter- keeping eye contact with Mr. Lusignan, Chris had lost his erection sometime during his pleas of mercy. A quiet fell on the room that seemed to be unending. "Well, we all have needs, son. That's why I keep a stack of jack-off magazines. It's all part of becoming a man." he said as he unbuttoned the flannel shirt and dropped it to the floor. "Damn Chris, you are growing up so fast." he said as he slipped the back of his hand across his son's body, from collar bone, to the 5-inch dick. We both understood that we were on the edge of an unexpected turn of events. Mr. Lusignan stroked his son's penis in a nice slow pace. Chris's initial gasp was one of shock and then excitement. His Dad's free hand unbuckled his own belt and popped the snaps of the jeans. Chris was soon back to maximum erection, with a thick drool of pre-cum. "Nice to have a sweet piece of ass around son. You shouldn't waste the chance to fuck it. What did you call him? Oh yeah, Pussy Boy." Mr. Lusignan coaxed. With those words of wisdom, Chris crawl back towards me with a revived boner. I was raring to go and to show it I started the baiting taunts. "Come on stud, show Dad how hard you can pound my boy pussy." Like the flipping of a switch, my friend's previous carnal fury returned. "Shut the fuck up! Get those legs up!" He barked as his Dad looked over with an approving smile. Chris pressed against my legs, folding me in half. One smooth swing of his hips and my friend punched passed my ass ring. I let out a a loud yell in response to the pain. "Take it bitch, open that ass up" came the command in a deeper voice. Yes, this order was from Chris's Dad. The adult stood near the bed admiring his son's sexual prowess. As he looked on, the man kicked off his boots- then worked free of his pants and boxers. The lean body was a beautiful work of flesh, muscle and sinew. A matting of dark hair stretched over the pectorals, gathering into one tangled band dividing the abdomen before thinning out. The bed banged and creaked as Chris plowed me raw. "UUUUGH YEAH, THAT'S IT, YEAH UUUUGH,UUUUGH, FUCK I LOVE THIS TIGHT ASS!" Chris called out. "Don't wear him out too much, I want a piece of that too" his Dad cautioned. At that moment my attention was captured by 30 year old man who stood naked and aroused as he watched his son fuck the living shit out of his classmate. His body was sleek and sculpted by years of manual labor. Mr. Lusignan sported a cock that would make anyone envious. It was a hard shaft of the three columns of tissue wrapped in veins and soft skin. It appeared that Chris would be looking forward to a few more inches on his before he passed through puberty. His Dad's penis, like his, was circumcised, leaving a scar with the skin slightly darker than the remainder leading to a large crimson head, glistening with man juice. Below swung two walnut-sized balls en-robed in hairless flesh. They swayed low under the hard cock heavy with several days worth of cum. Chris was oblivious that his naked father was only a foot away from where he was butt-fucking me. He had already worked up a sweat using his full strength to pound my ass. That was obvious from the noise- his pleasure and my exquisite pain. But as rough of a fuck this was, it was something that I did not want to end. My friend's eyes were closed and his mouth open. The wavy hair bobbed with the forceful motion of his body. Even his Dad had to admire the well-formed butt cheeks that flexed with the delivery of each jab. We both lurched as the mattress shifted when additional weight pressed into it. His son was lost in his desires to notice, at first. Mr. Lusignan's body hovered over my head as he disengaged Chris's grip on the wood slats of the head board. "Let me see how his lips feel on my cock, son," were the first words spoken by Mr. Lusignan since we returned to fucking. Chris just gave a nod to acknowledge the presence of his father as well his intentions. Father and son shifted around to a new position. Along the way, I was dragged up like a rag doll. Chris flipped me over before he gripped me by hips- one swift tug and I was on elbows and knees in the center of the bed. Mr. Lusignan took up a spot in front of me with his back against the head board. He scooted his ass forward and leaned back, bracing his arms on the top molding of the headboard. I moved my arms so that they were around his hips. His cock was rock hard and desperately in need of a warm mouth. It bobbed in anticipation of the first blow job Mr. Lusignan would experience in a while- and from a grade schooler to boot. Greedily, I began my cock worship even before the command could be given. I started with the heavy nut-sack laying on the bed spread, taking one testicle at a time. First, my tongue traced the edge of the flesh pouch- then guiding it into my mouth, then up the soft folds of the skin to the base of his cock. The 8 inch shaft was easily over 6 inches in circumference. The tip of my tongue danced along the veined pillar of manhood. Half way up I started to taste the pre-cum juices that had dribbled down. I looked up into the fixed gaze of Chris's Dad as the cock-head slapped my tongue. The thrusts of his son's body pushed me deeper into Mr. Lusignan's groin. With the next lunge, the cock slid up the tongue. It was a little too much at once, as I sputtered and gagged. My body rocked back and forth between the two cocks- father and son- each indulging in what pleasure my body had to offer. Mr. Lusignan felt my lips slip down the shaft while my tongue massaged the throbbing underside of thick penis. I was almost to the point of pushing my nose into his pubic bush. His breathing was heavier now, with a gasp or moan escaping in response to the tongue bath his thick tool was receiving. "Shit son! This boy knows how to suck a cock!" exclaimed Mr. Lusignan. "Damn right Dad! Ugh. Ugh, Ugh, But, fuck. Ugh, his ass is better!" Chris gasped out. Two hands grasped my head, letting the cock escape my throat. Spit dribbled down my chin as Chris's father brought my face to meet his. As hard as he was, his lips were soft and tender. He captures my tongue as I gasped. The two mouths pressed together- man to boy. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK, AAAAAAHHHHH, SO CLOSE!" his son bellowed. The climax had been restrained for a while, but having his naked Dad sharing this Pussy Boy had a unexpected effect on Chris- even more than the Fuck Magazines! The building orgasm was imminent. "Are you, uhhhh, uhhhhh , going to fuck me too Mr. Lusignan?" I huffed. He held my face- looking into my teary eyes, "You want this Daddy cock, Johnny?" he asked. "OOOOOOHHHHHH, Please fuck my ass Mr. Lusignan!" was all I could say. My hand clenched my hard dick, driving it up and down in my fist like a piston. I gulped for air as Chris's hand latched onto my throat from behind. My friend pulled me away from his dad as each thrust of his pelvis brought him within minutes of emptying his balls. "You want my load Pussy Boy! Huh? You want it don't you" he said as he grit his teeth. I was shocked when my hand was pushed from my cock and replace by a warm tongue. Mr. Lusignan bent over to take over the servicing of my penis with his mouth. I don't know if this was his first, or had he fantasized about it, but it felt damn good- too good! My cum was on the move towards my piss slit. "I'M GONNA CUM! uhhhhhhhhhh, uuuuuuuuuhhhhh FUCK Mr. Lusignan, I'm gonna shoot!!!!" I cried. By whole body spasmed several times as the boy-semen spat out into the his mouth. Then the fingers tightened again as Chris went over the edge. OOOOOHHHHH GOOOOD! TAKE MY CUMMMM BITCH. TAKE IT!!!" he shouted as his body trembled in the strongest orgasm he had up to today. The warm load basted my rectum as the cock throbbed in my ass chute. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! His fingers released the hold he had on my throat. The 12 year old's body fell away as he sat back on his heels. His Dad lean over my back and grabbed Chris by the back of the neck. He pulled the boy's face in for a kiss- Chris didn't struggle, maybe he was stunned- but he took the open mouth kiss with all the passion he put into French kissing his girl. The tongues met as his father shared my cum with Chris. He tasted the sweet/salty deposit and was not disgusted. The tongue twisted against each other, cleaning off every remnant of the semen. Two exhausted boys collapsed against each other, taking in the awesome feeling that flowed through them. But. Mr. Lusignan was still sporting a cock hard as steel and dripping with pre-cum. It didn't take much effort to flip my limp body over on by back. My head lay between Chris's thighs. He adjusted his body, and before I knew it his balls were above my forehead. His attention was focused on his father as the man draped my legs on his shoulders. Mr. Lusignan pushed his hard-on down from the vertical position to one were the dickhead was aimed at my freshly fucked asshole still dripping with his son's semen body . My whole body went stiff as the 8-inches broached the tender ass lips. I gasped and tried to yell, but I was soon taken over by the amazing feeling of an adult cock traveling up my rectum, using his boys cum as lubricant. Smooth swings of his pelvis drove hime deeper. His pace picked up and he showed no mercy in pummeling my ass. Chris slid his balls over my face. His cock was back up and ready for action- but his starfish sphincter was what got my attention. I wrapped my arms around his haunches and pulled him down. I started licking and teasing his hole, giving him his first rimming. "HOLY SHIT! THAT FEELS AMAZING!" he hollered. His Dad watched my tongue flicking as he fucked me. His head drew closer to Chris's cock- so near the boy's bobbing prick. The deep hidden urges came forward and Mr. Lusigan opened his mouth as the young cock came closer. Chris was shocked-startled- but ultimately pleased to feel a tongue glide over his fuck stick. His Dad tasted my ass juices as the 5-inches pushed towards the back of throat. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Dad yeah that's it suck me. take my cock!" exclaimed Chris,shoving his pelvis forward- grinding his asshole against my searching tongue. Mr, Lusignan's body jerked and trembled. His cock-filled mouth could only get out a long muffled moan as his cum-gun fired rope after rope of man-cream deep in my slimed guts. I moaned as I tongue-fucked my buddy. Chris's finger's dug into his Dad's scalp as he felt the tremble. Without warning he unloaded his second batch of semen, this time into his own father's mouth. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH My God! OOOOOOHHHHHHH My God! OOOOOOHHHHHHH My God! I can't hold it! Dad! I gotta shoot! cried Chris. Just minutes after filling my rectum with his hot load, my friend was experiencing a second orgasm. With the last drips of sweet cum dripping from his lips. Mr. Lusignan raised his body from mine. Looking into his son's eyes he pulled the boy forward and sealed his mouth over the soft young lips. Chris tasted the tangy fluid as he and Dad shared the warm cum- his own cum. Inevitably all three bodies collapsed into a sweaty tangle of naked limbs. Not a word was spoken as we tried to recover from our sex fest. Each replaying the events that ended in a sweet explosion of pent-up desire. Mr. Lusignan was breathing deeply as sleep overtook him. Next to him lay his naked son, now fully sexually satisfied in every way. After a period of rest, I pulled free and crawled off the bed. My body was sore, my balls empty but ass filled. I picked out my clothes from the pile. Quietly I got dressed, hoping not to wake the dreaming father and son. I watchfully stepped over the fuck magazines strewn on the carpet heading towards the bedroom door. A creak and sigh behind me made me turn my head towards the bed. Chris lifted his head from the mattress, sweaty faced and eyes half open. "I'll see you tomorrow "Pussy Boy"- after school?" My friend said in a hushed voice- a sly smile on his face. "Yeah, okay asshole." I returned with an equally mischievous grin. After quietly closing the door, I retrieved my bike. My butt was sore as I pedaled home. In my mind came the idea that maybe my brother Steven would enjoy looking at Mr. Lusignan's fuck books? Others stories by John S-A Kwiatkowski: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 1: HOW IT ALL BEGAN....Lesson One (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 2:Getting My Cherry Popped... (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 3: The Pennell Brothers. 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