Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2018 20:03:16 +0200 From: JG Subject: Daddy Son Fuck Club #7 FSFC #7 WRITER's NOTES: This is seventh in the series. Absolutely nothing here is real or an endorsement of illegal activity. Please contribute to Nifty to keep it going! -- The room smelled like sweat, ass and cum. It was an intoxicating aroma, but Evan craved some fresh air. He noticed another boy about his age across the room, standing and watching one of the daddy-son couples fucking. Tall, thin, black and very handsome the boy smiled at him. They approached one another slowly and the boy nodded toward the door. They made their way to the porch of the club. "I'm Marcus," the boy said, giving Evan a little sideways hug. Just since he had first saw him, the boy's thin, black cock seemed to have grown two inches. Kevin smiled, reached for the cock and squeezed it a little. "I'm Evan," he said. Marcus's big, brown eyes were captivating. Evan eased toward him and the two kissed passionately. With sounds of hot fucking and sucking behind them, they made out on the front porch. Evan caressed Marcus's cock as they kissed, and Marcus massaged Kevin's tool, too. Within a few minutes they were both fully hard and wanting more. "Come on, I know a place where we should do this," Marcus said. Evan followed the handsome boy back behind the club. There was a small covered area and a porch swing. There, Evan got on his knees and Marcus used the swing to fuck his willing mouth. "You bottom?" Marcus said lustfully after several minutes of getting his long, hard cock sucked. "Fuck yeah," Evan said. He took his place in the swing, lying face down with his ass up and ready for his new lover. Marcus spit on his hand, applied some to Evan's already well-lubed hole more or less as a courtesy, then slobbered on his own dick and slowly eased it into his new fuck mate. The swing made it possible for the two to fuck effortlessly, and in a short time, Marcus was plowing Evan's little boy but, moving it in and out from base to tip. Evan groaned with pleasure. The boy's long, thin dick felt like heaven and was such a contrast to the thickness of his own Dad's tool or any of the other men of the club. It was like Marcus's cock was made just for his hole. Marcus was trying to holdoff, but he knew he was close to cumming. The rhythm of the swing and the cool air around his hot ass, it was the best fuck he had ever had. He looked down and watched his dick go in and out between Evan's sweet, white buns. He had fucked a few white boys before, but this hole was the best one so far, he thought. "I'm gonna cum inside you!" Marcus said. "Fuck yeah, breed me!" Evan shouted. Just then the young, black stud pumped hot goo into Evan's pink boy hole. It joined the cum that was already there, but the fresh load pushed Evan over the edge. He shuddered and coated the seat of the swing with his own blast of sweet cream. The two panted and moaned. They laid there motionless for a long time with Marcus's still hard cock buried in Evan's hole. Finally, he withdrew, pulled Evan to him and kissed him hard. It was more than a fuck, it was clear there was a connection between the two. "I loved that," Marcus said. "Me too," Evan said. "Your ass felt so good around my dick," Marcus said. "I felt like we were made for each other," Evan added. "Yeah." The two new lovers kissed and caressed. Marcus contemplated what to do next. He wanted more. But he decided to sit up next to Evan and swing with him as they talked and looked out into the woods. He went into the club and brought them out two of the spiked lemonades to sip on. As the alcohol limbered them up even more, they found themselves talking and laughing about everything. "I fucking love that I met you," Marcus said. "I am glad I met you, too" Evan added. The two talked about their father's joining the club and getting initiated. They both agreed the Daddy-Son Fuck Club was the best thing that had ever happened to them. "I want to know everything there is to know about this place," Marcus said. "That's why last time I went around here and found this swing. I was looking to make sure I knew what all was here." Marcus motioned behind him and Evan. Behind the swing, there was a door and a window leading to the basement of the concrete building. Evan had never been behind the club, much less in the old, creepy basement. Neither had Marcus. They both decided to go exploring. Naked, they crept up to the door, which appeared to be locked. Marcus pushed as hard as he could and found that the door knob was just rusty. Inside, it was dark but the pair found an old desk up against the wall. Evan tugged at the top right drawer and noticed something metal he could just barely make out in the dim light coming through the window. He reached in and pulled it out, a silver cup of some kind. More rummaging produced an old book, full of loose pieces of paper and covered with dust. They took the items upstairs, wanting to show them to Evan's Dad, Pete, but when they got there, he was enjoying a blowjob from one young boy and had another sitting on his face. Evan pointed out his old man to Marcus, who stood and watched as the daddy enjoyed the two young boys. Just then, Evan felt a hot hand on his ass. Marcus turned and saw his own dad standing there. "Hey Dad," he said. "This is Evan." "Oh I know you," the man said. "I'm Eddie. You can call me that when you aren't calling me daddy. You wanna suck this for me, boy?" Eddie shook his thick, uncut black cock at the boy. "I'd love to," he said, dropping to his knees. "Come on, son, let's double team your new boyfriend." Minutes later, Evan was slurping and sucking Eddie's cock to its fully erect state, about nine inches. Then he stopped to suck Marcus's again. When Marcus was erect, he offered his ass to him. Anything to get that perfect cock back inside him! Eddie was content with Evan's mouth and to watch proudly as his boy got some ass. "Fuck him good, son!" He said. He egged his son on until Marcus was able to shoot a second load up Evan's hole. "Fuck, now it's Daddy's turn," Eddie said, swinging Evan around. He slowly sank the first third of his massive tool into the boy. Evan groaned and panted, taking one of the biggest dicks he had ever had. Marcus bent over and kissed him on the lips. Eddie gently fucked the little boy's ass as he watched his son lovingly caress his face. He had never seen Marcus act like that with another boy. Somehow, it was stimulating. It pushed him over the edge and he pulled out and jacked his tool, blasting several shots of hot daddy cum on Evan's hole. The cum felt like molten lava been his cheeks. Evan was glad he had made both father and son cum. He felt Eddie's large hand around his cock. He stood up and Marcus dropped to his knees to suck him while Eddie played with his balls and ground his cock against his ass. Evan came seconds later. The two boys showed Eddie the old book, which turned out to be a scrapbook about the club. And the silver cup. "We were just talking about this cup," Eddie said. "We used to all jack off in it and make the new members drink our cum in sort of a ceremony," he said. "I remember doing it when I was 12, but shortly after that, we stopped and I never did know why." --- Pete sat naked on the couch, thumbing through the ancient scrapbook his son had brought home with him from the fuck club. Some of the photos dated back to the 1950s, his father's time in the club. Most were PG-13, but a few apparently take and developed in home darkrooms, were pretty racy. And all showed what the club's real purpose was, providing a place to explore and celebrate man-boy love. Evan sat by him, fascinated by the pictures, but even more so by some of the documents pasted in the scrap book. One of them, marked "The Great Mystery," said this: "We believe as members of Mystiko Agori believe in a great mystery, a love between a boy and his father. All boys and men know of this love, but not all will acknowledge it. We, however, choose to do so. This love knows no boundaries. It is not restricted by time. When we express our love to our boys, introducing them to touching and sexual pleasure, we are fulfilling in them a carnal desire that dates back as long as men have walked the earth. Therefore any contemporary culture or society that does not understand it can keep it hidden, but cannot extinguish its flame. The love between a father and son is ancient, practiced in the Ottoman Empire, by the Greeks, the Romans and almost every ancient culture. Many ancients believed a father's semen was essential to a boy's successful development. Some tribal cultures still believe that, and so are not to question its value. We also believe a boy should experience his father's love in his deepest, most sacred place, his anus. Being penetrated by the man who made him pushes the ancient love deep inside his body and his soul. He will not ever forget the moment and if he chooses, he will unlock his own ability to experience pleasure and express his desire for closeness with other men. Men bonding with men is becoming a forgotten art. We hold nothing against the women in our lives, but we believe we are better husbands and fathers to our wives and daughters when we are able to pleasure ourselves with our sons and brothers. Our club must remain secret. It's practices are only for the willing. Therefore, we will not allow a father to introduce his own son here. That must be done by another member and the boy must be no younger than 12 years, which in many ancient cultures was the age of consent. No father should force himself on his son. We are not proponents of rape or aggression. We are here to foster the boy's natural curiosity and deepest desires. Once a boy is sodomized by a member, he and his father can join us. We hold no set rituals for this moment, but it has become customary for every member of the club who desires to be able to touch, caress and offer the boy the milk of his manhood. We do this through the silver chalice. This allows the boy to consume as much fatherly fluid as he wishes to slake his thirst. We do this also through the practice of semen showers, allowing boys to bathe in our manly milk to help them absorb our masculinity through their very skin. Our love and these practices are a great mystery. We do not always understand the desire and the deep meaning behind them, but we are driven to carry them out by an ancient, carnal rhythm we cannot fully explain. May the Great Mystery continue from age to age and generation to generation!" Both Pete and Evan were stunned by the words. "Dad, do you think that silver cup we found is the chalice in this document," Evan asked. "Yes, son, I think so. Looks like Eddie was right. Dads in the club would fill the cup with cum, and new member boys would drink as much of it as they wanted." "Man I wish that had happened to me! I love cum!" Evan said excidedly. Pete laughed and rubbed Evan's bare ass with his manly hand. The thought of watching his little boy drink the cum of dozens of hot daddies was starting to bone him up, not to mention Evan's enthusiasm as a little cum pig. The two finished looking at the scrap book, then headed back to Pete's bed for another hot fuck session. Pete ate Evan's hairless little ass, listening to the boy groan and moan with pleasure. He thought about the words he had just read in "The Great Mystery," and how he was unlocking the boy's deepest, most mysterious desires. He couldn't get the words out of his mind as he mounted Evan missionary style, and watched the boy smile from ear to ear as he penetrated him. Although he loved breeding Evan, the scrapbook and Evan's excitement over drinking cum convinced Pete that he should feed the boy his load. As he got close to his orgasm from fucking Evan's sweet, tight, hole, Pete withdrew, straddled the boy's face, jacked off and fed him a huge load of thick, white daddy cum. Evan gulped it all down. It was hot and salty, coating the back of his throat and his tonsils. When he was done he milked his Dad's cock shaft and licked several more pearls from his piss slit. Pete looked down at him with a smile and a sense of wonder. The ancient, mysterious love of a boy and his father was something he knew all about but did not fully comprehend. -- Pete told key leaders in the club about the scrapbook. "Business" meetings of the club were forbidden. The little shack in the woods was built for one purpose, sex between men and boys. But through private conversations in person and on the phone word got out about the cum ceremony and the decision was made to add it back into the club's practices. A few weeks later, almost every member of the Daddy Son Fuck Club gathered for one hell of a man-boy orgy. The last six boys inducted, and their dads were brought front and center, with a group of almost sixty men and their sons surrounding them. After reading "The Great Mystery" aloud, Pete told the group the dads could get off however they wanted, but when they were ready to shoot a load, it should go in the silver challis, which was now placed in the center of the new dads and sons. "If you can't make it to the cup, shoot your load on one of the lads getting his daddy's cock here in the middle," Pete added. The horny men needed no coaxing. Even as Pete was still speaking, many of them were mounting their sons or pushing them to their knees for head. All around the room, sighs and groans could be heard as little boys and teenagers sucked cock and got fucked. In the middle of the room, the six newer member couples of dads and boys were going at it. The youngest of the boys, most were hairless and fairly new to sex. Evan was on the end with his dad, Pete, who had opted for one of his son's specialties, a deep throat blowjob. Pete stood as Evan blew him, looking around the room occasionally with a sense of pride as he watched dads and sons enjoy one another. Evan's hot little mouth was devouring his Daddy cock, which was throbbing and erect. Pete watched his meat go in and out of his boy's sweet mouth. He held Evan's head tenderly. Normally, he made a BJ last as long as possible by clinching, making the boy work as hard as possible to get his nutt. Sometimes Pete could make an after dinner blowing last for an hour to an hour and a half. It made Evan tired, but Pete loved it and liked knowing his boy was improving his cock sucking skills. This time, though, he was concentrating on staying relaxed and focused on feeling Evan's tongue work his tool. As he did that, his balls tingled. He was inching closer and closer to an orgasm. Evan loved sucking cock, especially his dad's. He did it almost every night and relished the taste of the juicy head and hairy nut sack. But this time, he knew he wouldn't get to swallow daddy's load. It was destined for the silver cup over his shoulder. The good news was that he'd not only get that nut, but the cum of dozens of other men around the room, as much as he wanted to drink. A dark, handsome daddy named Billy was the first to cum. He strode up to the cup stroking his thick, hairy six inch cock. He loved how everyone was watching him as he grabbed the empty cup with one hand and pumped his cock with the other. In seconds, his chest was heaving and he was filling the cup with a huge load of sperm. He shook his dick violently to get every drop into the cup. A black daddy named Devon was next. Then a red haired, bald daddy came up with a big, chunky bear daddy. They shared the cup, both adding their loads. And on and on it went until the cup was half full. About that time, Pete pulled out of Evan's mouth, approached the cup and squirted about six ropes of thick cream in to join the others. The cum in the cup was viscous and still warm. It had a meaty, musky aroma Pete could smell even holding it close to his cock. Three other men came up as he finished and offered their loads, too. About 20 minutes later, the cup was almost full. Moving it risked spilling some of the precious man fluid on the floor. So Pete improvised, grabbing a red solo cup and putting it by the silver one on the same stool. Within a half hour, every daddy had shot a load into one of the two cups and both were full of thick, creamy cum. Evan and the other five boys were standing around, along with their dads. Pete wanted to let Evan go first, since he knew what a cum whore the boy was, but it had been decided that a boy named Jake, who joined the club six months before Evan did, would go first. Then they would proceed through to Will, the last boy to join. Jake knelt and Pete held the cup for him. He slurped down a big taste of the cum, it made a moustache on his upper lip. The boy smiled and raised his arms. The crowd cheered. And on and on it went until it was Evan's turn. Evan knelt before his father. The silver cup was still almost full as his Dad offered it to him. Evan slurped down one swallow, then another, and finally a huge gulp. The still warm semen slid down his throat and into his stomach. It made Evan feel warm all over. He loved the taste and the knowledge he was drinking the essence of so many daddies. Pete poured the solo cup into the silver one,and offered it to any other boy who wanted a sip. One by one boys came forward as the cup was totally drained. Several of the dads were so turned on by the cum drinking ceremony they started beating off again and offered their second loads to any boy around them who wanted more cum. The orgy went wild after that, with boys and dads, and sometimes dads and other dads and other boys, fucking and sucking to their hearts content. Pete and Evan went home that night drained and satisfied. They curled up naked in Pete's bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.