Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2004 19:27:55 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: dad's drinking buddies10

DANNY'S DILEMMA-6

I have no idea how I managed to get fucked by 8 different guys
practically everyday, and lived to tell about it. To say I was exhausted
by my on going sexcades would be an understatement. Not only was I still
servicing my friends; Eric, Mikey and Kevin on a near daily bases before
school every morning, but I was also saddled with the added baggage of
hooking up with Tommy and his four buddies; Chris, Shawn, Berry and
Kalif. Most of the times they would pick me up outside the school zone
after Eric and the others had gone in, then we'd head over to one of our
houses during school hours while our parents were at work. It was risky,
but much safer than driving around out in the open where police are
likely to stop us and ask why we weren't in school.
These guys spent countless hours fucking me in every position they could
think of. A lot of times they'd sit around watching pornos all morning,
with me between their legs sucking their cocks and drinking their loads.
Or they'd fuck me front and back two at a time in doggy position. Or just
plain gangbang me on the floor or in one of the bedrooms until my colon
was a flaming kettle of hot cum.

One afternoon, we were having a mega "ass banging session" at Tommy's
house, in his parents bed. I was on my back getting my ass fucked for the
umpteenth time since that morning. Tommy had just fucked me and blew like
his 5th load of the day in me, when Chris came up and easily slid his fat
dick straight into my hole.
I felt my anal walls open easily, allowing his meaty slab to ram into me
fully in one quick shove. My anus was all swollen and puffy, the tender
tissues red and irritated from having had so many cocks in me that
morning. But I bared it as my hole had become numb. I felt the presence
of the cocks, but none of the pain that I associated with getting fucked.

Chris was pounding my ass good. He had just watched Tommy fuck me in the
same missionary position, as did Berry before him, and Shawn and Kalif
before him. He was hot, and plenty eager to shoot his 5th load into me as
well. The guys sometime made bets on who could blow the most loads, or
who could fuck me the longest without cumming or removing their cocks
from my hole. Today, the bet was on how many times they could cum. Each
one had blown 5, except for Chris, whom was working on his fifth right
now. He rammed his cock in and out of my cum sloppy hole, barely feeling
the loose walls of my anal-vagina as he fucked me hard.
I lay there, looking down between my spread legs as his cock emerged and
submerged in and out of me. His cock was slick with a thick coating of
cum which had mostly been deposited into my body from my 5 friends. Cum
foamed out around the loose lips, bubbling around his cock's girth as it
slammed me deep. After 10 minutes, I felt his pace increase, then felt
his cock expand. I knew he was about to dump another load, when mr Becker
(Tommy's father) suddenly came walking into the bed room.

"What the FUCK is going on here??!!" he yelled, at the sight of six naked
teen boys fucking on his bed.

"Oh SHIT!" I heard Kalif shout from across the room.
"Dad...!" stunned Tommy, whose eyes were wide as saucers.
There was a brief moment where everyone stood silently, wondering what
was going to happen next, when Shawn suddenly gathered up a bunch of
clothes from the floor, then darted out over the balcony window. Kalif
was the second to react, followed by Tommy, and then Berry. Chris, whom
had been in the mist of blowing his 5th and final load up my accepting
ass, was completely unaware of the danger lurking just behind him.

"OOOHHH SHHIIIITTTT YEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH...!!!" Chris yelled, shooting
several spurts into my relaxed hole.

"Are you DONE?!" asked mr Becker, standing over us by the bed.
Chris looked back at him over his shoulder, then fell over onto the floor
in surprise. His cock was still oozing cum at the piss slit, which came
spraying out of me like a geyser. He quickly grabbed up a pair of jeans,
then ran out the door like a bat out of hell. I went to get up from the
bed to follow him, when mr Becker gestured for me not to move.

"NO!, You STAY!" he snapped, stopping me in my tracks.
He then turned around and slammed his bedroom door in a fit of emotion.
The force of the slam sucked all the air out the open window, as well as
echoed throughout the house. I saw him pause to gather his wits and
thoughts before he re-approached me.
At first he just stared down at me with a disgusted look apon his face. I
could feel his eyes peering through me, judging me as if I was some
brazen whore or something.

"What's your name?" he asked calmly, as he searched for words to say.

"D...Danny...sir..." I said, timidly and frightened.

"Danny what?" he asked.

"Danny McMurphy... sir."

"So Danny McMurphy, do you think it's right for you and your friends to
come into me and my wife's bedroom, and fuck on our bed in our absents?"

"uh, no sir."

"Damn right." he said, his eyes traveling up and down my nude body. "You
kids think the world is your fucking play ground. You don't know how easy
you have it. While us adults are out breaking our backs working, paying
bills and over inflated taxes, you little ass wipes are out cutting
school and having sex orgies. GAY ones at that." he added.
I saw him pace the floor, as if wrestling with something inside him
before coming back to the bed.

"Did my son Tommy fuck you too?" he asked, looking down at me again.
My voice got lost in my throat, but mr Becker could tell by my expression
that his son had indeed banged my ass as well.

"Fucking kids... all you have to worry about is who's going to cop your
next nutt load. I guess Tommy and his friends found themselves their very
own cocksucker to catch theirs." he said, thoughtfully. "I should be so
lucky." he added, the front of his slacks starting to bulge.

"Danny McMurphy..." he mumbled, as if my name suddenly registered in his
head. "McMurphy... is your dad Brian McMurphy?"

"Yes sir..." I said, now doubly frightened that he may have known my dad.

"Well I'll be..." he said aloud to himself. "No wonder you're a
cocksucker, you just like your old man."

"What?" I asked, getting angry.
Mr Becker just laughed.

"Yeah. I heard stories about your old man." he smirked. "Heard he'd been
hitting the bottle a lot since your mother left him. Heard he's been
giving up the ass down at Roker's bar. Hear he's quite the lay."

"Fuck YOU, mr Becker!" I yelled, getting up from the bed.
The thought of my father giving up his ass willingly, was almost too much
for me to compute. There was noway my pop was letting other men fuck him
with his consent, not after the way he reacted when he discovered I had
fucked him.
Mr Becker lost his smirk, and roughly shoved me back onto the bed when I
tried to get up.

"Not so fast, butt wad." he said, keeping me captive. "What did you just
say to me?"

I swallowed hard, searching for the courage to repeat my last statement.
"I said FUCK YOU, mr Becker!"

Mr Becker looked down at me cold heartedly.
"I probably would, but it looks like my son and his friends already beat
me to it."
I felt my eyes fill with tears, suddenly feeling trashy and ashamed at
once.
I noticed mr Becker's eyes focus on my asshole, which remained in plain
view between my spread legs as I sat apon his mattress.

"I see you leaking." he said, referring to the volume of semen oozing
from my freshly fucked hole. "You're the one whose been leaving all the
cum stains on my wife's sheets?" he surmised. "And all this time she
thought it was the cat spraying the bed."
I didn't answer, too afraid to move or say something that might make him
mad and call my father.

I noticed the sizable lump growing in his pants starting to leave a wet
stain. Mr Becker saw me looking and massaged it openly. I watched his
cock snake down the leg of his slacks before he slowly started to unzip
it.
My heart was beating a mile a minute. Here I was sitting naked in one of
my best friend's houses, with his dad standing in over me, about to
expose to me to his hardon. I could feel my body tingle with anticipation
and excitement. I wondered what kind of whore was I, that I could allow
myself to be put in these awkward situations, and get off on it.

Mr Becker's cock came into view. It was a nice cock, about 8 inches in
length, and as fat as 3 fingers around. He looked at me, and noticed the
wanton look in my eyes. As he stepped closer, I lay back on the bed, then
lifted my legs into the air to give him access.
Mr Becker took full advantage, and climbed up between my legs. He aimed
his hot 30+ cock up to my cummy snatch, then pushed it all in. I gasped
in complete pleasure as I felt his cock mauled its way through me, taking
command of the space his son and his friends had just recently abandoned.

"Uhhhhh..." groaned mr Becker, feeling the warmth of my asshole encase
his hard appendage. This was the first grown cock in me since my father
inducted me by taking my virginity. I watched as this grown man sank his
cock into me all the way down to the balls. 'So this is the cock that
created both Tommy and Mike?' I thought to myself, feeling it slice
through me.
Mr Becker ground his cock around in my snatch for a while, before he
slowly pulled it back out, then sank it all the way back in again. With
my legs spread wide around his body, he had total access as he drove
himself in and out. My own cock inflated against my stomach as he fucked
me. I couldn't believe that I was looking up into the face of an adult,
feeling him fuck me with all the power and strength of his manhood.

Mr Becker pumped his hips into me, his hairy pelvis driving his fat penis
into my cum clogged ass. Wet sucking sounds sloshed through the space
where his cock and my anal walls met. Cum oozed around the thick base of
his dick every time his cock thrust into me, causing it to streak down
over my ass cheeks and soak into the bed sheets.

"Damn, my son and his friends did a job on your ass." me Becker said, as
he pumped his cock in and out of me effortlessly.
I lay there, allowing the older man to butt fuck me as he saw fit. He
used my asshole to jack his cock. He kept mumbling how wet my hole was,
and how nice it felt. I reached up and began running my hands over his
body. His chest was hairy, not the smooth bald skin or slight peach fuzz
that the others guys that fucked me had. This was a man. It was Tommy's
dad. He was fucking me like he had only done his wife, giving me the same
hard thrusts with his cock that he used to make his two sons.

"OH, UHHHH..." I heard mr Becker groan all too soon.
I felt him increase his thrusts, then felt his cock stiffen harder inside
of me. We both wailed in sweet pleasure as he then started spraying my
swollen insides with his plentiful load. Gobs of his adult sized spool
filled my asshole, mixing with the over flow of the many many loads
already coursing through me.

The look on mr Becker's face was priceless. His eyes turned up in their
sockets while he mouth gaped open like a cook oyster. At first I thought
he was having a heat attack by the way he gasped for breath. Now, the
unhappy look of disgust replaced the look of ecstasy, as he pulled his
cock from my hole then rolled over on to his back.

"Get out." he said simply, his chest heaving as he labored to breath.

"You... you won't tell my dad about this... will you...?" I asked,
sitting up.

"Get out, now." ordered mr Becker, annoyed.
I got up from the bed, looking around for my clothes. Figuring the guys
must have taken mines in all the confusion, I left the bed room and ran
down the stairs. Tommy and the others were hiding on the first floor.
They all came out, asking me what happened. Berry handed me my clothing,
as we managed our way out the door to Chris's car. Tommy was
understandably upset. He had no idea what his father would do or say to
him when he got back home later on. Meanwhile he decided to let his
father cool off. I myself was feeling pretty confident. Having mr Becker
butt fuck me in his wife's bed, more than confirmed that he wouldn't
report the incident to my dad. Though I now wondered what amount of truth
lay in his statement about my dad.