Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2008 22:30:30 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Garage Sale Son

DISCLAIMER: This story involves mutual sex between father and son and some
rough situations. If this subject matter is offensive, PLEASE stop now and
hit the "Back" button. Otherwise, read on! * The core idea of this story
came from a friend who claimed a guy offered him $50 to throw in a blowjob
with a bedroom set he'd sold the guy at a garage sale. My friend then told
me he offered another $50 if his father joined them. This is the stimulus
for this story! The idea isn't mine - but the story and characters
are. None of them bear any resemblance to any persons living or dead.

Comments - good and bad - are welcome!

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                I'd gotten a job in upstate Connecticut and they were going
to furnish me with a nice house, and a budget to move my son and myself
there and set us up with new furniture up to $30,000. I was sure we could
furnish our house nicely for that amount and had talked with my son about
it. He agreed and we set about organizing our house for a sale that would
rid us of our current trappings. We'd agreed to keep those things that
really meant something to us like the chest of drawers that he'd built for
me for my thirtieth birthday and the footlocker he'd built for himself a
few years back. We'd agreed that both of our beds, the contents of the
living room, dining room and study would be put up for sale as well as the
little knickknack stuff we'd manage to collect over the years. I went out
on Thursday and rented a moving van and filled it with the things we wanted
to keep. Once that was done, we started that evening to move all of our
other belongings out onto the lawn for a weekend Garage Sale.
            Nick, my son, came down from his room later that night with a
very impressive sign for our sale. Shoving a shock of golden red hair from
his face, he looked up at me for my reaction to his hard work. In bold
letters at the top were the words "Garage Sale" done in bright red. Under
it were the words "Everything for Sale" outlined in black. It was fixed to
a wooden board and stick and was very impressive, indeed.
            "That's great, son." I nodded, taking the sign and putting it
by the door. "That's really going to look impressive out on the lawn in the
morning."
            "Aren't you worried someone's going to take that stuff all laid
out there?" Nick said, looking through the blinds.
            "It wouldn't be bad for us if they did. We are getting rid of
it, after all." I answered. "You hungry, guy?"
            "Pizza?" Nick asked, his green eyes lighting up. "Extra
sausage?"
            I dialed the phone number while Nick began pulling out paper
plates and napkins, probably the only things left in the kitchen. We'd left
the folding chairs in the living room and had our sleeping bags laid out
for bedding. As I placed the order for the extra meat, extra mushroom,
extra cheese pizza, I walked the house to make sure we hadn't forgotten
anything. I walked through the kitchen and opened all the cabinet doors to
find them all empty. The downstairs bathroom was cleared. Nick's room was
downstairs and bare as the day we'd moved in. Going upstairs, I gave the
address of our house and rechecked the study, my bathroom and bedroom to
find them all empty. As I headed downstairs, the pizza guy was confirming
and ending the call.
            "Everything packed up?" Nick asked, settling down on the floor,
legs crossed.
            "Yep. After tomorrow, if everything sells, we're out of here."
I said, closing my phone and joining my son on the floor. "You excited
about moving?"
            "Hell, yeah!" Nick said, nodding and sending his hair back into
his face.
            "I wish you'd cut that." I said, reaching across and flipping
it back so I could see his eyes. "That's coming in nicely." I commented,
cuffing his chin and the new growth of red-gold that covered his chin.
            "You promised to lay off the hair-cut speech when I promised to
stop saying the "f" word." My son reminded me, cuffing his hair behind his
ear. "A deal's a deal."
            "Okay." I said, holding my hands up in front of me. "My bad." I
admitted.
            We exchanged small talk while we waited for the
pizza. Conversation was nice between us as we went back and forth about
jobs, schools, locations, houses, that sort of thing. I'd approved the
house the company had suggested and we'd made plans for how we'd do things
when we got there. Nick was excited and so was I. It was a new start for
the both of us after the divorce with my wife and the division of my
sons. My oldest, Davis, had gone with her and I'd expected that all
along. He and I had never gotten along and he'd always been a "mama's
boy". He didn't even say good-bye to me when they'd left three weeks
ago. My wife hadn't contested my bid for sole custody of Nick and I'd
thanked my lucky stars for that. He'd always been "daddy's boy" and I
enjoyed his company. He was a smart, articulate, gifted, and artistic kid
and was a joy to be around. Even in this bare space with no television, no
music, no computer or anything else, we were having a great time.
            The pizza came and we had a good meal sitting on the floor of
our living room. After we'd stuffed ourselves completely, we turned in for
the night, setting the alarm for only six hours from now. Nick was asleep
in no time and for the longest time, I did what I'd done when he was
younger and that was listening to his breathing as it went from rather fast
paced to slow and even as he went deeper into sleep. Eventually, I drifted
to sleep, myself.

            When morning came, Nick and I were out in the garage and going
over things one more time, checking price tags and depositing our well-made
sign in the yard. We rolled up the sleeping bags and cleaned up the pizza
remnants and finally settled the folding chairs outside beside the card
table with the money box. We were ready for the day's customers and they
started arriving just after the sun broke the horizon. Things began to sell
rather quickly with the good items going first. The entertainment center,
the living room suite, the beds and television all went rather quickly and
we cleared some good money on them. Nick was rather excited that all of his
bedroom stuff had sold and he had a good chunk of change to show for it. I
smiled and ruffed his hair.
            "Looks like a bargain hunter." Nick said to me, nodding toward
a red pick-up that pulled alongside the curb then. "Wow."
            I looked over and saw a man stepping from the cab that I had to
admit warranted a "wow". He wore a tight tank top of almost pristine white
that hugged a nicely rounded chest. At the arms and neck, tufts of dark
hair curled out and around the fabric of the shirt, like they were trying
to get out of the confines of it. As the guy rounded the back of the truck,
I noticed he wore khaki shorts that were tight on his upper leg and flared
only slightly as they went down. His legs were nicely shaped, not overly
muscular, and covered with the same dark hair. He wore work boots and white
socks stuffed into the tops of them. As he came toward our dwindled lot of
stuff, he nodded toward us and smiled. Nick beamed back at him.
            "Down, boy." I said jokingly.
            "Hell...he's hot." Nick said, practically panting.
            The man's face was rounded, prominent jaw, dark features and a
trimmed beard and mustache. He wore a hat on his head that proclaimed "CAT"
on its front. He was very manly and walked with an almost practiced
"shopper" gait. I had to agree with my son, he was hot. This man was also
our only customer at the time and was easy to watch as he moved from item
to item, coming around to where we were sitting – gawking at him. As he
neared us, Nick shifted a bit in his chair and tugged at his
shorts. Glancing over, I smiled as my son had sprung quite the boner and
was attempting to hide it.
            "Morning, guys." The man said, his voice pleasant and
low. "How's it going?"
            "Good." Nick volunteered, almost too quickly. "How's it going
with you?"
            "Can't complain," The guy responded, a hint of a smile at the
sides of his lips. "So, I have a question."
            "Shoot." I answered, meeting his steel-blue eyes.
            "I was looking at your sign and I was wondering..." He
paused. "Is everything for sale out here?"
            "Oh, yeah." Nick said quickly. "Everything you see."
            The man took another step toward us and looked around before
letting his eyes fall on me and then Nick. "What about you? How much are
you?" He asked, fixing my son with an unmistakable lust.
            "ME?"
            "Yeah. How much would I have to pay for you?"
            I was stunned as was Nick. Both of us watched this guy rub his
crotch unabashedly and repeat his initial question as to the worth of my
son. He looked around again, like he was making sure no one was watching
from anywhere around us. I was at least thankful for that. I couldn't say a
word but I also couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in his khaki's. It was
impressive and seemed to be growing under his manipulation. It was probably
the boldest display of sexuality I'd ever seen.
            "Uh, Dad?" Nick said, turning to me, his face a slight pink.
            "Dad, huh?" The man responded, the corners of his mouth rising
a bit. "Do I have to ask Dad's permission?"
            "He's a big boy," I answered hesitantly. "I'm sure he can
decide for himself how much he's worth."
            "You don't want to be accused of false advertising, do you,
young man?" The burly garage saler asked, continuing to rub the front of
his khakis. I noticed a small dark circle appearing on the front of
them. "How much would it take to buy you for about an hour or three?"
            Nick turned back and to my surprise, looked him directly in the
eye to deliver his answer. "How much would you be willing to pay?"
            "What about $400 for one hour and $800 for three?" The man
said, taking a roll of green from his right pocket. "Maybe an extra $200 if
Dad joins us for a hot finale."
            Nick's jaw dropped and his mouth dipped open a bit. His head
swiveled a bit toward me, his mouth still open, his eyes widening. "Is he
fucking kidding me?"
            "I'd be willing to pay $50 every thirty minutes overtime if we
run into anything over the first three hours." The man answered. "The first
thousand up-front, of course."
            Nick looked from the man to the money to his crotch and back to
me. I raised my eyebrows but clearly was going to defer to him and his
decision to this proposal. My son's eyes met mine for a long few minutes
before turning back to the crotch of the stranger and then slowly up his
chest to his eyes. The man was smiling and a smile crept onto my son's
face, as well.
            "Could we discuss terms?"
            "Absolutely." The man said, removing his hand from his crotch
and holding the roll of cash in one hand. "Should we start with the first
four hundred or would you agree to the three hours?"
            Nick's eyes strayed to the man's chest and the small sweat
circle at the neck of his shirt and those under his arms. My son actually
licked his lips before answering with "three". I kept the smile I felt
sneaking onto my face to myself. The man looked to me as he counted out the
first eight one hundred dollar bills. "Is Dad going to join us?"
            "Come on, dad! It's an extra two-hundred dollars just for you
to be there."
            "Sure." I said, trying to sound nonchalant as the man smiled
and added two hundred dollars to the stack.
            "Who should I give the money to?" He asked, holding out the
thousand dollars.
            "Nick made the deal," I volunteered. "Stands to reason he
should reap the benefits of it." I said, clearing my throat for some
reason.
            The man handed the money to my son and looked around the yard
again. I followed his eyes and saw no one in the general direction of
either ends of our quiet street. I wondered who would stay out here and
tend to all of this stuff in our yard while the man took his "property". I
followed the man's gaze back to Nick and watched something pass between the
two of them. Nick was still looking at the man with his mouth slightly
open, almost as if he were drooling. I thought that if he stayed like this
for too much longer, he would start doing just that.
            "What do I have to do?" He asked, pushing his hair from his
face again.
            "Nurse this," The man answered, pulling at the bulge in his
shorts. "Until its ready to feed you."
            "Swallow?"
            "If you want. I'd rather you did...I'm clean and have the
proof."
            "I don't know..." Nick said, hesitantly.
            "And extra hundred if you do." The man said, slipping off
another bill and taking his wallet from his pocket. He took a small card
from it and showed it to Nick. "See? It's got my stats for that past nine
months on it. All negative."
            "Okay." Nick said, taking the offered bill and adding it to the
stack. "What else?"
            "You let me get at that sweet basket you're offering." The man
smiled, actually licking his lips at the visible hard on in my son's
crotch. "Then let me at that hole."
            "Fuck me?"
            "Rim you first then we'll see where we go." The stranger said,
pocketing his wallet. "Nothing painful and we'll go as slow as you want if
you let me fuck you."
            "Anything weird?" Nick asked, his hand slipping into his
lap. "Ropes or shit like that? I don't know if I get into all that right
off."
            "No, nothing like ropes or anything like that. I would like
spank that butt with my hand as I'm putting the cock to it."
            "Sounds okay." Nick nodded.
            I couldn't believe that I was sitting here listening to my son
negotiate a stranger's use of his body like they were trading cars or
buying a horse. Nick's crotch was growing almost with every word. The small
stain in the khakis of the other man was growing, as well. My own crotch
was slightly tight in my jeans as I listened to this conversation.
            "What about my dad?"
            "He's got to be there with us at the end. When you're ready to
cum, when I'm ready to shoot, he's got to be right there with us. He can be
as active or as passive as he wants to be but he's got to be within arm's
reach of both of us."
            "I'm okay with that." I added.
            "Does he have to do anything while we're...you know...fucking?"
            "Only what he wants to do. It'd be cool if he just watched
though. I like that when someone watches."
            "What's your name?" Nick asked with a slight catch in his
voice.
            "Reeves."
            "That your first or last name?"
            "First." The man said with a chuckle. "I get that all the
time."
            "That's cool."
            "Any other questions?" Reeves asked, his hand going back to his
crotch. "I'd really like to get started right off."
            I stood up and looked around the garage. I walked out to the
yard and pulled up the sign, came back into the garage and pulled down the
door. The garage was dark and I reached over and flipped on the
light. Turning to face my son and the stranger, I saw Nick rising slowly to
his feet, putting the two of them merely inches apart. They looked at one
another for a long moment and the man smiled widely.
            "I'm good," Nick proclaimed after a deep breath. "Let's get
started."
            "Want to go inside?" I offered, going to the door and opening
it for the two of them. "It might be easier." I added.
            Nick led, almost running up the four steps and into the
house. Reeves took his time and followed and I rounded up the end, closing
the door behind me. When I came into the kitchen and into the living room,
Nick was standing in the center of the room, the front of his shorts tented
out in front of him. Reeves was slowly coming into the room and he stopped
a good five feet from my son. I stayed in the doorway of the room, my role
to be observer and voyeur, after all.
            "How do we start?" Nick asked, obviously nervous. "Should I
just get naked?"
            "Let me do it."
            Reeves stepped over and gently took the hem of my son's
shirt. With a slow and steady movement, he raised it, allowing time for my
son to raise his arms before taking it all the way off. Nick let his arms
fall to his sides, his pale chest rising slightly faster, his pearly pink
nipples hard and stiff with the exposure. Reeves actually knelt on the
carpeted floor and allowed his hands to slowly work the button of Nick's
shorts and then equally as slowly, he pulled the zipper down. Taking the
sides of the shorts, Reeves eased them slowly down my son's legs and
instructed him to step out of them. Nick did so and the man folded them
neatly and laid them to the side.
            "Nice." Reeves said, letting his hand run over the mound of
flesh in Nick's dark blue briefs. "Are you nervous?"
            "A little."
            "What's your name?"
            "Nick..."
            "Nice to know you, Nick." Reeves said, still rubbing the
growing mound and letting his other hand slide up the boy's legs and
waist. "You ever been with another guy before, Nick?"
            I knew the answer to this as my son answered yes. He went on to
expound on a boyfriend that he'd fooled around with two years ago. I
remember the boyfriend he was talking about rather fondly. The kid was
Nick's age and size and almost painfully shy and I'd heard about their
exploits literally moments after it had happened. I watched Reeves continue
to massage Nick's crotch and rub along his hairless stomach. Nimble fingers
tangled the slight patch of red-gold at Nick's pec cleavage before
traveling the smooth skin to pinch his right nipple, causing Nick to hiccup
with pleasure. I had to smile at this; it was priceless to see an
experience hand bring my son to this kind of level.
            Reeves took hold of the briefs on each side of Nick's hips and
pulled them out and over his hard cock which sprung from the confines to
slap against his stomach, stringing silvery pre-cum all over
himself. Reeves slipped the briefs down my son's legs and Nick stepped out
of them. They were folded and put with the rest of Nick's
clothes. Intrigued, Reeves turned back and looked as if he was appraising
my son's rod. It dripped silvery liquid from the head and as it fell, the
man caught it on a fingertip. Without pausing, he brought it to his lips
and tasted my son's offering.
            "Very sweet."
            "Thanks," Nick responded rather awkwardly.
            Reeves gingerly took hold of Nick's cock and raised it. Nick
inhaled as the man took the head into his mouth. In an experienced downward
motion, the man took the length completely into his mouth and throat and
Nick let himself fall forward, using the man's shoulders to support
himself. My jeans tightened at this and I marveled at myself and this
response.
            "Dad..." Nick said, catching me off-guard. "He's good."
            I smiled as I watched this strange man begin to bob up and down
on my son's rigid cock. Nimble fingers slid over Nick's chest to pull
alternatively each nipple, causing him to moan a bit with each
manipulation. Nick's right leg bent slightly when the man slid down his
cock and began to suck hard enough to cave in his cheeks.
            "Dad..." Nick repeated. His voice was helpless and pleading.
            I went over to him and stood behind him, sliding my hands
through his arms. Pressing myself against him, I solidified my stance and
whispered into his ear, "it's okay, son. Just lean on me and relax. Enjoy
what's happening."
            "Dad, you're hard." Nick responded as his body did just
that. "Do you think this is as hot as I do?"
            "Yeah, son." I admitted in a whisper. "He really looks like he
knows what he's doing down there."
            A moan greeted me and I watched over Nick's shoulder as Reeves
leaned back and slid his hand along the slender tool in his hand. My son
shuddered with this treatment of his manhood and Reeves repeated the
gesture. He was jacking my son and looking up at me. I didn't know what to
do so I just smiled at him. Smiling back, his hand continued manipulating
Nick's meat while his other hand slid down Nick's waist and over to me,
grazing me in the same place. The same nimble fingers that had played on my
son's body slid under my shirt to touch bare flesh.
            "Did you like that, Nick?" Reeves asked seductively, his hand
on my skin.
            "Yeah."
            "Want more?"
            "Yeah," Nick responded dreamily. "Please do that some more."
            Reeves' mouth slid easily back to Nick's cock, down the rod and
back up to the head. He was making sweet oral love to it and I watched
mesmerized. I felt the boy's body tense and relax against me his back
arching and falling, and repeating. His breathing was a bit ragged and his
hands were holding my arms, folded across his chest. The man kneeling in
front of him was really working his dick over and my son was enjoying every
motion of the man's mouth.
            "Why don't you turn around, Nick?" Reeves said as he pulled off
the cock. "In fact, if you go over and kneel on the stairs, I can get to
that ass real good."
            "Come with me, dad." Nick said, pulling me by the hand. "Just
sit in front of me so I can hold onto you."
            I went over and sat on the fifth step of our
staircase. Watching my nude son kneel down on the third step, I held out my
hands for him to brace himself on my forearms as he leaned forward and
spread his legs wide. Reeves stood and came over, putting his hands on
Nick's rounded, pale ass, sighing in delight. Looking over Nick's bowed
head, I had to admit that he had a nice ass. He didn't stay outside much so
the milky smoothness of his skin was universal from his sweet face to his
rounded toes. Reeves let his hands round up over Nick's ass and up onto his
back to his shoulders where he kneaded them softly before trailing back
down to cup his ass again.
            "Ever had a tongue up your hole, Nick?" Reeves asked, kneeling
again and pulling gently at the boy's cheeks.
            "Yes," Nick moaned, letting his head rest on my leg.
            "Did you like it?"
            "God, yes."
            I smiled. I was learning more about my son in this setting that
I had in almost any other. We'd talked about sex but it was very topical. I
was learning details I'd never known before while a stranger was preparing
to stick his rather meaty tongue up my son's asshole. It was surreal,
watching this same stranger knead the flesh of that same son's ass and
feeling Nick squirm against me, hearing him moan. The fabric of my jeans
strained with my own excitement of the whole scene.
            "Dad..." Nick breathed against me and I knew without looking
that Reeves had pierced his asshole. "...so thick." He sighed, rolling his
head along my knee. "...oh...god...so deep!"
            Reeves moaned now and I looked up and along the plane of Nick's
back to where only the man's eyebrows and closed eyes were visible. The
bush of the man's mustache was slightly visible as he moved. As I watched,
his eyes opened and I was locked onto his steel-blue eyes. These eyes spoke
to me of the pleasure he was taking with my son. They spoke volumes about
the kind of thrill he was getting from using my son like this and I had to
wonder if there was an additional thrill at my being here with them –
watching it all like I was.
            "Oh, god!" Nick gasped, his head shooting up, breaking the
connection between myself and the man whose tongue speared my son's
asshole. "Goddamn that's a hot tongue, man! Shove that thing up there!
Deeper!"
            I looked through the curtain of red-gold at my son's green eyes
and saw a lust there that I'd never seen before. He seemed caught up in the
grip of something and I had an idea it was the oral digit of the man who
was feasting on his hole. Nick let his head loll a bit and then his eyes
found mine. His mouth was parted in a silent moan and his hands gripped my
forearms tightly. As if I was helping somehow, I gripped his elbows where
my hands were. Something in his face changed and the moan was
vocalized. Pulled from deep within him, it came and filled the empty
room. Closing his eyes momentarily, the intensity of his pleasure was
almost palpable. Opening them again, there was a different look in them. It
was darker and more lustful.
            "Dad, you should feel this guy's tongue. He's so deep in my ass
and it's so thick! It's unbelievable!"
            I didn't know what to say.
            "You really should let him do you too." Nick said, leaning
forward to the point his face was a mere two or three inches from
mine. "Really, dad...you should let him rim the hell out of your hot
manhole, too."
            With that dirty statement, something passed between Nick and
myself. I don't know who did what but in a flash, our mouths were grinding
against one another and Nick's hand was at the back of my neck, holding me
against him. My free hand held him in much the same way and we were
grappling with each other as our mouths did the same. Nick moaned against
me and I made some kind of sound that seemed to be similar. I didn't know
what was going on right this minute but somewhere in my pants, my cock
screamed its approval and spilled warm liquid into my briefs. I realized as
Nick's tongue slipped into my mouth and I took it – that this whole
thing had made me cum! Warmth spread through my briefs and onto my
still-rock-hard cock and I was thrilled!
            "GOD!" I moaned when Nick's head fell onto my shoulder, the
kiss broken. "Oh, God, Nick...oh my god..."
            Behind him, Reeves hadn't stopped rimming Nick's ass. I heard
the slurping sounds and watched his face maneuver to get his tongue in
deeper. My son moaned and clutched at me, his hands gripping first my
forearms, then upper arms and then my shoulders, holding and pulling at me,
trapped between my unmoving body and the face at his ass, deliciously
pinned in pleasure.
            "N...N...NO!" Nick moaned, his hands on my back, fingers
digging into my flesh. "He's...he's...uh...making me...uh...making
me...CUM!"
            "Oh yeah, boy!" Reeves moaned, pulling his face back
temporarily from Nick's hole. "Cum for me, boy!" He growled before diving
back in.
            Nick's body literally shook with his orgasm at the tongue of
this man. I held my son as he held me, shaking. He moaned against me again,
then took in a deep breath. Looking down, I saw where Reeves had Nick's
cock in his hand and I saw thick white droplets of his seed hitting the
carpet beneath him. A stab of regret shot through me followed by the
thought of waste that I was witnessing. Further, I thought briefly of how
it would taste if it had fallen on my tongue. That shocked me.
            "Oh...god...oh...my god." Nick moaned, snapping me back.
            "That's good, Nick." Reeves said, leaning back from my boy's
butt. "Sweet stuff, that boy-cum." He said, licking the same white stuff
that had fallen onto the carpet from his fingers and smiling. "Nice bonus
to our little deal."
            Nick fell against me, his body still shaking, his knees giving
a bit. I held him and watched as Reeves took a step back from us both and
regarded us with a look I couldn't really put an emotion to. I did see the
damp spot on his khakis had spread considerably. I remembered my own
eruption in my jeans and was sure I had my own spreading spot.
            "You're not finished are you, Nick?" Reeves said, grabbing his
bulging crotch. He gave a quick look at his watch and then at the nude body
in front of him. "We've barely scratched the surface of forty-five
minutes."
            "No," Breathed the boy. "I'm not finished. Just let me catch my
breath."
            Nick leaned up and looked at me.
            "You okay with that?" Questioning me about the kiss, to be
sure.
            "Totally."
            "Yeah?"
            "Absolutely, son." I answered and took the initiative this time
to press my lips gently to his, letting my hand ease through his hair to
cup the back of his head. I really meant what I said. Something in me was
absolutely fine with this new development.
            "Now that's touching." Reeves said when the kiss ended. "You
guys ever done anything like that before?"
            Nick shook his head as he stood on the third step. I watched a
thick pearl of cum drop and dangle for a moment from his thick cockhead
before falling to the carpet. Looking up the plane of my son's body, I took
in the subtle muscle tone and the smoothness of him for the first time in
all his life. My cock twitched as I got to his pink nipples and the tuft of
red hair on his chest.
            "Damn, Dad." Reeves said and I looked to him. "You blow your
load?"
            I looked down and felt my face warm. Looking up, I saw Nick
looking into my crotch too. I nodded and admitted that I had. Nick let his
face broaden into a smile before kneeling on the fourth stair and putting
his hand on my damp jeans front. His fingers dug a bit and his face lit up
when he felt that I was still hard. My face heated even more.
            "Take your jeans off, dad." Nick said to me in a low voice.
            "Yeah, Dad." Reeves chimed in, coming up onto the stairs to
press himself against Nick as he knelt down behind him. "Take your jeans
off and get comfortable."
            "You're hard too, mister." Nick said, his voice dreamy again. I
wasn't used to that tone in his voice. "Are you going to put that inside
me?"
            "Do you want me to?"
            "I think I might." Admitted my son, arching back toward the
man.
            "Take those jeans off your dad."
            Hands were on my jeans and tugging at the fastener and
zipper. I leaned back on the stairs and let him pull my jeans off me. When
they cleared my feet, he tossed them over the banister and to my shock,
pressed his face to the wetness of my briefs. His mouth opened and he began
to suck on the damp fabric.
            "Damn, boy's hungry." Commented the stranger who pushed against
my son. "Suck at daddy's briefs, boy. Suck that cum out."
            Nick moaned at that and my dick throbbed.
            "Loose the shirt now, dad." Prompted the man. "Let's see that
daddy-chest."
            I did what he asked and pulled my shirt off, letting it fall to
the stairs. My own nipples were standing straight up and were the targets
of the man's hands as he reached over my son to take hold of them.
            "That's hot."
            It was! It was more than hot to feel this man's hands pawing at
my chest. His fingers closed on me and he pulled, sending a thrill through
me. My dick jumped in my briefs and bumped Nick's lips. Reaching down, I
pulled my briefs up and over my aching rod and in that gesture, offered my
dick to my son's seeking lips. It took a few seconds but they found their
offering and Nick was soon sliding his mouth along my prick. I moaned at
the forbidden thrill this stirred in me and Reeves pinched harder on my
nipples. I fell back a bit on the stairs, not able to stay in a sitting
position under this type of assault. It was intense pleasure, the feelings
that were running through me. It was electric to feel the thickness of my
prick pushing into my son's throat. Nick was a natural as he took me all
the way, his nose finally in my pubes. Reeves chuckled as he manipulated my
chest.
            "Easy boy, you might do your dad in again."
            Nick eased back off me, increasing his suction like a Hoover
gone mad. When he reached the head, he let himself top me off with an
audible "pop".
            "Nice dick, dad." He said to me, palming me.
            "I have to agree." Reeves said, leaning back. "Let's bring dad
into the kitchen, boy." He said, pulling Nick with him toward that
space. "Go on and get up there." I heard him say as I got up and shed my
briefs completely and followed them.
            I watched Nick climb up onto and then stand on the
counter. Pulling back one of the cabinet doors, he put his foot up onto one
of the shelves, looking over his shoulder as Reeves' hands took hold of his
ass cheeks again. The man's thumbs slid easily into the crevice presented
to him and pulled, like he was pulling apart a melon. Nick took in a deep
breath and I took a step closer to them. One of Reeves' thumbs moved over
the pink hole and grazed it softly, causing Nick to gasp again.
            "Come on over, dad." Reeves said over his shoulder. "Look at
this sweet ticket."
            I'd never thought of my son in this way before. I'd never seen
him as a sexual being but as Reeves moved his thumb over Nick's rosy hole,
I watched it quiver, tighten, relax and draw again, hearing my boy's
breathing quicken with each movement of the thumb. It was as if the man was
playing a fine instrument.
            "Kiss that sweet hole, dad." The man said, leaning to the side
and holding Nick's cheeks for me. "You know he wants it. Kiss that
sweetness."
            "Do it, dad." Nick urged dreamily above me. "Please, dad?"
            Looking up, I saw those green eyes under that curtain of
hair. Almost like I was being hypnotized, I leaned forward and pressed my
lips to his pucker, feeling it tighten at the contact. Firmly pressing
then, I parted my lips and touched the tip of my tongue to him and he
gasped. I leaned back and let Reeves resume his place. The tip of his thumb
continued to strum Nick's asshole and my son almost danced under this
touching. I watched my son's pale, toned body move against the counter
faces, his hands holding the handles tightly, the way he'd held me earlier.
            Then Reeves began rimming Nick again. He pulled the thick
globes of my boy's ass far apart and shoved his face deep between
them. Slurping, sucking, moaning and growling, he plunged his face in and
out of Nick's ass. I moved to where I could see his thick tongue spear the
pink hole and then his mouth would fasten over it to suck hard. His hands
roamed Nick's lower body and my son moaned and thrust back toward the
man. With a practiced gentleness, the stranger reached up and pulled Nick's
cock down between his spread legs and took the head into this mouth,
sucking equally as hard on it. My own dick jealously twitched as I watched.
            "Dad...put...uh...oh...put...your finger in me..."
            I looked up and Nick's eyes were closed. When he opened them,
they pleaded with me to do as he'd said. I moved in and Reeves moved to the
side. The pink passage glistened with the man's spit. Like Reeves had done,
I touched Nick's asshole and pressed slightly, causing him to moan again
and repeat his request. I eased the tip of my thumb forward and the thick
ring of muscle relented, letting me slide inside him.
            "Oh dad...that's hot!" Nick moaned above me.
            "Yeah it is," Reeves growled beside of me, his face a few
inches from mine. "Kiss me, dad." He proposed and I leaned forward to meet
his lips. "Open him up good, dad. I'm going to fuck that boy's hole good
and proper." He said when the kiss was broken.
            "Yeah, dad...open me up!" Chimed my son.
            I worked my thumb into him, stirring him, almost. It prompted
Nick to moan again and throw his hips back toward me. I eased my thumb out
and Reeves took the opportunity to ease in his index finger. His second
finger joined it and he began to work them back and forth in and out of
Nick's willing orifice. They developed a kind of rhythm between them and
soon, the grunting encouragement of the stranger was prompting moans and
slight animal sounds from my son.
            "Oh yeah, you're ready for cock aren't you, Nick?"
            "Yes! Oh yes! I'm ready for that cock."
            Taking his fingers slowly out of my boy's butt, Reeves reached
up and took hold of Nick's waist, pulling him backward and catching him in
his arms. Like some gay version of Rhett Butler, I watched Reeves take Nick
back toward the stairs, kissing him deeply. Nick's hands tangled in the
man's dark hair and it was then that I realized that the "CAT" hat had been
discarded. When had that happened? Following the two of them, I marveled at
how wrapped up in this I'd been. The stairs came one at a time and I
watched the muscled man's ass twitch in his khaki shorts, my cock bobbing
like a dog watching a bone as I followed.
            "Where do you want it, Nick?" Reeves asked as he reached the
top of the stairs.
            "To the right." Nick said and the man who held him followed his
directions.
            We came to what had been my study and it was clear why Nick
chose this room.
            "Good boy." Reeves said quietly as he saw the bay window and
its cushioned seat. "That's going to do nice."
            Letting Nick stand, Reeves went to look out of the window,
parting the sheer curtains with a finger. Looking around, he turned back to
us and smiled. Nick was standing with his back toward me and I noticed for
the first time the leanness of him. The curve of his beautiful butt and the
muscles in his legs caught my eye for the first time and I had to take in a
breath. The stranger caught this glance and smiled at me.
            "Come here, Nick." Reeves said, standing up on the cushioned
seat.
            Like a robot commanded, my son crossed to the man and stood
there.
            "Unlace my boots, take them off, and pull off my socks." The
man smiled down at him, placing his hands on his hips. "We'll work on what
to do next after we get those out of the way."
            Nick did what he was told and when the man's feet were bare, he
flexed them. He had full feet with rounded, thick toes. My hand slipped
down to my dick and I stroked it slowly as I watched Nick massage and work
these meaty things. The man's feet were some of the sexiest I'd ever
seen. Even from here, I could tell that the stranger took care of his feet,
the nails were manicured and straight across. Nick bent, uncoached, and
brought his full lips to the top of the stranger's bare foot, kissing it
softly. My dick jumped in my hand at this gentle and erotic gesture.
            "Take it in your mouth, Nick." Reeves coaxed a bit. "One toe at
a time."
            Bracing himself on the frame of the window, the man lifted his
foot, allowing Nick to ease the big toe deliciously into his mouth. All
this was at an angle to how I was standing so I got to see it all. Like a
lover, Nick tongued and sucked at the man's toe, slurping and moaning as he
mouthed it. Doing what he was told, he moved slowly from one to the other
until he'd done all five. Switching his stance, the stranger offered his
other foot to my son, who repeated the action fully and with the same
care. In between each digit, he would take a deep breath, no doubt
breathing in the heady scent of the man's nastiness and from the way his
dick jumped, loving it.
            "Boy's a natural." Reeves said to me, nodding down at my son.
            I noticed the thick patches of hair that sprouted from his
exposed pits and my dick drooled at this. He still wore his t-shirt but the
damp circles of sweat were visible and I wondered what this man's sweat
would taste like.
            "I sweat like a whore."
            I looked at Reeves as if he'd read my mind.
            "Maybe if you're good, I'll let you taste it." He told me with
a mischievous smile. "Nick, your dad wants to tongue my pits. You want to
do it too?"
            "Please!" Nick said, bounding to his feet and fixing his gaze
on the same dark patches that I was eying. "Please let me..."
            "Yeah?" Reeves teased, letting his left arm curl up behind his
head while his right arm crossed his chest to tug playfully at his
t-shirt's hem. "You really want to dive into my manfunk? Swab that taster
all up in there?"
            "Oh yeah."
            "Beg me." The man said, a slight swagger to his voice. "Show me
how bad you want it. Get down on your knees and beg to tongue my pits. Come
on over dad so you can watch your boy beg."
            I crossed the room and stood beside Nick as he knelt down on
the floor. I couldn't stop looking at that dark tuft of hair and as Reeves
turned a bit, it became fuller in my line of sight. My mouth watered as I
heard Nick's soft voice, "please let me suck the sweat from your manly
armpit, mister Reeves, sir? Please let me put my mouth in there and taste
your sweat! Please, please?"
            "Show him how to do it, dad." Reeves said, raising his right
arm and offering it to me. "Show baby boy how to suck sweat."
            I stepped up and breathed in the thick musk of dark, hairy
maleness. It was heady and smelled like heaven. The scent was the thickness
of day long labor, soap about thirty two hours ago and the funk of having
your arm folded up for about the same time. I took my time in pressing my
lips to his soft fur, breathing through my nose for the thrill I got with
each lungful of funk. My cock oozed pre-cum as I took him in. My tongue
slipped out and began furrowing through his fur to find the skin and the
sweat on it. Once I found it, I fastened my mouth on it, sucking and
pulling in the remnants of his workday. It was bitter in a sweet way and I
wanted more. My hands held onto him as my mouth worked his pit, sucking,
licking and taking in all of him I could get to!
            "Yeah, dad," Nick urged. "Drink that manjuice from his pit! Do
him good, dad."
            My son's words pushed me deeper into the furry jungle I was
searching. Soon, his armpit was glistening with my spit and I'd cleaned him
completely, his thick scent on my own mustache, easily inhaled. Reeves
chuckled again and told Nick to dig into his left pit like I'd done his
right. To my right, Nick stood and attacked the man with vigor. Watching
him, I watched his slender pink tongue search the way mine had. I watched
him slip his mouth up and into the same dark fur I had. He moaned deep in
his chest again, his hands gripping Reeves' chest and waist to hold himself
to the stranger.
            "Damn, you boys know how to clean a man's pits good!" Reeves
commented heavily. "You guys are the best at it, yet."
            I looked at Nick who stood gazing up at Reeves like he was a
god come down from the heavens. It was slightly amusing. This was probably
the first manly man he'd been with and he was probably just in aw of the
whole experience. Reeves looked down then and bent to touch Nick's lips
with his own. "Take my shorts down, boy." He instructed when the kiss
ended. Nick nodded, almost in a trance, and moved his hands to the opening
of the man's khakis.
            Watching my son, I stroked my cock, seeing the ribbed white of
a jockstrap exposed as the heavy shorts were released and pulled down the
man's hairy legs. The bold white straps that ran from the waist around to
cup a hairy, molded ass caused my mouth to water. Damn this man was hot. He
stepped out of the shorts and Nick tossed them to the floor. Reeves palmed
his package and Nick swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the same place.
            "Can I?" Nick asked softly.
            "Want to?" Responded the stranger, pulling the fabric to the
side, allowing one of the most beautiful cocks I'd ever seen to come into
view. "You have to be easy with him. He's not used to the rough stuff."
            "Okay." Nick said, taking hold of the thing like it was made of
glass. "I will." He said softly as he brought the head of it to his
lips. Slowly, he let the thing slide into his mouth and down his throat,
swallowing as he went.
            "Damn, Nick." Moaned the man. "That's so fucking sweet,
kid...so fucking sweet. That's a nice mouth you have there, boy."
            Nick slid it all into his mouth and let it slide easily out of
it. Tilting his head slightly, he let go of the rod and just let it fill
his mouth again, swallowing as he did. He was expertly throating this man's
meat and I felt my own throb at this sight. I was jealous that it wasn't
mine that my son was taking in his mouth...like he'd done on the
stairs. Never too fast, he let his mouth work a steady rhythm on Reeves'
hardness, much to the man's obvious enjoyment. With tenderness, Nick slid
off the shaft and let it rub along his cheek as he moved his mouth to the
smooth balls that hung below it. Taking each of these jewels into his
mouth, he washed each one with his tongue, sucking off the excess spit with
his more than eager mouth. All the while, Reeves ran his hands along the
tangled mop of red hair and along the parts of Nick's face he could touch.
            "Oh man, dad. This boy of yours has a tender sweet mouth on
him. Really nice, he is. Really nice to a cock."
            I swallowed hard watching Nick make love to this man's
prick. That's what it was, I concluded, watching him move from the head to
the base and back, over and over. Nick was making gentle love to this man's
cock and loving what he was doing. Nick's member bobbed happily, spilling
silvery pre-cum to the floor in a small faucet-like flood. Something seized
me and I stepped over, put my hand to Nick's prick and brought up the
silver stuff to my mouth, tasting his sweetness straight from the
source. As sweet as Reeves' sweat had been, Nick's pre-cum was sweeter by
far. My eyes closed in ecstasy and I reached back for more.
            "Like honey, that boy." Came from above me, penetrating my
haze. "Tastes like honey fresh from the comb."
            I dipped my hand again to Nick's still-leaking cock and brought
my coated finger up to the man who fed my son. He cleaned my finger,
sucking a little harder just for effect. Smiling down at me, he licked his
lips in thanks. His hands still held Nick to his rod, still feeding my son
his manhood, still pleasing him in a way I'd never seen. My boy nursed from
this cock, sucking the head and plumbing the piss slit with his tongue for
the sweetness his lips were now coated with.
            "I think it's time, Nick." Reeves said, easing my boy's face
from his prick.
            "No..." Nick whispered in a voice almost pleading. "Not
yet...let me...suck you more, please?"
            Reeves reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it up and
over his head, tossing it to me. His chest was dark with swirling patches
of fur, dark, quarter-sized nipples crowing the forest. Nick followed this
action and his mouth slipped open. Reeves bent slightly, bending at the
knee and causing his leg muscle to bulge with the movement. As the brownish
tip came within reach, Nick fastened his mouth slowly to it, romantically
taking the nubbin between his lips and then, from the sharp change in
Reeves' face, with his teeth. The hairy man curved his left arm around
Nick's head and held him to his nipple, cooing his pleasure and
encouragement softly and deeply.
            "Nice, boy. Go easy with the teeth, yeah...that's the
boy...suck...bite...yeah..."
            Holding his shirt, I brought it to my nose, breathing deeply
while holding my cock in my other hand, watching Nick mouth this hairy
hunk's chest and chew slightly on him. I began oozing pre-cum to match
Nick's running faucet.
            "Other side." Reeves said softly and Nick dragged his face
through the heavy fur to the other brown crown, fastening his mouth there,
then, and repeating his loving gestures to it. "That's a good boy,
Nick...good boy!"
            For long moments, Nick nursed this man's hot chest. Dragging
his nose through the fur on the man's chest, he moved from side to side,
tonguing and sucking each one of the man's dark brown nipples. Finally,
like he'd done with his cock, Reeves gently pulled Nick's face from his
chest and tilted it up toward him, pressing his lips to those of my son's,
holding his face still for a deep kiss. Their mouths opened and their
tongues tangled with one another, pressing against their cheeks.
            "It's time, Nick." The man said, stepping down off the window
seat and onto the floor, still wearing his jockstrap. "Dad, come over and
sit down." He said to me, indicating the window seat.
            I did what he said, seating myself on the window seat,
spreading my legs to allow my balls some room to breathe. Nick was
maneuvered then, his lean body placed between my legs so that he could rest
his head on my leg, his arms going around my waist. I watched Reeves step
into the "V" of Nick's spread legs and run his hands along the boy's sides
to the curve of his ass. He sighed as he spread the cheeks and admired what
he saw. Leaning forward, he let a long stream of spit fall from his lips to
the hole I knew he saw there. Looking up at me, he stepped up and laid the
head of his prick on my son's smooth boy-crease. He smiled at me, then.
            "Just relax, Nick." He crooned, running his hands along the
boy's sides and back, massaging and rubbing him softly. "I'm going to fuck
you now, boy. That's what you want, isn't it? You want that boy-butt
stuffed hard with my dick, don't you?"
            "Yes..." Nick said, the word drawn out and lustful. He was
telling the truth. He wanted what was about to happen to him. "Yes...put
that prick in my ass. That's what you paid for, isn't it? To fuck me."
            At the "f" word, Nick looked up at me. He'd made a promise to
me to stop saying it. Leaning down, I kissed him again, letting him know
this was a different case than usual. This wasn't the same as him
interjecting it into every sentence, every phrase. This was much different
than all those other things and it was more than okay with me. Slipping his
tongue into my mouth, I sucked on it gently. As my mouth worked against
his, I felt him tense in my arms and heard a slight yelp that was muffled
by me.
            "It's the head, Nick. Slipped the head up into that ass nice
and slow." Reeves said and Nick yelped a little again. "Just relax so I can
slide up all the way."
            Nick pulled back, breaking the kiss. "Are you alright?" I
asked, searching his eyes. He nodded. "You're sure?" He nodded again, his
hands on my legs, his back arched and his eyes locked onto mine. "Breathe,
baby. Take slow, deep breaths and relax your muscles so he can ease into
you."
            "That's a boy." Reeves said behind him, his hands rubbing along
Nick's back and sides still. "Let me in that hot sleeve. Open up and let me
in with my cock."
            "Ouch...oh...dad..." Nick said, his eyebrows arched, his hands
grasping my legs, his face a mask of pain. "It hurts! FUCK but it hurts!"
            "Relax, baby." I said to him, running my hands along the sides
of his face. "Just ease up and relax. Let it ease into you...just relax."
            "Da...uh...oh...daddy..."
            Looking over Nick, I saw Reeves slow his hips and stop. His
hands worked Nick's ass, kneading, massaging, rubbing. Meeting my son's
gaze again, I saw this worked. The pained look lessened and his eyes closed
for a moment. I put my thumb to his lips and he opened his mouth to take it
inside, looking at me while he started to suck on it. My jaw went slack and
I let my mouth fall open. I hadn't expected this. I eased my thumb forward
and he sucked it harder.
            "Try daddy's cock, Nick." Reeves said, his hands still working
my son's body.
            Nick instantly let my thumb go and pushed his head forward and
into the pit of my crotch. A snakelike tongue curled out and over the head,
his lips fastening onto me and a series of whimpering, moaning sounds
issuing from him as he downed my rod like the pro I thought he was. I
gasped and fell back a bit, bracing myself on the window seat. Reeves
pushed forward then and Nick stiffened slightly but didn't stop either the
cock moving forward or the cock in his mouth from going deeper. In fact, he
pushed down farther on me and Reeves pushed farther forward.
            "Hot!" The hairy fucker moaned, the word taking a good twenty
seconds to get out. "That's fucking hot, Nick! I'm almost all the way in."
            Nick whimpered around my cock. I brushed his hair back off his
face, seeing his eyes closed, his mouth fixed on my meat. He pushed
forward, swallowing me finally all the way to the balls. Taking a deep
breath, he didn't move and I knew he was breathing in my pubic scent. As he
dragged his mouth up along my shaft, Nick let out a sound that was
curiously like a moan.
            "Oh yeah, he's taking it. He's taking that big dick like a pro!
That's it, Nick my boy – take that big cock. Let it spread you open."
            Reaching the head of my own cock, he rounded his mouth up over
and off of it, holding it in his hand as my son looked up at me. He smiled
and kissed my head tenderly. I kept my hand on his head, keeping his hair
out of his face.  "I'd love to be able to watch you do this all the time,"
I told him. "I'd love to be able to see your sweet mouth taking my rod and
know you love doing it."
            "As soon as we're done dad," Nick responded, sliding his hand
along me. "I'm getting it cut so you can do just that."
            Replacing his mouth on my cockhead, Nick slid down it, licking
and sucking as he did, driving me nuts with the slowness and care he was
taking. His hand was lifting my ballsac and palming my balls. Whispers of
encouragement came from me as Reeves began to move a bit against him.
            "Oh yeah! I'm going to get my money's worth from this sweet
boy-hole!" The hairy man growled and Nick winced a bit. "Just kept that
hole loose for me boy. Oh yeah baby, that's the way!"
            "Fuck me, Reeves!" Nick snarled back, never letting my cock
fall to my stomach as his hand held me. "Fuck me hard with that man-beater!
Fuck my hole good!"
            Reeves let another dollop of spit fall into Nick's hole and
worked his hips in a circular motion before drawing back to what I thought
was the head. Nick gasped a bit and held my cock still. Watching the
stranger, I knew what he planned to do. "Ready boy? Ready for it?"
            "Fuck yes!" Nick responded bravely, his tone almost convincing
even me. "Plow my asshole, man! Do me deep and do me hard! Get your money's
worth!"
            Reeves slammed forward then, using Nick's hips as leverage. My
son tensed, arched his back and literally screamed with this action. I held
him as best I could but he was squirming a bit. "GODDAMN IT!" He shouted,
his eyes wide. "God-fucking-damn-it, man! That prick is big!"
            The hairy stranger chuckled that trademark sound and Nick
relaxed a bit.
            "Son, are you okay?" I asked, lifting Nick's head. He nodded in
my hand.
            "He's taking old Reeves junior like a real cocksman!"
            "He's fucking...big, dad...but it's...hot to be...so...damned
full!" Nick breathed, his words broken by deep breaths. "God, he's...big!"
            "It's just because that hot hole is so tight, boy." Reeves
responded. "I'm going to loosen you up good – fuck that hole to high
heaven."
            Nick released my cock and grabbed my thighs, his fingers
digging into my flesh. His head rested in the hairy cleft of my chest and I
felt his breath hot on my skin. I inched forward on the window's edge and
held onto him, offering my body for support as Reeves started moving a bit
faster. The man really meant to fuck my son and fuck him hard. Hard fingers
dug into Nick's hips and meaty hands took firm hold of him. Muscled hips
began working back and forth, forcing a thick dick to open my boy up with
each thrust forward. It was bad that this hurt Nick the way his whimpers
told me it did. It was hot as fuck to watch a strange, hairy, brute
ravaging my son's hole this way! My cock was throbbing against my leg,
coating me in pre-cum as it weeped for my boy!
            "Nick, that's the man! Take that prick, boy!"
            "Fuck me, asshole!" Nick retorted. "Fuck that ass, man!"
            "Take me deep, boy-slut!" Reeves shot back, the flat of his
hand slapping Nick's pale ass, reddening the skin immediately! "Eat that
prick with your hole, fucker!"
            "Give it to me!"
            "Feel it in your throat, whore!" Reeves jeered, slapping the
jiggling cheeks again.
            Nick's hands were still gripping my thighs, his head was still
buried in my furry chest, turning his face back and forth, his tongue
grazing me when he'd shoot back his volley of filth toward Reeves. They
were verbally sparring between them, the depth of their filth driving the
hairy brute to fuck Nick harder and to give more pressure to his slaps, as
well. This seemed to be what Nick was going for, antagonizing this man to
plunge deeper into his boy-chute.
            "You fuck like a punk, Reeves! Pound that ass good and make me
feel it in my throat!" Nick groaned, fastening his mouth on my right
nipple. He moaned into me as his teeth grazed me.
            "Oh yeah, daddy's boy! Nurse that man-tit good!"
            Small rivulets of sweat started at the man's temple and ran
deliciously down the side of his face, along his collarbone and into the
deep thicket of hair at his chest and down a mysterious trail along his
stomach to bead onto his pubic bush just moments before being shaken into
the open trench of Nick's gaping hole, I was sure. It was mesmerizing to
watch Reeves sweat. All of the water on his body seemed drawn to the point
at which his cock was thrusting relentlessly into my son. Even the sweet
sweat that clung to the hair on his upper lip dripped from there to land
between my son's battered ass. I wanted to be there, too, thrusting
alongside him into Nick's hot hole. It felt wrong on the outside but
inside, it was what I wanted.
            Again, as if reading my mind, Reeves slowed and looked up at
me, never stopping fully. He looked from me to Nick to the place where he
and my boy were joined and then back to me. His lips parted to reveal
pearly teeth and a wicked grin.
            "You want this?" He asked, looking down temporarily to indicate
Nick's asshole. "You want to put your pole to your boy?"
            My mouth went dry.
            "No, dad..." Nick breathed against me, his mouth releasing my
nipple. "No...don't...do that."
            "I have an extra $500 in my pants pocket, kid." Reeves said,
still fucking. "You let your dad get at this ass and it's all yours."
            I looked down into Nick's face and he winked at me. The little
con artist smiled up at me, his face hidden by the wave of red on his
head. "No, dad...please don't..." He said again, his voice belying the
smile on his face. Looking back up at Reeves, I nodded and moved slowly to
let Nick readjust himself from bracing on my thighs. When I was clear of
him, I rounded my son and looked on as Reeves disengaged himself from my
boy's hot hole. Nick's ass gaped for a moment as if waiting for more to
fill him. I took my place at his opening and let the head of my cock rest
against his pucker.
            "Yeah, do it dad." Reeves urged beside of me. "Slip that meat
to that meatrack!"
            "No, dad..." Nick whined but all I pictured was the smile he'd
slipped me.
            I let the head of my dick slip forward, opening him up. "Fuck!"
I breathed.
            "Yeah – nothing like slick boy-chute, huh, dad?" Reeves kept
on. "Slip on in. He's going to love being deep-dicked by dad!"
            Nick grunted when I inched into him. He continued until I was
buried in his hole and began to work myself into a fuck-rhythm. Reaching
under him, Reeves undoubtedly took Nick's cock and as I fucked, he stroked
and Nick began to whine and moan under us. His body was tensed and he was
bucking back toward me, pleading with me to do what I was doing to him only
harder. I gripped his hips and prepared to do just that. Reeves went to
stand next to where I had been sitting and pulled Nick's head to his
crotch. I t was another hot moment when I saw him push Nick's head back a
bit and slip his thumb into my son's mouth.
            "You know what to do, cock-boy." He sneered down at Nick. "Make
me feel like you made daddy feel. Make me smile, whore-boy."
            Nick latched onto the man's cock and I heard the slurps and
gasps as he began to really work his mouth on the man's rod. Nick's nearest
hand began to work back and forth on the same thing and Reeves began to
thrust his hips in time with the blow he was getting. I took that instant
to match my own thrusts into my son. Holding onto him as the hairy behemoth
had done, I slammed myself into by boy and with each forward thrust, he
grunted/whined and Reeves moaned louder.
            "The boy's ass is directly tied into his mouth!" Barked the
hairy hunk. "Every time you bury that prick in his hole, his mouth sucks
harder. Lay that pipe deep, dad!"
            "Oooooooooh, dad!" Nick moaned around his mouthful of man.
            I really began to pump myself into him, then. Nick's pale skin
was red with the manhandling he'd gotten from Reeves but I added to them,
kneading his flesh with my hands as I fucked him. His body was a rag doll
between my fucking and his mouth-plugging he was getting. He was supporting
himself on one hand as his other hand was working the shaft of the hairy
fucker that fed him.
            "Suck me, boy! You're going to eat that load and not spill a
drop! Fuck this slut boy harder dad! He may not be able to say it but he
wants it! Don't you, whore-boy!"
            Nick moaned from deep inside his being then. His body tensed
again and I really began pouring myself into fucking him. His fleshy ass
jiggled with each movement into him and he was moaning around the cock in
his mouth. Reeves was working him from the front, holding my baby boy by
the long red hair on his head and thrusting his sweaty, hairy, hips toward
the mouth that smiled so sweetly to me a moment ago. This strange man had
given him money to do what he was doing right now and Nick had taken
it. From the sounds he was making, he wasn't doing anything he didn't want
to.
            "OH, GOD, BOY!" Reeves roared, throwing his head back and
fixing his muscular legs in place. "Keep that mouth working, whore-boy! I'm
gonna feed you my creamy load, cocksucker! SUCK it out, fucker! Suck it,
boy!! SUCK MY COOOOCK!"
            His hands went into fists and he held Nick's head still. At
that same time, I felt my own load boil up in my balls and suddenly, I was
spewing it into Nick's gripping hole, seeding him with my creamy cum! I
totally emptied myself into him, letting myself thrust fully into him as I
did. I slipped out of him with the last volley and opted to not enter
again, letting my final few thrusts happen in the cleft of his cheeks. I
oozed the remainder of my load onto his pale skin and was catching my
breath when I heard the meaty slaps of Reeves hips still hitting my son's
lips.
            "Damn," I whispered, wondering what was happening.
            "Goddamn right, damn!" Reeves roared, his voice reverberating
off the walls. "This little cum-slut's not letting go! He's pulling another
load from me! MOTHER-FUCKER, he's pulling another
fucking...uh...GOD...DAMN!"
            Coming around, I stood beside Nick on his other side, watching
him aggressively nursing the second load from this hairy stud. His hand was
firm on the hairy thigh of the stranger and was gripping him hard. Nick's
mouth was almost a blur as he sucked, slurping sounds echoing with Reeves'
moans and growls. It was fucking incredible to see Nick's mouth cave in one
final time as he pulled back on the cock in his mouth and then to hear him
sound that little whimper just before his own moan joined that of his
cock-owner! Reeves roared again, holding tight to Nick's hair. "Don't
swallow, cum-lover!"  He told my boy, leaning down then. "Share with me,
fucker."
            The two kissed then, deep kissed and each of them expressed a
pleasured sound as I was sure that the load Nick had just taken was shared
between the two of them. This went on for a good full minute and a half
before they parted. Nick collapsed fully on the floor, rolling over onto
his side, breathing deeply, his eyes closing.
            "Goddamn, dad." Reeves exclaimed, falling back on the padded
window seat. "That son of your is one mean cocksucker and one hell of a
fuck. He's worth every goddamn dime I paid for him."
            Nick rolled over onto his side and regarded both of us. The
stranger looked at Nick with a widening smile and back to me. I didn't know
what to say to this so I just returned the smile. It was all too surreal,
what had just happened. I'd just fucked my son after a strange, hairy guy
had bought him at our garage sale. Things like that only happen on those
online story sites and even then, it's usually a lie. Things like this
don't happen to people like me and my son.
            "Well, I need to be hitting the streets." Reeves said, standing
and readjusting his jockstrap, reaching for his shorts. Digging into the
pocket, he pulled out the roll of money and glanced at his watch. "Shit,
four and a half hours!" He said, flipping through the promised five hundred
dollars and then adding another hundred. He handed the bills to Nick and
slipped his shorts back on.
            "Too bad you guys are moving." He said, walking toward the
door. "You boys are a hell of a way to spend the day."
            "What's the rush?" Nick asked as the man reached the doorway.
            "I've got two thousand more dollars here," He said as he patted
his pocket. "And that hot little Hispanic kid down the street is selling
all kinds of stuff so you never know what he might be willing to add to the
list for the right price."
            "Do you want your shirt?" I offered.
            "Nah, you keep it. You'll get more use out of than I ever
did. It's not been washed in a week and I've worn it to work every day."
Was the fading response as the hot, sweaty, hairy stranger made his way out
of our room and our house.
            Nick counted through the money. "You know, this is the best
garage sale we've ever had. Think we'll have garage sales like this in
Connecticut?"
            "Somehow son," I told him, standing and going over to him. "I
really doubt that." I finished, leaning down to kiss him gently on the
lips. "I really doubt that."

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