Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2010 08:27:40 -0700 (PDT) From: James Spaulding Subject: Getting Dad Drunk, part 8 ?So, you got a surprise for me?? Ted laughed. ?You got no idea my friend. Why don?t you come on by.? He laughed again and hung up the phone. I could only wonder what the fuck was going on. I knew Ted well enough to know that the tone of his laughter was filled with connotations. I just wasn?t sure what exactly those connotations were. First thought? Ted and Tyler had somehow gotten it on. After all, Ted had told me he was fascinated by his son?s body. But I also knew that Tyler was out with his girlfriend and ? as he always made abundantly clear ? he had every intention of spending as much of the night with her, fucking her brains out. (Tyler was not very romantic.) So, second scenario? I couldn?t come up with one. As I made my way to Ted?s house, I found myself wondering what trick Ted had up his sleeve, what new twist he might bring to our already twisted relationship. There was a car in the driveway, the lights were off in the house., but I could tell there was some light coming from the back yard. The hot tub was empty. But Ted and another guy were sitting on the deck, surrounded by beer bottles. Ted saw me, raised a bottle in my direction, and said, ?Sam, this is Tyler?s best friend. Alex, this is Sam, my mother?s second husband.? Ted?s mom had been married three times. Ted?s dad died when he was four. She married her second husband ? Sam ? when Ted was eight, but divorced him when Ted went away to college. She has since remarried, and her third husband has been the only grandfather Tyler has ever known. No one had ever spoken of Sam. As far as I knew he?d been long gone. Proper behavior took over. I moved over to Sam and we shook hands. Nice firm (and proper) handshake. I sat down next to Ted, waiting for some sort of clue. I didn?t have to wait long. ?Alex, Sam surprised me with a phone call this morning. Said he was in town and wondered if I?d mind seeing him for a few hours.? Sam chimed in. ?Yep, I haven?t seen Ted in years. Occasional phone calls just weren?t cutting it.? ?Sam was pretty much the guy in my life as I was growing up. Taught me all I know about football, car mechanics. You name it. Sam taught me. Hell, I called him Dad. Pretty tough when he left -- disappeared is more like it.? Another raised beer. This time in Sam?s direction. ?But, it seems the evening has come to an end.? ?Ruth made it abundantly clear Sam could spend the night here.? ?She thinks I?ve had too much to drink and doesn?t want me driving back to my hotel room.? Ted laughed. ?Sam, you have had too much to drink.? The two raised their beers. Clinked the bottles. And laughed in unison. ?That?s where you come in, Alex. I?d love it if you?d give Sam a ride back to his hotel. We don?t want to wake Ruth.? He paused. ?You haven?t been drinking, have you?? Both men laughed as if Ted had said something funny. Perplexed. Was I just a designated driver here? I thought for sure Ted had something on his mind when he called ? when I say something, I meant something that involved our cocks and multiple orgasms. Now it seemed like all I was being asked to do was drive his stepfather home. I showed them my keys. ?Sure.? Though as I acquiesced I made certain to show Ted that I was not all too pleased with driving Grandpa home. Ted looked at me and winked. ?Last swallow, Sam.? Both men finished their beers. I got up to make my way back to my car. Both men followed. Ted opened the door for Sam. Waited for Sam to get settled, and closed the door. Only to open the door to the backseat. ?Alex, take us to the Hyatt.? ?You?re coming, too? I thought I was just taking Sam back to his room.? ?You are. But the night is still young. You know I?d never treat Tyler?s best friend like a chauffer. ? He reached over the seat and pulled on my ear lobe. ?Besides, Sam and I haven?t finished catching up.? As I made my way to Sam?s hotel, I began to figure out Ted?s surprise. Obviously, it had to do with Sam. But, as Ted had never spoken of Sam before, I wasn?t sure what Ted was planning. Sure. Sam was a nice looking guy. A little shorter than Ted and me. Somewhere in his mid- to late 60?s I imagined. Full beard. His hair had gone gray and receded along the way. A fan of fingers ? I?m convinced they are a clue to a man?s penis ? I liked Sam?s. Thick. Hairy knuckles. His were man?s hands. And, like his handshake, they seemed firm. But I wasn?t getting any vibes from him. Granted, he and Ted were both pretty smashed. Granted, Sam had said very few words to me. And, granted, I could still have completely misunderstood Ted?s phone call. Still, I was intrigued. And, Ted had given me a wink. A few blocks from the hotel, Ted told me to pull into a 711. ?No need to end the party, right guys?? Sam and I watched as he entered the store. ?So, Ted tells me you?re quite a swimmer.? ?Yeah, captain this year. Hoping to continue in college.? ?I swim every day.? I looked at Sam with slightly different eyes. He?s a swimmer? Sure enough, though his clothes were relatively loose, I could see the suggestions of a solid body, a healthy body. ?Best exercise I know of.? ?Yep. So how long are you visiting?? ?Oh, I just came in to see Ted. I guess how long I stay depends a little on how long he wants me to stay. Haven?t seen the guy in twenty some years. Always thought of him as a son. And then his mom and I ended the marriage and I was asked to leave.? ?Must have been tough.? ?It was. I wanted to stay a part of Ted?s life. But he went to college. I moved to California. And ours soon became a long distance relationship.? He paused. ?It was tough. His mom was pretty down on me. She wouldn?t let him invite me to his wedding or anything.? For a while we watched Ted purchase a twelve pack of beer. ?I just started thinking he?s old enough to see me on his own terms. Hell, he?s been old enough for quite some time. So I called him and he seemed pleased as punch to have me come visit. It?s been great meeting Ruth and the kids. It seems clear he?s got a good friend in you.? I laughed. ?I?ve known Mr. Elliot all of my life. At least the last ten years.? ?A kid as young as you, I guess ten years does seem like most of your life.? He looked at me. ?Ted and I?ve had a great day. I was really pleased to know he didn?t want the night to end too soon. You sure you don?t mind driving me back to the hotel?? ?No. I had nothing better to do.? ?Ted seems to think you won?t mind having a beer or two with us, even.? I laughed. Yep. Ted was setting something up. Wasn?t just the chauffer. I was also one of the boys. Ten minutes later we were in Sam?s hotel room. Beers were passed around, shoes were kicked off, shirts loosened, and we started shooting the shit. Sam sat on his bed. Ted on the other. I sat on the armchair. Clearly, Sam and Ted were on their way to a happy place. Nicely drunk. Loosely drunk. After a few minutes of welcoming small talk, Ted and Sam clearly were ready to reflect on the last twenty years. Sam looked at Ted. Took a long drink of his beer. Set it down on the bedside table. ?I hated how quickly I had to leave you, Ted. But, your mom, she made it pretty clear to me that I had to leave immediately. She was none to happy with me. ? Sam laughed. Shook his head. ?As a matter of fact, she?s still not too happy with me. I got a feeling she?ll never forgive me.? Ted laughed, too. Nodded at Sam. ?You got that right. She still won?t talk about you. Clearly the kids were pretty surprised to meet Grandma?s other husband. They didn?t seem to have a clue as to who you were.? Clearly there was a story. Clearly Sam had done something pretty bad. If I was to be participant in this conversation, I figure I better start asking some questions. A little more silence. A few more swallows of beer. ?You must have done something pretty bad, Sam. I mean, I know Mr. Elliot?s mom. She doesn?t seem to have a mean bone in her body.? Ted chimed in. ?Oh, it was bad Alex.? He laughed. ?I just never knew how bad.? Lots of laughter surrounding a pretty serious subject. ?What?d Sam do?? Ted looked at Sam. ?You want to tell him, or should I?? ?You waited twenty odd years to hear the story, Ted. You sure seem eager to share it. Go ahead. I just don?t want Alex here to think less of me.? Ted laughed. Patted my thigh. ?I don?t think you have to worry about that, Sam.? Sam leaned back on his bed, waiting to here Ted tell his story. ?See, Alex. My mom caught Sam with someone else. Always figured that part out. But Sam told me who that someone was tonight. That part of the story was pretty surprising.? A pause for a bit of beer. ?You see, Mom?s best friend caught Sam in bed with her son.? Ted laughed. ?Sam was fucking a sixteen year old boy. ? ?A very willing sixteen year old boy. He made the first moves. Hell, the kid claimed he?d given his father a blow job.? Sam chimed in. It was almost too much. Like stepfather like stepson. I wonder how much Sam knew about Ted and me. ?So Mom made Sam disappear fast. I think she was worried about her own young buck.? Ted laughed. ?But Sam was such a man?s man, such a good stepfather, I can tell you right now. I had no idea. No idea at all.? Ted shook his head. Looked at Sam. ?I?m still pretty surprised, Sam.? ?Surprised I can take. Disgust would be another thing. You took it pretty well today, Ted.? ?I think the manhattans before dinner and the beers during your confession might have had something to do with that.? Ted finished his beer. ?Speaking of beer, come on guys. I don?t want to be the only one drinking here.? Clearly he wasn?t. We were all ready for another. As Ted got up for he next round of beers, I noticed him adjusting himself. Clearly, he was sporting some wood. He raised his bottle. ?To the three of us.? I had to stand to click bottles, and as I did, Ted motioned to the bed. ?Come on. Sit next to me, Alex. You?re pretty far away over in that chair.? I needed no prodding. Soon I was comfortably reclined next to Ted. We were silent for a while. Sam cleared his throat. ?So Alex, I figure you?ve figured out what?s going on here.? I hoped I had. But sometimes its fun playing na‹ve, especially when you?re being seduced by a man older than your father. I shrugged my shoulders. ?Actually, I?m not sure. Though I figure I?m no longer the designated driver.? Ted and Sam laughed. ?As soon as Sam told me about his experience with Eunice?s son, I told him about us. I didn?t want him thinking he was the only member of the family with a secret.? I nodded. ?After a while, I figured I?d like to introduce you to someone as my ?special friend.?? Ted actually put air quotes around the phrase. His ?special friend.? After the air quotes, his hand rested on my thigh. Damn close to the boner that filled my pants. Sam sat up. Looked over at us. His gaze moved to my crotch. ?Looks like your friend has a friend in his shorts.? He laughed. And Ted reached for my cock. Squeezed. Obviously pleased to know that I was more than willing to participate in whatever he had up his sleeves. Ted spoke first. ?So?? Sam followed with his own syllable. ?Yep? I didn?t need to speak. I knew what was expected of one of us. Without hesitation my hands moved to my zipper. As I undid my pants, and released my inches, Sam moved closer, eager to get his first view. ?Whoah! What it is with kids these days, Ted? They got boners that just won?t stop.? ?Tell me about it.? Pleased with their admiration. I stood up from the bed and removed all my clothes. Slowly enough to titillate. Slowly enough to get Sam even more worked up. Ted, I knew was as horned as he had ever been. I stood between the two men. Both were sitting on the edge of their beds, hands rubbing their obvious erections. Ted was the first to move. His hands stroked my chest. His fingers tugged at the hairs that moved from my navel to my crotch. I knew he loved my treasure trail. The tug was one of his favorite gestures of affection. Sam made his first move. Tentatively touching my ass. ?Damn,? I heard his whisper, as both of his hands moved to my ass, separating my ass cheeks, giving him his first view of my boy hole. He moved to smell me. Breathing in deeply. Exhaling with pleasure. ?Boy cunt. Love the smell of boy cunt.? Ted had taken control of my cock. Swallowing it. Doing his best to take all of me into the warm, wet spaces of his mouth. As often as we had been together, I was still amazed at the sight of my thick cock sliding between his lips. Each time he swallowed me, he seemed to enjoy himself more than the last. As if every time we were together he grew that much more comfortable with the fact he was fucking his son?s best friend and that much more comfortable with the size of my cock. I no longer felt his teeth scrape my cock. All was warm, wet, and slick. I pulled my cock from his mouth. Moved it away. Teasing him. His tongue stuck out, licking as much of my cock as it could reach. Sam?s hands had a firmer hold on my ass. I heard him shift on his bed. Once again his hand separated my ass cheeks. This time they stayed separated as his tongue entered my crack. One man in the front. The other in the back. Clearly, I was feeling good. The moans that escaped my mouth broke the silence. Ted?s mouth moved from my cock. ?Sam, are you comfortable back there?? Sam mumbled something that sound like ?fuuuuck?? as his mouth refused to leave my ass crack. Ted stood up. It was his turn to take his clothes off. After all these months, I still found his body incredibly hot. Still loved his solid chest, covered in dark hair. Still loved the sight of his firm ass, also covered in dark hair. His cock was fully erect, clearly dripping pre-cum. He sat on the bed. I bent over. Certain to give Sam easy access to my ass, but equally certain to give Ted the blow job he so badly wanted to receive, and I so badly wanted to give. The first few minutes swallowing Ted?s rod is always a treat. His cock, so slick with pre-cum, tastes so good, so rich with expectation. As I savored my best friend?s father?s cock, his stepfather removed himself from my ass. Though his hands still played with my already lubed hole, his real attention had moved to his grown-up stepson. ?Shit, Ted.? Ted?s gave left me and moved to Sam. He smiled. ?You like, Sam?? I could hear Sam struggle to remove his clothes, as if shedding them as quickly as possible were the only way he could continue romping in our most indecent m‚nage a trio. I stopped sucking Ted?s cock. And moved aside, allowing Ted and Sam their first chance to admire each other?s body. My first reaction also made me laugh. These two men were so horned up, so caught up in this once unimagined scenario, that their faces told the most intense story. I had a feeling I was going to be unimportant in a matter of time. Sam?s swimming had paid off. His body was firm. Nicely proportioned. His cock, as hard as the other cocks in the room, stuck out from a nice bush of graying hair. Like Ted, Sam had a hairy chest. His was also tinged with gray. Odd, as intense as their faces, neither man seemed to know what to do. Ted spoke first. ?Shit. It?s been so long. And now?? He didn?t complete his sentence. Sam just nodded. Slowly his hand moved to Ted?s face. His hand stroked his cheeks. Moved to his lips. Tenderly. Touching the man he had raised as his own son. He moved closer to Ted. The men kissed. First kisses were gentle. Soft groans left Ted?s throat. Clearly, these men knew how to kiss. Each tongue eager to explore the other man?s mouth. Their hands soon betrayed their eagerness. Ted pulled Sam closer to him. Sam?s hand reached for Ted?s cock, once again covered in pre-cum. I watched as Sam?s mouth moved from his stepson?s lips. His tongue worked on Ted?s nipples. Sucking. Biting. Making Ted squirm with pleasure and anticipation. He knew where Sam?s mouth would soon be. I sat on the bed. Ted?s head between my knees. And watched as Sam?s tongue licked Ted?s piss slit, clearly savoring the pre-cum I too had savored. Both Ted and I watched as the older man, the man who raised Ted, began to move his mouth around Ted?s thick meat. Sam?s eyes met Ted?s and clearly liked what they saw. As his mouth began to work its way down Ted?s shaft, his right hand moved to Ted?s mouth. Ted eagerly sucked the thick fingers, groaning, moving his hips so as to give Sam even more of his cock. Sam obliged, deep-throating his grown stepson?s cock like a man who?d had his fair share of cock in the past. Easily swallowing Ted?s cock, Sam clearly savored every inch. Occasionally stopping at the base, mouth surrounded by Ted?s crotch hair, Sam never gagged. My hands moved to Ted?s tits. I pulled, adding a bit of pain to the pleasure he was receiving as Sam continued moving his head up and down. Ted was clearly losing himself in the moment. Writhing on the bed. His right hand moved to Sam?s head, caressing his gray hairs. His left hand moved to my cock, pulling it towards his mouth. Rather than manipulate my cock so it could slide into his mouth, Ted?s tongue moved to my balls. He began sucking on my ball sack. I moved forward, giving him the opportunity to lick my hole. Obviously, Sam was watching. Though his hand continued to stroke Ted?s spit-slick cock, his mouth moved to Ted?s hairy ass. Burying his face in Ted?s cheeks, Sam clearly was an expert ass man. His tongue (and beard) worked Ted into a frenzy. Though I had rimmed Ted. Even inserted a few of my fingers in his hole. I had never fucked him. It seemed the last taboo, a line Ted had drawn silently early in our relationship. But as Sam worked Ted?s ass over. First with his tongue, then with his tongue and thick fingers, Ted moaned with intense pleasure. The moans soon formed words. ?Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me?? Though his tongue continued its work, Sam?s eyes once again met Ted?s, silently asking if he had heard correctly. Ted moaned. ?Fuck me, Dad. I want you inside of me?? Sam got up. Looked at me. Gestured towards Ted?s crotch. ?Take over for me, Alex. Keep that hole nice and loose.? I needed no urging. My spit soon joined Sam?s spit. My tongue and fingers worked to loosen Ted?s sphincter, readying him for his stepfather?s seven thick inches. Sam returned quickly, a bottle of lube in his hands. Ted and I both watched as he worked the lube over his cock, watching it shine in the room?s dim light. I moved from Ted?s crotch, and returned to my place on the bed, knelt, with Ted?s head once again between my knees. Ted?s arms wound their way through my knees, pulling me closer, as if to make me as much a part of his first fuck as possible. Without any prompting, Ted shifted his body, presenting his ass to his stepfather, ready to receive his first cock. Sam?s fingers applied lube to Ted?s ass. They continued to enter his hole, loosening it as much as possible, preparing it for penetration. ?Put it in me, Sam. Shove that fucker deep inside of me.? He paused. ?Please, Sam.? Sam continued to loosen Ted?s hole. Staring into his stepson?s eyes. ?Please. Dad. Please fuck me.? And with those words filling the room, Sam stood, positioned his cock in front of Ted?s asshole, and began to enter his stepson. I was transfixed, watching Sam?s raw cock pierce Ted?s virgin hole. It wasn?t an easy task. But Sam was diligent. And Ted clearly wanted to be fucked. Finally, Sam began to make headway, his cock-head firmly planted inside of Ted. Ted groaned. Gasped. But if he was feeling any pain, it could not compete with his obvious pleasure. As more of Sam?s cock entered Ted, Ted?s grip on my legs tightened. Sam had been completely focused on entering his stepson?s ass. Once half of his erection was inside Ted, firmly planted, he looked at Ted once again, his hands reaching for Ted?s hairy chest, massaging his tits. ?How does that feel, Teddy?? ?Like fuck. Keep it up. Fuck me. ? Sam listened and moved deeper. After a few more seconds of penetration. Followed immediately by a few intense moans. Sam was inside Ted, all of his inches completely planted inside his stepson?s ass. He continued to look into Ted?s eyes. Waiting. Doing his best to read Ted?s wishes. Ted?s right arm left my leg, reached for Sam, pulling him even closer. ?Fuck me, Dad. Hard.? The message clear, Sam began to move, revealing only a few inches of his shaft, before moving back into Ted. His rhythm tentative at first. Not wanting to pull completely out. Sam moved slowly, giving Ted a chance to feel each of his thrusts. Sam?s right hand, still slick with the lube he had applied to Ted?s ass, had moved to Ted?s cock. I could only admire the intense masculinity of both men. Solid bodies. Hairy bodies. Ted?s thick cock wrapped in Sam?s thick fingers. The older man?s hefty cock deep inside the younger man?s firm ass. ?You ready for a rougher ride, Son?? Ted could only mumble his assent. He had pulled my fingers into his mouth. Intermittently biting them as he was overwhelmed by the intensity of his first fuck. Sam picked up speed. All of his inches at work, moving out from Ted?s anal depths, then back in, his thrusts became powerful enough to move Ted, to even move the bed. He used both hands to pull Ted closer to him, to allow his cock to go as deeply as possible. As his fuck picked up speed, his cock slid out of Ted?s hole. Each subsequent entry became easier. Soon it was obvious Ted loved the intensity of reentry. His body, writhing on the bed, communicating the pleasure he felt as the man he called Dad pierced him over and over again. ?Fuck, Teddy, you?re gonna make me cum.? Again Ted mumbled. Again it was his assent. Sam?s fuck picked up speed. Sliding his inches deep inside his stepson, his own moans telling us he was close to orgasm. Pulling Ted closer to him, he stopped moving. His body quivered. His cock obviously depositing its load deep inside of Ted. ?I can feel it. I can feel your cum inside of me.? Ted?s voice a combined moan of pleasure and laugh of satisfaction. ?I bet you can, Teddy.? Sam?s right hand caressed Ted?s face. ?If you don?t mind, I?d like to go a little longer. You got one tight ass, Son.? Sam started fucking Ted again. Only now, as his cock slid out of Ted?s hole, it was cum covered. A new slick had replaced the lube. After a few more minutes, Sam pulled out of Ted and bent down to his face. The two men began a long kiss. Ted pulled Sam to him. The two men rolled on the bed. Then Sam looked at me. ?Alex, you ready for Ted?s ass?? Fuck was I ready. I looked at Ted. He looked at me. His hand moved to my cock. He squeezed. ?It?s all ready for you, buddy.? As I moved to position myself, Sam gave me the lube. ?You won?t need much of this, it?s still pretty slick.? As I applied lube to my boner, Ted moved. His was still firmly exposed, but he had moved to all fours. ?Gonna be doggy style, Ted?? ?Uh-huh. And Sam?s gonna fuck my face as you fuck my ass. Got that guys?? Sam could laugh. He had already cum. I had to control myself. Just the thought of this m‚nage a trio was enough to make me cum. To actually participate. To actually fuck Ted while his stepfather was fucking his face... I was afraid I would shoot even before I had fully entered him. Watching Sam position his cock before Ted?s face, watching Ted swallow his stepfather?s inches, was at once hot enough to create a most intense of urgency. I needed to participate. I needed to enter Ted. Having already watched Sam pierce Ted?s virgin-tight hole, I knew I needed to take my time. I was so hard ? so fucking hard ? it was not difficult to enter Ted. His tight sphincter was no match for my erect cock. Still, I didn?t want to hurt Ted. I planned to go slower. Giving myself an opportunity to feel the muscles of Ted?s ass wrap around my cock. Giving myself a chance to enjoy the sight of my teenage cock, all eight inches of it, entering Ted?s hairy manhole. Both hands on Ted?s ass cheeks, I slowly entered him. My plans were quickly forgotten. His ass was tight, slick and warm with his stepfather?s cum. And I had wanted to fuck Ted for so long. To make him feel me deep inside of him. To make him feel the pleasure and the pain of anal penetration. To feel the power that comes from fucking a man. I didn?t give Ted much of a chance to adjust to my longer cock. I was soon deep inside of him, and, in a manner of seconds, all of my eight inches were moving out of Ted and then quickly back in. Ted?s hole was sufficiently loosened. There was no difficulty entering his ass. I savored the view. His hairy ass cheeks surrounded my shaft. His ball sack bounced with each of my thrusts. Again, Ted?s pleasure was obvious. As was Sam?s: his cock had never grown soft. All of his hard inches were firmly fucking Ted?s mouth. I watched as Ted turned his head. Looked at me. ?Fuck, Alex. Give my your boy cum.? I watched as Sam?s hands forced Ted?s mouth back onto his cock. With those words, there was no holding back. My seed filled Ted?s hole. Never before had I felt each spasm of orgasm as intensely as I did this time. I felt my cock expand with each deposit. And, fuck did I deposit. I kept fucking Ted as my cock exploded, my fuck seemed timed with each burst of cum. My body slowly stopped shuddering. The orgasm finished. ?If you?re done back there boy, why don?t you come up here and help Teddy finish me off.? I needed no more urging. Soon Ted and I were both working on Sam?s cock. With one hand on each of our heads, Sam was clearly in control. Ted and I willingly gave in. Ted and I happily kissed one another, even as we greedily worked to bring Sam to his second orgasm of the night. ?That?s it boys. Work Daddy?s cock.? After a while Ted sat back and watched me swallow Sam?s cock. Both men had their hands on my head. Both forced me to keep swallowing, to keep moving up and down Sam?s seven-inch dick. Finally, Sam pulled his cock from my mouth. His own hand began to move up and down his spit-slick shaft. ?You want my cum, boys?? Ted and I opened our mouths, our tongues extended ready to accept the older man?s second load of the night. As was right, Ted received his stepfather?s first shot. I watched as Sam?s semen landed on his stepson?s tongue. I felt Sam?s hand on my head, moving me so I could receive his second shot. I swallowed Sam?s daddy cum. Ted would not be denied and squeezed the last drops from Sam?s cock. He then pulled me toward him. Our deep kisses tasted like the older man?s semen. The older man?s cock ? still at attention ? entered our mouths once again, and our semen slick tongues savored every inch. ?The way I see it, Teddy-Boy still hasn?t cum.? Sam?s words interrupted our worship of his cock. ?And, the way I see it, I still haven?t been fucked.? Sam looked at Ted. ?You wanna fuck me, Boy?? Ted stood. His cock so hard no words needed to be spoken. His hands moved to Sam?s shoulders, manipulating the older man into the position Ted liked using best, doggy style. On his knees, Sam turned around to look at the man he helped raise. ?You better fuck me like a man, Ted. Good and hard.? Of course Ted needed know such direction. He always fucked like a man. Once he grew used to fucking his son?s best friend, he never played nice when it came to filling my hole. As he prepared his cock to enter his stepfather?s ass, the intensity of his gaze, the grip on his thick cock, clearly indicated Sam was in for the ride of his life. I watched as Ted lubed his cock, then moved his lube-slick fingers inside Sam. Sam moaned as Ted probed the hole he was preparing to fuck. As he added a finger to his probe, Sam?s moans increased in there intensity even as he moved his ass to make it even more accessible to Ted?s hand. I watched, amazed as more and more of Ted?s hand worked its way into his stepfather?s ass. ?You ready, Sam? You ready for my raw cock?? Sam?s only response was a thrust of his ass, clearly meant to urge Ted on. No sooner had Ted removed his hand from Sam?s ass, than his cock was inside his loosened hole. I watched as Ted fucked Sam hard, so hard Sam moaned continuously, the bed rocked with a rhythm that had to have echoed in the room next door. I saw an urgency in Ted?s fuck that I had never seen before. As Ted almost always took me from behind, allowing for easiest access, I rarely saw the raw passion that fueled is remarkable ability to fuck so hard, for so long. I rarely looked in his eyes to see the complete lack of inhibition that I now saw. There he was. A father of three. Married to the same woman for over twenty years. As I watched him fuck the man who had helped raise him, I saw into the mind of my best friend?s father, the man who had been fucking me for months, for the first time. Clearly, so much of Ted was controlled by the roles he played ? father, husband, businessman. Watching him fuck Sam, seeing the dark impulses that fueled the rapid movement of his hips, the quick rhythm of his cock, I saw the animal passion that surely must exist in all men. I knew that alcohol offered an excuse, a loosening, that over time allowed any man to do what Ted was now doing with such relish. Any man could overcome his inhibitions when offered the opportunity to fuck without any perceived obstructions. And as Ted finished his fuck, filling his stepfather?s ass with his semen, he pulled me toward him. Our kiss was as intense as the fuck he had just administered. Both were raw. Both were filled with explosions of passion that were so alien to the man I had known for most of my life. The man who had been just my best friend?s father, had now proved himself a beast, a beast finally willing to offer his ass to another man?s cock. A man willing to break long enforced taboos. He had been fucked by the man who raised him. He had fucked him in turn. And when he was finished, his kiss left his son?s best friend gasping. Ted was a changed man. Our night wasn?t over. We finished our beer. Enjoyed each other?s bodies. I had a turn as the center of both men?s attention, used in a way I had never been used before. I too lost myself in the moment, gave into the primal urges that always fueled my most private masturbatory fantasies. At one point in the evening, I begged Ted and Sam to double fuck me, wanting them both inside of me, wanting to feel the intensity of both thick cocks stretching my boy hole. Though they tried, though they clearly wanted to share what I offered, we couldn?t do it. In the end, I?m certain I swallowed more cum in that one evening than I had swallowed before. I knew I was a cum pig. But as I watched Ted swallow his fair share of semen. As I watched his ass get filled once more by his stepfather?s cock. I knew he was a fellow cum pig. I knew our relationship had changed. I knew the Ted had crossed a line, perhaps a line as significant as the one he crossed the first night he gave me his seed in his hot tub. Ted was willing to do anything. And that, was going to be a good thing . . . As I got home well past my curfew, I was not so keen to discover a light on in the living room. I tried my best to be quiet as I entered the house. I failed. ?Is that you Alex?? It was Dad. I entered his den with an apology on my lips. ?Yeah? I?m sorry I?? But the apology stopped midsentence. Dad was sitting on his easy chair. In his t-shirt and boxer shorts. More than a few bottles of beer surrounded him. ?Hey, Bud. Would you get me another beer?? I nodded, making my way to the kitchen. ?Why don?t you get yourself one while you?re at it??