Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2019 12:24:41 +0000 From: Derek HERFORTH Subject: His sperm-donor Dad 3 His sperm-donor Dad – Chapter 3 Feedback in good faith, positive or otherwise, will be gratefully received. I'm almost as interested in the attitudes that underlie erotica as in the erotica itself. Dear fans of Nifty, If you are not submitting stories for publication here, might you not contribute in another form? It does not take a lot, guys, to keep us going ... If the site affords you pleasure, why not support it, even if only $lightly? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Characters: Nick: first-person narrator, mid-40s; actively bi when younger, now tending strongly towards mm, top; three-time sperm donor when in his 30s Paul: 25, Nick's Aussie boyfriend Kent: 15, Nick's younger son, via sperm donation; seduced at 13 by an adult black top, leading early to powerful anal tendencies Clyde: 18, Aussie high school student, Kent's new boyfriend Time: 2008 Place: Sydney, Australia Chap I, posted 27 03 19: Brief mf background events at very outset. Recruited for his superior genes, narrator performs as a direct sperm-donor, siring on two young Asian females, each with a much older, impotent white hubby. Result: one daughter, two sons, none reared by the bio-Dad. (No further mf.) Younger son grows up gay, is seduced at 13 by an adult black top, leading early to powerful anal tendencies. Boy then comes out to his donor Dad, under interesting circumstances. In son's absence, son's boyfriend (18, hung top) takes Dad to bed, mounts him. [Highly sexual dialog, sexual situations, some suggesting various sex-acts, rather than depicting them directly -- fun to write!] Chap 2 (version 2: revised, with much sexual dialog, erotic reverie): Nick meditates on what's happened: he's let his son's young stud of a boyfriend mount him, even though he hasn't bottomed himself in years. How is this going to work out in the end, both Dad and son sleeping with the same top, so far only separately? Clyde returns from the gym, to mount Nick one last time before Kent gets back from his school excursion. Together, Nick and Clyde strategize with the aim of bringing young bottom Kent into play with both of them – his own bio-Dad, Nick, and his huge 18 y/o top boyfriend – who's already planning to take charge of the (w)hole operation, having the Dad mount his own son, while he, Clyde, watches, and then mounts the two of them himself. Chapter 3: Background Dad Nick has let his son's very well-endowed boyfriend, Clyde, mount him a number of times while the son, Kent, is away on a four-day school excursion. The newly connected pair, Nick (45) and Clyde (18), is now faced with working out how to bring young Kent into their sexual playground without arousing too much jealousy in the lad. Kent (15) is already deeply infatuated with Clyde's enormous penis, and has been getting himself mounted by the older teen almost daily for several weeks, since they first met at school. He's totally addicted to Clyde and what he can do, in other words. Thus, seducing the young lad into a threesome involving his beloved boyfriend and, for the first time, his own bio-Dad, may turn out to be a somewhat delicate operation. But one aspect of the situation is almost certainly on the side of the two older males: Kent knows that his Dad, Nick, is also a practicing top, with a younger boyfriend, Paul (25), who comes round to the house often to `catch up' with Nick, in his bedroom. This dynamic does not fail to interest and impress the son intensely, in a deeply sexual, rather taboo way, if truth be told. Kent is not eager simply to make just another fellow bottom-buddy in Paul, in other words. As a totally committed bottom, he's powerfully drawn to the idea of his own bio-Dad as a top, partly because of what he's heard from Paul about his Dad's prowess. At 18, as a gonad-driven teen-Alpha, Clyde is unlikely to remain unaware of the frequent presence around the same house of yet another bottom, a young man he has yet to get himself into. His intuitions as a knowing top have already suggested strongly to him that Paul, whom he's only met briefly, is undoubtedly a bottom, and perhaps a rather willing one. Since conceiving those early intuitions, he's managed to learn from Kent this and that arousing detail about Paul and his bottoming quirks. Clyde's ultimate goal is to have each of these three males submit, as bottom, to his exclusive mastery, thereby getting a small-scale "domestic stable" up and running for himself, to help sate his prodigious sexual needs. His first aim is to play with the father-son pair, having Nick mount his own boy before he fucks them both; then, at a somewhat later date, he'll make his way into son, Dad, and Dad's boyfriend, in a family-tainted foursome. He intends to retain total, unrestricted access to each of the three bottoms whenever he requires sexual attention. Before long, he will move out from his Mom's place to join Nick, Kent and frequent visitor, Paul, in Nick's home. He will be in full command there, as Cock of the Roost, before he even graduates high school. ... We're getting ahead of our story in the present chapter, however. This installment details Kent's reunion with Clyde when the younger bottom-boy returns home after a long weekend away. Over that weekend, both Nick, Kent's bio-Dad, and Clyde have been pretty busy: Clyde and Nick with each other, and Clyde, additionally, with a former fuck-boy who just happens to be in town for a few days. Kent arrives home at 6pm Monday evening from his four-day school excursion. He's not been with Clyde since Friday morning, just before the bus departed the school, when the two boys enjoyed a quickie in a secret corner of the campus known to and often exploited by Clyde. Kent is now ravenous to have Clyde again, after a three-and-a-half day hiatus. Chapter 3: "Welcome home, Kent!", hugging my son warmly. "How did the excursion go? Have a good time?" He hugs me back, extra warmly, almost passionately, as if he's really missed, is very hungry for male body contact, even with just his own Dad. "It was great, Dad, thanks. We experienced so much, especially me, as a non-Aussie – real steep learning curve! But, I did get plenty of help from classmates with lots of stuff they already know way better than me about their political system ... wow! I'm pretty exhausted, at least in the brain-sense." "I'll want to hear lots more detail in the very near future. But if you're tired, maybe you need a shower?" "I feel I do, Dad; do need to get cleaned up, and then call Clyde." "I bet he's waiting to hear from you. Why not call him first?" "Good idea; will do that now." Kent retires to his room, freshened up big-time by me just an hour or so ago, after Clyde and I had used it repeatedly over the weekend. At Clyde's insistence, the two of us had shared Kent's bed – just not with its regular occupant! – five times between Saturday afternoon and Monday morning, messing it up pretty effectively, leaving our odors, among other things, all over. After Clyde left late this morning for the gym, I'd stripped the bed, then opened all the windows to let the whole place air out for several hours well into the afternoon. It had all been put back together, anew, about an hour before Kent showed up. [Clyde had, by the way, refused to have me in my own bed. "I want you in the same bed where I've enjoyed your own son so many times already! Reserve your bed for your fuck-bud Paul, ok?"] My son emerges a couple minutes later to thank me for straightening up his room, changing the sheets, pillow cases ... "I know I left it in a real mess, Dad, so thanks! Clyde says he'll be there in thirty minutes to shower with me. He even asked me to hold off on my shower until he can get here," smiling. I smile too, knowing Kent is counting on getting himself fucked almost immediately in the shower, most likely ahead of a more laid-back, second mounting in his room afterwards. Neither boy, their rampant teen gonads raging, is going to be in the least bit capable of postponing a preliminary fuck until after they've showered – no way! But, because of Clyde's openness with me over the weekend, I know he will be coming over to catch-up with Kent straight from spending the entire afternoon with Chris, a young, former fuck-mate who's been in Sydney for the long weekend. And today will be the second time Chris has been with Clyde since Kent left on Friday. Clyde's assured me, though, that he'll be "totally up for Kent" this evening after he's "all done with Chris" in the afternoon. I find that kind of drive incredibly hot, especially in an extraordinarily well-endowed 18 year-old, and wonder whether this will be the first time Clyde's gotten himself into two young bottoms on the same day. What I can't be at all sure of is whether Kent would admire such behavior in Clyde quite as much as I clearly do! I decide I won't let on about what I know, unless Kent seems super-randy about seeing Clyde as soon as possible, presents to me as wanting to see Clyde no matter what, under any circumstances. "I'm so eager to see Clyde, Dad, I need to spend some time in the bathroom getting myself ready for him." "Sure, son; I can understand how you want to be completely ready." "I do; I'm dying for him to come here, to me, Dad, no matter what, even if it's fresh from being with another boy." "Why makes you say that, Kent? ... Do you have any reason to believe ... ?" "Kind of, Dad; but above and beyond what he's just told me, I also know his needs, and that I've been away, so unable to fulfill them. Actually, he did mention something like that on the phone just now, like he's been spending the afternoon with someone, but is still more than ready to see me." "Hmm, so you don't mind so much that he might occasionally see other boys, I mean sexually?" "No, Dad, I don't; especially when I'm out of town. I know his needs, and they can be hugely demanding." "Yes, I guess you would know that by now, be familiar with what he expects from a bottom boy. That's a good thing, Kent, because he did actually mention to me a certain Chris who's been back in Sydney this weekend." "What reason did he have to tell you about his Chris, Dad?" "Well, we were chatting over lunch here on Saturday. He called to say `hello' to his boyfriend's Dad, and I invited him over for lunch. I thought it was a very nice gesture on his part, wanting to get to know me better." "I see, that's great! But you ended up talking about Chris?" "We did a bit, yeah. Chris is someone he's known longer than he's known you, us, Kent. I got the impression the two of them have been rather close, since Chris was 13; that's when Clyde first had him." "Lucky boy! You probably know more about him than I do, Dad, but Chris now lives in Melbourne, with his parents, right?" "That's correct; so you've heard of him as well?" "Only just now, from what Clyde told me on the phone." "I see; so you do know Clyde's been with him all afternoon?" "Yes, Clyde was very frank about that." "Ah, and you don't mind?" "I don't think so, Dad. Clyde said he was `dying' to see me, shower with me ... and I guess that's pretty much what matters most to me. That he's been with Chris already is secondary." "Nice, son. I can see how much you need to be with him." "I do, Dad, especially when we haven't been together for several days. It really doesn't matter that much to me who he's been with while I've been away. I just hope he's enjoyed himself, that's all, not been all horned up the whole time." "Glad to hear you're so open-minded, son. I can tell you a bit more, though ..." "What, Dad? Anything about Clyde, I'm happy to hear ... it kind of arouses me." "Well, Clyde revealed to me that he spent time together with Chris on Friday, after being with you that morning at school." "Cool, Dad, I'm glad you know that about that, glad Clyde shared it with you and you've now shared it with me. And, of course, glad you know about Clyde and me at school on Friday morning. Any details about what happened between him and Chris?" "Clyde got together with Chris after wrestling practice on Friday; they spent the evening together. Clyde also told me that Chris is like you, in that you both have that cleft down low between your butt-cheeks, and that turns him on insatiably, to fuck boy-butt that's low-clefted the way your two butts are." "Nice; I know he's definitely pretty obsessed about my butt, and he has mentioned my `cleft', as he calls it, but I also know what I'd offered Clyde on Friday morning at school was not going to last him through the weekend. So it's no surprise to me that he's been with another boy; nice to hear that it's another one with a nice low cleft to his bum, cos Clyde loves that look so much!" with a giggle. "Apparently, yeah; and what had you offered him on Friday?" "He fucked me in my school uniform for the first time. I didn't have time to get totally naked for him, cos we were there on campus, and things were kind of rushed." "But you accepted him, inside yourself? You didn't just suck him off?" "Oh no, Dad; I've never ever `just sucked him off', not even once so far! Clyde always, a-l-w-a-y-s demands my backside, needs to get himself into it, big-time, spurt up deep inside me; that's how he needs me, likes me best. At school on Friday morning, he pumped me full, cummed a lot quicker than he usually does, and that kind of surprised me. We just didn't have the kind of time we have here, but that too seemed to excite him a lot, doing it like that at school with me. Also, it was morning, and he hadn't had anything since the evening before with me here, just before you got home. I'm sure that helped him cum quicker." "Hmm, I see; sounds to me like he was kinda randy there, ..." "Totally, Dad; he was needing it as much as I was, and I was begging him to do me before I had to board the bus. After we finished, I didn't have time to visit the little boys' room before the bus pulled out, so I carried a lot of Clyde pretty deep inside me, all the way to Canberra," said with a snicker. "And after you got there?" "We checked in at the student hostel, and I had thirty minutes to sit and let him drool out of me, before we all left on the first leg of the tour." "Hm, were you able to export most of what he'd deposited inside you, Kent?" "Yeah, thirty minutes is usually plenty of time for that. He dribbled and oozed out of me pretty much that whole time I was seated there, though. There were the usual noises ... so I was kind of embarrassed, hoped no one else was around to hear." "I'm glad you're already so familiar with such procedures, son. Back here in Sydney, Clyde was with Chris right after his wrestling practice on Friday." "Not the least surprised, Dad. Clyde needs that, more than once a day, I can tell, from being with him just these few weeks. He's just not going to be easily satisfied with any one boy; that's pretty obvious to me now." "Good for you you've realized that, so it's not a cause for jealousy or anything, son." "No way, Dad; that would just be totally ugly, selfish on my part, no? I would not be giving him the respect and homage he so obviously deserves." "Very nice you can think that way, son. But back to Chris, on Friday evening, his parents had some sort of social event, allowing young Chris, who's still only fourteen, to slip away for several hours with Clyde." "A fourteen year-old is so lucky to be accessed by a stud like Clyde ... I'm envious!" "But son, wasn't that the age you started being accessed by Jim at home?" "Well, I was actually still thirteen when Jim and I first got going together, so you're right, Dad. Guess I shouldn't feel envious, huh." "How long were the two of them together, did Clyde say?" "Long enough to get Chris-boy to cum three times, and himself twice." "Gorgeous! I love hearing stuff like that, when it's about Clyde. Anyway, I told Clyde on the phone just to come over as he is, fresh from Chris, and I'll get him cleaned up here. I asked him not to shower there." "Very big of you, son. But, is there something you want out of it?" "Can I be frank, Dad?" "Sure, why not?" "I'd love to get a whiff of Chris' boy-pussy on Clyde's huge penis. I want to lick the penis that's not been touched since it was up inside Chris. In fact, he's told me he wants to mount me just as he is when he gets here, his cock still fresh from being inside Chris. Hmm, I'm going to love taking him that way so much, Dad, my own stud boyfriend! And if Chris licked Clyde's balls, his banus, his anus, I'll lick wherever Chris did, before we shower together and i wash him clean of both of us." "He's really got you hooked on him, hasn't he, son?" "He has, Dad ... He's awesome, and I kind of worship him, want to pay him homage, constantly ..." "That means he can get you to do pretty much anything he wants you to?" "He can. On the phone just now, he said he was originally thinking of asking me to join them over there, at Chris' place, but then decided against it." "Why's that, son?" "Not sure. Maybe the invite was some kind of test for me, to suss out my reaction to the idea, or something. But then he told me Chris was already `fucked out', he said, big-time and probably would not be much fun for a while. Clyde prefers to have me here, at your place, especially if you're going to be around; he's already told me that before, in fact. Tonight he's going to show up here `fresh from Chris, unshowered,' he said. It'll be a first, Dad, at least the first time he's come clean about where he's been before coming here, I think. Of course, typically, we arrive here together from school." "Very nice to know that about the dynamic between you two and the feelings you have for him, son. I think he's going to have more to tell you before long about this and that, in the near future. And, let me just add, he's more than welcome to come by here any time he wants your company. It's very nice to have him around the house for that purpose." "Gee, thanks, Dad; it's so great for the two of us, you and me, to be able to talk about this stuff, I think. For me, Clyde's word is kind of like law ... at least that's what I feel, deep-down about him. So, I'd definitely have gone over to Chris' place, if that's what he told me he wanted. I'd've shared Clyde with Chris-boy, let Clyde have both of us together, his huge cock in and out of two boys in one session, if that's what Clyde demanded. Basically, it's all about what Clyde wants, Dad." "Amazing, son. Have you ever felt this way about anyone else?" "Well, kind of, Dad, to tell the truth, but only once before. I kind of felt like this about Jim, the black dude who copped himself my anal cherry at home in LA. Once he started fucking me regularly, it was so beautiful, there wasn't anything I would not do for him; all he had to do was say it, and I'd do it." "And did you ever share him with anyone, Jim having two of you together?" "Yeah, there was another boy in the building he used to get together with, a bit older than me. He got the two of us together with him a few times, down in that `boiler room' of his," with a smirk. "Fun?" "Oh, definitely. Jim wanted to watch the older boy mount me; he liked that a lot, two young white lads playing together. Jim also taught me to service the white boy orally, before the boy mounted me for Jim to watch. Finally, Jim would take us both on, one after the other." "Hmm, so Jim and Clyde are kind of alike in the effect they have on you?" "They sure are. I just can't imagine any bottom boy who would not willingly become the obedient servant of either, Dad." "Awesome, son!" "I better go get myself ready for Clyde, Dad. Want to be all cleaned out inside for him when he gets here, cause I'm sure he's going to want into me, to take me in the shower. I need to enema and stuff. Clyde's so huge, even nook and cranny's got to get cleaned out. I'm sure you appreciate the same kind of prepping from Paul." "Indeed I do, I expect it, son. Do you have all the equipment you need for that? We have some here, you know, stuff Paul's brought over, cos he's fond of doing himself, both before and after." "I know that, Dad; Paul told me. But I brought my own from California, the style, the brand me and my butt are used to." "Understand, son. Your body will appreciate what it's normally exposed to, I'm sure." "I think so too, Dad. Paul and I did discuss things, though. When I showed him my equipment from the US, he said he'd like to try it sometime, maybe trade and share, see how it goes. The two of should probably have a douche-ing session together, using each other's kit, watching each other, giving advice, so we can might sure it all goes ok." "I'm sure that could be worked out, son. When you say you've discussed things, does Paul know much about Clyde, physically?" "Yeah, he asked, was curious, so I told him, shared stuff. Heard a bit about you too, Dad, in fact." "Amazing. From what I know of Clyde, I bet Paul could get pretty interested in him. You told him a bit about Clyde's size?" "Definitely, Dad, and when he heard that, he became more than just interested, even said I'm hugely lucky – `hugely' is the word he used! He told me, jokingly, that I should let `Clyde-boy' know he's more than welcome to get himself into Paul, cos he'll accommodate anytime you're not around – just not to tell *you* that!, which is exactly what I'm doing here, huh", with a snicker. "I don't mind hearing that, son; doesn't surprise me in the least, coming from Paul. He's a pretty passionate bottom and I'm sure he and Clyde would enjoy each other immensely. Maybe I'll suggest that next time you're away, Kent, and Chris is not around." "So you wouldn't mind if Paul trysts with Clyde, Dad?" "Not at all, son. It kind of turns me on, in fact, knowing what I know about both of them. Bet it would be real fireworks, huh. I might even ask to be allowed to watch!", with a chuckle. "Awesome, Dad. I haven't told Clyde a whole lot about Paul, but I think I'll now update him on various issues I've picked up on in our detailed chats together. At 25, Paul's very attractive to Clyde, Clyde tells me, especially as the BigBoy has not had a lot of sexperience with bottoms older than himself and is becoming more and more curious about them. [I had to chortle internally when I heard this. On the other hand, perhaps I should ask myself: Was it only because I'm his boyfriend's bio-Dad that Clyde became so eager to mount me, repeatedly, over the weekend, almost like he was taking over, conquering and defeating the Dad, whose son he'd demolished already? Is my biological relation to Kent what most attracts Clyde to me, more than anything else? He has to have sensed, I think, that he could prevail over me, get me to bottom for him. If I'd been presenting successfully as another "total no-nonsense top", like himself, he'd not have given it a shot, I feel. What was it that clued him in? I wonder ... He's naturally savvy, at 18, already has AlphaTop intuitions about that sort of thing, no doubt, in spite of the fact he knows my sex-mate Paul is definitely total bottom. Bit of a mystery here both about the self-image I've been projecting to Clyde, I guess, and his amazing ability to pick up on and estimate the chances he's got to get an apparently "top" male to flip for him. Incredible!] "Paul's told me, for example, a bit about how he likes best to get himself fucked, and how well you do that for him. And, at his request, I went into some detail about what it's like to get mounted by Big Clyde, and he enjoyed hearing that, of course. Paul and I, we're very much on the same wave-length about that sort of stuff and do enjoy sharing back and forth. "But, I'd better get started on my clean-up, Dad. I should be all done on the can by the time Clyde rolls in; but, if I haven't reappeared, just ask him to knock on the bathroom door first, ok? "Depending on when he gets here, he may well want to enema me. He's done that before, right here in our own bathroom, Dad, and he seems to really enjoy it. It kind of allows him warm up his AlphaTeen prowess, if you get what I mean. "In fact, you know, no matter how long he takes, I think I'm gonna just leave enema-ing until after he gets here. That way, I can let him make up his own mind about whether he wants to run it through me himself, or just watch me douche myself while he enjoys a beer." "Of course, son. I'm sure you always welcome his help with that kind of warm-up, even if he's just sitting around watching you, right?" "Yeah, Dad; I just adore how he takes over, even as just my Watcher, instructing me to show him exactly what he wants to see." "Hmmm, well, sounds to me like the two of you are very well synchronized, integrated! Anyway, have a productive sit in there, my boy!" "Thanks, Dad", with a sexy wink. After this exchange, I have to say, I let out a huge sigh of profoundly contented relief. Given what had happened while Kent was out of town, there were issues I'd been pretty worried about. First and foremost: Could Kent accept Clyde's need for another young boy-puss, his accessing of young Chris, who just happened to be visiting Sydney during the short time Kent was away? Surely, my boy would not be too hard on Clyde for that kind of "play when away" activity, or so I was hoping, at least. Secondly, of course, was how to break to Kent the news that Clyde had had his way with me several times over the same few days he was seeing Chris? But, at least my first worry, about `play when away', was quite unfounded, it'd turned out. I'd enjoyed an amazingly open chat with my bio-son about very sexual issues, almost all of them somehow connected to analism, as that's where his interests clearly lie, in passive anality, and in dedicated subservience to large top males, preferably those at least a few years older than himself. This means Kent does not become the least bit jealous of other young boys striving to do their best with Clyde's endowment, as long as he, Kent, is away, unavailable. In fact, my son made it clear to me that he finds that sort of behavior on Clyde's part totally natural and acceptable, and not just a little arousing to boot. And, in addition, that he is perfectly willing to serve Clyde as just one of a pair of bottom lads, should Clyde announce that's what he lusts for. All good, then! To enjoy such wide-open, detailed sexual talk with my fifteen-year old son is in itself profoundly arousing. But there's another, even more cock-stirring implication of this particular Dad-son exchange, and that is perhaps relevant to the second issue raised above, concerning Clyde and myself. For the first time I am hearing about my son's total receptiveness, submission to Clyde and his every wish, hearing testimony of this dynamic, not from Clyde, but from my own son himself. So, in the present case, the immediate access Kent unquestioningly grants Clyde when he, Clyde, is on the rebound from an afternoon he's spent fucking another mid-teen boy, Chris – this surely suggests that 18 year-old "Clyde the Dominant" will very soon be able to have his way with us both, to prevail and enjoy the goals he's set the two of us, me and himself: witnessing me, the bio-Dad, mount my own son, before he, Clyde, takes over and fucks us both, one after the other. An incestuous Dad-son anal combo, performing for Clyde, then the two of us each mounted by my son's Super-Top boyfriend ... I must say, never in my wildest dreams ... at least, so far ... And, something else I'd also not anticipated: I now realize that my own son will happily participate in such a scenario as long as he knows it's something Clyde wants from him, as soon, in other words, as Clyde instructs him to invite me, his bio-Dad, to mount him in front of Clyde, as he looks on. So, while my son prepares himself to get mounted and fucked at least twice by his boyfriend – the first time in the shower – I turn my attention to how I can best prepare to entertain Clyde myself, by mounting my own son in a way he'll find totally pleasing, arousing. I decide to give it some thought. ... ... . Kent emerges from his extended sit-down – about 20 minutes – shortly before Clyde arrives. After brief greetings (and a couple of meaningful winks) are exchanged between Clyde and myself, the two lads retire to the bathroom. [Nick, our faithful narrator to this point, is unfortunately not privy to what transpires between his son and Clyde in the main bathroom over the next little while, so we insert a third-person account here.] It's not been that long at all since Clyde withdrew his massive penis from the snug comfort of young Chris' cozy anal sheath, no more than twenty minutes or so. On withdrawal, Clyde makes sure neither to wipe nor even dab his tool dry, much less wash it clean. As he gets dressed, it goes back into his boxers in the un-besmirched state it emerged from inside Chris, because that's exactly how Clyde intends to present it to Kent for the first time since Friday morning. He wants Kent to see his penis showing obvious signs of recent use, but more than ready to go again, into a second young boy-butt, Kent's own. Kent, for his part, has held off on his douches intentionally, in the hopes of engaging Clyde's participation, at the very least by performing the ritual there in the bathroom for his boyfriend's visual pleasure. Clyde has always enjoyed boys `getting him out' by hand, extracting his huge penis from inside his slacks, slacks `n' boxers, wrestling singlet, Speedos, whatever he happens to be wearing. Well acquainted with this ritual, Kent kneels down eagerly in front of the much larger young male, unzips his altered, extra-long zipper and deftly performs the extraction. Clyde then has Kent sniff his thick penis, and report what he smells. "Your cock's still kind of moist, a bit gooey, Clyde. Where's it been recently?" Kent wonders out loud, feigning ignorance of his boyfriend's afternoon-long tryst with an even younger bottom ... The younger boy releases Clyde's shaft for a moment to lick the palm of his own hand. "Hmm, tastes pretty good to me, Clyde!" "I've been having myself some lovely boy-cunt most of the afternoon, left that welcumming boy less twenty minutes ago to come down here and spend time with you, Kent." "Hmm, jeez, Clyde, I can smell him everywhere on your cock, but your bush is especially fragrant; it's somehow picked up a lot of that boy's pussy scent." "Yeah, he was kind of oozing a bit out onto me the second time I was up inside him." "Really?, what does he ooze?" "Just the usual boy pussy-juice." "You mean lube n your semen from the previous cum, stuff like that?" "No, he actually secretes some sort of rectal juices when I get him sufficiently aroused, Kent." "Rectal juices?!? – holy fuck, that's hot. I'd love to be able to do that for you, if you like it." "I do like it, a lot; a couple of boys I've known have been able to do that. And it adds a bit more to the lube-mix too, cos it's slick. I bet that day's gonna cum for you too soon, Kent. Chris says he only secretes when it's me inside him, so maybe you'll develop the same talent as well. He thinks it must have something to do with my girth, cos I'm his thickest partner by far, he says, and other guys just don't get him to dribble internally like that, so he associates it with my thickness." "Hmm, your girth *is* very, very special, Clyde, unique, I'd say. But if he wet your bush with his pussy juices and their scent, you must have bottomed out up inside him, no? Was he sitting down on you so far he could actually grind his pussy-hole down on your bush, Clyde?" "Yeah, I did bottom out in him, and he was definitely grinding down on me, yes. Chris is probably the youngest boy I've ever met able to take me all the way, both length and girth; he's incredible, and that's one of the reasons we still get together. We can't forget each other, it's so special." "Aw, fuck, Clyde, he's still only fourteen?" "Yeah, but, man, already at fourteen, together he and I sure have found a lot of space up there inside him! The first time he took me whole-hog, all the way, it was actually a bit before his fourteenth birthday." "Holy fuck!, no wonder you're still chasing after his boy-butt." "Absolutely, and Chris continues to chase after my big penis – he calls it his `fuck-muscle' ... it's always super-special between us, Kent." "Do you want me to lick some of his juices from your bush? Please let me, Clyde!" "Go for it, boy; then tell me what it smells and tastes like, ok?" Kent first sniffs the older boy's pubes and then drops his face down to Clyde's pendulous scrotum to check for any odor clinging to his testicles. "Yeah, it's that same boy-smell down here on your ball-sac too, Clyde." "Ok, but tell me, what does it smell like – I mean there's quite a bit of him that got smeared down on my bush, right?" "Yeah, from deep inside him ... Hm, it's a bit hard to describe really, because I haven't gotten to smell it that often – rich, fertile, moist, , awaiting your enrichment, your insemination – maybe those anal juices he secretes are like some special kind of sex-hormone?" "Hm, sounds hot, Kent." "I'm gonna taste it now, ok?" "Go right ahead, boy!" "Pungent. I imagine there'd be freaky guys who might like to eat this ... essence of boy-pussy, huh?" "Yeah, I hear ya ... but that wouldn't be me, I don't think," chuckling. "I'm plenty happy just fucking the boy-pussy myself, no side dish required!" The boys laugh outright as Kent turns his attention to tonguing the entire length of Clyde's shaft. "Go for it, boy; lick all Chris' boy-cunt juice off me!" "It's rich; and it's obvious to me you were a long way into that boy-pussy. The scent is all over your huge penis, not just covering your cock-head; it's all the way down to the root of your shaft. Your bush has obviously picked up a lot of boy-cunt smell, so nobody would doubt that you bottomed out in him. Do you think my pussy might smell as hot, Clyde?" "How would I know? I've never smelled it on my cock. But I can suggest something, a test." "What's that?" "Let me fuck you a couple times in a row, the way I've just done Chris; then I'll take my unwashed penis over to Chris for an assessment." "Hm, I like the idea of Chris smelling me on your penis, and describing that smell to you. Hope it smells hot to him. Would you tell him about asking me to smell him on you, as we're doing now?" "Ideally, I'd have you with me. Have him smell you on my cock, then lick it up while you kissed and licked his boy-pussy, me watching you the whole time. Would you be willing?" "Sure, Clyde, if that's what you told me to do." "I'd get you to suck me out of him, once I'd downloaded deep up in his rectum. Bet you'd love to eat my cum fresh from deep inside another boy, huh" "I would, Clyde; I imagine your sperm so lovely and warm, incubated first in your massive beast-testicles, then transplanted direct into his inner boy-rectum ... hmmmm. But you know something? I don't mind telling you I'd love to do *any*thing that would make you happy, arouse you, with or without Chris, or any other boy of your choice, Clyde. You're the total boss here with me, totally!" "Good boy!, Kent. Very much approve of how you see things, our dynamic. Unfortunately, as far as Chris is concerned, he's not going to be here in Sydney again for some time. So, I'm gonna have to find somebody else for us to play with." "Ok; and are you thinking of anyone in particular?" "Maybe your Dad's boyfriend Paul? He's a bit older, but game, no?" "You're kidding! But yeah, he's only 25 this year. And, he and I have had chats about you; he's like more than eager, Clyde." "I'm not kidding; 25's a great age! Nice to hear he's interested." "Yeah, very, after I shared with him certain stuff about you. And I'm betting you can bring us together, make it happen." "Yeah, I may well be able to do that, Kent. Would you be ok with him sniffing, smelling the scent of your young rear-pussy on my cock?" "I guess so, why not? But where's my Dad in all this?" "That, I'm afraid, remains to be seen, Kent. Let me work it out, ok?" With this exchange, Clyde has managed to sow the seeds of a future cumming together of himself, Paul and Kent. Kent seems not at all averse ... and note, even the potential presence of Dad is not left totally out of the picture. Kent tells Clyde he's not enema-ed yet, asks the older boy if he wants to watch. "Sure, Kent; show me how you do your stuff, get yourself all cleaned out on the inside for me. You've had your sit on the can, I take it." "I have, Clyde, a nice long one, started as soon as I finished chatting with my Dad, finished just before you got here – back to front, about a twenty-minute sit." "Excellent; so go ahead, now douche yourself up for me to see." "Excuse me for just a second here, Clyde." Kent nips out of the bathroom for thirty seconds to get Clyde a couple beers, hands one to his top-stud, puts the other in the small fridge right there in the bathroom. Then, he strips naked, sexily, in front of Clyde, kneels down to get his equipment out from the storage space below the washbasin, rinses it carefully in the sink, and dutifully douches himself out once, while the older boy looks on from a short bench in one corner of the large bathroom, sipping his beer. Clyde announces he wants to check the "down-water" the younger lad expels into the toilet. The first time, all is not crystal clear, but the second time, "Damn you're clean up there now, boy. No sign of anything from your insides this second time; all clear!" "Yeah, great, isn't it? But I'm gonna do it one more time, just to be sure." "Love the care you take on my account, Kent." "Your size absolutely demands it, Clyde, you know that, as I'm sure Chris has known it even longer than me, huh. And the way you do us, the length of time you usually stay inside us also requires very special prep on our part. Would you care to douche me this last time, pump the liquid into me?" "Sure; let me help you out there. Lay down on your tummy on the rug, legs spread, boy, and I'll feed it into you." The two boys complete a third-time douche, Clyde taking charge and administering the ano-rectal cleansing. The outcome? -- *all good*, crystal clear "down water". "You came down here to Sydney really well-educated, I immediately noticed, as soon as I started visiting inside you – not a single accident, Kent. For me, that's a record!" "Well, please remember that I had already seen you in the showers, Clyde, so knew what I'd be in for, ok? ... and how I'd have to prep myself for you, when the time came – and it came pretty quickly, didn't it?, just a day or two after we first chatted each other up there in the locker room." "Yeah, how well I remember that, and our first few times, before you could take all of me all the way. You were *so* passionate -- still are -- begging me to give you more, to thrust in further, even though you were already having real trouble with less than everything I've got. I was consciously holding back a bit, afraid of doing you some real harm and you were begging for more, at least until that fourth time, I remember. Don't mean to make you feel bad here, Ken; every boy I've ever known has had trouble with me, has been inadequate at first, most for a lot longer than you. But it was clear to me that you'd gotten yourself some pretty decent training at home in the US before coming over here, no?" "Yes, in fact, I did, Clyde. I've actually had some pretty big ones up inside before I left home to come to Sydney; just none quite as humongous as yours. The heavy-hung guys I experienced at home taught me how to prep, ready myself for them. When you and I first met, I hadn't had anything anywhere near your size for a couple weeks at least, as I remember, and that was part of my problem when we started out. I was slightly out of practice, especially for a male your size, Clyde." "No wonder; but I was still impressed from the very beginning by how knowledgeable you are, your douches, `after-care' kit, rear-parts exercise regimen, all that stuff." "You know what, my Clyde? My first was a big black dude, older, huge. He broke me in, kind of gradually; with his girth, he had to go slow, but he taught me a lot in the process. I was thirteen when he and I started together, almost two years ago now." "Hmm, so I'm fucking a boy here who had his cherry plucked by BBC at thirteen? – hot! No wonder you're so deep into big males, Kent. And, to tell you the truth, your Dad did mention to me that you'd probably have some pretty rousing stories to share with me about your training there in the US." "Hmm, so you and Dad talked about that kind of stuff, and about me?" "Well, he didn't divulge any of your stories, of course, just said I should look forward to the sharing from your side." "Yes, we can sure do that, Clyde, from now on, any time, just ask me, ok? ... But yeah, Jim, the black guy, was outfitted with the kind of tool-kit that managed to get me pretty addicted in a very short time. Man, did he know how to mount a young white boy! So now, I'll freely admit it, I really am into men like him, like you, Clyde, `cept they don't really have to be quite as young as you are – Jim was in his forties – just don't have to be *that* young, as long as they measure up." Both boys chortle. "And how old have you sexperienced so far, Kent?" "Just before I came down here to Australia, I was seeing a guy, white, in his fifties ..." "Oh, and was he big enough for you, Kent?" "He sure was, Clyde; in fact, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the two of you were related somehow," with a wink. "Nice; that's a real compliment, and shows where your thinking about men is at the moment, I'd say!" "Yeah, I bet it's gonna stay right where it is now, forever, Clyde!" Once Kent's had his third douche and everything's come out pristine, Clyde gets him down on the rug on all fours, and goes to work on the boy's hole, lubing it up, exploiting his long, thick fingers, hair sprouting all the way up from first to third knuckles. The 18 year-old lets his fingers gradually edge into the hole, coaxing it open gradually, and then even further up, as he feels the anal passage, with its guardian sphincter, loosening – one finger, two, three, and finally, adding the fourth. Kent-lad hardly needs to be told to `push out'; he does it totally unbidden, naturally. His four digits inserted deep inside Kent, Clyde opens them out a bit, fan-like, creating a speculum-like effect, expanding Kent's sphincter big-time, readying it for the real challenge to come. Kent starts whimpering in anticipation. "I love your fingers, Clyde; they are so nice and thick, and you use them so well!" "Yeah, and I can feel you gradually loosening your grip on them – turns me on a lot, Kent, like your boy-butt is almost shouting at me that you're gonna need a much bigger invasion real soon." "Hmm, you're so good at getting me there, with your gradually more and more demanding mode. You know I'm available to you any time of day or night, right? You could come looking for me at any hour, and that would be fine, even with my Dad around. I think I'm going to ask him to give you a key, ok?" "I know you're always accessible to me, Kent, and that's precisely how we're gonna keep things going here between us. Having a key to this household would be great. I could come and go as I pleased, huh." "That's definitely what I would want, Clyde, you to be able to find me here whenever. I'm pretty sure I can talk Dad into letting you have your own key." "Wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you managed to do that, Kent", Clyde grinning inwardly. "I haven't had you since Friday morning, and here it is Monday night. You're maybe going to have to go real slow again ... like when we just started, but probably still not as slowly as Jim did at first," with a chuckle. "Don't mind slowing down for you again, Kent. I left a couple loads in Chris not all that long ago, so I don't think I'm going to be rarin' to cum here right away, *not* `quick like a bunny', ok?" "You never are, Clyde ... you always fuck me long, and so good! Even so, I like hearing that downloading into Chris more than once means it's gonna take you some time to work up a nice deposit for me. Hmmm ..." Clyde stands up next to where Kent is still on all fours on the rug. He sets his second can of beer next to the hand-basin and strips down. As the clothes come off him, "Jeez, Clyde, I can smell Chris' scent everywhere, all over you, in your clothes, mixed in with your own unshowered fragrance. How long were you in bed with him?" "Not too surprised to hear that, really. We spent all afternoon in bed together, so some of him would have rubbed off on me, for sure." "It's so hot that he's still with you right here, with *us*, I mean." "Glad you like that, Kent. Maybe we'll have to do stuff like this more often, you having me over right after I've been with another boy ... yes?" "Well, this is the first time I'm aware of being with you so soon after, and I do like it. So, yeah, absolutely; any time you want to have me fresh after just destroying another boy-pussy, just after leaving your mark in him, I definitely want to be around for that, Clyde. Don't leave it to chance, please. Set it up with me in advance, ok?, just as soon as you've confirmed your tryst with the other boy, so I can be here at home waiting for you, when you're gonna want me, right after, like tonight." "Awesome, Kent; definitely gonna remember what you just said here." Naked, Clyde moves back to the bench in the corner. First, he pulls it out a ways from the wall, so he can lean back with his shoulders to the wall for support, his magnificent wrestler's torso slanting diagonally forward, from the wall to the edge of the bench. He seats his muscular frame down on it, the wood creaking a bit in response. His hairy buttocks sit close to the edge of the bench so he can spread his legs wide, lean back against the wall, projecting his crotch outwards and upwards. His now massively engorged penis towers high, totally accessible, thrusting upwards, throbbing, pulsing with the extra blood flooding into it. To a passionate bottom-boy like Kent, that astonishing penis is just begging to be sat down upon. Meanwhile, Clyde continues to gently nurse his second beer, the perfect picture of teen Alpha Male. "You think you're lubed up enough, Kent, or do you need some more gunk in your hole? I'm gonna need you to sit down on me when you're ready, and for that you'll need to be well lubed up, ok? When a boy aims to seat himself down on me, I've observed it's no good to have to stop mid-way, clamber off to lube up further, then climb back on. That makes things far too complicated. When I'm into a boy in missionary or he's on all fours, I find it much easier to stop for a relube, both him and myself; see what I mean? For a `sit-on-it fuck', from the very start, you need all the lube you're gonna need, ok?" "I do understand, Clyde. You're deeply skilled at getting yourself into boys, and know all about how they best accommodate you. And yeah, I've sat on Big Cock before, so I know what a nuisance it is to have to make a pit-stop for maintenance," we both chuckle. "Well, I have been doing this for a while, Kent, since I was a low-teen, after all ..." "I can believe that, Clyde. And yeah, it feels to me like I might be lubed enough for the long run. Man, am I so eager to try to take a seat there, getting myself right down onto you. I remember sitting down on you when you were lying on your back, but I think this position, with you reclining against the wall, may be first-time for us, huh." "Yup, though I have done this with other lads already. You see my cock here, huh, what it's asking for, right? I'm gonna have you climb up here, boy, position your rear-parts so they hover over my crotch, your legs on either side of my waist; then, facing me, you sit yourself down on me, so we can kiss while you slowly lower yourself onto my prong, entirely at your own pace. After such a long break from action together, I'm not gonna move here, not gonna be too demanding, but just let you have total control over insertion this time, ok?" "Hmm, you can be so sweet to me, Clyde, when you see I need a little special consideration. But once I'm open enough and we get going here, will you fuck me silly with your awesome cock, the way you always do, please?" "Yeah, we'll get round to that, I'm sure. Maybe I'm gonna wanna fuck you hard in the shower, ok?, so you can look forward to that." "Being face-to-face with you this time *is* special, Clyde, because there's so much Chris-scent all over your hairy torso. You're just covered in the body fragrance of that younger boy. I can tell, cos you've just never smelled like this to me before, so it's gotta be him!" Kissing Clyde's neck, Kent finds a section the boy must have licked, and asks about it. "Yeah, he was licking my neck right there where you are now. He did that for a while, while I was pumping him shallow in missionary, driving him wild. He even bit me some." "I can smell him here, his dried saliva, Clyde. I just love hearing from you you've just come from fucking another young boy, within the hour." Kent licks the spot, adding a layer of "boy #2" saliva to it. Meanwhile, the bottom lad *is* making some slow progress in lowering his upper body very gradually down onto Clyde's enormous cock, his young anus, its slackened out sphincter giving way to the slick but slow invasion of the older boy's cock-mass. Kent realizes he's probably going to have to sit all the way down on Clyde; otherwise, his thighs are going to give out from all the squatting. He really likes the thought that, on account of the lack of muscular stamina in his thighs, he'll going to be forced to sit way down, taking all of Clyde in, or almost all. It's like he's being forced to succumb to Clyde, cos he's just a bit too weak to resist the older lad's onslaught, to even dream of attempting to refuse what Clyde is seeking from him – just more deep boy-pussy, after having had Chris'. And he loves that feeling of weakness in his connection with Clyde. Of course, there's absolutely nothing Kent desires more than to have Clyde's huge penis buried all the way up inside of him; but, in addition to that, he knows deep down that the older boy's intense power is something he'll never ever be in any way prepared to resist. Rocking his hips side to side, in almost a hula-dance, helps Kent take Clyde in more easily, allowing the lad to make even greater progress in his project of a deep-sit-down. "That's the way, boy; let that pussy of yours get itself `round my big cock, so I can ride all the way up into your rectum, where I really most to be." Clyde's hands go under Kent's butt-mounds, where they control his rocking back and forth on the penis-shaft, assisting the boy's torso in its swiveling and twisting, all of which helps the cock to continue snaking its way slowly inside, with, hopefully, less trauma for the lad. As Kent really goes to ground, accepting about three quarters of the older boy's monstrous shaft, Clyde, his hands still supporting Kent's butt-cheeks, starts to bounce the boy up and down on his fuck-muscle, ever so gently, slowly, as if he were using the boy's anus as a masturbatory sex-toy, while remaining completely motionless himself. "Jeez, I love what you have there, Clyde, and have missed it *so* much since Friday ... I am glad you had Chris to keep you company, but now it's all mine again. Fuck me, please! I can feel I'm gonna cum real soon." Clyde continues to bounce the boy on his massive fuck-tool, and true to his word, Kent's young cock is soon spurting a rich, creamy load out all over the both of them. "Oh, fuck, have I needed to cum like this, Clyde!" "Good boy; I've got you off real quick here, huh – good sign of how much you've been needing me. You've gummed us up nicely, and it's going to be a while before I'm ready to cum, so let's make a move to the shower where we can clean each other up, and I can fuck you the way I usually do, you leaning against the shower wall. I'm gonna make you cum again in the shower before we move to your bed for a while, ok?" "Hmmm, love it. How many times did Chris cum for you?" "Just this afternoon, you mean?" "Yeah" "I got him off three times, orgasmed twice myself." "Nice; so it'll be a while before you're ready again? You're gonna fuck me long, Clyde?" "Gonna fuck it out of you two more times before I head home. Gotta go home tonight, get ready for school again in the morning." "Understand, Clyde. Me too; we haven't done school for a while, huh" As things between the boys proceed, from his location outside the bathroom, Nick hears sounds of violent banging in the shower, Kent's squeals of delight and, very soon after, sobs of orgasmic release. Nick's not aware that Kent's already cum once since the boys disappeared, but can judge from the sounds his boy emits that Clyde has brought him off very, very powerfully. That arouses Nick no end, as he immediately recalls how Clyde was capable of getting the very same reaction, repeatedly, from him only the day before, and the day before that. The two lads emerge naked and head for Kent's bedroom, showing not the least signs of modesty in front of Nick. "Ah, that's nice!" Nick thinks to himself, "Things are improving on that front!" Clyde's monster penis, in plain view for a moment, is hugely rampant, suggesting that the older boy has not climaxed recently ... About an hour later, Clyde emerges quietly from the bedroom, naked, clothes in hand. He goes into the kitchen, where he starts to dress, slowly, in front of Nick. He puts on his socks, then his tank top, tempting Nick sorely with his semi-engorged Mega-Cock, drooping heavily between his thick, hairy wrestler's thighs, all in plain view. At the sight, Nick becomes aroused, helpless. "I want you to come over here, Nick." "But where's Kent?" "I left him in his bed, totally fucked out. Made him cum three times since I got here this evening, and it's been only a couple hours. You won't be seeing him til morning, I bet, except maybe sleepwalking towards the bathroom. Now I'm going to get you to come over here and do me. Not that long ago at all my cock was inside your own boy, Nick." There was no alternative but to obey Commander Clyde. Nick feels his own organ starting to leak inside his shorts. "I see you're tenting up there, Nick. It's ok; you can release it, take it out while you lick my cock for me. Cumon, give it a little fresh air there!" Nick is on his knees in front of Clyde, his face within inches of the boy's huge organ. Before Nick gets started, he reaches down to unzip himself and take out his own erect penis, the tip of its glans already gooey ... "There ya go – no secrets among us men, are there? Now suck on me, and taste your boy's insides for the first time. The lube we used is entirely edible, won't hurt you; you might even like the taste. I chose it with you in mind, though I'm afraid I may have forgotten to mention that to Kent," with a snicker. "So Chris has been all washed away?" "Yup, all gone, til next time, Nick. Would you have liked to taste him as well, together with your son's pussy?" "Hmm, I'm afraid I would, yes, Clyde." "Nice to know. I'm going to have to figure out how it might all be put together, amongst the three of us." "Not four?" Why not, but who's the fourth?" My fuck-mate, Paul. Kent has shared with him a lot about you. He's pretty eager, Clyde." "Also nice to know, Nick. But first things first. I want you, me and Kent together before that. I'm gonna get Kent to let you mount and fuck him while I watch. The time after that, maybe we'll bring your Paul into our play-time, ok?" "All good, Clyde." I proceed to sniff, kiss, lick and suck Clyde's genitals, precisely as instructed, for about twenty minutes, in my own kitchen. Clyde gets only semi-hard, which does make him a bit easier to handle, orally. The lube is not unpleasant, and I can taste the flavor of another male, my own son, mixed in with Clyde's own genital scents, which I've had ample opportunity to get to know this very weekend. "This has been very nice, Nick, and I hope you enjoyed all the scents and flavors of Kent's anal sheath, etc., but I gotta get going here – school tomorrow. Before I pull my boxers up, though, I'm gonna lean over your bench-top here for a few while you lick my hairy hole for me, yes?" "Of course, I learned quite recently that I love to do that for you." "Do you, Nick? You did a damn good job of it last night when I was here. Gonna have you demonstrate your skills in front of Kent, eventually, so he can pick up a few pointers from your performance. His own could definitely be improved in that area. In fact, he doesn't do me unless I tell him to, which I don't much, as it doesn't feel nearly as fine as mounting and fucking his boy-puss." About ten minutes later, without accessing even so much as a kitchen paper towel to wipe his saliva-slick anus dry, without even having me do the same for him – I'd hardly have refused – Clyde gets back into his clothes and saunters off to spend his first night in several at home, having enjoyed in my home and in a number of different ways, the separate services of first my bio-son and then myself. Hints of things to cum? And, let's not forget, of course, Clyde's accessing our separate services occurred not long at all after he'd spent the entire afternoon in bed with young Chris. – to be continued –