Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2016 11:40:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Barry Edmund Subject: Joey and Dad-2 Joey and Dad Chapter 2 Unfortunately the last time dad didn't fuck me but I did give him a blow job. I had just finished blowing him when we saw mom's car pulling up the laneway, so I had to give up dad fucking me. When mom walked in dad and I were sitting back watching the football game. I'm glad mom doesn't take an interest in sports, if she had asked neither one of us knew the score. For the next month it seemed mom was always around and I didn't get to have any fun with dad. If mom had been more observant she would have been aware of me looking at dad's hard body, especially his crotch. I'm sure mom was still holding out on dad sexually. When mom was out of the room any time, dad was consistently groping himself and I could see the outline of his hard cock. One time I got real close to blowing dad. Mom had gone upstairs, but didn't mention why she was heading upstairs. Dad and I were sitting in the den watching TV. "Hurry up Joey before your mom comes back down." Dad said undoing his pants, pushing his ass off the chair, ready to shove them down his muscular legs. I had started walking over to dad, standing in front of his chair and licking my lips. "Come up here and help me organize your old clothes for the Goodwill." Mom called from the top of the stairs. "Damn her." Dad whispered, sounding angry. "I'll be right up Anna." He shouted doing his pants up before heading to the stairs. Dad wasn't the only one pissed off, I felt like going upstairs and telling mom off for not letting me suck dad's big cock. I knew that would be the craziest thing I could do. I knew outing myself as dad's cocksucker would ruin dad's life as well as my own. One Saturday afternoon I decided to take a chance and go to the construction site he'd be working. I was pissed off with him. Mom was going to be shopping with her friends the entire day. I was pissed because instead of staying home for some hot sex with me, dad went to the construction site. He said there were a couple new guys starting today and he should keep an eye on them. As the construction foreman he'd have to make sure the summer college labor learned something about the construction business. He wanted to keep his regular workers happy and putting up with college guys all day would piss them off. I hoped I could get dad alone in the building, with enough time to give him a blow job. I knew it would be a miracle if I could get him alone on construction sites because construction men were working in almost every room in the building under construction. What the heck, even if I didn't get to blow dad I'd have a chance to look at dad's hot construction employees and I wanted to see what the new guys looked like. I always tried my best not to make myself look obvious checking out dad's, hard bodied employees. So far the only guy I'd had sex with was dad and that was only twice. I was too shy to approach guys at school or anywhere else, afraid they'd beat me to a pulp. I only had dad to express my secret man sex with. I entered the small office building under construction, heading for the first floor, hunting for dad. Pete, one of dad's more experienced employees was working in the lobby. Pete's a hot guy, especially wearing his hard hat, grubby jeans, sleeveless T-shirt, construction boots, with at least a couple of day's unshaven rugged face. He's at least six foot tall, mid to late twenties with brown eyes. I tried not to be obvious taking a deep breath inhaling the aroma of his hot sweaty body. My dad looked his sexiest, when he came home from work, sweaty. Dad has a great hairy body, chest, arms and legs and his beard grows fast, even after a few hours, it looked like he hadn't shaved first thing in the morning and he was nice and sweaty, reeking with that manly smell. I thought mom was crazy complaining how bad dad smelled when he came home from work making him shave and shower before dinner. That's what attracted me to Pete, muscular, tough looking, dirty clothes, sweaty and that hot masculine smell. Every time I had a chance to take a whiff of a hot studly man like dad and Pete I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. "Hi Joey, what the fuck you doing at your dad's construction site on a Saturday? You must have lots of fucking stuff to do with your friends like tossing the football around or chasing bitches." Pete frowned looking even more masculine and hot looking. It was hot the way he cursed. "Not really Pete, I just wanted to ask him what time he'll be finished work. We're supposed to go to supper together. Mom's gone for the day so it's only dad and I for dinner." I answered, I hoped mom wouldn't be home early. "He's fucking working with the two fucked up new guys on the third floor Joey. I'm fucking glad he volunteered to come in and show the wimpy college fuck ups, want-to-be construction workers the ropes. I hate having to stand over the worthless, shit head, punks. I've had to do it a couple of times and the fuckers don't know their asses from a hole in the ground. They probably need lessons how to give a bitch a good fuck, as well. Lots of them get up tight holding their fucking nose, just because I fucking stink and sweat. The bastards have got to learn it comes with the job. I'm fucking glad your dad puts up with the new guys on the site. I remember a couple of weeks ago your dad brought some fruit who had dropped by his office, to the site. He never did come back. I remember his name was Jeffrey, what a fucking pansy, pretended to work all day. Even his name sounds like a fag name, Jeffrey. I'd name my son Jeff not Jeffrey. Like I said pretended to work, more like wiggled his fag ass around, pretending to know all about interior decorating. The couple of times I got stuck with fucking college wimps, they fucked up my entire day. I had to fucking go over and over again whereas real construction workers catch on the first fucking time." Pete said spitting on the dirty floor. He never seemed to care what other people thought of him swearing, spitting and gobbing on the floor. A real he man, the perfect man as far as I was concerned. I liked the way Pete plainly put things, no extra frills, just laid down what was on his mind. Cussin, spittin and swearing are the hottest things about Pete. Dad was the same on the construction site away from my prim and proper mom. He curses, swears, spits, not just spits but coughs up big gobs, sweats up a storm, a real he man. I wished he would kick mom out, that way he could be himself, sitting around in underwear scratching his nuts and stinky under arms. I'd always had the hots for dad as far back as I could remember but I didn't understand why. Not that it matters because I know why I worship the ground he walks on. I would do anything not to take after my mom, short, slim, pale blond hair, virtually hairless body, except a tiny bit under my arms and around my dick, the worse the size of my tiny cock, only six inches rock hard especially my bubble butt, just like mom. At least I used to hate my bubble butt until dad complimented on it as a nice fuckable ass. Now I see it as the best part of my body. No matter how much I worked out in the gym did my body buff up like dads. I'm slim, not skinny, evenly toned like a swimmer or gymnast, instead of beefed up like dad and his construction buddies. I often hid around the corner of the house, practicing spitting and swearing, trying my best to be like dad. Unfortunately the more I tried, the more I knew I looked like a pansy, than a he man like dad and his construction workers. At least dad was letting me suck his cock and had even fucked me. I just wished he'd use me like a piece of shit. I don't know why but I yearn for dad to swear and spit on me, like he'd treat a common whore on the streets. Maybe even smack me around a little would be a turn on. "Thanks Pete." I said heading upstairs to the next floor wishing Pete had taken a hold of me in his strong hands, spat in my face, shoved me around and called me a useless fucking fag. I must be a real sicko to even think about things like that. I headed up stairs to the second floor almost running into Hank. "Hay Joey, what the fuck you doing around here?" A six-two, muscular construction worker in his late twenties shouted. "Just dropping by to talk to dad Hank." I said and waved. "He's on the third floor with a couple of fucking, homo college guys, doing his best to put up with them. He's a lot better than I'd be, I'd be kicking ass." Hank said, walking from the middle of the room, spitting on the floor before leaning against the open door. Hank was every thing Pete was, only an inch or so taller, thick blond hair, hairy chest that stuck above the top of his dirty T-shirt. His arm was high in the air leaning against the door, causing his bicep's to bulge, revealing his stinky, hairy underarms. "Your dad puts up with a lot of shit. I wouldn't be hanging here if I was the supervisor putting up with a couple of fag, college kids, trying his best to teach them construction work. I bet he ain't getting a hell of lot from your mom either. But then what married man does. It's been a while since." Hank put his hand on his crotch and gripped it. "I had this in action. If it were me, I'd be ramming this down one of the fag's throat. That's what them college homos really need, some dick down their throat. I've never fucking been with a fag, but what the hell, can't be any worse than fucking one of those worthless, street whores. I haven't fucked any street whore since getting married. The wife keeps too much of a tab on me. I've heard fags give better head than any woman and supposed to have fucking tighter holes, to fuck. Anyway you're dad's upstairs, I fucking got to get back to work before heading home to the bitch." "Thanks Hank, it's fucked up you have to work today." I said hoping to impress Hank by swearing. "No problem Joey. You know how it goes, you just get some fucked up days, what can I say? One good thing it gets me away from the bitch Saturday. She'd have me fucking driving her all over the fucking place while she's shopping." He said spitting a big gob of spit before going back to what he had been working on. "What I wouldn't do to be Hank's dirty whore waiting for him when he got home from work. That bulge he had gripped in his hand looked impressive. If I had more guts I'd have fallen to my knees begging to suck his cock. I lacked the courage and guts to push myself on Hank, Pete or any of the hot construction workers dad had introduced me to. Besides what would dad do if he got caught blowing his construction workers. I finally arrived on the third floor. I heard dad down the hall talking. I walked in the room, dad was sitting on a bench facing the far wall, he didn't see or hear me walk in. "No, not like that Stan. Shove the fucking wood higher to your right fucker, while Timmy hold's the other end. How many fucking times do I have to tell you?" Dad swore sounding exasperated. "I think someone's here to see you Mr. Martin." One of the two students said. He wasn't half bad looking, dark hair, six feet tall, clean jean shorts, white T-shirt, evenly toned, early twenties at the most, he could have been a model for one of the men's magazines. The other student had pale blond hair like mine, just over six feet tall, evenly toned, tanned wearing clean, tight jean shorts and a white t-shirt. He could also have been a male model for a men's magazine. Neither one were really my type of man although both their shorts showed promising bulges. They both smiled when they saw me. Dad turned around. "Hi Joey, what the fuck you doing down here. I thought you'd be with your buddies working out at the gym." "That's where I'm heading next dad. I just dropped by to see if you wanted to go out for dinner, if mom doesn't make it home for supper." I said. "I was also hoping you'd have some time to....." I left it off in mid sentence, hoping dad would catch my drift what I had in mind. I also didn't want the two college guys to know I suck my dad and he fucked me once. "Sure, lets go down the hall Joey, I gather you have something from school you want help with." Dad smiled. I could see the gleam in his eye and the growing bulge in his dirty jeans. "Lets go son. Go over those things I taught you boys, while I'm gone. This shouldn't take too long." I walked down the hall following dad to the end of the hall. "The far room Joey." Dad said. I walked in the empty room, shelves half way across the back of the room. Dad walked in closing the door behind him. "Need some of dad's goodies Joey." Dad said pulling off his T-shirt, undoing his jeans pushing them down along with his jockstrap to his knees. That's the other thing I liked my dad for, he didn't wear underwear, but he wore jockstraps. Dirty grungy jockstraps. "Don't just stand there bitch, we haven't got much time, I'm fucking horny." Dad looked at me raising his eye brow. "I'm not getting the wrong idea, am I. Isn't that the real reason you came here?" "You have that right dad." I said pulling my t-shirt off as fast as I could without ripping it. I undid my jeans shoving them down my legs to the floor sitting down tugging them over my runners. "Get over here and wrap those gorgeous cock sucking lips around daddy's dick. I haven't got a lot of time, so get busy and swallow it." Dad said standing with his jeans and jock-strap around his knees. Standing in front of dad I went to my knees, looking up before taking his dick in my hand and licking it. "Mmmm this is good daddy." I said smiling. "Foreplay can wait another time when we have more time, get that dick down your throat, fag." "Yes daddy." I said, feeling lustful the way dad referred to me as his fag. I opened my mouth taking his huge cock head in my mouth, taking a deep breath ready to swallow my daddy's dick. "That's the way fag." Dad said gripping my head between his hands, shoving his hips forward causing me to swallow half his cock. "You're doing good, homo." Pulling my head forward, the rest of his cock rammed down my throat with his balls smacking my bottom lip. "That's the way, get that dick good and wet for your ass." He reached over my shoulder, his hand sliding down my back, between my ass cheeks, along the crack of my ass. "Yeah I need that ass. Your fucked up bitch of a mother is holding out again. If her dad didn't own this construction company I'd drop her like a sack of potatoes. I only married the bitch because her dad owned this construction company and promised me part ownership after I married his useless daughter. Yeah even her dad thought she was useless, but then it was his daughter, what could he do." I backed up, his thick cock pulling out of my throat and mouth smeared with spit. It never looked better. "I'm ready daddy. What position do you want me?" I asked. So far he had only fucked me on my hands and knees. "The usual position, son." Dad said. "Turn around and get on your knees and shove that butt in the air." "Yes daddy." I said, looking at the stern look on his face. I was really getting turned on. Hopefully if I was lucky dad would give me good hard fuck. I'd like him to take his frustrations and anger with mom out on me. I turned around, positioning myself on my hands and knees shoving my ass high in the air, doing my best to turn dad on. "Nice fag. Your a good boy." Dad stood behind me before slapping each of my ass cheeks. "I've waited a long time for this. You're fucking mom is always hanging around lately. I'll never tire of this hot bubble butt. I don't know why you look so much like your fucked up mom because you don't behave like her. She hates my dick and sex and you can't get enough of my cock. Can you bitch?" Dad asked giving one of my ass cheeks a good hard slap, as if dad needed an answer. "Fuck me dad." I shouted forgetting where I was, wrapped up in the lust of the moment. "Shhhhhhhhhh. Keep your voice down boy. Dan is just across the hall working on shelves." Dad leaned down whispering in my ear. "Oh really." I said feeling dad's big cock sliding between my ass cheeks approaching my sphincter muscle. "What a hunk, daddy." Saying without thinking. Dan's in his early thirties, at least six-three, bulky muscular body his tight jeans could never confine. He has a dark brown hair curly haired chest that was soaked with sweat when I saw him. I've never seen him wearing a T-shirt, he was always bare chested, which was fine with me. He often leaned against something, when he was talking, causing his huge biceps, chest and stomach to bulge, revealing his sweaty, stinky, hairy arm pits. I don't think he said any more than two words with out swearing and spitting. He made it perfectly clear the only good homos were only good for worshiping real men, like him. I often heard Dan saying. "Every fag should be licking his sweaty body." He referred to fags as a bunch of cock worshipers living to serve real men with their mouths and ass. All this went through my head when I felt dad's huge cock ram through my sphincter muscle in my ass. "You like that don't you fag?" Dad asked but I knew it wasn't a question but a statement. "My construction crew are right, fags are good only for their mouths and ass and that includes you son." Gripping both of my hips, shoving the rest of his cock in my ass, his big balls slapping my balls. I felt and heard him slapping each of my ass cheeks before placing his hands on my hips. I was getting turned on getting fucked by dad where he worked and slapping my ass. "Oh yes Daddy smack my ass, it feels so good." I said, trying to keep my voice down. "Daddy you told me to be quiet and your shouting." "Don't tell a real man what to say or do when he's worked up. You may be my son but when I'm owning you, your just a fag." Dad slapped my ass cheeks harder this time. "So you like it rough do you son, I'll show you rough." Dad growled before placing them on my hips. "I should be sharing this fine ass with my buddies, if you weren't my son you'd be gang banged my work crew today. Suddenly the door flew open and to my horror and lust in walked Dan, slamming the door behind him. "How long you been keeping that fag son to yourself boss?" I looked up to see Dan's face was a bright red obviously angry with my dad. He walked in taking a hold of my chin and pulling it up, forcing me to look into his rugged, three day growth facial hairs and brown eyes. "Haven't I told you boss the only thing fucking fags are good for is taking care of real men's needs and here you go hiding your homo son. Look up at me fag. Don't let me stop you boss, fuck the fag's ass." Dan shouted before slapping my face with his open hand hard enough to let me know he meant business. Still looking down at me with a look of anger and disgust he hulked up something from his throat and spat a big gob of spit on my face. "Open your fucked up mouth homo, let me have a look." He leaned over me taking a hold of my chin, my mouth wide open hulking up something in his throat and spat a big gob into my mouth. I was really getting turned on the way Dan had marched in taking control, slapping me around, even spitting on my face and mouth. I closed my mouth and swallowed Dan's tasty gob of spit. Dad had stopped in mid motion his cock not moving deep in my ass. "Sorry about that Dan but I didn't know how you'd take to my son being a fag." Pulling his cock out of my ass before shoving it back deep inside me. I opened my mouth wide after swallowing Dan's, gob of spit. He took a hold of my chin pulling it down. "Does he deep throat Boss?" Bending down and looking in my mouth, gobbing up another mouthful of spit. I could smell garlic he must have eaten earlier, maybe for breakfast. "You don't have to worry about me knowing your son's a fag. Truthfully I knew he was a fag but didn't know if you knew Boss. With a nice bubble butt and cock sucking lips what else could he be. Don't just look at me bitch." Letting go of my chin letting my head drop, my eyes glued to the huge bulge in his tight jeans. "It's not the first time I've caught you sneaking a look at this." He grabbed his crotch shaking it. "You never fooled me. Can't keep your eyes off it, can you fag? All you fucking homo's are the same, can't keep an eye off my bulging jeans." He asked already knowing the answer. He let go of his jeans, grabbing the back of my head shoving the bulge in my face. I could taste the mud and grime of his soiled jeans, but it was the aroma of a real man, like my dad when he was on a construction site. Without hesitation I reached up unbuttoning his fly with only one thing on my mind, having a good look at his hidden cock. I licked my lips, dad gripping my hips drove his cock in my hungry ass, slapping both my ass cheeks harder than before. I pushed my ass back for more smacking. "Hungry little bugger aren't you fag. Move your head a minute." Shoving my head back, shoving his jeans down, shaking his hips, his jeans falling to his ankles, revealing his strong, hairy legs. I wanted to bury my face into his dry flaky cum and pissy jock strap. It was obvious Dan wore the same jock strap day after day to work and never wiped his cock after pissing or shooting off a load. "Go ahead I see what's on your mind fag." Grabbing my short blond hair pushing my face into his bulging jock strap. Lick it up. I shot off a big load in them after work yesterday. Enjoy." He said pulling my head back looking into my eyes. "What do you have to say fag?" "Thank you Sir." I said without thinking lost in lust starring up into Dan's sturdy rugged handsome face. "Glad you know your place homo. That's the way fag's are suppose to address their Masters. Open your fucking mouth." Dan shouted. I opened my mouth as ordered the same time Dan coughed up something in his mouth and spat a big gob in my mouth. "Swallow that fag." He was still gripping my hair he pulled my face into his dirty, stinky jock strap. I could actually feel his big cock and cum filled balls in my face. "Do you want that dick boy?" He asked pulling my head away from his jock strap. Pull down my jock strap." I reached up taking a hold of the sides of his jock ready to tug it down. "No boy use your teeth, I want to see you work for it." He said starring down at me with a look of authority and domination written all over his handsome face. I opened my mouth biting into the top of Dan's dirty stinky jock and tugged. The jock strap didn't move because of the hefty cock and balls inside. I was determined to have what was inside and bit down harder tugging as hard as I could until inch by inch the jock strap pulled down. His thick uncut cock burst out virtually springing up, pre-cum flying through the air, landing on my face before his cock smacked his hairy, wash board stomach. "Now it's all yours fag." He spat another big gob of spit in my face before grabbing the back of my head forcing my face into his stinky, sweaty balls. "How's that ass Boss? Am I treating your fag of a son the way he needs to be treated." Dan asked. "Eat them balls fag." "I would have to give you A+ Dan. Do what Dan orders son and make me proud." Dad yelled pulling his cock out of my ass letting go of my hips before smacking each of my ass cheeks again. "At least your a lot more useful than that worthless mother ever was and will ever be." I didn't need to be asked twice sticking my tongue out swiping it over his hairy balls enjoying the flavor of his cum filled balls. I could tell it had been a while since he'd had his balls emptied and I was hungry for that pent up load. He did say something about dumping a load last night in his jock strap. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." Was the only way of expressing myself my face smashed into his balls. "Lets see how good you are at eating balls. It's been a hell of a long time since I had my balls eaten." Letting go of my head allowing me to open my mouth to take one of the small eggs, enjoying the taste, aroma and texture of his big balls. "You did pretty good fag, lets see if you can handle both of them. Go ahead don't be shy homo." Dan slapped each of my cheeks before gobbing a couple more time, fresh spit dripping down my cheeks. "How's that ass Boss?" Dan asked. "His ass is the best Dan." Dad answered pulling his cock out of my ass until only his cock head remained in my ass. "It's all yours when I'm finished, if you want to try it out." "You bet I would. Eat those balls." Grabbing his other ball in his hand and shoving it in my mouth. "Yeah that's pretty damn good. Is it possible for you to bring your fag son the next time the crew get together for cards? He'd provide some damn good entertainment. Instead of money we could play for who fucks the fag first. Just the top six of us the first time." Dan shouted a stern look on his face spitting on my head, looking over my shoulders at dad. I got the impression Dan wasn't asking if I could come along to the next card game, but ordering dad to bring me along. Dad rammed his cock deep inside me before answering Dan. "I don't know if the top six crew guys will accept Jason being a fag, even if they are, they may be too rough on my son. Up until you walked in I've been the only one Jason's been with sexually." "Listen up fucker, I ain't asking. You have your son at the construction gym next Friday after work. You got it fucker?" Dan shouted the same time dad pulled his cock out of my ass. His hands started shaking while gripping my hips and knew dad was getting scarred the way Dan was ordering him around but didn't answer Dan. "Are you listening to me, fucker." Dan was a tough and hot ordering his boss around and even calling dad a fucker. Dan was my kind of man tough and dominate. I hoped the other six men would be at least half as tough as Dan. I sure would be a Friday night I'd never forget. Dad didn't move for a few seconds not saying a word, not answering Dan. Dan slapped my face a couple more times spitting on my head. "Answer me Boss. You know I'm going to be spreading the word if you show up or don't show up with Jason. So if you're smart you'll show up with him. You don't want me showing up at your house and dragging him to the gym. I'd say by the looks in Jason's sparkling eyes, he's up for eight hunks, gang banging him for a few hours including you and me Boss. You're the stupid one. Nod your head if you're turned on about eight studs gang banging you fag?" Dan asked looking down at my mouth stuffed with his big balls, slapping each of my cheeks lightly gobbing in my face. I did my best to nod my head up and down, excited at the thought of all the hard bodied men swearing, cursing, smelly crew, taking my mouth and ass the entire night. I hoped Dan was including Pete and Hank among the hot studs. "That's enough ball washing, get on my cock and get it good and wet for that hot ass." "Your fag son's up to it, Boss. Hurry the fuck up and shoot your load in the fag's ass, so I can have some of it before I head back to work." Dan said the same time I let one ball followed by the other ball out my mouth. I licked up the underside of his thick long cock, that had to be at least eight inches if not longer. Dad was pounding my ass good and hard by the time my tongue reached Dan's large, cock head. "Are you really into my construction crew fucking you, next Friday?" Dad asked ramming his cock in my ass, good and hard before slapping each of my ass cheeks. "It won't be an hour, it'll mean your mouth and ass being plowed at least four or more hours. If I know my crew they'll be up to shooting more than a couple loads each. I can promise the only time either of your holes will be empty will be while someone gets ready to shove their cocks inside. I can't predict what other stuff they'll do with you those four or more hours." "It would be a dream come true daddy." I answered licking Dan's cock head before opening my mouth taking it in my head. "Eat that cock boy." Dan yelled gripping my short hair before shoving his cock in my mouth entering my throat. He didn't stop pushing my head down until his balls smacked my bottom lip. "Way to go, this is a fucking first." He slapped each of my cheeks lightly before gobbing in my face a couple of times. "The crew are going to enjoy getting good and rough with your son next Friday. I'm not going to tell them about Jason, keep him as a surprise for Arthur's birthday surprise. You keep your mouth shut as well Boss. That goes for you as well homo, don't be running around to different construction sites blabbing. You got that?" Slapping and gobbing in my face. I couldn't answer with my throat full of Dan's big cock, but I don't think I needed to. It was probably obvious to Dan I was there to do what ever he ordered. "Any thing you say Dan." Dad yelled. "I'm fucking close. Real close." Pulling his big cock out of my ass and ramming in harder than the last time. "I'm cumming." His cock vibrating in my ass before he tugged it out. "He's all yours Dan. I've got to get back and see how those useless college guys are doing." He pulled his T-shirt on before pulling his dirty stinky jock strap back on, jeans doing them up. "See you at home later son. "Have a good time with Dan." Dan pulled his cock out of my mouth walking behind me slapping each of my painful ass cheeks. It was a good thing they would be covered when I got home, mom would know something was going on and would want an explanation. "Go ahead Boss the boys probably wonder what all the noise is all about and probably have run for the hills. Don't be surprised if their not there when you get back." Dad stopped holding the door knob. "Just a minute. How are we going to arrange Friday. Who's going to get a hold of the six guys we choose?" Dad asked. "Three of the seven top crew counting myself work here, you can talk to them before leaving today. I'm sure Hank and Pete would love to bang your son. They probably already know Jason's a fag but have been keeping it to themselves. I can contact the other two across town working Mason's office building Tim and Craig. That only leaves Eric and John working the Taylor place on Market Ave. You can drop by Monday and talk to them. Make sure you let on it's a card party and not let on it's a gang bang, your son the main event." Dan said slapping my ass cheeks a couple more times before reaching over my back and grabbing my shoulders. "I'll give you a call Wednesday to make sure everything is arranged for Friday." "Oh no, I almost forgot, what if Anna has made plans for next Friday." Dad said his face beginning to break out in a sweat, probably worried about Dan's reaction. "Build up some back bone man. Tell your wife you have plans for Friday evening and too fucking bad if she has her own plans Friday." Dan shouted his cock sliding between my ass cheeks. "I know what I'll do, I'll tell her it's an important meeting, she'll presume it's a meeting her dad arranged. I just won't let on other wise." Dad said. "That's what I'll do. I'll give you a call Wednesday after supper." Opening the door and walking out, closing the door behind him. "Now I can have some fun with you fag." Reaching up and grabbing my short hair, practically ripping my hair out by the roots. "I knew you were a homo, but didn't want making moves until your dad realized you were nothing but a fag." Dan said his cock thrusting through my sphincter muscle. "It was worth the wait, even after your dad fucked it." He dropped his hands to my shoulder, shoving his cock deep inside me before pulling out. "There's no doubt the boys are going enjoy next Friday." With his cock deep inside my ass he took his hands from my shoulder slapping each of my ass cheeks. "You like my big cock in your ass fag?" "Wow it's great Dan. You sure know how to fuck." I answered feeling excited. "You can fuck me anytime you want Dan." "You bet I will fag." Dan said slapping each of my ass cheeks before putting his hands on my hips and pulling his cock out. "Damn right I'll be getting more of this ass." Slamming his cock deep inside my ass, pulling it out only to ram it even harder. I could feel his sweaty body pressed against my back, pumping his cock faster and deeper. "Tell me what you want." Pulling his cock out of my ass only his cock still inside me. He didn't move for a couple of seconds. "I told you to tell me what you want fag." "Fuck me Dan, ram that big cock in my ass, fuck me and never stop. You can fuck me for hours and I'd still want you to keep fucking me." I shouted feeling lustful as well as excited. "That's better." Dan leaning over my body whispered in my ear. "Glad we have an understanding. You'll be ready for me to fuck this fine ass anytime or any place, won't you fag?" He asked. "You bet I will. Any time any place." I answered really not paying attention to what I was agreeing to lost in the moment. "Fuck me, just fuck me good and hard Dan." ++++++++++++ We were both covered in sweat Dan continued fucking my ass, slapping my ass every once in a while between gobbing on my ass cheeks or back. He had to be pounding my ass a good half hour at least before he shouted, his cock growing thicker and beginning to vibrate inside me. "I'm cumming boy." He wasn't kidding, he sure was shooting a big load in my ass. "I haven't shot a load since last night in the washroom. This time I didn't waste my load in my jock strap. "Get up fag and get dressed and remember any time and any place." Dan pulled his jeans up, doing them up. "Later fag." He said without thanking me for letting him screw me, he went to the door and walked out. My ass cheeks were painful after all the slapping but it was a pleasurable pain knowing I had been fucked by real he-men, dad and Dan. I grabbed a near by rag doing my best to clean all the spit from my face and body before getting dressed. I headed down the hall to where dad was working with the college guys. "I'm heading to the gym for three or four hours before heading home. I'll be home by six at the latest. Still want to go out for supper before mom comes home?" I asked. "That will be fine Jason, I'll be finished with these college guys soon and head to my gym for the rest of the day. Did you enjoy yourself with Dan?" He asked. "I know I did." I don't know if Stan and Timmy had any idea what dad, Dan and I did in the room down the hall but they looked at each other and smiled. "I sure did Dad." I was curious if Stan and Timmy suspected I had been getting fucked down the hall. I reached in my pocket pulling out change dropping some on the floor. I got on my hands and knees to pick up my change, my ass turned facing Timmy and Stan. I looked at dad and smiled hoping he'd get the hint to turn his back. He shook his head and nodded before turning around pretending to look at something on the far wall. I looked between my spread legs making sure neither Timmy or Stan knew I was looking at them between my legs. Timmy leaned over and whispered something to Stan and Stan whispered something back. They both looked at dad facing the wall and my ass pushed in the air. I guess it shouldn't have surprised me they both started groping growing bulges in their jeans. Dad grunted. "I'll have to see about that later." I knew he was warning Timmy and Stan he was about to turn around. I started standing up the same time Timmy and Stan turned around, their backs facing away from dad and I. "Aren't you going to give these guys a break dad?" I asked. "After all you had a break." Winking at dad. Dad shook his head before nodding. "I don't believe you Jason, you didn't get enough with me and Dan?" I licked my lips before rubbing my hand over my ass cheeks. "Nope." I answered. "I suppose your right son, the guys deserve a bit of a break. Hay guys you need a break?" Dad asked. Timmy and Stan turned around their hands in front of their jeans, obvious doing their best to hide their boners. I looked at dad and smiled before looking first at Timmy and then Stan, licking my lips. I reached around making sure Timmy and Stan were watching me massage my bubble butt. "I really think the guys need to take a break dad. I could hang around and show the guys down the hall. You never showed them the far room, did you dad?" "No I didn't. Would the two of you like to have a look at the room down the hall?" I asked, licking my lips, massaging my bubble butt. "It would be my pleasure to show the two around." "Only if it's okay with you Mr. Martin." Timmy answered smiling, absently massaging the growing bulge in his jeans. "I wouldn't want to disappoint your son not giving us a tour of the room down the hall." "Yes, like Timmy said, if it's alright with you Mr. Martin. I wouldn't mind a break." Stan answered smiling, absently messaging the growing bulge in his jeans. "That's right Timmy and I wouldn't want to disappoint your son's generous offer to see the room down the hall." "Go ahead the three of you. My son doesn't fool me for a minute, he wants to suck your cocks and for the two of you to fuck him. You don't need to go down the hall, I've watched him getting banged and sucking cock. The both of you do want to throw my son a good fuck and blow you, don't you. Have your girl friends been holding out?" Dad asked. "You've got that right Mr. Martin. Sandy's been a real bitch, sorry she hasn't been giving me any for the past week." Stan said smiling. "Neither has Tina." Timmy answered. "I'm surprised you're allowing the two us a piece of your hot son." Pulling his T-shirt over his head tossing it on the floor. "I'd love a blow job. Tina never wants to blow me." "At least I found out the two of you aren't fags." Dad laughed wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Go ahead and strip down son and show the boys what their going to enjoy." I pushed my shorts and undershorts down to my feet before stepping out of them. I walked over to Timmy, standing in front of him. He had kicked off his shoes and T-shirt standing only in his jeans. "Have a feel of my buns Timmy since you get to fuck them first." I said turning my head looking at Timmy. "There all red Jason. I gather your dad and that guy Dan must have been slapping them." Timmy said running his hand over my butt. "I never saw a great looking bubble butt on a white guy before. I could hear that guy giving it to you all the way out here." "Don't just stand there feeling them Timmy, strip down and get that cock inside his ass. Jason's always telling me how hungry his butt hole is." Dad shouted. "We haven't got all day, I still want to finish off before heading home." "Not a problem Mr. Martin." Timmy said undoing his jeans shoving them along with his boxers to his feet and stepping out of them. His good sized cock bounced out slapping his stomach. He had a good gymnastic body. "I suppose my seven and a half inch cock will look pretty small compared to your dad and that guy Dan. I'm proud to say that it isn't skinny." "You're right about that Timmy, it's a good size around and seven and half inches isn't small by a long shot, compared to my six inches, but I don't intend to be using mine on any one. When I'm getting fucked I don't even have to touch it for it to shoot out a load. I said. I looked over at Stan who was standing nude, his pretty good sized cock pressed against his flat stomach. He had a good gymnastic body. "Think you will be able to handle nine inches Jason, it's about the same thickness as Timmy's dick? This is the first time I've seen his cock hard. I've only seen it soft in the gym shower." I'd had enough talking and got on my knees in front of Stan smothering my face in his low hanging balls and taking a good smell. They weren't as sweaty or smelly as dad's or Dan's but that was alright. "You really like those balls, don't you Jason?" Stan moaned. "Do you lick balls?" "You want to believe I do." I answered pulling back licking his ball sack. Timmy was behind me pressing his cock against my ass crack, slowly his cock slid through my ass cheeks. "Wow this is hot, I never fucked a guy before, it's kind of wild." He grunted. "You boys got to learn how to handle a fag, like my son. The both of you are way to easy on him, slap him up a bit and don't be afraid to spit on the fag." Dad said sounding aggressive and domineering. "Really, I always fantasized about roughing up a girl before but knew it would be the wrong thing to do." Timmy said his voice deepening coughing up a big gob of spit and spitting in my face. "Man this is hot." Slapping my cheek lightly. "Same with me." Stan said and slapped my ass cheek lightly, his cock pushing into my sphincter muscle. "Really slap the fag's ass Stan. Don't pussy foot around. You may never get another chance to rough up someone again." Dad said walking behind me slapping my ass cheek hard. "That's the way to handle fags." "Shit he calls his own son a fucking fag and slaps him around. You really like that Jason?" Stan asked while I began licking his low hanging balls. "You bet I do, it really turns me on." I said taking one of his good size balls in my mouth and swishing it around. "That feels fantastic." Stan said looking down at me before looking at dad. "Eat those balls fag." Spitting in my face again. "I could really get into this. How about you Timmy?" "Call me Tim from now on. Timmy sounds wimpy and doesn't suit roughing a fag around." Tim grunted, ramming the rest of his nine inch cock in my ass. As soon as his cock was deep inside me he took his hands from my hips slapping each of my ass cheeks as hard as dad. "Fucking fags good only for fucking and sucking cock." "Fucking right Tim." Stan agreed. "Get on my cock fag, leave the balls alone." I didn't say anything just looked up taking a hold of his seven and half inch thick cock and popped his mushroom shaped cock head in my mouth. "Work that cock fag." Grabbing a hold of my head. "Wish I could go all the way and deep throat him, that would be hot." Stan said looking down at me with his cock head in my mouth. "Fuck his throat Stan, he loves his throat used for cock bashing." Dad laughed. "Don't hold back." "Shit." Was all Stan said still gripping my head pulling his hips back. He took a deep breath before gripping my head and shoved his cock in my mouth and half way down my throat. He pushed his hips once more with the rest of his thick seven and a half inch cock shoved down my throat. I felt his low hanging balls smacking my bottom lip. "That's great." Not moving. "Never had such a great feeling in my entire life. I bet my dad would love to fuck your hot throat and ass. He's always complaining mom doesn't give him enough. You'd like Tim and my dads. They work out together and have builds just like your dad. I am willing to bet he'd give your throat and ass a good hard fuck and I do mean hard unlike me. I'm sure you'd like his cock. I've only seen it soft and it's way bigger than mine soft. Just guessing but it's at least the size as Tim's cock. What about your dad Stan?" Tim pulled his cock out of my ass letting go of my hips and smacking each of my ass cheeks gobbing on my back and ass cheeks. "Fucking fag. You got that right Stan, I bet my dad would love to fuck this hot ass and throat. He's always complaining mom doesn't give him enough like your dad does. I've only seen dad's cock soft in the gym shower but it's way bigger than mine soft and mine isn't small, right Stan." Tim grabbed my hips ramming every inch of his nine inch cock inside me. "Fuck it's been so long since I shot last, I'm ready to shoot already, what about you Stan?" Pulling his cock out of my ass before shoving it inside my ass a couple more times. "You're right about that Tim, this throat is hot and tight, I can't hold out much longer." Stan pulled his cock out of my throat into my mouth before plowing it deep down my throat. "I'm cumming." Stan's cock growing thicker and could feel it vibrating in my throat shouting. "Fuck this is hot." Pulling his cock out until his cock head was in my mouth, filling my mouth with a good couple of tasty loads of fresh creamy cum. Tim gripping my hips tighter than ever ramming his cock deep inside my ass. I felt it growing bigger and pumping out a nice big load. "Wow I needed that." He shouted. "Thanks Mr. Martin for letting me fuck the ass off your fag son." Standing up walking over to dad shaking dad's hand. "I really appreciated it." Walking back to where his clothes lay on the floor picking up his T-shirt. "Same with me." Sam said walking to dad shaking his hand. "I needed that in the worse way. It's the pits jacking off. I'll get dressed and get back to work." "Me too." Tim said walking to where he had taken his clothes off picking up his T-shirt ready to pull over his head. I looked down at his stiff cock that hadn't softened. Then looked at Stan's hard cock that hadn't softened either. "Look at the guys, Daddy. You can't expect them to go back working in their condition. Their cocks are still rock hard. I think Stan should try out my ass and Tim my throat this time." I said walking over to Tim grabbing his cock in my fist. "I bet this will taste mighty good." "We've already taken too much of your dad's time." Stan said walking behind me placing his hand on one of my ass cheeks. "I do have to say that ass looks mighty nice." "You sure made his throat sound great Stan, the way you were moaning and groaning fucking that throat. I have to agree with you Stan we don't want to take advantage of Mr. Martin's valuable time. "Please Daddy. Please let them fuck me again. Maybe they can work over time or something." I pleaded to dad. "Alright but Monday you boys are to be here an hour earlier to make up for today. We might as well pack up for the day since you boys are going to fuck Jason." Dad said. "You're such a fucking slut son." "Thank you so much dad, you can fuck me tonight after mom goes to sleep." I said smiling crawling between Tim's muscular legs licking his low hanging cum covered balls. "Mmmm that tastes good stud." "You'll have to work up another load from those balls, I never dropped two loads one after the other before." Tim said looking down before coughing up some more phlegm and spitting inn my face. "You look good down there fag." "This ass sure looks great, but it's going to take a while building up another load. So your sort of like pimping your son. That makes you Jason's pimp, Mr. Martin?" Tim asked giving each of my ass cheeks a good slap. "Man these are getting red." "Today is the first time other men fucked my son, you and Stan are only the second and third guys to fuck Jason other than me. So I could hardly call myself his pimp. I'm just sharing his many talents. Look at the big smile on his face as you can see my fag son is enjoying this himself as much as the two of you." Dad said. "Go ahead Tim give my son what he wants and obviously needs." "Sure thing Mr. Martin." Stan said slapping my ass cheeks before sliding his thick seven and a half inch cock between my ass cheeks, directly into my ass. "Now this is what I call great. I can't believe he's been fucked by Tim, you and that guy Dan." "Fuck this is hot." Tim grunted as I continued washing my tongue over his balls. "Keep that up and your bound to build up my second load faster than I thought." "You got it Tim?" I answered before taking one of big balls in my mouth and swishing it around enjoying the taste and texture of his balls. I wondered if I could take the other one in my mouth so I leaned over opening my mouth wide and took his other ball in my mouth. I had trouble swishing them around in my mouth my mouth being extra full. "Fuck yes work those balls in your hot mouth." Coughing up more phlegm spitting on my face. My face was a mass of my sweat and gobs of spit. "I like this ass." Stan said pulling his cock out of my ass before pushing deep inside again. He gripped my ass until his cock was all the way in my ass balls deep. Then he let go of my hips smacking each of my tender ass cheeks again and again. My ass cheeks were getting to be very sore and tender but I had never been so turned on in my life. "Fucking fags, now I know what your good for." Putting his hands on my hips pulling his cock out of my ass plowing deep inside. "I could fuck this hot ass for hours." Stan said his cock head remaining in my ass before he rammed deep inside me. I could feel sweat dripping all over my sweaty back as he pumped his cock deep inside me. "I never guessed a throat could be so tight." Tim said pulling his cock out until only his cock head was in mouth before ramming it deep in my throat. I was sure by tomorrow my lips were going to be bruised as well as my ass cheeks, but it didn't matter to me as long as I got to enjoy cock down my throat and in my hungry ass. Tim was really going to town on my ass giving it good hard smacks when he wasn't gripping my hips. He was beginning to pick up speed fucking my ass faster and harder. "You boys must be building up loads by now." Dad spoke up for the first time since Stan and Tim were fucking my ass and throat. "You've been at it over a half hour." "I'm almost there Mr. Martin." Stan said while busily ramming his cock in my ass pulling out and ramming inside my ass faster and harder not taking a break to smack my ass. Suddenly I felt my balls drawing up and I couldn't hold back as load after load spurted out of my cock on the floor. "Don't forget you'll be licking that load up before we head for home fag." Dad called. "Shit I'm ready." Tim shouted ramming his cock all the way down my throat his cock growing bigger and vibrating in my throat. He pulled out spurting a nice big mouth full of his salty thick load. I swished it around in my mouth before swallowing. It had a different taste than Stan's cum but was just as delicious. This time Tim's cock began softening as I licked it clean. "That was great." "I'm cumming." Stan shouted his cock having just been rammed in my ass, it thickened and pumped out a nice big load filling my ass. "Wow, I hope I get to tap that fine ass and throat again." He pulled out standing up walking in front of me presenting me with his softening cock. "Clean it up fag." "Get dressed and clean the place up and the both of you can head out of here. Don't forget to clean up that mess you made fag." Dad said pointing to my load on the floor. Get dressed and I'll meet you at home when I finish here. I'll have to put in some extra time at the gym tomorrow since I missed today." I got dressed after wiping the spit off my face. Stan and Tim were both dressed by the time I finished getting dressed. "Thank you guys, I sure didn't expect a hot day when I dropped by to see dad." I said. "You're not the only one son. I'm sure Dan is happy and looking forward to next Friday. Tim and Stan look happy as well. "Did you enjoy yourselves boys? "There would be only one thing hotter than today." Tim said grinning. "What's that Tim." Stan asked. "Watching the fag getting his mouth and ass gang banged by the hot College teams. Don't you think that would be hot Stan?" Tim said. "Shit that would be the hottest, especially those massive, muscular black guys on the football and basketball teams." Stan said with this far off look in his eyes as if picturing a bunch of horny black men fucking me. His vision cleared. "Come on Tim we should be happy Mr. Martin allowed us a good fuck today never mind your pipe dreams." "What's it with me daddy?" I asked. "Guys want to watch me getting gang banged, and not just any guys, big powerful guys. First it was Dan, then you and now Tim and Stan." "Lets just say you are a real crowd pleaser son. Don't be so fast to give up on your fantasies guys." Dad said. "If we're down for your college teams gang banging Jason, there will have to be rules." "What kind of rules, we won't have a problem with a few rules, will we Stan." Tim shouted jumping in the air. "I will always be at every pre-arranged gang bang? That's the only rule." Dad said walking up and patting me on my ass. "How's it sound to you Jason?" Dad asked slapping my ass. "You're always complaining you don't get enough muscular studs fucking your mouth and ass." "Wow daddy. I guess Friday will be my first gang bang." I said smiling. "I can't wait." "Here's my phone number boys but when you call ask for me and don't mention Jason." Dad said glaring at Tim and Stan. "There's no need for my wife to know her son is a fag and slut." "Thanks Mr. Martin." Tim said copying down dad's phone number. "We better get the place cleaned up before we leave." Dad, Stan, Tim and I pitched in cleaning up in no time. "Remember an hour early Monday to make up for today." Dad said opening the front door and walking out followed by me, Stan and Tim. "The best time to get a hold of me is after seven in the evening. Give me a call after you get together with your college sports teams and we'll arrange a time and place for them to gang bang Jason." Dad said. "Sure thing Mr. Martin." Tim said. "See you early Monday morning." "Thanks for today Mr. Martin, it was the best. See you early Monday morning." Stan waved turning around beside Tim and heading down the street. Dad and I headed for his car. "We'll have to put in an extra couple of hours at the gym tomorrow to make up for missing today." Dad said while I climbed in the passenger seat and dad the drivers side, starting the car heading for home. How does everyone like the many possibilities for Joey and his Dad? End of Chapter 2. Any suggestions for "Joey and Dad"? Please send e-mails addressed to. barry97_97@yahoo.com