Date: Wed, 04 Jan 2006 15:41:02 -0500 From: Mical Manchester Subject: My Father's Men-12 I really want to thank you all for sticking with me and this story. Like most of you know the majority of this story comes from my own real life and I enjoy sharing the details. This one chapter is 100% true (about my actions) and was my first trip to New York and the reason I moved here! I hope you will continue to send me praise and feedback for my chapters of this story. I love hearing from you and you encourage me to keep writing more and more. nycbottommical@hotmail.com. (Also, if anyone wants to see my pictures, my profile on Bigmuscle.com is- nyc_bottom_mical) Please let me know what you think of the new chapter and id love to hear any ideas you may have about upcoming chapters. Thanksgiving had been an amazing time. Not only did I get fucked by my Uncle Alex that night, but also from my stud of a cousin Scot. In fact, it seems the whole time they were here for Thanksgiving I was being fucked by one of them, and my father was fucking one of my cousins. I even caught sight one night of my Uncle and my father "playing" together. The sight of those 2 handsome, muscular, gods fucking is something that I will never forget. The late November weather sent a chill through the air, but the relationship between my parents was equally as cold. They didn't seem to be talking as much, or showing the affection towards each other that I had come to expect, and I didn't even hear sounds of sex coming from their room anymore. It seems that one of them were always out of town for some reason, any reason it seemed to be away from the other. I loved my parents and they were both soo good to me and I hated seeing their marriage show signs of failure. I knew about my father's "other" life and wondered if it was just too much for him and wondered if he wasn't looking to move on with his life. I also wondered if my mother had also found love on the side and had her own relationships. Basketball and school kept me busy, but nothing could keep my mind off of sex and men. This whole new world had opened up to me and I wasn't going to let it slip away. I loved it too much. Than again, Marc wouldn't let me forget about it. He was constantly calling, constantly setting up "appointments" for us to get together. To my shock and amazement, Marc had made reservations for a special getaway, with the approval of my father. This weekend he was going to take me away and I was soo exicted, I could barely contain myself. Finally, Friday arrived. "Hey Mical, you have everything all set," my father asked as he walked into my room. "I think so dad, everything is all packed." "Well, knowing you and Marc, you've packed too much clothing. All you need are condoms and lube." I smiled at him. "Well, I'm sure you have plans of your own daddy, especially since mom is away this weekend." "Yes, the question is who I am not going to do this weekend." The sound of the doorbell interrupted our inappropriate father/son moment. "Well, there's my first fuck now. Just one thing Mical, you have all the fun you want son, just you save some of this hot ass for me," my father commanded as his hands groped my ass. "There will always be some of this for you daddy." I picked up my bag and headed downstairs, kissed my father and opened the door, it was Sean. "Hey Sean, have fun this weekend." "I definitely will." I walked out of the house and shut the door. As I was getting into my car I looked back indoors and through the window I could see that Sean was already on his knees worshipping my father's magnificent cock. I was jealous, but I could hardly stop smiling because of the weekend that I was going to have. As I drove to Marc's house I gave him a call. "Hey daddy, I'm on my way." "Perfect timing boy, my wife and kids just left. We have a little time once you get here to have some fun before we have to head to the airport." Before long I was pulling into his enormously large home, with Marc still on the phone. Once he spotted my car coming up his long driveway, he hung up and came outside to greet me. Dressed in only a robe, Marc came over to my door and gave me a huge kiss on the lips. "I've missed you Mical." "I've missed you too," I replied. Marc grabbed my bag from the trunk of my car and we went inside. Once inside the home he tossed the bag aside, next to the one he had packed, grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom, which had become a very well known room for me. I quickly undressed and watched as the robe Marc had been wearing slipped from his body. I had seen Marc naked hundreds of times, but each time it had the same effect on me. His body was the closest thing to perfection I had ever seen. He was definitely the inspiration for Greek Gods. My body and mind went numb when I stood in his naked presence. I felt like I had no control over my body, and I didn't care. I would let Marc do whatever he wanted to me and my body. I was just soo appreciative that he was giving his beautiful body and cum to me. I was a very lucky boy. Marc positioned me on the side of the bed, hands stretched forward. The bed stood very high off the ground so he could stand behind me in this position and really fuck me. Marc usually put me like this when he wanted to "get off" very quickly, and because we had a plane to catch I knew this was the reasoning. It didn't matter how he fucked me, just as long as he fucked me. The moment his mammoth cock entered my body I went into sensory overdrive. It had been days since he had fucked me and I had been waiting and waiting for this moment. "Ooohhh yeah, daddy, mmmm, feels soooo good." "You like that boy? You really are my slut, my boy hole." When Marc spoke to me this way, it really turned me on. I knew Marc respected me, so when he talked dirty and treated me like his fuck toy and really made me hot. Before I knew it Marc was pulling out of my slick ass and dumping his hot load on my back. He traced his tongue up and down my spine licking up all the cum he had released. I flipped my body over so that his body was positioned over me. Slowly he spit his load into my open mouth. For as long as I could I savored the taste of his hot cum in my mouth. "That's enough boy, now let's get going." I followed Marc into the shower and we cleaned ourselves up. Within a very short amount of time we had dressed, a limo had picked us up at the house, and we were on our way to the airport. We boarded the plane and were on our way. Marc had purchased 2 first class tickets so I was happy. Meanwhile, back at home, my dad was having his own fun. He had finished with Sean a few hours back and he had found another hot ass and mouth to serve him, make that two. Twin brothers Joe and Carlo, who lived a few houses down, had joined in on the fun. They were the 16 year-old sons of Pietro Vitali, a wealthy businessman in town. Physically they were very Italian- not very tall in height, but they made up for it in other places. They were both avid bodybuilders and worked out at my father's gym. For being only 16, they both had amazing bodies, appropriately positioned with hair, but it was their asses that turned the heads of all the men at the gym. Each boy's ass composed of 2 perfectly shaped melons, the perfect bubble butts. Joe and Carlo knew that their asses were their best assets, wore tight fitting shorts and pants, and used it to their advantage to get whatever they wanted, like sex with my father and all the other hot men in the neighborhood. They were wealthy boys who were used to getting what they wanted and somehow I knew that my father didn't mind. Ever since he coached our youth football team, my father had always taken a liking to the Vitali boys and always wanted me to invite them over to the house to play. Looking back on those days, I'm sure I wasn't the only one playing with them. My father lay back against the headboard of the large bed in his mater suite, arms crossed behind his head. Standing on their knees in front of him were the boys, engaged in heavy mouth to mouth action. Following the orders of my father, the boys had their tongues deeply thrust down each others mouth and were hungrily swapping spit. The boys may have been brothers but they looked more like lovers. It was hot and was definitely turning my father on. He was enjoying the show the boys were giving him and struggled to keep his hands off his hardening and precum leaking cock. He enjoyed watching, but had to partake in some of the action. "That's good boys, that's very good. Come over here and give me some." The boys changed positions and straddled my father's powerful thighs, one on each side. My father placed his hands behind their heads drawing them both into his open and hungry mouth. The sounds of heavy sucking and deep kissing filled the room. My father had moved his hands from the boys' heads to their asses, where he drew them close to him and to each other. On the bed they were one, combined mass of man muscle, and the action was really heating up. The boys were acting like oversexed little puppies and couldn't consume enough of my father. My father had the sexual appetite of several men so it usually took a couple of boys to satisfy all his urges. While the boys were devouring my father's mouth, my father broke away from the boys and reached into the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. "Here Joe," my father said as he threw a black dildo at the boy. "Go over there and warm yourself up while I take care of your brother." Obediently Joe got up and lay down on a small sofa in the room. Carlo took advantage of the situation to have some alone time with my father and swallowed his gigantic cock in one gulp. My father was shocked. "I've had enough of that Carlo, I want your pussy son." Just like his brother, Carlo was very quick to do what my father had ordered him to do. My father got up off the bed so the Italian boy could position himself on all fours. Before my father took full control of the tight boy pussy in front of him, he gave some attention to Joe. "That's it Joe, shove that dildo up your hole real hard. Get that boy cunt ready for my huge cock." My father wasted little time with the neighbor boy in front of him and started thrusting into Carlo with everything he had, no time for warm-ups. The trail of sweaty black hairs that outlined his hole made my father really horny. My father appreciated the hairiness of the Vitali boys. It was something different from the smooth muscle boys that were his normal bitches. "OOOOOHHHHH, DADDDY, FEELS SOOOOOOO GOOD," Carlo was able to say as his head thrashed from side to side, taking every inch of my father's enormous cock with ease. My father made each of his "boys" call him daddy, it was a possessive term for him and he made sure they boys showed him the respect he deserved. The fucking lasted for almost 20 minutes, and then my father was ready to plant his seed far up in the boy. He kept fucking and fucking until he exploded. "OOOHHH, AHHHHH, EGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." my father exclaimed as his sperm shot from his cock into the boys fuck chute. He tightened his grip on the boy's waist as he deposited as much of his cum as he could inside Carlo. "Phew, that was really good Carlo. You sure have learned a lot since I started fucking you a few years ago. I'm proud son, really proud. I've got some friends who I'd like to pimp this hole out to. Good boy!" "Thanks DADDY. I always try to please you." "Go get cleaned up boy. I've got plans for your brother." Carlo gave my father a kiss on the lips and went into the bathroom and got into the shower. My father walked over to Joe who was on the sofa, still shoving the dildo hard and fast into his hole. My father grabbed the dildo from his hands and held it firm into the boy. "So, you think you're ready for my cock, whore?" "YES SIR. PLEASE SIR," Joe answered, almost begging for my father to give him the same treatment that he had given his brother. "Ok slut, I want you on your back, so I can look into your beautiful eyes." Joe got onto the bed and lifted his legs as high as he could. My father grabbed a hold of his massive thighs and held them firmly in his hands. My father and his boy were locked into each other, their eyes firmly looking into the eyes of the other individual. My father pressed the boy's legs backwards until he was firmly placed downward on the heaving chest of the boy. "You're special Joe. You are one of my favorites." "I--I--I-- don't know what to say. I'm, I'm sooo flattered." "Enough with the words boy, I want to make love to you." My father slowly and rhythmically entered the boy's ass, and at the same time began to kiss the boy with loving and passionate kisses. The entire time my father fucked the boy, he kissed him. His lips were firmly planted to the boy and it almost seemed that he was enjoying the lip action more that the fucking. My father was fucking Joe with long, slow strokes. It was quite a comparison to the quick aggressive fuck he had just given Carlo. After awhile Carlo popped back into the room and informed the couple that he was leaving. "Thanks again DADDY for the fuck. I'll leave you two alone." "You are welcome son. Tell that father of yours I plan to see him as well." "You got it." My father and Joe made love for almost an hour. My father was a man full of cum and he could have ejaculated much sooner if he had wanted, but he was enjoying the fuck and didn't want it to end. The intense passion and heat between the men had to end sometime and with a few powerful thrusts my father pulled out of Joe's ass. "OOooohhh, ahhhh, yes, I'm gonna cum boy, ahhhh, ahhhhh, gonna cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...," and with that he released several thick loads onto Joe's body. It was minutes before he had fully recovered and collapsed down on the bed. He scooped Joe up into his arms and embraced him. "I want you to stay with me." Looking somewhat shocked, Joe responded: "You got it DADDY!" Joe let his head rest on my father's chest and was ready to enjoy having an opportunity to be considered more than a piece of meat, a boy cunt to be fucked and used, by my father. My father did have his sensitive and loving moments, unfortunately not many guys got a chance to experience it. I had never been to New York before, so I was soo excited that Marc was going to show me the city. He promised to show me the "highlights" of the city, as well as some amazing sex. Marc had gone to Columbia as an undergrad and knew the city very well and I was looking forward to having such an expert tour guide on my first trip to the city. Once we had landed, we were picked up in a limo and driven into the city. Manhattan looked soo beautiful to me and I couldn't wait to explore. We were staying in a fancy suite at the Waldorf Astoria (only the best for Marc) and the size of the suite shocked me. I couldn't help but think of all the guys we could pack into the room. Marc and I unpacked our things, and we he came upon his own stack of lube and sexual toys he turned to me, smiled and said: "You ready for a great weekend Mical." "More than you know, Daddy." "A hot boy like you Mical is always a hit in New York. Wait until the muscle boys down in Chelsea get a look at you." I thought about this statement. As much as I looked forward to hooking up with hot Chelsea boys, and men, I really wouldn't have minded fucking with Marc the entire weekend. It was almost 10:00 in the evening when Marc and I got cleaned up, dressed and were ready to go out, but as Marc advised me, nothing in the city happens before 10:00, or even later. Marc made sure that my wardrobe showed off my bod and even requested that I wear a form fitting jock. We made our way to a couple of bars and lounges like G, where he flirted with the barmen and owners to get me drinks. I never had been much of a drinker and the alcohol made me light headed. We spent a couple hours making our presence known in the city and hit a few dance clubs (I loved the Roxy). I was shocked at how many hot men lived in New York and barely had a moment alone. It seemed I was always being hit on or groped by somebody, but, I was beginning to like the attention. Marc was normally chatting with men at the bar, pointing to me and smiling. Around 2 or 3 we left the final club and got into a taxi. The booze was making me not only light headed, but horny. I unzipped the front of Marc's jeans and whipped his cock out. I started sucking hit engorged meat but he raised my head in his hands and told me to, "save it for later." The taxi pulled up to an apartment building somewhere on Park Avenue. Once we walked inside the man working at the front door said hello to Marc. We went up in the elevator a few floors to the party. When we entered the apartment I noticed that the place was huge and very expensively decorated. I looked at Marc and asked: "Whose place is this?" "It's a friend of mine. He lets me borrow it when I am in New York. Now, let's go join the others." I noticed that there were about 15 men inside, all dressed in their club or dance wear, and they all looked very familiar. They all smiled and chuckled when they saw that I had arrived. Slowly Marc brought me to each man so they could get a closer look at me, and a better feel of my ass, and so I could get a closer look at them. The men in the apartment were men that I had seen at each spot we visited during the night. A few from G, a few from the Roxy, etc.. I guess Marc had been inviting men to his party when he was speaking to them at the different bars. I didn't bother me in the least that he had obviously "pimped me out" to some of his buddies. Marc had told me that I would be experiencing new things on this trip and not to act close minded about them. He told me just to relax and enjoy the whole trip! Marc led me to a large room at the end of a hallway. The room was HUGE, one of the largest I had ever seen. The room was lit only by the glow of hundreds of candles, but their flames illuminated the room very well. The room was very sparsely decorated. In the room was only one large canopy bed and a sling that was hung from the high ceiling. The large canopy bed was all leather, or rubber. I had seen beds like it called `Dungeon Beds' and they were always in catalogues for men who were involved with serious S&M. The sling was very normal and many other toys were located on shelves close to it. "So, what do you think," Marc whispered into my ear, as he began to remove the clothing from my body. "It looks hot Marc, and I'm ready to play." Within seconds I was naked and 2 other men had joined Marc and helped him place me into the sling. When I had been secured in the straps the other men came into the room. They had removed their clothing in the other rooms of the apartment and came at me, fully hard and ready to fuck my tight ass. Because I could only serve a few men at a time, many of the men stayed some distance away and began servicing each other. No ass fucking, just oral action. One by one the men came up to the sling and fucked my ass. The first man was young, the second one hairy, the third bald, the fourth was black, and the fifth was a bodybuilder. Eventually I couldn't focus on their physical attributes anymore. One by one I took them all, and they were enormously hung. Sometimes I needed assistance and had to take a sniff at the bottles of poppers that were going around the room. I am not sure how long I was in the sling, or how many loads of cum had been dumped on my body, but I did notice that Marc had disappeared. After each man had finished with my ass they left the room. Before I knew it the only other man in the room, other than myself, was the one fucking me, and he was fucking me hard. It was a brutal fuck and I was moving back and forth roughly in the sling. I swear I kept coming in and out of states of consciousness the man was fucking me so hard. The man finally finished, withdrew his cock from my ass, dumped a load of thick white cum all over my face and said, with a smirk, "welcome to New York." I was alone in the sling for some time, catching my breath and resting my sore, used and totally fucked body. My eyes kept shutting, but I was always able to revive myself. A figure entered the room from the far end. He was dressed in a leather jock, chaps, and a leather vest. He was carrying a small whip in one of his hands and his big black boots sounded heavy on the wood floors. "You did a good job boy. My friends love your ass." It was Marc. "Thanks, it was a lot of fun." As tired as I was, I couldn't help but waken up when I saw that the handsome man had returned to me. "I'm glad to hear that, but now it's my turn to fuck my son." Marc began to unclasp the restraints and pulled my body up and out of the sling. He held me close to his body and gave me a very passionate kiss on the mouth. We stayed that way for a few minutes before he led me past the sling. Surprisingly, we walked right past the bed. I was sure that he was going to fuck me on the huge rubber dungeon bed and involve me in some hot and heavy SM action, but that wasn't the plan. Instead, he took me into another equally large sized bathroom, complete with a tub that looked like a small pool. The bathroom, like the other room, was lit only by candles and because everything in the room was tiled in white it was very bright inside. I slowly sank my naked body into one end of the large bubble filled tub, and lay my head back to relax. I watched as Marc began taking off the leather equipment and setting it aside. My imagination got the better of me and I asked: "So, what was with the hot leather gear?" "Got a chance to fuck and dominate my slave boy. Because he lives here I only get to see him a few times a year, so I have to use him when I get the chance. But don't worry, he's a whore, a nothing, a worthless hole. He's not special like you boy." My mind began to wonder how many other `slaves' or `boys' Marc had throughout the United States, or even world. Any fears or worries I had were soon put to rest. Marc had gotten into the tub, pulled me close to him and poured 2 glasses of champagne. He handed me one and spoke: "To my boy, my son: You are truly something special to me and I want to share my world with you, that is why I have brought you here. I want to be with you for a very long time. I love you." We both took a sip of the champagne and proceeded to make love in the tub, Marc fucking my ass from behind with my hands stretched out of the tub and then with my ass planted firmly in his lap. It was wonderful. When we were finished we dried ourselves off, got dressed and left the apartment. When we got back to our hotel it was almost 7 in the morning and slept for the remainder of the day. I loved sex, loved being fucked, but it felt good to be in the arms of the man that I loved. To be continued....