Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2011 22:16:00 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: my son in the bar-15 ****THE FOLLOWING STORY CONCEPT WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AND CREATED BY THE AUTHOR WILLINGMIKE2@GMAIL.COM, WHO GRACIOUSLY ALLOWED ME (NPHILLYDOGG) TO CONTINUE AND COMPLETE HIS TALE. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO EMAIL EITHER ONE, OR THE BOTH OF US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS AND COMMENTS. THANK YOU FOR READING**** _________________________________________________________________________ MY SON IN THE BAR-15 15 year old Shawn Harris was asleep in bed, when he heard someone knocking at the front door. At first he thought he was dreaming, as he lay blissfully reliving the last few hours of getting gangbanged in his father's favorite bar. But after a few minutes of uninterrupted banging, Shawn woke up and realized it wasn't a dream. Dragging himself out of bed, he glanced at the clock and noticed it was only 6:10am. Wondering WHO could be calling at such an early hour, he staggered off (naked) to the door, where he found his father's best friend (Ron Payne), standing in the doorway, looking half pissed. "What took you so long...?" he asked, walking into the apartment. "Where's your dad...?" "Sleep..., I think..." answered Shawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he closed the door. Ron reached down and adjusted his erection... "I woke up with a hard-on this morning..., and couldn't think of anyplace better to get rid of it...!" Shawn's cock started to rise instantly as Ron started heading to his room... Ron started undressing as soon as he reached Shawn's bedroom. Shawn closed his bedroom door (so they wouldn't disturb his sleeping dad), then climbed up onto his bed and watched the older muscular man strip naked. Shawn couldn't get enough of older men. The boys at his school were good for multiple fucks (a lot of them coming in quick succession during sex), but getting fucked by an adult male who's body was already fully developed, turned Shawn on like no horny teenager ever could. Just watching Ron's muscles pop as he pulled off his work boots, had Shawn's 7" cock standing stilly in his crotch. "I see you're already ready..." said Ron, walking over to the bed, his own ample 10" dick leading the way. Shawn lay down flat in bed (his head tilted towards the edge) as he stretched his mouth open like a baby bird, waiting to be fed. Ron simply presented his cock as Shawn latched right on, taking it in as he lovingly wrapped his sweet pink lips about the hard shaft and began sucking. Ron watched overhead (through the light of a full moon) as the young boy enveloped his cock. He enjoyed the wet warmth the boy's mouth had to offer, but he didn't drive halfway across the city at 5 o'clock in the morning for head. Reaching down he pulled Shawn's head off the edge of the bed (upside down), then leaned forward between the boy's spread thighs, and rubbed his middle finger curiously along his hairless ass crack. Shawn groaned heatedly as Ron rubbed his hot fuck-hole, completely ignoring his stiff dick as he began thrusting in and out of the boy's open mouth. Shawn could feel the fingers working their way into him, the mass of semen he still held inside his body from The Frog (chap-12), leaking from his pried hole, moistening the entrance and allowing Ron's determined fingers to break through. "Mmmphhh..." groaned Shawn, lifting his legs for better access as Ron's thick cock slid back and forth through his sucking lips. "Still got some of that CREAM in you from last night, eh boy...?" asked Ron, feeling the cum leak out around his fingers. "You like to sleep with that cunt loaded, eh...? Like to marinate that boy-pussy with all the cum you collect...?" Without waiting for an answer, Ron pulled his cock from Shawn's mouth and push the boy back up onto the bed. Shawn understand what's coming next as he positions himself on his back, and instantly lift both legs to present his ass for fucking. Ron climbed up onto Shawn's single sized bed, then maneuvered himself between the kid's spread legs. Knowing Shawn was already packed with cum, he pressed his spit wet cock into him, forcing the semen leaking anal ring to stretch wide with accommodations. Shawn groaned aloud as the thick hard adult MAN-COCK sank into him, filling his anal gut full. Ron only rested a moment (allowing his brain to take in the wet warm feeling of the boy's hot innards) before thrusting, pulling back with his hips on the withdraw, and pushing back in on the inward stroke. It was 7am when Shawn's dad's (Mike Harris) alarm clock went off in his bedroom. Mike had been up late the night before (with his son), getting gangbanged in his favorite bar by guys he'd always considered to be his peers. Since then, he knew the dynamics of their friendships had changed. Never again would he be able to look them in the eye on the same level. From the moment he allowed them to use his body for their carnal pleasures, he ceased being a peer and began being lowly slave for sex. Mike didn't know how he would be able to hold his head up in public again as a single MAN working hard for a living. Like most guys he had been raised to believe MEN ruled the world, that WOMEN were their counterparts who served their needs, and that FAGS were less than manly and were only good for dumping in when women weren't available. Learning that his only son was gay was a blow to the heart. Mike worried what people would think, how they would react to him, and what his life would be like as a FAG in a MAN'S WORLD? Discovering his own homo traits was a blow to the mind, leaving Mike at a loss as to WHO he really was and what his future would become? Where Shawn was just beginning life (still looking for a career), Mike already had an established life in construction. How would the guys in his line of work take to a guy they knew was a cocksucker? How many times had he sat around listening to them fag bash, talking about how they nearly beat a guy to death for just looking at them the wrong way? How many times had HE himself joined in those conversations, siding with the bashers and ridiculing the gay guys? Getting out of bed, he staggered his way (sleepily) down the hall to his son's room to wake him for school. When he got to Shawn's bedroom door, he noticed the loud THUMPING noise he had been hearing in his sleep for the past hour or so, wasn't a dream as he opened the door and suddenly found himself staring at his best friend humping up and down on top of his teenager son (reenactments from chapter-12). "Ron..." called Mike from the door, watching his friend's muscled ass hump up and down as he slammed his hips into his son's bare ass, the force of his pumps sending the headboard banging into the wall separating Shawn's and his bedrooms. Ron ignored his buddy's pleas, fucking well into the boy beneath him as he had been doing for the past 45 minutes, building up to a momentous orgasm. Shawn moaned and groaned erotically underneath him, obviously enjoying the manly fuck thrusts as Ron's powerful adult hips slammed into him repeatedly with body wrenching force, causing Shawn to see stars. Shawn had shot a load of cum (from his untouched cock) across his heaving chest a mere 20 minutes into the fuck, his hard teen cock now bobbing stiffly above his stomach as it threatened to cum again. Ron had no concerns on whether Shawn came or not. The boy's pussy was for HIS pleasure He pounded the boy's ass with long deep thrusts, driving his ample cock well deep with every bone crushing stroke. Shawn's cum was inconsequential, the fact that he got off on getting his butt pounded had no bearing on how Ron fucked. He fucked until He came. Period. 32 year old Mike Harris helplessly watched his best friend fuck his 15 year old son, pounding his big strong (6'4", 175 lbs) construction worker's muscular body into his son's scrawny teen form, the bed bouncing and squeaking on its springs as it threatened to collapse in under them. For the better part of 10 minutes Mike watched his son get fucked, his cock swelling stiffly in his pajama bottoms as he watched his friend's muscular ass clench with every thrust. Ron made no apologies as he rode the boy strong and hard, using the depths of his warm gut to get off as ample amounts of spent sperm left in the boy's body from the night before coated his thick cock as it slammed hard between them swollen anal lips. "Urrrhhh..." groaned Ron, showing the first signs of weakness as his cock swelled in the boy's warm roost. He managed a few more strokes before finally ramming his cock in one last time... "...AAARRRRHHHHHHHGGGG...!!!" ...sending powerful bursts of thick hot cream into the boy's stricken bowels. Shawn graciously accepted the older man's gift, his toes curling overhead as his own throbbing cock suddenly started pumping out a second load of morning sludge across his heaving flat chest. Ron rolled off of the kid after a few minutes, yanking his thick dying dick from the ravished hole as he sat on the side of the bed and began getting dressed. "Oh, hey dad..." said Shawn, jumping up when he noticed the time (wet cum tracks streaking his hairless chest and stomach from his 2 orgasms while getting fucked). "...running late for school..., gotta shower...!" he said dashing out the door. Mike was still in awe when his son ran by (cum leaking from his swollen hole), staring at his buddy as Ron pulled on his pants and underwear, then began to fasten his belt. is jeans. "Don't look at me THAT way..." he said, taking a seat again as he reached for his work boots. "What way...?" asked Mike, curiously. "Like you just caught me with my hand in the cookie jar..." said Ron, tying his boot. "...that son of yours got a CUNT on him that can't get enough cock...! I woke up this morning with a definite NEED to stick something hard and deep..., and Shawn's sweet boy pussy's about the only hole I know available 24-7 at the drop of a hat! So..., here I am!" he added cruelly, before getting up and walking out of the room. "Ron..." called Mike, grabbing his friend by the bicep, "...I took Shawn to the Frog last night like all of you wanted..., I even let him stay late until the last man was drained..., but Shawn HAS to be up and on time for school..., I can't let his grades slip from all this sex...!" "So..., cut his hours at the bar..." suggested Ron, nonchalantly. "...I just needed a quick pick-me-up before heading into work...! Shawn ain't complaining about it, --why'r you...?" "Because I'm his father..." countered Mike, making a stand. "...I'm supposed to be looking out for his best interests...!" "So what'r you saying, Mike...? You wanna PULL Shawn from working The Frog...?" asked Ron, curiously. "You know a lotta guys ain't gonna be too cool with that idea..." "I'm sorry..., but I've got to put my foot down somewhere, sometime!" reasoned Mike, believing things out of hand. Ron stepped in eye to eye, meeting Mike one on one... "How bout a compromise..." he asked, reached behind into Mike's pajamas, cupping his fuzzy ass cheek. "...and tonight I fuck YOU instead...?" Mike was speechless as he felt his friend's middle finger digging into his hole. With the left over residual of over a dozen men still in his ass, Mike's asshole quickly became wet with cum as Ron's middle finger quietly slipped inside him. "Mmm...still moist too..." smiled Ron, leaning forward within an inch of each other. "Ron, please..." pleaded Mike, feeling helpless as his cock started to tent his PJ's (once again). "You know I love it when you beg..." said Ron, leaning inward as if he to kiss... Mike closed his eyes and pursed my lips, waiting with anticipation for the moment to arrive, then felt foolish when instead Ron simply yanked his finger free and chuckled. "Tonight!" he reminded as he headed for the door, leaving Mike hard and bewildered. ///// SPINGDALE HIGH The doors open at 6am, allowing faculty to enter to prepare for the morning rush of students. The doors for students open at 8:30am sharp, allowing students 30 minutes grace period before classes officially start at 9am. By 8:05am Shawn Harris was walking into the boy's restroom in the school's basement, his book bag dangling loosely off his shoulder as he greeted big Moose Mumphrey standing guard outside. "Bout TIME your slow ass showed up...!" snarled Jimmy Little (a 16 year old HS football player with a big beefy body and cock to match), smoking a cigarette with 5 jocks. "I told you to have your punk ass here 8am sharp!" he snapped, grabbing Shawn roughly by the arm (showing off for his friends). "I'm sorry Jimmy..." said Shawn, genuinely apologetic... "...I got caught up with something at home..." "I hope it wasn't with you faggot dad..." said Jimmy, insensitively. "...cuz that'll be like two lesbians fucking, or something...? Who would top...?" he asked, causing the other jocks to laugh and snicker. Shawn blushed with embarrassment. "I told you to be here on time because I've lined up a dick feast up for your breakfast before school starts..." informed Little. "...but since you were late, I'm gonna have to punish you...!" he added, causing Shawn to cringe with worry over what his punishment might be? "Don't just stand there, bitch..., get to work!" yelled Little, shoving Shawn forward. "You've got less than 40 minutes to get 6 cocks off...! Thank you can make it...?" Shawn dropped his book bag as he fell to his knees, surrounded by the jocks. He knew most of them by their popularity and reputation. All of them were well known throughout the school and surrounding neighborhoods for being cool jocks. The first boy stepped forth, smugly pressing his cock bulge in Shawn's face. Shawn reached up and felt the boy's stiffness growing beneath his jeans, trailing the outline of his cock through the denim. Curiosity quickly got the better of him as he unzipped the boy's pants and pulled free his erection. Standing at 7.5 inches, Shawn leaned forward and began licking the upright cock, painting the steely shaft with his wet tongue, coating it with spit before taking it in his mouth and allowing his oral cavity to mold to the shape. The jock moaned as he grabbed the back of Shawn's head and roughly pulled him down on his cock, forcing Shawn to deep throat him in one punch. Shawn easily took the tool, mashing his face in the boy's pubes as he breathed in the scent of his hairy pube patch through his flaring nostrils. The other jocks laughed and crudely called Shawn degrading names, like: "faggot", cocksucker", "nut muncher", "gaylord", "fuckface:, "knob slobber", and "queerboy", believing they were insulting him when in fact they were only exciting him more. Shawn pressed his face into the crotch of the moaning jock (devouring every inch of his manhood) before slowly pulling back, dragging his moist pink lips up the swollen shaft. Breathing through his nose, he began sucking the boy's cock frantically, see-sawing his head back and forth as he held onto his legs for support. The jock-boy had no idea what possessed the kneeling fag. One second he looked like a timid bookworm afraid of losing his lunch money, the next he was a cum hungry cocksucking demon, working like a fiend to get the nutty juice hiding in his ball sac. The jocks all watched with growing interests, pulling out their own cocks in anticipation as Shawn went wild over cock, --bobbing his head back and forth, his neck moving with a mind of its own as his head started to blur. He knew he had the jock on the ropes when the cock started to pulse in his mouth. Inspired, Shawn increased the speed of his suck, going into maximum overdrive as his lips sped up and down the spit covered cock like a piston. The jock found himself falling quickly by the waist, holding onto Shawn's shoulders for support as his knees began to buckle weakly. With a mighty yell of pain and pleasure, he thrust his hips forward, grabbing Shawn's head one last time as he speared his cock down the back of the kneeling boy's throat. Shawn waited as the cock pulsed, then started shooting rich spurts of teen cream straight down his throat, pumping fresh cream into his belly. "One down!" called Jimmy Little, as Shawn finished his mean and slowly pulled off the wet shaft. "Wow..." moaned the jock, stumbling back against the sinks, unable to stand on his own. Shawn moved to the next jock, reaching up and feel the large lump waiting to greet his mouth. He licked his lips with anticipation as he unwrapped his next meal. A fat 9" light brown cock fell into view (belonging to the team's star receiver), bouncing out into the open like a springboard with a downward curve. Shawn reached up and wrapped his hard around it, loving the heft of its weight as he leaned in under it and pressed his face into the black boy's balls and sniffed. Loving the scent of a jock's crotch, Shawn lustfully licked his way up the underbelly, darting his tongue over the head before slowly enveloped the cock with his mouth, inching his pink pouty lips down the brown shaft. The black boy watched as Shawn slowly sank his handsome face down the length of his rod, burying his face in his crotch as Shawn looked up at him for approval...? The cock fit down his throat perfectly, resting in his gullet as if tailor made. Both sucker and suckee locked eyes, both feeling the same moment of rapture. Reluctantly Shawn started to pull back, pulling the large snake from it's new home. The rainbow curved cock arched out of Shawn's throat like a brown bridge, glistening wetly with the remnants of spit. It looked like Shawn was performing a magic act, reenacting `the disappearing cock'. For the better part of 15 minutes Shawn slurped and sucked that cock, his neck ballooning like a frog every time the cock passed through his open gullet. It wasn't until Shawn added his hand (slowly churning his fist up and down the thick bowed bridge in accompany with his sweet sucking mouth) that the wide receiver started to show signs of coming. Gripping Shawn's collar, he closed his eyes (probably daydreaming about some big tit girl he wanted to bone), and thrust his hips back and forth in time with Shawn's twisting fist and suctioning mouth. His pants fell down about his knees as he began humping up into Shawn's fist, moaning against the loud suctioning sounds emitting from Shawn's slurping lips. "I'm gonna bust...!" he announced as Shawn suddenly removed his hand and swallowed his cock whole, lodging the swelling organ down the very back of his tight gripping throat. "ARRRHHH...!!" yelled the receiver, trembling all over as the cum rocketed up from his contracting balls and shot out of head of his dick like a water cannon. Shawn felt the pulse of cum shooting down his throat, adding to the puddle already collected from the first jock. "Two down!" yelled Little, pulling his own ample cock from his pants as he began massaging his own meat as Shawn and the second jock exchanged lustful looks before moving on... The third gut had a long slim 8.5 incher, sticking straight up out of his zipper like an ivory stick. Shawn crawled over on his knees, the easily stretched his mouth over the prong as he swallowed the cock in one gulp. The guy staggered, surprised by the ease in which he was eaten. Shawn tightened his lips, then bobbed his head quickly, corkscrewing his head around in tiny circles as he sucked mid-shaft, his mouth creating a whirlwind effect that the stricken boy had no defense against. "Oh god..." he groaned as he watched Shawn become possessed, taken over by a succubus. It was as if someone had incased his cock in a tiny washing machine, and placed the setting in `spin cycle'. Around and around Shawn's head spent, drool oozing from his watering lips, only adding to the wet cyclone. "Oh fuck...!" yelled the boy in shock as his cock prematurely started to pulsate and throb, sending forth great gobs of potency into Shawn's swirling mouth. Everyone watched as the cock pulsated wildly, firing round and round as Shawn swallowed as quickly as he came. "That's three!" shouted Little confidently, looking at his watch... The forth guy had an 8" uncut, slightly upward curved banana cock. Shawn knew the upward angle would be a force to be reckoned with, as he approached the cock cautiously, searching for the right angle in which to suck. Reaching up, he carefully peeled back the tight foreskin, exposing the reddish/pink head, already leaking precious pre-cum. Leaning forward on his knees, he licked from the underbelly up to the tip, licking away the tasty pre-cum. Swabbing the head in his mouth, he rose up off his heels and angled his head downward, pressing forward as he followed the curve of the shaft. As the cock passed through his mouth and into his throat, he changed his angle until he was looking up into the owner's face, staring him eye to eye. "Christ...!" cursed the kid, looking in absolute amazement as Shawn pressed his face up into his crotch, his face turning crimson from the strain of the angle and a lack of oxygen. "I can't believe he took it all...! Everyone who's sucked my cock had to suck it upside down to get even HALF of my shaft in their mouths...!" "TOLD you fuckers I had the best bitch for the job..." gloated Jimmy, taking all the credit. "...when you guys gonna learn to believe what I say...?!" "I believe you, Jimmy..., I BELIEVE...!" yelled the kid as Shawn held his ground, keeping his face plastered against the jock's red pubic patch while his balls rested on his chin. The jock thought it was enough that Shawn had managed to merely swallow his cock while on his knees in cock worship position, but when he felt the unmistakable motions of Shawn's talented throat starting to ripple along his embedded underbelly of his shaft (as though his throat had ridges), he started creaming right then and there. "OH FUCK ME...!!" he shocked, as his cock went off like the energizer bunny, shooting spurt after spurt of creamy rich delicious sperm straight into Shawn's filling stomach. "Four!" laughed Jimmy, knowing the jock didn't know what hit him. The fifth and last jock to be blown (before Jimmy Little) belonged to the 17 year old boyfriend of a girl Shawn knew from his building. Shawn had wanted the neighbor's jock boyfriend from the moment he first saw him walking her home from school. Now he stood there before, his big proud cock standing stiff and tall as it awaiting Shawn's mouth. Shawn wanted to do good for him, hoping a good experience would lead to him paying him visits after walking his girl home school. But before Shawn could lean in and suck, the boy surprised him by turning around instead, showing Shawn his ass. "Eat my ass, fag..." he said, bending over at the waist, resting his elbows on his knees. Shawn looked at the beautiful jock ass spread in front of him, as he reached up and pulled the cheeks apart to look at the fuzzy hole. Leaning in, he licked along the ass crack, tasting a musky slightly bitter flavor as he pressed his face into the rump. "Oh shit, you're right Jimmy..., this prick's tongue feels like fucking magic up my shitter man..." he said, looking over his shoulder. "...and I just took a dump before leaving home...!" "Shit in the bitch's mouth for all I care..." chimed Little, stroking his cock faster. "...the little poop-eater just might like that too...!" he laughed. Shawn had never had a guy shit on him, but he found it surprising that he didn't find the thought all that unappealing... Shawn sucked and slobbered all over the 17 year old jock's fuzzy hole, cleaning out all remnants and left over deposits left behind by careless cleansing. With his face pressed deeply between the jock's parted cheeks, he was slightly disappointed when the boy finally stood up and turned around, cutting him off from his tasty hole. Shawn looked up into the face of the 17 y/o jock as he leaned in and licked his hairy balls. The boy just smiled as he watched Shawn polish his nuts one ball at a time. After spit washing the hairy sac, he licked his way up the shaft, feeling the underbelly pulse against his tongue. By the time he got to the top of the cock (taking the fat bulbous head into his mouth), the 17 y/o was pre-cuming like crazy, Shawn's taste-buds exploded with the sweet nectar coating his tongue before swallowing. Unable to hold back his hips, the jock took Shawn by the ears and started thrusting back and forth into his mouth, wanting to feel the depths of the queer's throat before coming. Shawn never took his eyes off the boy as he allowed the jock to fuck his face, swallowing his juicy knob to the root and back, his tongue licking wildly along the underbelly. Jimmy Little came in and stood right beside the two boys, watching Shawn perform fellatio on his fifth cock in a row. He stroked his cock only a few inches away from Shawn's bobbing head, letting him see his big thick amazing 10" cannon in all its glory as he fisted and stroked it with a purpose. Shawn feared Jimmy might cum before he was finished, and sped up the suction on his neighbor's boyfriend, knowing Jimmy's cock would break his throat in like no other rod in the room. Reaching behind the jock, Shawn grabbed two hefty handfuls of jock ass, kneading the globes as he sucked, the boy started thrusting faster, pumping his cock like a piston, each strong inward thrust slapping his wet balls against Shawn's chin. Shawn could taste the flood of semen spilling against his tongue as the hot jock started to cum. Bucking, he wrenched Shawn's ears painfully, twisting the circularly as he flooded the kneeling boy's mouth and throat with the load normally meant for his girl. Shawn finished off the last jock, then turned towards Jimmy Little and stretched his mouth to receive... "Not so fast, cocksucker..." protested Jimmy, stopping Shawn with a palm print to the forehead. "...you were LATE this morning..." he reminded, still fisting his big cock as Shawn looked up at him with puppy dog eyes... "...therefore you DON'T get to suck my dick this morning..., and I KNOW you want to!" "Please Jimmy..." begged Shawn, crawling closer on his knees as Jimmy roughly pushed him away... "Look at the fag beg for cock..." laughed the jocks in ridicule. "...that's pathetic...!" "Not if your whole world revolved around cock..." countered Little, keeping his cock away from Shawn's salivating mouth. "...not if cum pulsed through your veins like they do the average cocksucker...! They crave sucking cock..., like we crave playing football! Without it, he's nothing!" reasoned Little, understanding Shawn's need to feed. "But if he wants to taste THIS load..." he continued, panting huskily as cum started to erupt from his flaring dickhead, landing all over the bathroom floor. "...he's gonna have to eat it up from the ground!" he laughed (along with the jocks), as they all tucked the toys away and began to leave single file. Jimmy stopped at the door as Shawn stared at all the cum cream dotting the unwashed floor... "By the way..., give my boy Moose some head too, since he was nice enough to watch the door for us to make sure we weren't disturbed...!" Shawn watched as Moose entered, a big thick bulky 225 lbs linebacker for the team. Shawn gulped at the thought of blowing him, as he wasn't exactly the `jock' type he normally went for. "And make it quick..." added Jimmy, "...you only got 5 minutes before the bell rings!" Shawn continued to kneel as Moose walked into the restroom, but was surprised when instead of standing in front of him (like the others), Moose opted to sit in one of the stalls. Shawn waited for a moment, unsure what Moose's plan was. When he realized the boy wasn't coming back, Shawn got up off the floor, then cautiously approached the stall door. There Moose sat, his pants down about his ankles, his average but extremely fat 6" cock poking straight up from his groin. Shawn theorized Moose probably opted for the stall because he was embarrassed that he didn't measure up to all the other jocks... "Would you like a blow job...?" asked Shawn cautiously, afraid to approach the boy without permission. Moose nodded `yes' as Shawn proceeded to enter the stall, squeezing between the big boy's thunderous thighs as he closed the stall door behind him. Getting on his knees, Shawn positioned himself just over Moose's erection, then lowered his mouth over soda can thick slab. Moose jumped, startling Shawn as the 15 year old quickly pulled back with fear. "Sorry..." said Moose, embarrassed. "...I...I never had a blow job before..., feels kind of..., amazing...!" "You've NEVER had a blow job before...?" asked Shawn, surprised. "A BIG guy like you...?? I would think you'd have girls all over you...!" "I wish..." said Moose, "...I'm not the average looking football jock..." he added, sorrowfully. "...girls just don't look at me the same way they see Jimmy, Tony, and the others...!" Shawn didn't say anything, as HE himself didn't exactly see Moose as his `type'. Yet, cock was cock..., they all performed the same function, shooting delicious wads of sperm which Shawn found himself growing more and more addicted to daily. "Well..." said Shawn, getting back to work. "...I think you've found yourself a steady cocksucker in ME...!" he said gleefully before lowering his head and picking up where he left off. This time Moose was prepared, and steeled himself for the marvelous sensations surrounding his cock. The blow job didn't last long at all (less than 2 minutes) before Moose was blowing his plentiful load down the back of Shawn's expert throat. Shawn licked the cock clean until the bell rung, indicating the two minute warning to get to home room. Moose thanked Shawn as they exited the stall (Moose pulling up his pants and underwear) before paying Shawn adieu. Shawn waited by the sinks until Moose left (pretending to wash his hands). Once the cost was clear, Shawn returned to the spot where Jimmy Little had shot his load, then got down on his hands and knees and started licking up the cum-drops, savoring it on his tongue. He licked quickly, knowing the restroom could be bombarded with students (looking for a smoke) at any minute. Once all the cum was cleaned up, Shawn grabbed his book bag and ran for his homeroom before being marked late for school... Shawn's homeroom teacher was mr Jansen. Jansen (one of the men who had the good fortune of sharing Shawn's multi talents at The Frog) smiled as soon as he saw the student enter, his cock stringing to life as memories of fucking the teenager's hot cummy ass filled his mind. For the next several minutes the two males tried to avoid eye contact, not wanting to make anyone suspicious of their new found relationship. Jansen took attendance, his cock jumping in his pants when he came to Shawn Harris's name. "Here!" answered the slutty teen, sitting a few rows in. After 10 minutes the first-period bell rang, indicating the 2 minutes students had to get to their next class. Jansen called Shawn to stay behind, saying he had something of importance to talk to the boy about. Once all the students left (heading for their first class), Jansen got up from behind his desk (his erection pressing prominently against his slacks), locked his classroom door, then proceeded to lean back against the edge of his desk and undo his pants... "I've been thinking of this ever since leaving the bar, last night..." said the teacher, freeing his 7" erection. "But mr Jansen..." said Shawn, teasingly. "...I have to get to class..." "I'll write you an excuse for your lateness...!" said Jansen, NEEDING his cock sucked in the worst way. "Your ass was the best pussy I've ever fucked..." admitted the 30 year old single man. "...but I left before I got a chance to sample that mouth of yours...! And if the line of satisfied men standing around your head was any indication..., I know it's nearly as good as your ass...!" "I'll let YOU be the judge..." said Shawn, falling to his knees and he quickly swallowed Jansen's stiff cock to the root. Jansen gasped at the unexpected act, as Shawn's wet warm mouth descended swiftly down the full length of his shaft with one plunge. Shawn pressed his face in his teacher's (mildly haired) groin, sniffing his crotch as he churned his cock about in his throat. Shawn loved smelling crotches, the musky manly odors acting as an aphrodisiac, shooting his lust level sky high. Shawn knew his time was limited as he began sucking Jansen, pulling back and bobbing his head quickly, using his tongue along the under-shaft to coax the cum quicker. Jansen (having fantasized about this all night) was a firecracker ready to explode. Within 60 seconds he was clutching the edge of his desk as his cock stiffened, then started shooting rapid spurts of cum into his 15 year old student's mouth. Shawn sucked up all the cum (milking the cock for all it was worth) before pulling off. Jansen had a hard time re-stuffing his erection back in his pants. "Wish I had time for another one..." he said, as students were already forming at outside, wondering why the door was locked? "There's always tomorrow..." smiled Shawn, licking his lips as he grabbed his book bag and headed for class, but not before getting his late note... The rest of the day went on as normal. Jimmy Little had set up a blow job for Shawn to perform between each class, amazed every time the little fag-whore got the hot jocks to cum in less than 2 minutes. During their 45 minute lunch break, he had managed to secure the basement restroom again, this time presenting Shawn with 10 studs looking to get off. "Since there's so many this time and we're so pressed for time..." informed Little, "...I'm letting some of these guys take your ass...!" Shawn was ecstatic as he stripped naked, pulled the lubricant from his book bag, then got down on all fours for the boys to use him. Each guy was given a choice of `ass or mouth'. Most picked mouth, but 3 picked ass, fucking him brutally rough while getting his face fucked by 7 guys, each cumming down his throat of over his upturned face, spraying him with their hot loads. The 3 jocks all came inside him, blowing their wads deep in his gut. By the time the last guy finished fucking him, the 5th period bell was ringing. Jimmy Little collected the cash from his satisfied clients as the left, feeling lighter in the balls and wallets. "Make sure you have that pussy freshly bathed by the time I bring the next batch of guys by your apartment after practice today..." ordered Little as Shawn began getting dressed. "...and make sure that slut father of yours is there too..., or there'll be hell to pay! I have nearly 20 cocks lined up for the two of you...! And MOST of them want to sample you dad!" Shawn frowned at the idea of his father getting more cock... "I'll let him know, Jimmy...!" he said, knowing complaining wouldn't matter. After last period, Shawn snuck into the boy's locker room after everyone had left for home, and took a quick shower to cleanse the cum from his hole before climbing aboard his bike and rushed over to Frank Little's house (Jimmy's dad) for his afternoon tryst. Frank Little ran the city's biggest Utility Company, with over a 100 workers under him. His wife was a registered nurse at the hospital, and his teenage son worked part-time in construction when he wasn't pounding guys into the ground on the football field. Frank took a break from work, driving home in the middle of a 16 hour work day to fuck the kid he met in the bar. Frank Little was a man of little words and big action. He knew he couldn't do half of the things he wanted to do to his wife, and had to settle for finding girls here and there whenever he went on `business trips'. He always wanted to find someone close to home that he could perform on, someone who didn't mind being degraded and treated like shit. When he heard about the hot teen slut putting out in the bar's restroom, he had a feeling he may had found his candidate. Since then he and Shawn decided to work out a weekly schedule where the boy would meet him at his home a couple times a week (while his wife was at work and his son was at football practice). Shawn rode up Frank Little's driveway (sweating slightly from the ride) as Frank Little waiting in his open garage (a large lit cigar dangling from his mustached lips. "Bring that fuck-hole here, boy..." he barked, shoving Shawn in by the back of the head as the garage door began to close automatically, locking them in. "...I've got a wicked piss I've been saving for you for the past 8 hours!" he added, unzipping his pants... Shawn fell to his knees immediately as Frank pulled his hefty cock from his fly. Shawn licked his lips in slutty anticipation as Frank aimed his cock down at the kneeling boy's open mouth, then shoved his cock in to the root. Shawn's eyes bulged as 11.5 inches of thick Italian manmeat stuffed down his throat, his face firmly planted in the older man's crotch. Shawn held his throat open and waited as Frank paused for a moment, then grunted softly before letting lose a strong stream of hot salty piss down the back of his throat. Shawn's 7" boy-cock grew rock hard and throbbed uncontrollably as the hot piss burned down his esophagus and emptied into the pit of his cum filled stomach. Just feeling the hot liquid running through his body (flowing through his entire digestive system) sent Shawn over the edge as he instantly creamed his pants. "uuhhhrrr..." he groaned as his cock pulsed in his pants. "Came yourself again, eh punk...?" laughed Frank, chewing his cigar. The piss flowed for nearly a full minute. Shawn never had to gulp once, as the piss flowed steadily down his throat like water through an open drain. When the piss finally stopped, Frank started to pulled his enormously hard cock from the depths of Shawn's throat, only to push it back down deep. Shawn continued to hold his throat open, unable to breath fully as the cock cut off his breathing passages. "Don't lose that cock boy..." insisted Frank, his hands on his hips as he refused to have to hold the punk's head. "...pull it out of your throat, and you lose all privileges of ever getting it again!" Shawn knew to keep his throat firmly planted meant losing precious oxygen to his brain. He remembered reading in class that loss of oxygen could result in permanent brain damage or death. Pulling his mouth off Frank Little's mammoth cock to breathe meant losing all rights to ever feel it down his throat again, --to ever feel the thrilling sensation of a heavy steady hot stream of piss flowing down the back of his throat again, --to feel the big hard bull cock pummeling through his aching rectum again, leaving his burning hole throbbing with a gut full of married man's cum. Shawn decided breathing was overrated as he pressed his face further in the married man's groin, lodging his heavy cock even further down his throat. Frank Little smirked at the whore's choice. He KNEW the boy would choose death over losing cock, not just his cock, but ANY cock! He knew a cockhound when he saw one, and Shawn Harris (as well as his father Mike) were definitely two hounds on the hunt. Frank waited as precious seconds passed by. He could see Shawn's teenage face turning red, then purple from not breathing. Shawn's eye lids started to close woozily as his brain began shutting down. Whenever he felt himself about to lose consciousness and fall off of Frank's cock, he'd reawake himself (if only for a second) and reaffirm his place, back at death's door. This went on for nearly 3 minutes, until Shawn finally fell out unconscious on the floor. Frank laughed as he scooped the unconscious boy up, then carried him over to a rollaway cot he kept stored in the corner of the cluttered garaged for unwanted company. He laid Shawn down against the lumpy mattress, then proceeded to strip the kid naked. Once naked, he too undressed, stripping from the waist down before climbing up onto the small size-sized cot. He lifted Shawn's legs, shoving his knees down against his boyish chest, doubling the teenager in half and exposing his succulent ass. Frank immediately noticed that Shawn had pre-lubed before coming, knowing full well that his pussy would be plowed hard and deep. Frank figured since his asshole was already primed, there was no need to prepare as it aligned his cock, then rammed all thick 11.5 inches in deep with one shove. "uuuuuhhhhHHHHHHHRRRRGGGGG...!!!" screamed Shawn as he was immediately awakened, feeling a log ram straight through him. "So you're not dead after all..." joked Frank, serious faced as he churned his giant cock around in the stricken boy's convulsing gut. Shawn wasn't quite sure where he was or what was happening to him (having completely lost all track of self and time), when Frank placed his weary legs up on his shoulders, then started drilling him hard and deep, --not even giving the kid a moment to collect himself. "ARRHH...! ARRHH...! UHHH...! AHHH...! OHHH...! AWWW...! OOOHH...! OOF...!" grunted Shawn after every inward stroke as Frank instantly began banging his thick masculine hips into the poor boy's sullen ass. Despite Shawn's lack of awareness or enthusiasm, his cock grew rock hard as his body was pounded, indicating a definite excitement. Frank Little couldn't have cared less if Shawn was enjoying the fuck or not, his pussy wasn't for his (Shawn's) pleasure, but for the pleasure of the MAN fucking it. He rammed his cock in and out of the hole, slamming his 260 lbs body into the boy's, jarring him violently with every thrust. Shawn started shooting cum all over his chest and stomach (some of it even hitting his face) as it shot out of him with force. Frank saw the boy inadvertently painting his face with his own cream, and started slamming him even harder. Shawn felt each powerful thrust pounding into him with punishing impact, the thick bull cock battering through his wrecked rectum like a ram, leaving nothing behind in its wake. Frank Little fucked the poor boy's aching innards RAW until he felt his cock swell, then he rammed his hips inward one last time (burying his `bull' to the root) as he unloaded shot glass worth of hot cum directly in the boy's battered gut. "ARRRHHHHHH...!!" yelled the heavyset man, pressing his groin into Shawn's over packed ass. Shawn groaned out in painful/pleasure as the massive cock jumped and jerked inside him, filling his insides with a pond of sperm before Frank collapsed weakly on top of him. Shawn felt the older man weighing down in him heavily as he struggled to breathe, his bent back carrying the bulk of the weight as his legs remained on the man's shoulders. For several minutes they lay locked that way, with Shawn squirming to find comfort. Frank continued to lay there quietly (his head turned sideways so he could keep chewing his cigar) saying nothing, until Shawn started to feel something warm filling his gut. For a minute he thought Frank was still coming, until he finally realize that the new warming sensation spreading through him wasn't cum, but Frank's piss as the older man started pissing in him again, this time in his ass. "OH GOD...!" gasped Shawn as the piss overflowed his rectum and backed out of his anus around Frank's bloated embedded cock, wetting the bed with heavy piss and cum draining from his innards. Afterwards Frank withdrew and re-packed the pee stained cot before shoving it back up into the garage corner out of sight. After getting dressed, he kicked Shawn out of the house, then went inside to shower and change before heading back to work. Shawn hopped his bike, then rode back home as fast as he could, knowing he only had a short window of time before Jimmy Little would be over (with 20 hot studs) to butt fuck him and his dad. Shawn texted his dad when he got home, reminding him of their date and asking if he was on his way? Then Shawn peeled off the wet pee stained clothes he wore home and jumped in the shower. His mind was still groggy about what exactly happened at Frank's house, but he could tell by the cum stains on his chest that he enjoyed it. 10 minutes after showering and cleansing out his ass, he heard the unmistakable rapping of Jimmy at the door. Shawn only wore a t-shirt and a jockstrap to answer the front door, his eyes glancing over the 20 (or so) faces greeting him at the door. "Hey slut..., ready to party...?" asked Jimmy, pushing his way in. Shawn held the door open as the guys all piled in behind Jimmy, talking loudly and anticipating a glorious night of butt fucking as they rummaged through the fridge for beer and liquor. "Where's you punk dad...?" asked Jimmy, looking around for Mike. "I texted him..." said Shawn, squeezing by everyone as he met Jimmy in the hall outside his father's room. "...but he hasn't texted me back yet..." "I'm disappointed, slut..." said Jimmy, losing face in front of his friends. "...I promised these guy TWO hot asses to fuck...! Your ole man was supposed to be here on his hands and knees, with his pussy greased and ready for fucking! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE...??!" "I don't know, Jimmy..." said Shawn fearfully, knowing Jimmy could be violent when he starts throwing his weight around. "...maybe his phone died...? Maybe he's on his way...?" "No problem..." said Jimmy, going to PLAN-B. "...YOU'LL just have to take up the slack until he gets here!" he said, shoving Shawn into his dad's room (with the larger bed). "Alright guys, change of plans..." he said to the crowd of horny boys (some of which already rubbing their hard mounds), "...the fag's ole man ain't got home yet..., so everybody opting to fuck HIS holes can bust free in the fag until his dad comes home! Cool?" Some of the boys groaned with complaint, wanting to fuck the father (and essentially their own), but all agreed to work over Shawn until Mike showed, eager to fuck the adult male. Shawn was stripped naked, then thrown to the floor where he was forced to suck cock after cock. The boys were brutal, slapping Shawn's upturned face with their hardons and open hands, and even spitting on him. One by one they would bitchfuck his mouth and throat before passing him off to the next gut. By the end of the line, each teen and throat fucked Shawn's mouth at least once without coming. Fingers roughly explored his anus, shoving in pass his moist anal ring. Sometimes more than one guy wanted to inspect, and Shawn felt up to 3 to 4 guys roughly shoving the fingers up his stretched hole, each complimenting how good it felt. After awhile the fingers turned into cocks, as one of the eager boys fell to his knees behind Shawn and crudely shoved his cock up Shawn's ass. Shawn grunted around the cock(s) in his mouth, setting off the first orgasm as the boy he had been sucked suddenly unloaded. Another boy swiftly took his place, roughly fucking Shawn's face while he got his ass fucked from behind. The boy in his ass hadn't fucked Shawn before, and found himself cumming quickly as he groaned and grunted behind the sucking boy's head. Another cock was rammed in immediately, giving Shawn no time to adjust. Within the first hour of the fuckfest he had successfully sucked and swallowed 8 boys' loads down his throat, and taken 3 loads up the ass. Shawn was then led to the bed where he was thrown across the edge on his back, his head hanging off the side (upside down) with his legs thrown precariously in the air, leaving his ass vulnerable for fucking. One by one the boys lined up for head or ass, ramming the teen erections through his wet orifices and leaving thick rich cum deposits behind, Shawn had no way of know who was fucking him or what cock belonged to who? After awhile they all started to feel alike, all ramming him deep and repetitively, shooting massive amounts of semen into him. After 3 hours of vigorous fucking, the boys surrounded the large king sized bed and started peeing on Shawn, drenching him in warm urine as Shawn lay there exhausted, fucked by 20 studs. Upon leaving Jimmy Little stopped at the father's bedroom door... "Tell your ole man he owes be BIG TIME for missing the party...! And the next time he stands me up, I'm going to his job and pull him bitch ass from the worksite whether he likes it or not! And I HOPE he doesn't!" threatened Jimmy before turning off the lights and leaving Shawn in the dark, lying in his father's piss soaked bed. Shawn lay there for awhile, feeling the access cum of 20 studs drain from his ravished hole as the same questioned kept popping up in his head... `WHERE THE HECK WAS HIS FATHER...??' _____________________________________________________________ This was the second installment of MY SON ON THE BAR written by NPhillydogg@aol.com for Willingmike2@gmail.com. Please feel free to email him or me with your comments and questions, or join me on FACEBOOK.com for updates of this or any of my other titles. Also look me up in Nifty's prolific author's section at the top of Their home page for the full list of my titles. Thank you. --DOGG.