Date: Tue, 7 Sep 2004 00:32:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Mike Subject: My Son in the Bar -7- Thanks again for all the responses to this series, your comments and encouragement have been greatly appreciated. To repeat, this is purely a work of fiction...gay erotica involving incest for your pleasure, IF you are legally of age to read it, and it is not illegal in the area where you live. I can be contacted at willingmike@yahoo.com . My Son In The Bar -7- by WillingMike My buddy Ron had locked me out of my son's bedroom. He had come by our apartment in the early hours of the morning, after our favorite bar, "The Frog," had closed its doors for the night, and made it clear to me...in no uncertain terms...that he was there for a piece of Shawn's ass. I stood outside Shawn's door and felt ashamed of myself that my ear was pressed against that door...that my own cock was rock hard again after just screwing my boy myself for the second time during this eventful night...and I was beating my meat and panting lustfully while sounds of a rough, unmerciless fuck came clearly out to my own ears (and probably the neighbors' ears as well!) With every squeek of the bedsprings and every slam the headboard made against the wall and every moan and grunt I heard, my excitement grew...picturing Ron's muscular body spread out on top of Shawn's smooth, boyish one...picturing Ron's big dick slamming in and out, in and out, in and out of Shawn's bubble butt. Suddenly another big load was shooting out of my cock and all over the floor of the living room, and I started calming down a little, breathing a little easier...but there was no let up from inside Shawn's bedroom. I stood there naked, my cock slowly deflating, and finally timidly tapped on the door. No response. "Ron?" I called out softly..."Ron...you...you about done with him?" No response, and if anything the fucking noises seemed to become even more violent. I waited a minute, almost afraid to speak again, but then I said "Ron, buddy, Shawn's gotta go to school tomorrow...you know? And you and I both got jobs to go to. Do you think maybe..." "Mike, you fuckin' asshole!" Ron's voice came through loud and clear. "I'll be through fuckin' this little whore when I'm through fuckin' him, and unless you want me to come out there and pound you into the goddamned ground you'd better haul your ass off to your own bed...and mind your own fuckin' business! You got that, cocksucker?" And with that the banging of the headboard increased, and I could hear Shawn's "Mmmmmmppphhhh, Mmmmmmmpppphhhh!" sounds go up a few levels too, as the breath was being pounded (literally) out of him. It cut through me pretty bad that Ron was treatin' me like this, even calling me a "cocksucker," though I knew that was just said in the heat of the moment. But obviously he had claimed all rights to my fifteen year old son...just as so many other men had claimed rights to my boy's hot mouth and ass earlier in the evening...and I felt kind of hopeless knowing there was nothing I could do about it now. Too late for that. So I went slinking into my own room, climbed into bed, and stuck a pillow over my head to drown out the sex sounds that were coming from the next bedroom as I slowly drifted off to a restless sleep. The next thing I knew my alarm clock was going off, and I slowly threw my legs over the side of the bed and tried to wake up. I didn't hear any other sounds in the apartment, and finally hauled my naked body up and into action to go investigate. Shawn's bedroom door was open and I could see that his messy, unmade bed was empty. I had almost hoped he would still be lying there with his inviting bare ass sticking up in the air like it had been last night when Ron barged in there, 'cause now I had my usual morning wood and could have used the release that I knew Shawn was an expert at providing. I walked slowly over to his bed, and kneeled down next to it. There were obvious cum spots all over the sheets, and at first I just leaned over and sniffed at them...finding the aroma almost intoxicating. Then I saw some globs of cum that hadn't dried yet, and I don't know what possessed me...but I lowered my head to them and started licking them up. Never done anything like that in my life, and I even shocked myself...but by God, it wasn't a bad taste...not a bad taste at all. And I didn't even know if the cum was from Shawn or Ron...or even some of my own left there before Ron took my place. Finally I rose up and wandered into the kitchen, where I found a note from Shawn on the table. "Dad, Ron kept me up most of the night but I got maybe 2 hrs sleep. Good enuff. Heading to school but I remember about Mr. Little and the noon doc appt. S." Then the plans from last night came back clearly. I had let Frank Little, the big guy from the bar, set up an appointment for himself with Shawn here at home for just after noon today. God, it would be great to be here and watch that. Little had really taken control of Shawn in the bar, used him for a cum AND piss pig, and it had been pretty damned exciting to watch. Then it was an extra kick to find out it was Frank's son, Jimmy, who had been using Shawn for years in school, and even pimping him out to his jock buddies. God, the new discoveries I had made in the last 24 hours! Still in a daze I got myself showered, threw on some work clothes, and headed out to the construction site I was currently in charge of. The four Mexicans I had working for me were already there, hammering and sawing away. The only one I really communicated with was Carlos, a tall, lanky Mex with one hell of a buff body on him. He was my lifesaver, 'cause he spoke English better than I did, and told the other three what to do and how to do it after I had instructed him. The rest of 'em were all good workers, but I never understood a damned thing they said. "Hey, bossman!" Carlos yelled out as I approached the site. "How you feelin' today?" he asked jovially. "Ok, I guess...why you ask, Carlos?" "Cause me and the boys stopped by "The Frog" last night...pretty late. We missed the excitement, I guess. But we heard about it!" he responded with a big smile...or smirk. I could feel myself blushing, so I quickly strapped on my tool belt and said "Uhh...so...what did you hear?" "Well, bossman, heard you had your kid in there, for one thing. Heard he was a real great... kid. And heard there was some kind of ruckus with a couple of brothers in there." "Oh. Yeah. I did take Shawn in there. And...uhh...well, there was sort of a fight broke out, but no big deal." I was just waiting to see how much he knew about Shawn's activities last night, and it didn't take long. "So...the kid. Your kid. Joe said you were definitely gonna have him back in there tonight. And Ron, he took off same time we did...closed down the fuckin' place...but he said he was headed over to your place to...uhhh...to make sure the kid would be back tonight. Is that right? He gonna be there again?" There was excitement in his voice, he was anxious, and I knew why, and what for. But, shit, he already knew all about it, apparently, so I didn't see any reason to beat around the bush. Plus, it might be a little awkward, with these guys workin' for me, but on the other hand...well, I had to admit I had always realized Carlos was damned well built and even kinda sexy, now that I thought about it. Hell, they were all muscular and masculine, for that matter, and I guess I wouldn't mind watching them...watching them...with Shawn. "Yeah. Yeah, Carlos, I'm gonna have Shawn back in there tonight. You guys gonna be back in there?" Carlos started talking to the others in Spanish, and all of a sudden there were big smiles and lots of chatter all the way around. One of the guys...the youngest one on the crew who I thought was called Peppi... even let out a whoop and started rubbing his crotch vigorously. "Shit yes, bossman, we definitely gonna be there. Really...REALLY...anxious to meet your boy. All of us are!" Carlos smiled broadly. "Hey," I said, "how old is Peppi...is that the kid's name there? Shit, he don't even look like he's out of his teens and he sure is a skinny, short little dude. I mean, he's not stocky and beefed up like the rest of you guys. Can he go in a bar?" "HA! Yeah, Peppi, he's a fooler...more ways than one! He did just turn 21 and I know he's a shrimp, but he's got one damned thing on him that puts most of us to shame, bossman!" Then Carlos turned and spoke Spanish directly to Peppi, laughing the whole time. Peppi shrugged, and quickly unzipped his jeans and hauled out a monster of a cock...damned thing had to be hanging 8 inches soft. It was uncut and thick as hell. Looked even bigger, I guess, attached to his scrawny young body, and I just stared at the thing open-mouthed, till I realized the other three were all laughing at my expression. I blushed again, and turned to get to work, muttering "Yeah...yeah, I see what you mean. Well, uhhh, he'll fit right in...I mean...uhhh." But Carlos just smiled and rubbed my shoulder and said more softly "Yeah, boss, we know exactly what you mean." I turned my back then and started working, while Carlos and the two older workers walked a short distance away to do the same. But Peppi walked right up next to me and started pounding nails into the wooden frame right beside me...and he never put his cock away! I kept glancing over at it, and started feeling flustered, but he was being completely nonchalant. In fact, it seemed like his prick, as big as it was, even started swelling a little bit while he worked. No one else seemed to think there was anything strange about it, or maybe they didn't even realize Peppi had left it out...and we were well off the beaten path with nobody else around to see us...so I just kept trying to keep my mind on the work I was doing. And for the rest of the morning there was little Peppi with his BIG dick swinging around...and I finally figured out that he wanted to make damned sure I knew he would be just as able to handle Shawn's mouth and ass as his older co-workers, since they were obviously all planning to get some of him tonight at "TheFrog," but any doubt I had about that left my mind a long time ago! The closer it got to noon the more I started thinking about Shawn's "appointment" back at the house...and the hornier I started feeling. Finally I just walked over to Carlos and said "Listen, Carlos, I'm gonna take off early today. Can you get the guys through the rest of what we gotta get done this afternoon?" "Sure, bossman! Hell, yes...and...we'll see you later, right? You and...Shawn, right? "Yeah. That's a go for tonight," I replied, putting my tools away. "We'll be there." "And last night...did Ron get what he...you know, what he was going over to your house for?" Carlos asked more quietly. "Yeah, he sure did," I noticed my voice was a little huskier when I answered him...and damned if I couldn't feel my cock start to thicken up. "See you later, man." I beat Shawn home by about ten minutes. He came racing through the front door and headed straight for his room. "You haven't heard from Mr. Little, have you? He's still gonna be here, isn't he? Why are you here?" he asked as he rushed by. "I guess he will be, he seemed damned definite about it last night. And I just...I don't know, I just kind of wanted to be here..." I answered. "Well, that's fine with me, Dad," Shawn said as he quickly stripped down to bare skin and grabbed a big tube of KY out of his dresser drawer. "But...but, well, Dad, what if he's like Ron was last night...what if he wants privacy?" "Well..." I started stammering "Then that will have to be the way it is, I guess. Is that the way you feel about it?" "Yeah, it is. I like it when men are in charge of me, Dad...and thanks for understanding." He leaned against me naked and gave me a quick kiss on the lips...and an instant hard-on. "It was great with Ron last night. Not that I even knew who it was at first. I mean, I was asleep and all of a sudden there was this big dick slammed all the way up my butt. And I know you were worried, but you just gotta understand...there's nothing to worry about. I can take it...and I love it!" "Oh, I know, son, I know," and I started to draw him close to me again, but there was a loud rap at the door. Shawn turned away and I watched his beautiful ass cheeks bounce as he hopped into his bed. There was almost a look of disgust on Frank Little's face when he saw me answering the door. He immediately snarled "You gonna substitute for kid today?" "No...no, sir. He's in his bedroom waiting for you. I just...I just happened to be home this afternoon, and I was hoping I could...I mean, whatever you want, but I thought maybe..." and my voice trailed off. Frank smirked. "You wanna watch the master at work? I don't give a shit...I may even let you help me out a little bit too. Who knows?" Then he pushed forcefully past me and said "Where's the slut?" I lead him to the open door of Shawn's room...where my boy was sprawled out across the bed on his back. "Hello, Mr. Little. Good to see you." "It'll be even better to FEEL me, kid...and you will soon enough." Then he turned to me and bruskly ordered "Get me undressed." I didn't hesitate, but my fingers were shaking slightly as I unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as I could, pulled it off and hung it over Shawn's desk chair...then pulled his undershirt up over his head, revealing his hairy, massive chest. I glanced over at Shawn, and noticed that he had a rather surprised...but lustful...look on his face. Little kicked his own shoes off as I undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them drop to the floor. I wasn't really sure where to go from there, but Frank put his beefy hand on my left shoulder and made it clear I was to kneel down in front of him. I slipped his legs out of the pants one at a time and then pulled off each of his socks as he balanced himself with his hands on my shoulders. I started to rise to place the pants with his shirt on the chair, but he held me firmly in place on my knees and said "Shorts." My hands were really trembling as I slowly lowered his boxer shorts. My hands were in the back, and brushed over his solid, beefy butt as the shorts came down. Then suddenly there was the cock I remembered from last night...all 11 inches of it...and it hit me right in the face when I was getting his legs up and out of the underwear. It felt like a shot of electricty went through me. He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up on my feet, saying "Fold those pants neat and lay them over the back of that chair. Then you get your clothes off, too. I want you naked while you watch me fuck your son, but I don't want you playing with your cock. You got that?" "Yes, sir," I answered meekly...and the tone of my voice, the quivering I was feeling in my gut at that moment, even shocked me. I did fold the pants neatly, and I did quickly tear off my own clothes. My dick was sticking straight out, hard as a rock, but as tempted as I may have been, I knew I didn't dare touch it. Frank was now standing by Shawn's bed, looking down on him. "You already lubed up, kid?" he asked gruffly. "Yes, sir." "How does your Dad like to fuck you?" "On my back sir." "And what is your favorite way to get fucked, slut?" "On my back, sir." "Then roll over on your STOMACH, you fucking faggot, and stick that ass up in the air!" he bellowed. And Shawn quickly rolled over and assumed the position his new master demanded of him. Frank walked to the foot of the bed, climbed up on top of Shawn's back, and suddenly Shawn almost disappeared completely from view. The weight of Frank's hefty body as he brutally thrust his huge cock up my boy's asshole and fell down on top of him pushed Shawn deep into the mattress. All sounds escaping from Shawn were muffled by the mattress, and I had no way of knowing if those garbled sounds were ones of pleasure or pain. It even occurred to me, as this big man began his methodical, rough, vicious fuck, that he might smother Shawn beneath him. But he never hesitated for a second, never let up, just kept pumping...and pumping...and pumping my boy's ass. And as I watched that big, hairy butt slam repeatedly into Shawn's smooth, young body, I couldn't help myself...all fear for my son's well-being left me...and the urge to touch...even just briefly touch...my throbbing dick was overwhelming. But I didn't dare. Frank Little's rape continued for another ten minutes at least, and as time went on the man seemed to grow even more powerful with his thrusts in and out of my boy. There didn't seem to be any end in sight, when there was suddenly a loud knock at the front door. All activity stopped, with everyone frozen in place, when we all heard the voice of Jimmy Little, Frank's son, come booming into the apartment. "Davis, you asshole! Open this fucking door! Saw your bike in front so we know you're in there, cocksucker!" Frank Little, holding Shawn's body tightly in place below him, said "Jesus Christ, that's my son! What the fuck gives here...shit, is he doing you, too, punk?" Shawn's muffled answer couldn't be understood, so I quickly whispered "Yes, yeah, he and other high school buddies. Have been for years. But they shouldn't be out of school yet! Christ...." Frank pulled up and out of Shawn, with his huge cock still rock hard and shiney with lube and ass juice. "Grab my clothes over there," he ordered me. "Get your own clothes, too. We'll get in the closet. You go let 'em in, kid." As Frank and I, both bare-ass naked, scurried over to the closet door, Shawn shakily rose from the bed and headed for the living room and the increased pounding on the door. We heard one more shout from Jimmy Little before the door was opened: "You're gonna pay for this, fucker!" ...to be continued... willingmike@yahoo.com