Date: Sat, 05 Jun 2021 03:02:29 +0000 From: GrizzlyDick Subject: The Pleasure Boy Platoon Chapter 4 The Pleasure Boy Platoon Chapter 4 By GrizzlyDick Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting youth and adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY!! They provide a wonderful service for all of us. I've been reading stories here for years and am grateful for the service they provide for me and my dick. Copyright 2021 GrizzlyDick, all rights reserved. You may contact me at GrizzlyDipperDick@protonmail.com if you like. I welcome constructive feedback or suggestions. Chapter 4 Characters: Rick -- Early 30s 5'9", 200 pounds moderately hairy brown hair 10"x7" uncut Tommy -- 10, 4'6", 85 pounds, brown hair, green eyes, 4" erect, uncut. Introducing: Ricky Jr. -- 9 years old, Rick's oldest son. Justin -- 6 years old, Rick's youngest son ... find out more about them in this chapter. The sound of the cicadas droned endlessly as Rick climbed the small steps leading up to his old wooden deck. He slipped his stained and sweat covered "wife beater" up over his head and wiped the sweat from his brow. Yardwork in the dead of Summer never failed to work up a sweat. He stepped into the kitchen of his home, the old family farmhouse handed down to him from his father, the rickety screen door slamming behind him. It was hot in here, too, the AC was on the fritz he'd have to fix that tomorrow. He strode over to the fridge, grabbed a cold beer and made his way over to the couch. He plopped down on the well worn sofa and cracked the beer open. He put the bottle to his lips and chugged on it for a hot second, the cool, well earned drink satisfied his thirst. He grabbed the remote and flicked the tv on. Images of cartoon characters sprang to life on the screen. A dog -- a golden retriever by the looks of it lay on the porch of an old house, dozing. He perked his ears up, hearing the mailman coming. He shot up, running out off the porch. The mailman started running frantically, his arms flailing, clutching his bag. The dog was gaining on him, caught up to him, and bit him square on the butt, tearing through his shorts and underwear exposing his muscular, tan, and well drawn ass. Rick chuckled at the cartoon, he had never seen this one. He sped up, the torn fabric flapping around comically and escaped. He ducked into some bushes to hide out from the dog. The next shot was from the point of view of the mailman, hiding in the bushes. The dog's snout came into view sniffing around. The mailman gulped as the sniffing snout inched closer and closer to him. There was a whistle in the distance "Bandit! Bandit! Come here boy! Come on!" A man's voice called in the distance and the dog, abandoning his search for the mailman trotted away, back home. The mailman crawled out of the bushes and limped, comically back to the sidewalk, trying to hold his torn pants shut with one hand. He came to another house on his route and was greeted by a smiling young boy, playing in the dirt outside his house. From the way he was drawn, he couldn't have been older than seven years old. The mailman dropped the mail in the box. The boy called out "Hey Postman Pedro! Are you alright? Walkin' kinda funny there!" The mailman, who was apparently named Pedro made his way over to the boy and responded, in a slight accent, "Oh I'm fine Aidan. Though I did get chased halfway through the neighborhood by some dog, Bandit I think his name was. I got away, but my route's all messed up for the day. Oh and he bit me right on my culo." He turned around and showed the boy his tattered shorts and his hairy muscle butt. "Yee-ouch, Mr. Pedro. That bites. Whenever I'm hurt my mom gives me a kiss where it hurts and it makes it feel better. Want me to do that for you?" The boy, Aidan, asked. "Would you please?" asked Pedro. Placing his heavy mail sack on the ground and bending over in front of the boy. "Kiss it and make it feel good." Aidan leaned in and planted a kiss, and then another and another and another and another, on the hispanic mailman's ass. Then the precocious boy slipped his tongue between the muscular, hairy buns of the mailman. The camera angle switched to the man's face where he was moaning and a look of pure pleasure spread across his face. Kids shows these days, Rick thought to himself chuckling, were funny and hot. Needless to say the action on the screen got his blood flowing downstairs, he took a swig of the beer, changed the channel to one of his favorites, Burly, channel 129. A cowboy and his young ranch hand were riding along, inspecting the fences. Pretty quickly the scene turned into the cowboy fishing his throbbing meat out of his pants and pushing the young ranch hand down to suck it. Rick slid his cargo shorts down, the ones he always wore when doing yardwork the ones his kids laughed at him for wearing because they were "dad shorts", revealing his own lengthening slab of man meat. He spread his legs wide and idly pawed and groped at his crotch. About fifteen minutes went by, Rick just lounging on the couch pawing at his crotch in the stuffy living room of his house. Suddenly... *slam* *slam* the screen door opening and closing twice in rapid succession followed by the hurried sounds of footsteps. Rick's boys, Ricky Jr. and Justin ran into the living room, covered in dirt and dust from whatever mischief they had gotten into this summer day and attacked their nearly naked daddy on the couch. It was a whirlwind of hugs and kisses. "Daddy! Daddy! Ricky an' me were out in the woods an' an' an' um...we found this big tall tree an' we tried and tried and tried to climb it but we jus' couldn't get up. But then Ricky got the idea to lift me up into the tree an' I got up there an' I pulled him up. It was so high up we're gonna go back tomorrow an' we wanna build a fort up there." Justin said excitedly. "Woah, woah, woah, Justin, easy now. That sounds like real fun. But ya gotta be careful." Rick began "It can be real dangerous. Don't go gettin' hurt now, and Ricky, make sure you're both real careful. I wouldn't want anything happening to any of you. You kids are my pride and joy. Speaking of which...where's your sister?" "Oh yeah" Ricky Jr. began "she's over at the Millers' house. She's going to be spending the night with Samantha and Sabrina." "Ah, the twins, right? Okay." Rick said, running a hand down each of his sons' backs. His 11 year old daughter, Carla, never spent much time at home when they were visiting their dad. It's not that she didn't love him or her brothers, she saw enough of them at their mom's house in the city, besides the boys and their dad loved each other in a different way. She didn't care though, these rare visits were a time where she got to spend some quality time with her friends Samantha and Sabrina and their dad and mom, Sam and Cathy. Rick laid down the law with Sam years ago, telling the man that if he ever hurt his daughter, and if when she got older he ever got her pregnant, he would fuck him up bad, maybe even kill him. That was not at all an idle threat, given Rick's military background he had killed men before. Many men. "So boys," Rick began, "ya caught your daddy with his pants down!" "Daddy your pants are always down!" Justin giggled It was true, Rick very rarely wore clothes when he was home and he encouraged his sons to do the same. Partly because it was more comfortable to him, but also because the rule was: if your clothes are off you're ready to get sucked, licked, fingered, fucked, fuck or whatever you want. Nudity meant that sex was on the table. Though Rick was known to bend the rules, after all he was the master of the house and the daddy, his house his rules. If Rick was naked and neither of the boys were, he was known to walk up to them, slide his cock down a boy's throat and skullfuck him. Or if he wanted some ass, he'd just slip their pants down and take what he wanted. Neither of the boys minded. They loved sex and they loved their daddy. "Why don't you two get naked and show your daddy how much you love him." Rick suggested. His two boys jumped up off the couch and stripped their clothes off lightning quick. Ricky Jr.'s little dick was at full mast already. 5 inches and bouncing up and down. His smooth balls hung close to his body. If, at 9 years old his cock was already this big, it was no doubt that he'd grow to be close in size to his daddy. Rick reached out and stroked his older son's cock, gliding the foreskin back and forth while grabbing his tight boy butt. "Daddy! Do me, do me!" Justin said, impatiently pushing Ricky Jr. out of the way. His soft, three inches bouncing. "Justin, be nice. Ricky's older, so he gets daddy's attention first. Apologize to your brother and kiss him for shoving him." "Sorry Ricky." Justin said, planting a deep wet kiss on Ricky Jr.'s mouth. Rick ran his hand down both boys' backs, squeezing their butts tight as they made out. He slipped his hand down to Justin's little growing cocklet and started slowly tugging on it. Ricky Jr. knelt down on the floor in front of his dad's spread legs and gripped his daddy's dick. Sliding it back and forth in his hand. The foreskin gliding up and down over his glans. Rick gave a knowing look to his oldest son, who dutifully slid down and took the glistening head of his daddy's nearly fully erect 10 inches into his little mouth. Rick moaned, enjoying the sensations of pleasure as his older boy sucked his cock. His grip on Justin's butt and dicklet intensified, his strokes on the boy pole increased in speed and the boy let out a little moan. He lived for moments like these. Sweet and tender moments of father and son bonding. "Justin, get down there and lick your daddy's balls and asshole why don't ya." Rick suggested, pushing the boy down. His younger son slid down between his legs, under him and licked at his salty, sweaty balls, and musky ripe hole. "Mmmm daddy it's sweaty." Justin said into his dad's ass. "Yep boy, just the way ya like it." His younger son was a little bit of a piglet, loved sniffing and licking and sucking his dad's sweaty, musky parts. Rick moaned again. This felt amazing. His two most favorite people in the world sucking and worshipping on him. He loved these boys and he loved the way they made him feel and they loved him and loved the way he made them feel, the feelings were more than mutual. Ricky Jr. slid his mouth down, down, down, all the way down his daddy's dick down to his dad's hairy and cum filled balls. Not a gag to be heard. Both boys had been servicing their dad's dick since before they could remember. "Oh yeah Ricky, ya know daddy likes that. Want me to fuck your throat?" Rick asked, the boy nodding on his dick. Rick grabbed both sides of his older son's face and started fucking in and out, using his mouth like a cocksleeve. The thrusting motion of his hips was throwing off Justin's ball and ass duty. "Come on Justin, keep up, don't stop licking my ass and sucking my balls." Rick grunted. The younger of the two boys tried his darnedest to keep up with the bucking of his father, but he couldn't manage. "Okay, son, if ya can't do that, slick up a finger or two or three, and finger fuck my ass." Justin's little index finger slipped into his daddy's butt. "Ooh. Oh fuck yeah." moaned Rick as he pumped his cock in and out of his son's mouth and his other boy fingered his dad butt. "Go on, add another one, or two. I can handle it." Rick hissed down at his son. He really could handle it, Justin was young and had very small hands. Really, if he wanted to, he could take the whole fist, something that didn't particularly interest him. Justin worked three fingers into his dad's hole. They settled into a good rhythm, his cock slamming into his older son's throat, balls slapping his chin, his younger son finger fucking him, working over his prostate like he taught him. It felt fantastic. The room was hot and smelled of man and sex, Rick's grunts and moans and groans reverberated through the house. If they lived closer to their neighbors, they'd definitely hear the goings on, not that it mattered. These were his boys, it was his right as a father, it was 100% legal, hell if he wanted to, he could fuck them right out on the front lawn. In fact -- he had done that many times. Though their closest neighbor was about a half a mile in either direction. Though he did get a honk or two and a thumbs up from passersby driving down the road. Rick's crotch was covered in slobber leaking out of Ricky's mouth as he fucked in and out. This hole was hot and wet and skilled. It felt so damn good to him. He could feel it starting to creep up on him. The tingling sensation began in his nuts. He closed his eyes, trying to will away the urge to shoot his load. He kept on pumping, in and out of his son's mouth. The pressure inside him building up and up and up. Thrusting his cock in and out of the mouth, while fingers worked over his hole, his prostate, Rick was getting closer and closer to orgasm, to sweet release. "GET READY BOYS! YOUR DADDY'S ABOUT TO SHOOT!" He shouted "OH FUCK! YEAH! I'M CUMMIN' DUMPIN' A LOAD RIGHT DOWN YOUR THROAT, RICKY!" He opened his eyes as his cum rocketed out of his cock, seven hefty and salty spurts into the boy's throat. Though, what he saw was unfamiliar. It wasn't the living room of his old farmhouse. He wasn't on the couch with his two boys. He was in bed. In a resort. In an oasis in the desert. Mid morning sunlight streaming in through the window. The boy who had his cock snaked down his throat and his fingers in his ass was Tommy. A small wave of bittersweet sadness washed over Rick. He thought he was at home. With his sons. But he wasn't. He was halfway across the world. He gathered his senses and patted his little cocksucker on his head. "Well, good morning to you, son." Tommy slipped his fingers out of the man's ass and pulled his mouth up off the slowly deflating cock and wriggled up to his face. He planted a kiss on the man's lips, pushing a little bit of his cum into his mouth. Their two tongues danced with one another. Tommy pulled away and said "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you, Rick, but your cock was so hard and it was throbbing and leaking. You kept talking about your sons Ricky and Justin. Gosh, you even talked about Postman Pedro for some reason. That's one of my favorite shows!" Rick chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down Tommy's smooth body. "I was having the most wonderful dream that I was back home. My boys were visiting and one thing led to another and they were worshipping their daddy." He leaned forward a bit and planted a kiss on the boy's mouth. "But it wasn't my sons, was it? Well, not my actual sons, the ones I made. It was you. My lil Slugger of a son from Kentucky. Thanks for wakin' your Daddy up like that. Hell if ya want, ya can wake me up like that every day. I don't mind." Rick pulled the boy close to him and embraced him, reaching down to grip his ass. "I may not be your dad, you may not be my son, but I love ya kid. I mean it. I'm not just sayin' that because ya just sucked me off or nothin'." It was true. There was something about this boy that Rick didn't understand. He'd been with many boys during these excursions, but there was a strange spark, a connection between the two. He sighed a contented sigh, it wasn't home, but it was close enough. "Well, son. If we don't get up out of bed now, your old man is going to spend the entire day sleepin'. What do ya wanna do today? It's up to you." Rick said, caressing the boy's upper back. "Let's go down to the pool and do some swimming. I've been cooped up indoors for two, whole weeks. They've been really working us hard in school and there's no time for fun." "Sounds rough, son. Hope you've been makin' some good grades, though. Okay let's compromise. We'll go down, grab some breakfast, then head out to the pool and soak up some sun and get some fresh air. Then we'll figure out what to do next. Play it by ear." "Or..." Tommy said, giggling and reaching back to grab the soldier's hand, sliding it down to his little bubble butt "play it by rear." Rick squeezed the boy's ass and swatted it, before rolling him off him and getting up. "Come on, Slugger. Let's get this day started!" Rick said, getting out of bed. Thanks for reading, glad to have another chapter done in this story. Hope you enjoyed this one, it's a little bit different. We'll see some action between Rick and his sons outside of a dream in a future chapter. In a flashback. This is my first attempt at a story. I hope it got your cock nice and hard and maybe you shot a load to it. I'll start work on chapter 5 soon. Open to constructive criticism. If you liked my story, feel free to shoot me an email grizzlydipperdick@protonmail.com