Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 23:55:19 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Dad's Boys Club 16

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 w/s, scat, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.

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Chapter Sixteen

             Surprise-surprise: Who's fucking whom?

While it took much longer to get to the next stage of my experience, the
frustrating wait was well worth it, as you'll see.

Al finally met up with my dad at a union meeting but Al could say was that
he wanted in.

"Great!  Our next meeting will be Halloween; I'll pick you up at 7."

"Do I need a costume?"

"Silly boy; we'll all be in costume. We're all coming as ADAM.  But if you
have to wear something to get outta the house, do what you need to do.  See
Saturday at 7 p.m."

Al couldn't wait to tell his brother-in-law Lou the good news. His plan was
working to perfection. Lou would be bringing me, Al would be picking up the
candidate and bringing him.  Everything seemed to be falling into place:

I was staying at Larry's `cause trick or treating was much better in their
more residential neighborhood.  Larry's mom was hosting a pre-teen party
with her Canasta club. As far as I knew my mom and dad were going to a
union party.

Mom was going as blind justice; I put together a gown of gray chiffon and a
blind wrap for her eyes.  She carried a scale. Never knew what dad was
wearing----he kidding said he was going dressed as Adam!

Halloween finally got here.  I was thinking they'd postponed it until next
year.  Lou and Larry and I were more than ready to begin my next meeting of
`The Boy's Cub'.  Al went to pick up the newest member.

                                 + + I think I should describe the new
meeting place and the security that was involved. If such descriptions are
boring to you, fast forward to the next page.

A judge who had something to do with one of the members was willing to
accommodate our needs but he personally did not participate in the
meetings....at least as far as I knew.  For tax and investment purposes he
owned a run down motel on the outskirts of town.  When he remember-ed to
turn on the lights, he got an occasional customer. It was a courtyard
shaped building with the open part being around the back.  Guys would check
in at the desk, pay their $50 fee (a lot of money back then when normal
rooms in that kind of motel went for $20.) and drive around to the more
private back; cars could not be seen from the road.  When ya entered the
room it looked as you'd expect it to look.  In fact, once when there was a
flood and people were looking for any place to sleep, he rented the whole
motel and no one knew they could get from one room to the other and they
were amazed at how soundproof it was.

You had to go through the closet to get to our party room.  The back wall
simply slid into another wall.  Once we were all in, the wall would be slid
back and dead bolted.  There was an exit from our party room to other more
private rooms.  It never happened, or at least it hasn't happened, but if
there was a problem---a raid---the lights would go on and everyone was to
get into one of the other rooms.

The Party room was basically what you'd call a Black room. It had two
leather slings hanging from the ceiling; a king size be with a vinyl cover
and a disposable sheet over that.  There were several large pillows, a
couple of night stands and lamps--the only lamps in the room. A leather
sofa was perpendicular to one wall so guys could lean over it, watching or
participating in the sofa action. A lounge chair was facing the sofa.  All
it all it looked strange until you saw it being used.

The kitchen had a frig for beverages. There was a M/W but no stove.  The
bath was large and had a square tub with a corner, multi nozzle shower
system.  The water was nice and hot.  The floor was tile...easy to wash
down. And that was basically it. Guys brought in paper towels each
time. While there were recordings of everyone's initiation sex act, it was
securely held in a vault by the judge.  NO recording as allowed during our
meetings.

                             + +




On to the party:

Everyone else was there by the time we arrived---except the new member.
They were into their usual places watching the first kid being used.
That's how it started last time. Ya'd lay back and watch the action and
that would turn ya on so much that you'd take over to start something your
self.  Once the party got started it went non stop.  I'm hot and I'm good
but even I need time to wind down or build up enough to have another go at
it.  Larry had a much lower testosterone level and once he'd cum, he was
basically through for at least a hour.  Lou, his uncle and the guy who'd
brought me far along was the real stud.  No one has ever been able to
satisfy him.  Last time I think he came six time; once in each of the kids
and he certainly got fuck a dozen time buy some of the kids and every other
male there.  One dad had the super hots for him but he wasn't Lou's type
but he went along with it just to keep everyone in the club happy.  The
only think that shut this guy down was forcing him to drink piss before the
next session.  He didn't like piss.  Lou, Larry and I love it.

The smallest among us, thou he was actually a year older than my 14, was so
because he had such a baby face.  He even acted like a little girl,
squealing or wining all the time. But that's what his daddy liked.  He got
off on think-ing he was forcing it on some one.  Apparently these guys used
the club for the things they couldn't get at home. This guy's wife was a
sex maniac but for all he could do for her, she never showed any
appreciation.  She just wanted more but was unwilling to reciprocate.  Here
he could get both sides of it.  The wining of enough from the kids and the
sucking, fucking from the other guys.

That's what was happening in the beginning. He was fucking his son and he,
she, was crying and yelling for him to stop....

"That's it....bitch....take it...."

" NO please NO more.  It hurts and you're so rough."

"YA ain't seen or felt anything. I'm gonna line these six guys up and watch
them fuck you until you cry for mercy....  HEAR THAT YOU FUCKING
CUNT.... YOU'RE ALL MINE NOW."

While the whines were loudly comin' outta' his mouth, there was a smile on
his face of being treated like this. I could almost agree with him. I was
begging to like being a slut, especially for guys like Larry and his dad
Al.

One of the boys was on his knees and two guys were pissing into his mouth.
I quickly joined the scene and now the other men were pissing into and onto
our mouths. I couldn't tell who's was the best tasting and swung my face
every which way, trying to sample every ones.

One of the men was helping a lad get into a sling and strapping him in.
His hands were held up and out by two fleece lined cuffs and his legs were
strapped up in the air, exposing his tender young ass.  That's the position
I want-ed to be in last time but when I was available the sling wasn't.
Maybe tonight?

Then I noticed a very interesting thing.  There was a plastic cock sticking
outta his ass.  It's called a dildo and his dad had placed it there to
stretch his scrotum so he'd be able to take the larger cocks.  His dad's
wasn't one of those.  As he withdrew it, for all to see, he immediately
shoved it back.  I thought a little to roughly but apparently that's what
he liked and did it to himself all the time. His dad was more into sucking,
drinking and eating, than fuck-ing.  Each to their own.  This club didn't
restrict much--no blood--and what you didn't like you simple said `no
thanks or Uncle' and it was stopped....immediately.

The studs were lined up to fuck the ass in the sling. They did while his
dad played with the kid's tits and cock.

I turned and Larry was on his back on the bed with three guys working him
over.  He was eating a guys ass and then the guy would slide back so his
long dick would wind up at Larry's open mouth.  The pissing began and Larry
just gulp-ed it all down. The other guy was sucking his cock although
rather awkwardly as his legs were being held up and over his stomach, while
the third guy was trying to fuck him in the ass.

There was room enough for me to lay down next to him and `cause my cock was
more available than Larry's he came around and began to do me.  I got even
harder and the guy was very good, though a little to anxious.  I held his
head, as Lou had done to me many times, signaling to slow down; there's
plenty of time.  Enjoy it.  He did and we did though I did pull back `cause
I didn't want to cum yet.

He positioned himself behind me and I opened up to receive his fuck tool.
Now Larry and I were getting fucked on the same bed at the same time.  The
mattress was really rocking.  We held each others hands and even got into a
kissing position, though it wasn't very comfortable. I much prefer the more
romantic position of being locked in his arms while sitting on the sofa.
We could kiss like that for an hour. That's when I took my first load of
cum for the night and the other guy, sensing what was happening, decided to
feed me from both ends, saying, "Here ya go, you little slut, take in both
ends." And he pulled his throbbing piece of equipment from Larry's ass and
Larry held my head up so the guy could get his dripping cock into my mouth
and I eagerly sucked in his load of rich cum.

I knew what I was suppose to do and I held it all there so Larry could more
comfortably kiss my mouth and suck out the cum that was suppose to go into
him.  That turned the fucker on, saying,

"You guys are somethin' else.  I get the pleasure of fucking one ass and
two guys get the pleasure of my cum....FUCKIN' FANTASTIC......I need a
beer."

And that's how it went for the next hour or so.  A lot of beer was consumed
but that made it all the more necessary to piss and piss we all did.  It's
a kids' thing. Some thing you're not suppose to do: wet your pants, play
with the `dirty things from the toilet' and THAT's exactly what little kids
like to do----play with their poop.

We heard the greetings for the new member coming through the closet but
before we could get from the bed, Al, Larry's father, came up to us and
said that the next event was gonna be a test.

"Here, we're all supposed to put on these hoods. We're gonna see if we can
tell who's doing whom.  A prize was to be given to the one who could tell
who all had fucked or fed them.  OK?"

I was given a leather one that was laced up the back.  Larry got a knit ski
mask that was put on backwards so ya couldn't see.  The only opening was
two small holes to breath through and one at you mouth so ya could suck or
drink through.  We were all set.  This was thrilling and I got so excited
that my cock got rock hard.  So much so that someone immediately began
sucking on it.  But DAMMED I couldn't tell who it was, though he was
good. Then there was a tell-tail nibble on my foreskin and I knew it was
Lou.  He's the one who taught me how and when to do that.

Feeling around, grabbing anyone's cock, was funny, but enjoyable.  There
was no need to suck up to anyone or to ask for it; if ya liked what ya had
in your hand, go for it and I did. In all I'd sucked two guys I knew and
had my finger up the ass of another guy I didn't know.  Then an interesting
thing happened.  One guy put his arms under my arms and another guy lifted
my feet and I was immediately place in the leather sling.  It was low
enough that when my head hung over that end my mouth could be used as a
urinal and it was.  I had no idea who's piss was who's.  Cocks, cum and
kisses I could tell, put with piss I had not idea.  Wonder if any one can
tell who's is who's?

My arms weren't cuffed so I could swing my hands around until I connected
with a hard on and either jack it off or get it to my mouth to suck.  All
the while, my ass was being eaten and stretched with two fingers on each
side of my sphincter.  My ankles were being placed in cuffs so my legs were
held in the air while my ass was being worked on.  Actually it was being
prepared for a massive amount of fucking.

When a cock I was familiar with pulled from my hand, and I felt it trying
to get access to my pussy, I knew it was Lou and I stopped all jacking and
drinking, to enjoy being plummeted in public like this.  Only trouble was
that no one would be able to see it being done. Never the less there was so
much noise coming from everyone else in this game and ya couldn't tell who
was doing what to whom but that everyone was having one fucking good time.

The next guy into me was a bit rough. No one I knew was that
aggressive----might be the new guy.  He was huge, at least thickness wise.
I could actually feel the edge of his fire helmet cock head snap past the
entrance to my secret cavern and as he continued to shove more and more of
it in, I could feel it along the sides of my channel.  This was most
enjoyable, a little painful, but tolerate able.  There were several thrusts
and the motion was becoming easier and easier to accept.  It was when he
started to gyrate his rod that things really go interesting.  I'd never
felt anything like it.  It was as though he was screwing me---which is way
they say that---as though ya had your hand squeezing a screw driver, trying
to get that last twist of a tight screw into a board.

Oh....he could keep this up for a long time.  The sling was beginning to go
back and forth and one cock was fuckin' my hanging face while my cunt was
being drilled by a piston and they were in complete union. The timing was
perfect.

Don't know why it had all gotten so quiet.  Either everyone else was as
totally involved as I, we, were or I'd just lost my sense of hearing with
the thrill and excitement that was permeating my young virgin, body.

That could have gone on longer.  I was totally enraptured with his new
move, sensation.  The power piston picked up speed, intensity and I was now
on the ride of my life. The anxiousness of his act had lubricated my fuck
channel with his pre cum and the heat of such rapid movement was building
up massive amounts of heat.  My heart was pounding and I was having a hard
time breathing.  I stopped sucking cock and held my head up. Someone was
supporting it or it was leaning against someone's chest. It felt much
better; my breathing became excitedly normal and the fucking continued but
I sensed that it was about to blow as in throwing a rod or exploding a
cannon.

That's exactly what happened.  As big and intrusive as his rod was, it got
even bigger, stronger, as his love juice exploded inside my already crammed
full body.  Don't know how many but shot after shot after shot of hot cum
was being forced into my body and still there was more to come. And come it
did.  So much so that now his slightly softening cock was easily sloshing
around in my body.

I hadn't realized it but I too had shot a massive load of my own cum, all
over my stomach and chest.  Finger were scraping it up and feeding it to me
and I think the guy who was fucking me.  Now the ooohhhhs and aaaaahhhhas
could be easily heard.

The hand, chest, that was holding me, held me even more forward so that I
was almost sitting up in the sling.  My hood was being unlaced and I felt
very funny.  It was completely quite and when it was fully removed, and my
eyes were getting adjusted to the dim light, I looked forward to see the
mask of my fucker being removed and when his eyes got accustomed to the
light we both shouted

D A D.......S O N.....?  ?  ?

We embraced with our arms around each other, hugging as tightly as we
would; the next moment we were both in tears, of happiness, joy, and
amazement.

                          + +


Adding anything more to that is useless.  The major event had just taken
place and any other acts were merely ones of gratitude for all that had
just taken place.

While Lou was THE only one who knew all that was hopefully going to happen
this evening, the others were told about pits and pieces as the evening
progress.  Actually dad and I were the only ones in hoods.

I learned the unknown parts of this story, the ones you've already read and
I was able to fill in my dad about who the rest of the guys were and how I
got into the club before him, but by just one two months.  He would now
never forget the names of Larry, Lou, and Al.  We had many foursomes over
the next few years and when mom saw how much interest dad was taking in me,
taking me to ALL THOSE sports games, (at Lou's), she became another woman.
Turns out she resented Bud for hogging all my dad's attention.  I was her
youngest, most precious child and the LOVE of her life.  Now my dad was the
love of my life.

Weeeelll, that's not quite true.  Mom needed and got so much attention from
dad that he had to work hard to find `love in his life' for me---but he
did.  The real love of my life was, is, and always will be Larry.

Bud never did figure it out.  He was just glad to see how well things had
worked out between his dad and younger brother.

And one more thing: The guy who supported our Club, who had somewhat of a
connection to it, was the judge who ran a brothel from his motel and Bud,
though Lou's introduction was his star attraction.  He had as much to loose
by turning in his father.

                    + + + +

                                End of story.


There may be a few post scripts to this story.  Other things that happened
while all of this was going on or a few things that went on during the
extended meetings of `Dad's Boys' Club'.  Things that the others weren't at
all interested in like the `Scatting or the masochism.  Stay tuned.  Love
to all of you.  Hugh