CUMMIN' OFF AGE
by: Roarrr201@aol.com
Copyright by Roarrr201@aol.com.
Warning: If you are offended by sex between men, you should stop reading now. This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.
Comments and constructive criticism are very welcome and encouraged.
Part VI
After a brief pause the voice came back, soft and deep, right at his ear:
"And the real thing, Tom, the real thing is this."
Someone tucked gently at Tom's wrists and guided his hands. His fingertips brushed across hot flesh and then his palms were pressed around a throbbing cock - no, a column of hot, firm flesh, a fire hose of hard dick. Tom knew instantly what he had in his hands: the thirteen inch cock of the guy who had spied on him and Jeff the night before, the mammoth rod, the dick of dicks, the grandest prick of them all. He gasped and closed his fingers firmly around the imposing, big, fat ramrod. The picture of this huge, mighty dick that had been indeliblely inscribed in his mind and the feeling of pulsing, hard flesh in his hands joined together and created an impression of overpowering, intimidating virility. Tom's throat tightened; his ears rang and he felt weak, faint.
"Yeah, boy, feel it up, this dick. It's all yours."
Tom moaned and nearly sank to the floor but huge hands and strong arms easily held him up. He felt himself sinking forward, his weight bearing against the man's huge, hairy chest and against that huge pole of manmeat. Although he could not see the dick he held in his hands, its physical presence was overwhelming. Breathless, aching to explore the monumental member Tom began to trail his quivering fingers over the hot flesh, circling the contours of the enormous head, as large as a door-knob and sticky with a generous stream of pre-cum, tracing the thick, rich, rippling veins that pumped live and virility through the imposing masculine joint. His hands guided him along, farther and farther down on the man's dick that seemed to strive upward to meet him, to be straining to reach Tom's drooling, aching dick. The wrist-thick shaft jerked, maddeningly thrilling, between his exploring fingers. His hands, working their way down inch after inch, electrically sensitive to the feel of hot, velvety skin over undulating hardness, fought for complete possession of that monstrous, unbelieveably huge monument of malehood although he knew that it could not be experienced or possessed just by groping hands - other efforts were necessary to achieve that.
The man beside him, his mouth at Tom's ear, seemed to read his mind:
"Yeah, Tom, feel this dick up good... in a few moments it will go up your ass... up to the hilt... all the way... all the fucking thirteen inches... all of them!"
Tom gasped and his ears rang. He panicked. Could he really take this giant joint up his ass? Would it not rip him apart? It was so huge, so thick, so large, so fat.... His fingers hardly met at the base when he tightened his grip around the pulsing flesh; both his hands joined together hardly covered half of its length and it seemed to swell, to grow, to lengthen even more under his grip. He swallowed repeatedly, making gulping, loud noises in his tight throat, insecure if he should regard the annoucement that he was be fucked by this pole as a promise or a threat. He pulled the incredible hard, unbelievable strong column of cock meat away from the tensely muscled, hairy, sweat and pre-cum covered belly, amazed that he had to apply some force to keep it from snapping back. And then he pushed the fear aside: the feel of that monstrous dick in his hands ignited pinpricks of anticipation in his brain, an excitement so real he could feel the crackling sensations inside his head. He ached with need, his asshole already spasming with a muscular twitch he could not control, wanting that ramrod to work its way into the depth of him, to fuck him so deep, so hard, so fast that he would never be able to think of anything but this dick again.
"Are you afraid, Tom?"
Shivering with excitement Tom managed to shake his head in denial.
"You like dick up your ass, don't you? Tell us, Tom! You like big dick up your sweet, tight, little ass? Tell us!"
He tried to speak but his voice failed him after so long a silence and he had to clear his throat first. Then he answered, his voice quivering at first, but then gaining in strength:
"Yeah, you're right: I like to get fucked. I like a huge, throbbing dick up my ass, thrusting forward, gliding backward, fucking me deep and fast and hard, creaming me full of hot jism at the end. I love it... it makes me shoot my load."
The man at his ear chuckled softly:
"So, you would like to be fucked by this pole, this ramrod here?"
Tom nodded silently, slowly.
"Oh no, we want to hear you, Tom. Tell us. Raise your voice to tell us, all of us."
He hesitated, humiliated but also excited by this order to voice his need, his desire, but then he said:
"Yeah, I want to feel this dick up my ass... deep inside me... as far inside me as possible... stretching my ass to the point of riping apart. I want it up my ass... I want to be fucked by it... long and hard and fast."
"Okay, boy, in the end you'll get what you want. But you need some preparation to take this thing up your ass. So we've figured something out, you know. We'll loosen your tight, little ass up with our dicks first!"
Tom frowned and shook his head impulsively, somewhat horrified by the idea to be fucked by six men in a row only to find himself shagged again by the biggest dick of them all.
"Don't panic, boy! We're not nuts and we know you're still a kind of virgin. We consider that. So, we'll use a lot of lube and then each of us here will shove his dick up your ass slowly, stay inside you for some moments to stretch your butt wide and then... pull out again. We won't fuck you - at least not right now. That's up to big daddy here. I've no doubt that some of us will be so excited by the whole thing that they'll shoot their load in your ass without fucking you for real - but I'm sure you will not mind that."
And they carried out their plan: strong hands spread Tom's legs wide apart and he felt his asshole lubricated until it was all slimy. Then each of the six men, one after the other, slowly drilled his hard dick into Tom's butt. At first Tom had been taken aback by their weird idea but once the men began to execute this strange ritual he became more and more excited. Already when the first huge, throbbing dick was shoved into his asshole he realized that he was anything but a powerless victim in this game: he sensed the man's great agitation and knew by instinct that the guy whose dick slowly entered his tight ass had great troubles to control himself, to prevent himself from grabbing Tom's hips and starting to fuck him for real. So when the large, flanged cock head slipped into him Tom gripped it tightly with his strong ring muscle, squeezing the hard rod, holding it in the spasming embrace of that strangling tightness and he heard the man moan, gasp and freeze, his dick still only half way into the boy's belly, the only movement the steady, rhythmic throb of his pulse-driven cock jerks, completely involuntary. Then Tom clamped down on the pulsing shaft again and the man cried out:
"Ohhh, holy shit.... I'm... I'm loosing it... loosing my load! Too... goddamm... tight... beautiful.... sexy! Here... boy... here comes my load... into your ass! And I didn't... even... ride you!"
That was true: only Tom's convulsing asshole pulsed in steadily tighter milking pressure on the man's cum-pumping dick as jets of fiery jism shot into his clasping guts. He tried to repeat his trick on each of the other man who entered him in a row and succeed to bring off two more of them. Three resisted the tight pressure of his strong ass muscles and stayed in him for several minutes without shooting their load, but judged from their panting, groaning and moaning they did so with great difficulties,.
And then all six men had had him, at least for a moment or two, and he was ready to take that monsterous dick up his ass. The man moved behind him and Tom felt that his taut ass cheeks were spread apart by the huge head of the man's ramrod. He gulped down hard and waited expectantly. But first the voice was back at his ear with another order:
"Tell us what you feel, Tom, what you think, what you experience... tell us, Tom! We want to hear it from you right while it's happening... you know, we want to share this with you, first hand."
Tom's mind reeled. This was too weird. He had been prepared to bend over, to spread his buns wide and let that monster cock be shoved up his ass, to be submissive, totally passive. And now this... now these bastard wanted him to describe what happened, to voice his inner feelings in the true sense of the word right in front of them just to give them an additional thrill. This was too weird. After all they could see what happened but he was blindfolded!
He wanted to protest against this nerve but then the man's gargantuan dick nosed up between his ass cheeks, throbbing, jerking, waiting, and he felt himself give in. Breathing hard, moaning in excitement, he prepared himself for the intrusion of that monster cock and he began his narrative, falteringly at first, surprised by the husky, throaty sound of his own voice, confused by the strange task to give a real time account of the fuck he received, but then gaining in confidence:
"I... I feel... the head... pushing my asscheeks apart... jerking, throbbing, pulsing... brushing over my asshole... slithering over it... it's all greasy and slimy, that cock... it's huge... so big... so hot... I'm... I'm aching for it... I want it in my ass... yeah, I want it... do it for me, man... do it now... shove it into me... now... now... he's pressing forward... pushing slowly... against my butthole... it's opening up... opening up for you, man... your cockhead going into my ass... sliding in... your big prick... my sphincter getting stretched... wider and wider open... still going in, that prickhead... ohh, stop, stop for a moment... I can't... I can't take it so fast... not so fast... this is the biggest dick I can imagine taking up my butt... the biggest dick... leave me time to adjust... to adjust to your cock... so huge... so hard... so thick... so beautiful... it's still just the head... and my butt feels stretched wider apart then ever before... it's so goddamn big... so big... big... yeah, now push again... shove it into me... entering slowly... now... now... ohhh... the head... the head is in... caught tight... my ass contracting behind the corona of this fat cockhead... contracting tight around it... making it jerk and throb."
Tom threw back his head in exctasy. It came to rest on the broad shoulder of the man who was going to fuck him. He heard the man moan softly and their cheeks brushed against each other, a strong, prickly stubble grazing over Tom's five o'clock shadow, sending off electric sparks. Tom leaned back into the man, finding himself supported by strong arms and a heavily muscled, very hairy chest. He sensed the circle of admiring spectators around them, standing close, breathing hard, watching without a doubt wide-eyed with glazed and unblinking intensity, jacking off, groping the jutting hardon or taut ass of their neighbor. Suddenly Tom felt impatient: his round, firm butt flexed against the hard-muscled belly pressing against it, aching for more, even more of that fullness that was threatening to split his body wide open, and he heard himself shout out:
"Ohhh, Christ, you studs got me so fucking hot! I wanna get fucked! Get fucked now! Give me all of your... oh, shit... I want to feel you... fuck me... I need your big dick... all of it... all of your fuckin' thirteen inches... up my aching asshole now! Fuck me, man! Please! Ram your big... hot... joint... up my ass!"
The man began to move again but he worked with infinite slowness and care, an expert in teasing, in prolonging, in getting the ultimate sensation from his victim. Tom began his account again, not just for the sake of the watching men, but also for his own fun: it added greatly to his increasing arousal.
"It's sliding forward... into my ass... still growing... getting thicker... thick bar of meat... feeling like a tree trunk... a cannon... my ass stretching out into a big fuck tube for you, man... inch after inch slowly going in... up my ass... ohhh, yeah... making me all hot... driving inch after inch up me... I'm getting so full of cock... my dick bobbing and drooling in response... jerking... with every inch you shove up my ass... I'm getting hotter and hotter... my dick thicker and fatter... jerking and drooling... yeah, like that, stud... give me another inch... shove it in... and another one... you're making a game out of it... torturing me... giving me just one inch... then waiting... leaving me drooling and panting... begging for more... than giving me one inch more of big, fat dick... just one inch... not more... instead of shoving them all into me with one, long thrust... to make me shoot my load... but you don't want that... you want to take me slowly... slowly... torturing me... I... I lost track... how many inches still to go?... don't know... half of it?... more?... there's more... still more... but I'm so full of your cock already... so full of cock... I can't believe it... loving it... every inch of it... feels so good... opening up for you... being taken by you... screwed by you... with that huge pole... jerking, throbbing, drooling... oozing pre-cum into my ass... making me hot for it... turning me on... making me want it... more of it... all of it... up my ass... ohhh, now... now... I... ohhhh... I feel... pubic hair grinding... scratching at my ass cheeks... hairy balls slapping at my ass... that... that means... I... I have it all... I've taken it all... all thirteen fucking... fucking inches up my ass... incredible big... fat... hot... dick... up my ass! Ohhh shit, man, you're hung to fuck! Jesus, it feels good... way up there... in my guts... like it's trying to crash through my chest... ohhhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck my hungry ass!"
For a moment both Tom and the man whose giant cock stuck in the boy's ass up to the hilt froze, lost in ecstasy, both their cocks twitching, jerking, drooling, at the point of erupting. The man's prickly chest hair brushed against Tom's back; he sensed him heaving, fighting for breath, struggling to keep from shooting his cum, and he was overwhelmed to feel that monsterous dick buried in his ass, pulsing but not moving. With a deep-chested growl the man reached out for Tom's hands and he gripped them; their fingers entwined, struggling with each other as if trying to crash the other hand in a tight grip, communicating lust and arousal, establishing a strange intimacy, silently speaking of tenderness and longing. Tom's heart raced and his brain was spinning around and around.
Then he sensed a strong commotion around him; all the men who had watched him and the guy with the monster dick silently for the last moments now suddenly came to life again, breathing hard, moaning and groaning with excitement, eager to join in, ready to touch, to grope, to stroke, to lick, to lap wherever it was possible. He felt hands and tongues again, slowly working down to his achingly erect nipples, tweaking, pinching, teasing, and still farther down, dipping into his navel, and on down, lower, to brush through the silky, curly jungle of crotch hair, bypassing his straining, jerking dick, cupping tight-drawn, aching nuts in both palms, pressing them together to the very edge of crushing pain, then easing off to stroke his inner thighs that trembled with excitement and need; hands caressing over every inch of his sweating body, tracing his back and his shoulders, kneading his arms and hands, fingering clenching pecs and thighs and calves; fingers working back up to his hips, brushing, working their way to base of his cock, circling it maddeningly with one fingertip, round and round the base of bloated, throbbing dick, tickling the prickly-haired scrotum, making his over-loaded balls leap and churn; and then hot, sweaty fingers around his cockshaft, stroking slowly, squeezing tight, working with thumb and forefinger on its head, then slowly running down to the lowest possible grip on the base of the cockshaft, working up to the head again, driving him insane with aching need for just a fraction more pressure, for just an instant faster speed.
He whimpered, tossing his head around in agony, and hunched his hips, forcing himself to move on the monsterous dick that stuck up his ass, thobbing, jerking but otherwise still motionless, beginning to fuck himself with that huge tool, moving forward, feeling inch after inch after inch of hot, throbbing dick gliding out of his spasming asshole, leaving an aching emptiness behind, a kind of vacuum that had to be filled again, then grinding his ass back hard and firmly onto the gut-tickling hugeness of that ramrod. His own cock lurched wildly, dancing to his movements, a steady flow of thick pre-cum oozing a slimy thread from gaping, pulsating cock-lips as he rose to a higher and higher level of arousal, shouting out loud:
"Ohhh, Christ, you got a dick for fuckin' hot ass, man. Fuck it! Ohhh, shit, fuck my hot, twitchy asshole. I love it. I love your big, big, hot, juicy, joint humpin' me! Fuck me, man! Ohhh, shit... hell... damn... fuck my ass! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck me!"
Squirming in an erratic rhythm, moving back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster on the man's huge dick, Tom rotated his hips, flexing lean, hard-muscled buttocks, tensing and relaxing quivering thighs, coaxing the man behind him to move, to shove forward hard and deep.
"Fuck that ass, man! I'm hot... so hot... gonna cum... hot as shit... it's good... so good... wild... wonderful... ohhh, man, it's so... hot!"
And then he finally got what he wanted: the man gripped Tom's hipbones hard, resting his chin in the sweaty valley between the boy's shoulderblades and biting the back of his neck he began to move, pulling his big meat slowly, gradually out of Tom's spasming asshole, retracting until nearly all of those fucking, throbbing thirteen inches were out. Teasingly pausing for a second or two, the man made his huge fuckpole jerk in Tom's tight, aching ass. And then he thrust his hips forward again, shoving his dick in, slamming it up the boy's butt, with just one long move. Tom groaned, cried, his body shuddering, his knees knocking together, grunting, breathing hard with whistling, wheezing sounds, working with his butt on the man's monsterous rod, his strong ass muscles tightening, relaxing, then tighening again, milking that dick, aching to be rewarded with a torrent of hot jism up his ass.
At last the man, who had till then been almost passive and had let Tom do all the work, was transformed in a whirlwind of action: he ground himself forward as hard as he could, as deep as he could manage, giving the boy's hungry asshole the last possible fraction of his killer cock, shoving in and pulling out, plunging and retreating, driving deep, pulling out to the tip of his lube-oozing cockhead, then ramming again, sliding forward, burying himself to the balls in the clutching, convulsing asshole, giving the moaning, whimpering boy all he had to give, fucking him, pumping his dick, changing the gears deliberately, hard and fast, long and deep, then for a change slow and easy for a few moments, even harder and faster then as before, fucking the boy, head-deep, balls-deep, huge balls bouncing and slapping in the increasingly moist, sweaty valley between Tom's thighs and his ass cheeks.
Tom was gasping for air, sobbing helplessy as his head tossed, his whole body shuddering dreadfully, wholly absorbed and possessed by the fuck he received from that monsterous cock. The man behind Tom, inside him, shot his hips forward hard, driving with all his might and strength into his clenching, pulsating asshole, strong hands firmly placed on his hips to hold him in place, as he fucked and pumped miles of fiery cock into the boy, long-dicking Tom and himself to the zenith of sensation, filling the boy with the power and strength of his huge, hammering ramrod. Tom felt himself coming close, caring for nothing but the rising fullness of sensations:
"Ohhh, man... it's good... so hot.... so good.... fuck me, stud! Fuck my ass! Kill me, man, with that big joint! Drive it right through me... rip out my asshole! Just keep pumin' that hot, big meat to me!"
Moaning, whimpering, lost in overwhelming excitement, Tom had for long moments been only peripherally aware of the other guys surrounding him and the man who fucked him to glory. But still they were there, moving around them, and now they made themselves noticed again, touching, stroking, licking. Someone gripped his chin, turning his head to meet a forward-thrusting face and an open mouth from which an inviting tongue fluttered wetly. With a sigh of deep pleasure he leaned eagerly into the offered kiss, slurping hungrily, drinking spit, and became light-headed as the tongue was rammed deep into his throat, probing around in his mouth at top speed and with maximum force. Then he felt another face approach and a tongue lapped at their clamping lips, forcing itself into Tom's throat, too, alongside that other tongue - a threesome of swirling, lapping tongues, straining lips and sucking mouths. Hands tucked possessively in his crotch, one cupping the weight of his big balls, the other circling the base of his jerking cock shaft, and then an insatiable mouth advanced, gaped and engulfed every inch and fraction of his drooling seven inch dick, swallowing it to the balls. Tom felt a movement between his widespread legs and sensed someone crawling, crouching under him, who began to lick at his balls that swung back and forth with the fiery thrusts of huge dick that was shoved up his ass. The man lapped at his spasming, twitching hole and at the underside of that pistoning monster cock, tickling the sensitive flesh of scrotum, ass and cock, trying to drill into his well-stretched hole as well. A huge, drooling, throbbing cock brushed across one of his hands and he grabbed it, not caring for any rules any more, and began to masturbate that mighty member as best as he could, milking it for a huge load of cum. He reached out with his other hand, too, groped around and was quickly rewarded with another handful of pulsing, thick manmeat, slick with sweat and pre-cum. He tightend his grip around it, forming a fuck tube with his fingers and let the man hump himself, huge, hairy balls slapping with smacking sounds at his hand.
Lost in the awesome fullness of feelings as though every area of his being was covered, Tom succumbed to the joys of being in center-stage, the focal point of an all-male orgy. He snapped his hips forward, moving in unison with the pistoning big dick up his ass, driving his aching cock into the consuming mouth before him, so hard and suddenly that the man gagged. Still the guy made no attempts to retreat, instead slithered his big hands up Tom's thighs, graping his aching balls in a tight grip, and then he opened up his mouth even wider, trying to swallow yet more of Tom' throat-bruiser. Tom hunched his bursting hardon into the man's throat, clung to the gaping mouths that were clamped over his lips, and ground his pelvis and wriggled his ass to get the full treatment of fucking cock, feeling it touch the ultimate depths of his roiling guts, getting long-dicked by that ramrod as if the man were trying to crash his prostrate. He sucked at the swirling tongues in his mouth, and moaned and sobbed, breathless with the overpowering absorption of his senses in this multiple mating.
Eight men writhed and squirmed together, sighing, gasping, panting, forming a moving mass of bodies, too complex to be disentangled, a huge pile of hot, sweating masculine flesh, of entwined legs, arms, hands, fingers, mouths, tongues and cocks. Eight voices, many of them muffeld by deep plunging cocks and probing tongues, joined in a chorus of virile groans, grunts and incoherent mutterings that was more and more often interrupted by husky, throaty shouts of lust:
"Fuck that tight boy ass, man!"
"Make him squirm!"
"Pinch my tits, pinch them hard! Yeah, harder!"
"Give head, man! Suck that throbbin' boy dick!"
"Make me cum, man! Make me shoot my load!"
"I'm close, so close... ready to cum!"
"Harder! Fuck him harder, man!!"
Hands gripped and groped, tongues probed deep into mouths, licked over sweating skin, cocks drilled into throats and assholes, deep voices moaned and groaned, bodies thrashed and spasmed, muscles strained and tensed, balls drew close to throbbing cockbases. Toms was really getting fucked now, hard and fast, with that big horse dick up his ass. The man's balls banged at the boy's ass cheeks with every deep, hard stroke he shoved up that tight, sweet ass, panting wildly, getting hotter and hotter, fucking out of control now, his muscular body flailing around as he greedily drove his big, jerking dick into Tom's ass again and again. The man humped his hips faster and harder, his body shaking all over, and then he cried out, helplessly, deep-chested, and Tom felt the man's convulsive spasms of orgasm as blast after blast of hot jism sluiced up his ass, inundating his guts with sticky man cum, spraying out of that hose of cock that kept pumping and pumping way up in his body. The man shot a really, really, really huge load and Tom got it all, squirt after squirt, glob after glob, deep in his guts.
And then Tom, moving in the center of the crowd, triggered of a torrent of cum. His spasming asshole still clamping around the huge, cum-spurting fuckpole that stuck up his ass he drove his aching, explosive cock deeper and harder into the resilient, willing, thrilling throat of the man who sucked him off, mumbling strangled warnings around the swirling, probing tongues in his mouth, trying to signal everyone that his climax was approaching fast, that his cum was reaching the point of boiling again. His cock ached as it stiffened. expanded, contracted, convulsed and hot cum spewed with violent force into the gulping, gurgling, gagging, jism-drinking throat. This was the signal for all the other men, the catalyst for a seemingly endless row of orgasms: the pile of hot manflesh seemed to explode with cockcream; huge, throbbing dicks began to send jet after jet of hot, thick cum into the air, vollies of spunk, gushes of thick, hot, salty-sweet jism, shooting, gushing, spurting out of gaping piss-slits, hot drops of creamy, white cum splashing down on hot, sweaty skin, raining down on everyone, falling on chests, shoulders, backs and faces, bathing eight heavily muscled, hairy, sweaty men with sticky jism while each of them tried to summon up more and still more cock juice to add it to the flood of cum that crashed over them.
Finally, drained of cum and strenght, all men fell away from Tom except the guy who had given him the fuck of his life. Slowly, cautiously he pulled his still half-hard dick out of the boy's well-stretched asshole, licking tenderly at his neck at the same time.
Tom felt weak, almost lifeless, and he would have slumped to the floor if it had not been for the guy who held him in powerful, strong arms. And then the huge cockhead popped juicily from the boy's ass. Tom sighed, relieved, spent, satisfied like never before, but also sad, feeling a moment of unbearable loneliness and emptiness. But this was quickly eased when the man turned him around and, brushing soft lips over Tom's mouth, drew him close in the most tender embrace. They kissed for long moments, gently, with lazily probing tongues.
Fingers fumbled at the back of Tom's head and then the mask that had been used to blindfold him came down but still he kept his eyes tight shut, afraid of the piercing light after such a long darkness. When he finally opened them, he stared right into two coal black, shining eyes that were so close to his face that he could not bring them into clear focus. The room fell suddenly completely quiet and all the energy that was left in it after that row of shattering orgasms seemed to be concentrated around these two man facing each other.
Tom, staring into those black eyes as if transfixed, wanted to speak but his voice failed him completely. His hand came up in an almost violent movement as if he wanted to push the man back, to shove him down to the floor, but suddenly all his power left him and the violent thrust was miraculously transformed into a gentle caress of the man's heaving torso, into a slow movement of trailing fingertips tenderly brushing through the thick mat of dark hair that covered that mighty chest. His palm softly but firmly placed over the man's huge, strong left pectoral, feeling the man's heart thumping in his hand, Tom finally found the power to speak. He moved back a few inches, carefully taking in the full sight of the man's face with piercing eyes, and then he said very softly:
"Hi, Dad."
A long silence ensued. Both men stood motionless; their eyes glued to each other. Then the older man slowly brought his hand up, moving his palm over the back of Tom's hand that still rested on his heaving chest, squezzing it gently, then more and more strongly as if he tried to crash it in his tight grip. He cleared his throat repeatedly while a smile appeared on his lips, insecure at first but then broadening, slowly turning into a radiant, happy grin and then he finally managed to say:
"Hi, Son."
Their heads approached each other as if drawn together by the force of strong magnetism and they kissed again, tenderly, but then more and more passionately with clamping mouths, swirling tongues, straining, aching jaws, drawing each other closer and closer in a fierce, tight, crushing embrace that made both of them grunt and moan.
After some time Tom broke away. His eyes roamed proudly over the mighty frame of his dad, delighting in the sight of his virile, rugged features, hard, well defined muscles, flat stomach and long, muscular legs - and that monster cock, overpoweringly impressive even when not fully erect. In a deep growl Tom exclaimed:
"You bastard.! Big... beautiful... incredible huge... bastard!"
He saw that his dad's cock began to stirr again, swelling, rising, and felt the blood rush into his own dick, too. Strong hands gripped his shoulders and turned him around. He found himself in the embrace of Bob, the blond man who had fucked him in the gym the night before. Grabbing at Tom's thickening dick the handsome man said:
"Hey, let me say hello to the boy before you two guys go at it again!"
Then he planted a wet, juciy kiss on Tom's lips who responded enthusiastically by opening up his mouth, drawing the man close to kiss him passionately. Alex, Tom's dad, stepped close and joined them in the kiss. When they broke the kiss three totally stiff, throbbing dicks were rubbing against each other between their bodies. Alex grinned and said:
"I guess it's a little bit late for a formal introduction now - but better late than never. So: Tom, please meet Bob Raffelson, my lover."
Tom was puzzled:
"You mean... hey, wait a minute... what the fuck! This mean the whole thing is a set-up? You've planned all this? And what about your wedding ring?"
Alex answered first:
"No, it's not a set-up - at least not all of it. Your Mum called me lately, telling me about some books she found among your things, saying she thought that you were probably gay but seemed to have some problems with it and - considering me an expert on that - asked me if I would come to offer you some advice. So Bob and me came here and, feeling nervous to meet you after all these years, I send him to the gym to have a look at you, to get an impression of you, your reactions and such things. He knew your looks from pictures your Mum had send me."
Then Bob took over:
"And your reactions turned out to be - shall we say - quite strong. So I let you have your way with me. Enjoyed it immensely, too. But you know that. As for the rest of our encounter here in the gym: well, that was a kind of set-up thanks to the co-operation of Hank, the gym's guard and an old-time buddy of your dad. Oh, and for the wedding ring: well, that's a remnant of a former life. I keep it because I'm used to it. Also, I still consider myself a married man - luckily my spouse doesn't mind when I fool around occasionately. There are some offers I just can't resist, you know."
He grinned at Alex and the two strong men kissed. While they still indulged in a wet, slobbering kiss, their tongues struggling visibly between straining lips, Tom watching them closely, fascinated and aroused by the hot sight, another man joined their circle. It was Jeff, Tom's neighbor who had sucked him off the night before. He started to kiss Tom and very quickly they had a kind of foursome going, sharing juicy kisses, groping hairy balls, stroking stiff dicks and heaving chests. Then Alex broke away with one movement of his long, powerful arms:
"Here are some more explanations. Of course you know Jeff here, our long-time neighbor. What you don't know is...". He couldn't finish the sentence because Tom interrupted him:
"Oh, I can guess that now. Tell me, Jeff, this visitor here from the big city - that's the man with whom you've fooled around 'quite often ages ago'! Am I right?"
"Yeah, you're right, Tom, absolutely right. Just the sight of your Dad made me hot (and it still does) - I just had to go down on him as often as possible. And since you're so interested in unravelling the story: here's my part of it. Our 'close encounter' yesterday night - that wasn't a set-up, either. I expected your Dad. You showed up instead of him but I realized very quickly that you had the same on your mind as he did in the old times."
Alex added:
"And when I arrived I found my place already taken - but still I had a lot of fun that night!"
Tom laughed out loud and said:
"And then you arranged this 'meeting' here. Well, this a happy-ending if there ever was one!"
His Dad was the first to answer:
"Oh, no, Tom, this is not an ending but just the beginning of a long night. First, let me introduce to the other guys and then...." His voice trailed off and he ended the sentence with an inviting gesture of his hands.
Then Tom met the other men: he knew Hank Tennyson, of course, but was surprised to learn that three of the city's most humpy guys belonged to the group, too: a huge muscle man whom he had always secretly admired in the gym, the coach of the local high school swim team, a man with a particularly trim, slender body and a dashingly handsome, young cop whose dick was almost as huge as that of his Dad and who had played the part of host, giving Tom the orders and exciting by his dirty talk. Once he had shared introductory hugs and french kisses with everyone all the seven hot, horny men looked expectantly at Tom, their dicks fully erect again, gently swaying up and down in a silent contest for the most beautiful dick.
His voice husky with lust Tennyson said:
"Remember the rules of this event here, Tom? Now you've endured the 'ordeal' it's up to you what happens next."
Being so close to all these attractive men who were ready to have sex with him again, offering their hot body and their huge, throbbing dicks to him, made Tom's mind reel. He looked them over very closely, one after the other, taking in the sight of big, muscular bodies with their glistening coating of sweat and cum, and let them wait, liking his lips from time to time lewdly, torturing them by letting time pass just as they done earlier one. Finally, his cock twitching and licking pre-cum, he said:
"Okay - here's what I want to do first: I want to fuck you, Dad, right here in front of all the others, right here in front of Bob watching you taking my dick up the ass - and in the end my load, too. How's that?"
His father grinned like the proverbial Chestshire cat, his monsterous cock jerking with excitement, and he said dryly:
"And I thought already you'd never ask!"
So, Tom fucked his Dad in front of six observing men who bet their dicks while watching them, shouting encouraging obsceneties so loud that the room reverberated with noise. In no time Tom had his dad writhing and moaning under him, begging him to drive his dick into him as hard and deep and fast as he could. And Tom complied. He was in complete control, spreading his dad's legs wide apart, driving his drooling dick up the man's ass, drilling it home with all his strength, pistoning his throbbing cock in and out of the depths of his father's butthole, holding the man's thrashing body in place with strong arms. Tom took a special delight in talking dirty to his Dad, whisperig into his ear:
"Tight butt, Dad... really tight.... open up wide for your son! Take my boy dick up your ass! Wiggle your sweet ass for me! Yeah, like that! Now fuck yourself on my rod for a while! Do it for me, Dad, do it for your son! Shove your tight asshole back on my pulsing dick! Ohhh, yeah! Now pull back. Do the work for me, Dad. Fuck yourself with my cock. You need it, don't you? You want it? Relly bad? Want my big, fat boy dick up your ass? All the way up to the hilt? Tell me, Dad. I want to hear it! Tell me how much you want it!"
"Yeah, Tom... yeah, Son... I want your dick in me... all of it... up my ass... feels so good... so good... throbbing, pulsing, jerking... drivin' in and out.... in and out... fast and hard... makes me so hot... getting fucked by you.... in front of all these guys... doggy style... hard and deep... with Bob watching... closely... me getting fucked by my son... by my stud son... my lover watching me spreadin' my legs for you... seeing me get all hot from feeling your cock up my ass... panting, begging for more... my dick rockhard and drooling although no-one has touched it... ready to shoot my load... just holding back... waitin' for you... for you to shoot up your hot cum up my ass... up my aching asshole... I need it... bad... really bad, Son... need your cum, stud... give it to me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck your dad! Cream up my ass! Make me pop my load!"
Tom knew he wouldn't last long, feeling his dad writhe under him, pistoning his throbbing dick in and out of the man's clamping, spasming asshole, hearing his filthy singsong. He drew the man's upper torso in an upright position and motioned Bob to come closer. Eagerly the man stepped forward. He bent down and took the huge head of his lover's dick into his mouth, clamping his lips tight around the thick shaft, waiting patiently for the man's hot, sticky cum, his eyes reverently roaming over his lover's tensing muscles and bulging pecs. There was a peculiar fire in Tom's eyes and a grimace of unbearable lust on his face as every muscle of his strong body tensed and strained to send the torrent of cum building up in his over-sized balls into his father's tight asshole:
"I' gettin' there... Dad! Comin' close! So close! Don't cum... before I say so! Don't shoot... don't shoot... until you're told!"
"Yeah, Son... waitin' for you... waitin' for your cream! Fuck me with that big dick! Yeah! Like that! Yeah! Deeper! Big fuckin' cock reamin' out my ass! Yeah! Tell me when you're there. Tell me!"
Tom gasped hard, slamming his jerking dick into his dad's accepting asshole, and began gushing a massive load of hot, thick ball juice up his butt, his body relaxing somewhat, like a bow string after releasing the arrow, only to be wracked by a long series of body jarring spams. He heard himself cry out loud:
"Ohhh shit, Dad... now! Now! I'm cummin'... up your ass! Cummin'! Now, Dad! Cum! Cum, stud! Cum! Shoot your load into that hot throat! Drown him with your jism! Make him drink it down! All of it!"
While blast after blast of cum erupted out of his cock and filled his dad's butthole to the point of overflowing Tom watched as the man's giant dick became even thicker and swelled to unbelievable dimensions, pushing Bob's clamping lips apart. Roaring with lust Alex exclaimed:
"Yeah.... me... tooooooooooooooo! Cummmmminn'!"
And Tom watched his dad's lover struggling on the man's huge, jerking dick with straining lips, gulping down and gulping down as fast as he could, staring with unblinking eyes up at the two hairy, humpy guys towering above him. Seeing the man suck his dad off, eagerly swallowing his cum, Tom, whose dick was still spraying more cum up his father's ass, felt as if Bob drank down his cum, too.
And that was only the beginning of an endless orgy of hot sex with no holes barred as each of the eight men gave himself cheerfully and energetically to any and all comers. Tom was scarcely ever without a cock up his mouth or up his ass, or with his own prick being caressed or pistoning in and out of a hot mouth or ass for the next couples of hours. He made it with all the men so many times and in so many different ways that he soon lost count and simply wallowed in it all, taking huge loads of cum up his ass or gulping them down, coming and being ejaculated upon again and again until his naked body was dripping with sweat and cum and cum and sweat.
Later on Tom only remembered the more kinky parts of the last hours of the long night: someone reaming him out good after four other guys in a row had fucked him and shot their loads up his ass; he himself on his knees while three guys were shooting their cum on his outstretched tongue and into his face at the same time; the young, handsome cop who could miraculously take two dicks up his ass at the same time and shot his load all over his chest without touching his dick just as the second prickhead was shoved up his tail; and most of all the final and in some way most spectaclar number: late at night, when all the other guys already had cried defeat and rested to regain their strength, Tom had coaxed his dad to prove that he could suck himself off. First Alex had denied that this was possible even with a dick of thirteen inches but then he had given in to Tom's playful and teasing requests. Without a doubt it was an acrobatic act that demanded careful preparation and supporting hands but it had worked out: they had been rewarded with the sight of that huge, muscular man on his back and on his neck, his torso and wide-spread legs bent over over his head with the help of two men who prevented him from toppling down.
In this intricate position the man's monsterous dick that stretched down over his hairy belly and chest had easily disappeared into his own mouth. All the men watched in awe and excitement as Alex strained his lips around the huge head of his own throbbing, pulsing dick, sucking at it gently, determined to coax himself to climax, to drink down his own cum. The hot sight made them all hard and horny again. Tom had the privilege to lick at the long inches of thick shaft of dick that still stuck out of the man's mouth while Bob drilled his tongue up his lover's exposed asshole. No more movements were necessary: just the combined efforts of these three tongues - his own, circling the huge head of his own dick in his mouth, brushing over the sensitive flesh, dipping into the gapping piss-slit; that of Tom, sliding up and down on the thick column of dick between the man's hairy balls and his straining mouth, coating the jerking cock tenderly with spit, its tip gently trying to pry his dad's clamping lips open to sneak into his stuffed mouth, too; and that of Bob, probing deep in his well-fucked asshole, lapping up all the loads of hot man juice that had gathered there over the course of the night - these efforts had brought the man very quickly to a final, shattering climax. With lust-glazed eyes, his face only a few inches away, Tom had watched how his dad's gargantuan dick started to swell and jerk until he saw the clear signs of orgasm. Whispering "Keep some for me, Dad, keep some for me!" while his own dick exploded in his hand in a long series of huge volleys of cum Tom had observed how his dad swallowed his own jism, his Adam apple moving quickly up and down in his throat. At the same time all the other men had cum, too: hard cocks spurted hot, white jism everywhere, splattering cum in huge drops all over the place, over the three man who were directly involved in this act of acrobatic sex, over their heaving, sweating bodies, over buttocks, hips and thighs, coating arms, hairy pectorals and faces with huge globs of hot, sticky man cum.
Later on Tom, resting in a heap of spent bodies on his Dad's strong, hairy chest, lost in a tender kiss that tasted of jism, realized that he had come a long way in just two days, a very long way - and he knew for sure that he wanted to cum again... and again... and again... with his Dad... and with Bob... and Jeff... and Hank... He would figure something out to make this last... he would...
Slowly drifting into sleep he saw himself once again drifting on a sea of white cum. But his time he was not alone: he saw seven men around him and at his side, his Dad, Bob and all the other guys, too, their bodies slowly, gently rocking on the inert liquid. He felt his dick swell and rise and, looking around him, saw that all the men had rockhard dicks again, too. He smiled to himself and then fell asleep in his Dad's tight embrace.
THE END
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