Caution: This story contains explicit language and descriptions of sex acts between older and younger men and between fathers and sons. If such stories offend you or if they are illegal where you live, don't proceed any further. Otherwise enjoy.
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MUSTANG
By
Jack Edwards
As the 747 started it ascent, Clint Towers stared out the window oblivious of his surroundings. The trip from San Francisco to Boise only took a little over an hour.
"Too soon," Clint thought. "I have sex for the first time and then leave twenty four hours later; I fly off to a place where men don't look at each other with any type interest except as hunting or fishing companion."
Clint pulled the cover over the window, closed his eyes, and pushed his seat back as far as he dared. Recollections of the past week came to him.
Yesterday, Friday, Clint's older brother, Will, decided to have a party at the Towers' home. Marshall Towers, the boys' father, took frequent trips out of town. Since his wife passed away the previous year Marshall found it difficult to stay home. While he was away, Marshall left his older son in charge. Upon his father's departure, Will called his group of friends.
"It's party time," Will announced in the same seductive voice with each call he made. "Friday, same time, same place."
Each time Clint grinned at his brother.
"More head and hump at the Towers' residence," Clint said with a smirk.
"Yep, all you get to do is watch little brother," Will said. "You're lucky I let you do that."
Will made his last call. Clint looked at his brother.
"I'll be eighteen, the day after your party." Clint said. "I'll be totally passive."
"Letter of the law," Will said.
During the party Clint tired of watching.
"Same old story," Clint thought as he ran his hand over his crotch. "Every one gets laid and I get to jack off."
Clint had to hand it to his brother. He watched as Will chose two guests, deftly undid buttons and belts and had his friends standing bare assed in a matter of moments. He fell to his knees between the two and plied tongue to cocks and balls as he undressed himself.
Meanwhile, Will's best friend, Sam, slid out of his clothes in a few seconds; he grabbed one of the naked guests by the shoulders, kissed him
and pulled him to floor. The two men lay in a tangle of arms and legs. At last the guest lay still as Sam began sticking his cock into the guy.
"Fuck me." Clint learned to read lips in the half darkness of the orgy. The request for Sam to stick his cock up another guys occurred frequently. Sam had butt fucking down to a fine art. Raising his partner's legs, eased the guy's knees around his ears, found the guy's asshole with little trouble and gently eased his six inches in. Never once had Clint seen one of Sam's sex partners wince.
Clint watched the party. Naked guys sucked, fucked and moaned as stiff cock pushed and pulled in and out of young mouths and assholes.
"Shouldn't you be down there enjoying the party?" The familiar voice started Clint. He stood cock in hand and turned.
Clint stood staring up into his father's eyes. A knowing look crossed Marshall's face has he glanced down at his son's hand on his cock. Sure there would be hell to pay, Clint reddened and tried to stuff his cock back into his pants.
Marshall repeated is question. "Shouldn't you be down there enjoying the party?'
Clint found his voice. "Will told me to stay up here. He says I'm not old enough."
"Almost eighteen and not old enough to play with the big guys?" Marshall questioned. "Not so."
Marshall looked down at the twisting, squirming mass of manhood below him. In a dark corner he noticed a lone person sat stroking his cock. Marshall caught the man's attention and motioned him upstairs. Clint sat as the man climbed the stairs his cock hard against his belly.
"No one should have to be down there alone," Marshall said as the naked man climbed the stairs.
"Just catching my breath," the man said.
"What's your name?" Marshall asked.
"Evan."
"Well, Evan," Marshall began. "My son here needs some help."
Marshall turned to his son sitting on the stairs. His hands hiding the cock he couldn't get back in his pants.
"Would you please help him undress?"
Evan smiled at Marshall and turned his attention to Clint.
"Glad to," Evan said reaching down and removing the shoes and sock from Clint's feet.
Evan unzipped the blue jeans and tugged at the legs. Clint had to lay back; he had no choice. The jeans finally slipped off and the bright red boxer shorts followed.
"Now for the shirt," Evan said. "Sit up a minute."
Clint sat up as Evan pulled at blue tank top. Marshall fixed his eyes on his son sitting naked before him with his arms across is chest and his legs pressed together. Smiling the older man turned to Evan.
"Stretch out here at the top of the stairs," Marshall said.
Clint lay back dropping his arms to his side. The tone in his father's voice was quiet and even. One thing Clint could never do was disobey his father.
"Good looking kid, right?" Marshall asked.
"I wouldn't kick him out of bed," Evan replied.
"He's a virgin," Marshall said. "Would you like to be the first man to suck his cock?"
Evan's face registered surprise. This was the first time such a request was made of him, especially from a young man's father.
"I'd be glad to, Sir," Evan said accepting the invitation.
Evan knelt on the first step and raised Clint's naked legs over his shoulders. The eager man took the hard rod in his mouth and began to suck rapidly.
"Slow down," Marshall said. "It's his first time. Let him enjoy it."
Clint felt the tingle in his balls almost immediately. His father stretched out beside him, and placed a big hand against the young chest. Tingles of electricity pulsed from his nipples to his crotch.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Marshall whispered.
"Oh yeah," Clint replied. "Really good."
"It's going to get better any minute," Marshall said.
Clint began to squirm as his father pressed his mouth against the young nipples. The mounds of flesh grew harder in Marshall's mouth. Clint felt the increasing tingle of his heavy load make its way slowly from his balls into his cock. He recognized the sensation from the times he jacked off, but this time it felt as if his balls were about to burst as the feeling grew stronger.
"Hey, Evan, I'm gonna shoot." Clint moaned
Evan continued his even stroke.
"I'm not kiddin'" Clint said softly
"Let his go in his mouth," Marshall said.
Immediately Marshall placed his mouth over his son's mouth. Clint moaned as he felt his fathers tongue in his mouth; Evan took the full length of Clint's hardon into his mouth as his cum shot down Evan's throat. The teenager pulled his father closer to him. Marshall felt the young boy's hands clasp as his back. Clint pulled hard on his father's shirt. The heavy material of the shirt ripped from bottom to top.
"Ok," Clint said just a decibel below a scream.
Evan worked his mouth up and down with no change in speed. Clint wanted to get his cock out of the eager mouth. It felt as if the inside of his balls were being sucked out. Clint pulled his mouth free from his father.
"Let me go," Clint pleaded.
"Get every last drop, Evan," Marshall said evenly.
Finally Marshall let the limp cock slip from his mouth.
"Was that good, Evan?"
"Yeah, nice big load, and it tastes so sweet." Evan answered.
"You deserve something in return," Marshall said. "Come over here."
Clint propped his head in his hand as he watched Evan stand before Marshall. A feeling of shocked surprise shot through Clint as he watched is father take the hard five inches into his mouth. Seconds later Evan thrust his solid five inches into Marshall's mouth and removed it almost instantly.
"Thanks," Evan said as he turned and walked downstairs.
Clint lay back looking up at the ceiling. His dad pulled Clint close and whispered. "Did you feel your cherry pop?"
"Sure did, but it wasn't as good as I hoped it would be," Clint said.
Marshall raised his eyebrows. "Man, it looked like Evan did a great job."
"I'm not saying I didn't like it or that it didn't feel good," Clint said.
"What do you mean?" Marshall asked.
"I just wish someone I loved had been first," Clint said. He stared at his dad.
Marshall fell silent and rose to his feet. He finished pulling his shirt off.
"Come on," Marshall said offering his hand to Clint."
Clint stood as his dad handed the teenager the stack clothes Evan had tossed aside. He placed his arm around the teenage shoulders.
"Let's get you some family loving," Marshall said.