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The next morning, being Saturday, we had no intent of doing anything related school. For the better part of the day we went hiking through a local wooded area. Since it was warm we opted on going shirtless.
Along the way we found a clearing where someone was excavating, probably in the process of building a house. After examining the clearing we decided to rest and get some sun. I removed my shorts, telling Roger I was attempting to avoid tan lines. In truth, I wanted any opportunity to be naked with him. Fortunately he followed suit.
As we were lying there basking in the heat of the sun, Roger, now knowing more about my father, asked if we did anything more.
I told him that we hadn't done anything nearly as passionate. There were other encounters, like the time I purposely walked in on him when he was stroking. I stood there watching him for several minutes before taking his cock in hand and assisting him.
Roger wanted to know how it felt. I explained how it was like hot steel in my hand. The fur was, of course, soft and thick.
"No, how did it feel? I mean, how did it feel emotionally?" he asked.
I thought for a minute trying to gather the right words. "With his cock in my hand, I never felt closer to him," I explained.
We sat there silently thinking. My dick was hard and, looking over, I could see his was too. "Yeah, I get it." He said, "I, too, feel a bit closer to someone in that moment."
Our eyes locked together, as I bravely reminded him of our moments. "I have been with you in a quite a few of those moments."
He grinned and agreed. "Fuck, I don't think anyone can get me off as well as you." His face blushed red.
"I'm glad we became friends."
He reached over and touched my dick, very gently. He states the obvious, "Fuck, it is big." My response was a simple smile. He continued, "It's so hard!"
I wrapped my fingers around his dick and we played with each other, teasing the erections. We each carefully examining the wonders of the other's cock. We stroked each other for several minutes before a truck pulled up. The construction men could see our nakedness before we dashed off, running through the woods nude with our dicks still hard.
By the time we stopped running, our dicks got soft and we were able to dress. I suggested we go inside and play video games and try forgetting about being overly exposed. He agreed; after all, he explained gingers can burn all too easily.
My father must have been on his mind, since he occasionally asked questions. Is he as big as you? Did you kiss? Was there a lot of cum? He just kept asking more questions.
For dinner, we sat around the living room eating pizza with my dad.
He asked what we wanted to do for fun that evening. "Do you want to go to the movies? We could rent one?"
Roger said, "We could play a game."
My dad said we already played with the video games for several hours. "Don't you want to do something else?"
"No, I meant like we could play cards," Roger countered.
"Cards?!" My dad questioned. "You want to play cards?"
"Sure, I like to play," Roger stated.
"Well, what kind of card game do you know how to play?" my father asked as he flipped through a deck of cards that he always kept handy. There was nothing my father loved more than a good bet.
"Since it's just us guys, let's be daring and creative." I didn't know what Roger was up to but I knew he was up to something.
"Hhhmmm," my father said. "What would that entail?"
Roger smirked at me. "How about we make it a betting game, something quirky. Let's play strip poker."
"Oh come on now. We can't do that."
"If you win, we'll wash your car and whatever else you want." Roger explained, "You know, the losers become the slaves to the winner." My mind raced with all the possibilities I could do to them.
"I don't know. We probably shouldn't," my dad said.
Roger taunted him. "You just know you can't win. You're chicken."
"I am not chicken. We just shouldn't."
"Oh, whatever. You're chicken. You're afraid of showing some skin."
"No."
"Then you might be afraid that your son has a bigger dick."
"Oh, alright let's play. My car is going to be cleaned inside and out," my father grumbled.
We gathered around the coffee table, continuing to jeer each other. With the end of the first hand, Roger won and he demanded the removal of our shirts. Though my dad protested, as he was trying to simply remove a sock, he soon was sitting there with his furry chest in full view. The glossy black hair thickly covered his stomach and chest, unlike mine which was still bare.
With the next hand, I won, despite not knowing how to play. With a smirk, I told them to remove their pants. Both had lean hairy legs. Roger's legs were covered in light blond hair; my father legs were very hairy, almost shaggy.
In the following hand, Roger won again. I lost my pants and my father took off his socks.
My father won the next round. I removed my socks, while Roger pulled off his shirt. My father and I were sitting there in just underwear, while Roger had his socks also. He also won the next hand, which left me bare, once I dropped my briefs. Roger peeled off his socks, leaving them evenly matched. Both had their briefs. I had lost and awaited to see who would win. I wondered what they would have in store for me.
The last hand was intense as each methodically plotted the next move. Perhaps in an attempt to throw him off guard, my dad, looking Roger directly in the eye, said, "I saw you being fucked last night." We were silent but he continued, "Yeah, I peeked in after you guys and James' dick was well up your ass." Roger, though surprised, simply smiled. "You looked like you enjoyed his dick up your ass."
Roger adjusted his bulge in his briefs. He looked at me for second before glaring back at my father. "Well, I understand you took that same dick long before me. And I heard you thoroughly liked it." They stared each other down fiercely.
Then my father gaze shifted to me. "Roger, I think we have some things in common. I think we can make some repayments." I was rather alarmed as they seemingly were plotting together. But what could they possibly have in mind?
"Hey, it isn't like you didn't like it," I protested.
Roger winked at my dad. "I am sure he'll like it." Then they both snickered. I felt uneasy.
Together they laid their hands downs. Roger's moan let me know who won. My dad sat triumphantly on the sofa with the bulge of his dick clearly visible. Roger slid his briefs off, revealing his hard dick. He knelt before the sofa. "You won," he said, "what is your bidding?"
"At least someone knows how to give me some respect," my father taunted me. He squeezed his bulge and said, "It has always been about this. You want it. You could never get enough of it, always trying to sneak a peek or feel it. Isn't that right?" Not wanting to admit it, I remained silent. He gave a quick slap across the face. "I said isn't that right?"
"Yes," I begrudgingly said.
He slapped me again. "Keep your eyes right here." He pointed to his face. "Isn't that right, what?" he pursued.
"Yes, sir," I muttered.
He further pursued his question. "Tell me what you always wanted."
My gaze his still fixed on his face. "I always wanted to play with your cock, sir."
"There, admitting that wasn't all that difficult was it?" he asked.
"No, sir" I said.
His hands explored my body, touching my legs, sides, chest, and face. When my eyes followed his roaming hands, he would slap me, telling me not to break my attention to his face. It was a sharp slap but not overtly painful. His brown eyes looked over my nudity completely. Despite my desire to watch his hands, I learned to keep my gaze at his face, especially upon the rough stubble that covered his jaw, which made his face look dark. When his hands got my crotch, he told me to spread my legs further apart.
He rolled each nut between his fingers before tugging on the whole sack. My eyes tried to slip downward but again a hand slapped my jaw.
"I told you to keep looking right here," he said as he pointed toward his face. I could feel fingers brushing through my thick pubes before he started caressing my dick, which quickly grew hard with his touch. He gripped the hard shaft firmly and asked, "Do you like this cock, boy?"
"Yes," I answered.
He gripped my nuts tightly, almost painfully. "Yes what?" he questioned.
"Yes, Sir, I like my cock."
My nuts were still in his vise like grip. He watched to ensure my gaze did not stray. "You like this dick. Tell me, what dick do you love?"
Looking him right in the eye, I slowly muttered, "I love your dick, Sir."
"You should. It is a superior cock, isn't it?"
My hard cock tingled under his gentle caress. "Yes, Sir."
"Yes sir what?" he asked gripping my tender nuts securely.
"Sir, I think your cock is superior."
He agree. "Yes, it is. Tell me why you think it is superior to this cock of yours."
"Sir, your cock is bigger and beautiful." I blushed in embarrassment, admitting my desire.
"Any other reason?" he asked?
I hesitated, too ashamed to admit it.
He repeated his question. "Any other reason?"
"Because you are uncut, Sir."
He smirked while stroking my hard cock ever so gently. "Do you know why you were cut, boy?"
I had pondered the reasons for losing my foreskin but never knew the reason. "No, Sir?" I slowly muttered.
"I had it removed to ensure my cock would always be superior." he said assuredly. I looked away in bafflement, until he slapped my face again. My face ached with the sharp pain. "I told you to keep your eyes on me." He continued earnestly, "It worked didn't it?"
"Yes, Sir, it is superior." I admitted. I loved my fathers cock.
"How does that make you feel, boy?"
I felt powerless. "I feel inferior, Sir."
"I tried letting you admire it but you tried getting dominant, didn't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
He asked, "Can one truly ever be dominant to a superior cock?"
"No, Sir."
"I suppose you are fantasizing and hoping to worship it. Aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir." It felt surreal admitting it.
"Yes sir what?" he dryly said.
"I want nothing more than to play with it," I said as his eyes burned straight into my soul.
Pulling the hair on the top of my head he pushed me down next to Roger. He gripped his hard bulge. "You will have to earn the right to worship this beautiful beast. You can start with one of these." He rested his feet on the coffee table. His toes wiggled, cluing me further to his demand. I hesitated. "Go on! Lick that foot."
My hands moved over his large foot and my face moved slowly to the sole. The primal odor enveloped my senses. I first kissed, then licked my father's foot. Prompting Roger, he yelled out, "There is one for you, too." Soon we were both giving love to his feet, licking, kissing, and sucking. While we offered our oral talents to his husky feet, he reached his hand under the waist band of his briefs and started stroking his big beautiful cock. He leaned back, enjoying the sensations. I could see a wet spot form from the end of large bulge. I wanted to smell it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to worship that cock. Instead, I slurped on each toe.
After nearly an hour of praising his masculine feet, he pulled me up and onto the sofa. Lying his body over mine, he pushed my legs up. My knees rested on my chest with the ass vulnerably exposed. "Look right here," he said again, pointing at his rugged face. "I want you to see nothing but my face while I fuck you. I want to see your expressions not just while your getting fucked, and you are about to get fucked, but see those expressions while I pop your cherry."
I lied there motionless, staring into his eyes. "This is what you want isn't it, boy?" he asked.
"Yes, Daddy."
He pulled his cock through the fly of his briefs and had Roger apply lube to it and my hole. Reality set in when the cold lube was dabbled through my crack. I wasn't just going to get fucked; I was going to get fucked by my father.
I could feel his hard cock rubbing his cock into my crack, occasionally pressing it against my hole. "Tell me you want it."
I looked deeply into his eyes. I was scared and vulnerable. But I wanted to fulfill his desires more. "I want it, Daddy."
"What do you want, boy?" he asked sternly.
"I want to please your cock, Daddy."
His cock pressed against my hole firmly. My eyes opened wide as slowly pushed its way inside. He held my hands down above my head. Despite my reactions to the sudden sharp pain, his dick kept sliding inward until his pelvis hit my hole. His dick was fully inside me. I could feel it churning my depths. His dick was in command, dominating me and reigning completely. His face shined in total ecstasy. He pounded into me, fast and hard. My insides tingled in delight. I was powerless.
His breaths were deep and powerful, panting for oxygen. My hole surrendered to his rhythmic bombardment. Drops of sweat rained down from his heated body. "You love my dick, boy?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," I responded.
He held his dick fully inside. He got serious. "Yes I do what?" he asked.
Still looking him deep in his dark eyes, I said, "I love your dick."
"You love my dick what?" he forced.
"I love your dick, Sir." He smiled in satisfaction. He moved an armpit above my face, then told me to lick it.
I smelled the musky pit before obeying, licking the furry pit. When one was fully cleansed, he pushed the second over my face.
With the second cleaned, he looked down upon me and said, "I'm waiting, boy."
I was confused. "Awaiting what, Sir?"
He looked down sternly. "My great cock is fucking you. It took your ass's virginity. You got to lick my feet and pits, yet you offer no thanks. You have no appreciation."
"I am sorry, Sir. Thank you for letting me lick your feet and pits. Thank you for fucking me and being the first, Sir." Though he didn't respond, his deep trusts signaled his satisfaction.
Roger was quick to obey, when told to kneel above me. My dad compliment Roger, saying his dick was nice. Roger reciprocated the compliments, saying my dad cock and chest were stunning. Roger's fingers ran through the hair on my dad's chest. "You're quite masculine, Sir," Roger said.
My dad, while still fucking me, guided Roger downward until his balls were in my mouth. While I savored the flavor of those balls, Roger stroked his own cock.
My father asked, "You enjoy the taste of those balls, boy?"
It was hard to articulate with two balls filling my mouth. My response was a muffled Yes.
"Did you thank Roger for letting you suck his fine balls?"
I tried to thank him but the words were mostly muffled. Roger tugged at my own sack. "I'll give you something to appreciate," Roger said, as he adjusted his position. His ass was right above my mouth. Roger tugged my balls further telling me to kiss his ass.
My lips cautiously puckered and briefly made contact with his hole. "Come on, you can do better than that. Give it a long French kiss." My tongue swept over and around the hole. Roger sighed in sheer delight. "Fuck, that feels good. Keep doing it." There I was being fucked by my own father while rimming my best friend.
"Don't you think it is fitting that he licks my ass too," he asked. Roger agreed and soon my father's very hairy crack enveloped my face. His ass was different. It wasn't just the hair. Licking your father's ass is primal and raw.
My ass had little time to rest, as Roger quickly forced his own cock deep inside.
"You like his cock, boy" my father asked.
I stopped licking long enough to say, "Yes, Sir."
"Fuck him hard," my father instructed Roger.
Roger needed little encouragement as he thrust like a pneumatic drill, fierce and full. I couldn't see his enjoyment, as my face was lodged in my father's ass crack, licking his hole obediently.
Eventually, my father grabbed my head with a fist full of hair, pulling me up and over Roger. "Go on, ride his cock," he instructed.
Roger, now lying on his back, held up his dick, waiting for me to lower myself upon it. He smirked as I descended, bringing my ass to his dick. My hole touched the tip of cock, kissing it. His hip arched up quickly, rapidly forcing the entirety inside. I rode this pretty dick as if I were bucking a bronco.
Roger pulled me near and I gently kissed his sturdy neck. He rubbed my back then locked me in place, as I felt another dick pat my ass. It was my father who was trying to enter my occupied hole. Roger moaned then whispered into my ear, "I always wanted to know how it would feel to share a hole with another dick." My father pressed firmly and fulfilled Roger's dream, as his dick slide next to Rogers widening my hole beyond belief. "Fuck, yes!" Roger exclaimed.
My father remained silent, simply content with fucking and slapping my ass. I was prodded, worn, and stretched. Completely worn out, I bellowed like a wild beast.
Roger's body tensed as he cam. His dick deeply buried, spewed his seed into me. My father also cumming sent some spunk to mingle with Roger's. The rest was shot upon Roger's nuts, which I was then told to lick up.
I could smell the heady fragrance of my father's semen on Roger's glazed nuts. I first licked then slurped the semen, savoring the flavor. This seed, that created me, tasted wonderfully rich. I couldn't get enough.
They both sat on the sofa cuddling, leaving me on the floor. My father told me to stroke my dick off while they watched. I spread my legs wide, showing them my ass that was wet with dribbling cum. It didn't take long before I was shooting several wades of cum across my chest.
Exhausted and completely spent, I collapsed upon the floor. Roger thanked my dad for a wickedly fun evening.
My father appreciated the thanks but ridiculed me. "See how much we did for him and he still isn't appreciative," he said to Roger. "He is insatiable and thankless." He asked Roger if he wanted to continue the fun in his bedroom or bunk with me.
Roger, now stroking my dad's hairy chest, said, "I would love that, thanks. Let's go!"
They left me still lying on the living room floor.