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The Bad Nude Bears II by Danny Ocean
Bob Whitehead had gotten up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He was always sure to make as little noise as possible not to bother his wife and son. And he never turned on any lights. On his way back to his bedroom he heard sounds coming from Toby's room. The door was open a crack and Bob inched closer to listen. "Ohhhh, yeah. That feels so good," Toby murmured. Bob could hear the rough sound of flesh rubbing on flesh and the shifting of sheets. Good Heavens, he thought, my son's in there masturbating. I wonder who taught him to do that? Rub..rub...rub..."Ohhh, I love how you suck my cock." Rub...rub...rub.
"Oh, yeah. I'm gonna shoot my cum in your mouth." Rub...rub...rub. Bob realized his own cock was erect and throbbing. He had to struggle to breathe. Rub...rub...rub..."Oh, I'm cumming, Mr. Buttermaker. Swallow all my cum." BUTTERMAKER!!!!, he thought. How can this be possible? Why, he's old enough to be Tody's grandfather. I never did like that guy from the start. Lazy, alcoholic slob, pool cleaner, inferior boys baseball coach.
And now, a debaucher of youth. I'll investigate this to the fullest and when I'm done... Bob strained his ears to hear in the sudden silence. All was quiet for a few seconds. And then, "Now it's your turn, coach. I'll make you feel real good." Bob could stand no more and went lurching in the dark back to his bedroom. He slept no more that night.
So it's true, Bob Whitehead said to himself as he secretly watched Coach Morris Buttermaker, Tanner Boyle, and his own son Toby walk to the equipment shed after the dismissal of the other players. Bob had watched the complete baseball practice through binoculars at a long distance. He didn't want his son to even recognize the family car. His decided to wait ten minutes. Why? To give them time to strip? he asked himself with a silly grin. His mouth went dry as he quickly sprinted across the playing field. When he got to the building, he ducked below the windows. He swallowed hard before lifting his head slowly to look through the glass. His heart sank. There they were. The three of them. Completely naked.
Buttermaker was standing. Tanner was on his knees sucking the coach's cock. And his son Toby was kneeling behind Buttermaker with his face buried in his hairy ass. Bob Whitehead didn't know what to do. He was never faced with this shocking view before. He just gazed, bug-eyed at the show before him. Buttermaker's mouth was constantly open and his eyes were squinted. He shouted out his pleasure repeatedly. Suddenly he grabbed Tanner by his head and humped desperately, screaming out a sustained wail as he ejaculated. When he was done, he fell to the floor exhausted. Tanner let the coach's jizz fall from his mouth. There was so much cum, it looked like he was vomiting milk. Toby stood up and started laughing.
"My turn!!!" he announced. Bob's head dipped below the window. He had to catch his breath. On shaky legs, he duck walked slowly over to the front door. He quietly turned the knob and entered. The three sex partners hadn't noticed the intruder. They were now engaged in the same sex act. Toby, standing, plugged his penis into Buttermakers mouth who sat on the floor. And Tanner had his tongue up Toby's ass. Very democratic, thought Bob. Two members concentrate on the third's pleasure before switching positions. Bob could stand it no longer. "TOBY!!!!" he screamed. All three participants were on their feet in seconds. "Dad." Toby quickly scanned the room to make sure no one else had come in. "Holy shit," was all Tanner could say. Buttermaker stammered, "Now, now Mr. Whitehead. Please don't get upset.
I know this looks bad--" "BAD? This is horrible. Debauching the morals of two minors is a serious crime!!!" "You're absolutely right, sir," said Buttermaker. "But may I say--" Toby chimed in, "Yeah, but who's debauching who?" "What's that supposed to mean?" asked Bob. "Mr. Whitehead," began Tanner with a sweet smile. "He's our sex slave." "WHAT!!?!!" "It's true dad. It was all our idea," said Toby. "Tanner and I were sucking each other's dicks when Mr. Buttermaker walked in. We forced him into it." Bob took a deep breath. "I'm sure the law would not see it that way." Toby walked over to his father. "Please, dad, don't take Mr. Buttermaker away. We love having sex with him. And we're not hurting anyone." Tanner ran over to Bob. "Yeah, Mr. Whitehead. I love sucking cock. Why don't you strip and join us? I'll blow you real good." Toby smiled. "C'mon, dad. You know you want to. I know you were listening outside my bedroom door those nights I jerked off." Bob was still sweating, but breathing regular now. He'd calmed down. "Hey, Tanner." Toby said. Tanner walked over to Toby who whispered something into his ear. Tanner smiled. He then walked over Bob Whitehead and casually grabbed his crotch. "You're right, Toby. He's really hard," Tanner said giggling. "Really, Dad," said Toby. "If you just take all your clothes off, we'll do anything you want." Bob Whitehead slowly undid his necktie making the boys smile. When he was down to his tighty whitys, he said, "Buttermaker, I want you out of here. Just leave. I won't press charges. I want to be alone with the boys." "Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," said Buttermaker as he dressed in record time. He left, slamming the door leaving Bob alone with Toby and Tanner. The boys took Bob's underwear off and led him over to sit in an armless office chair. They then knelt in front of him and spread his legs as wide as they could. Bob Whitehead looked down at the two lovely blonde boys staring and smiling at his painfully erect cock. He groaned out loud when Tanner began licking his balls and Toby twirled his tongue round and round his cock head. "Dad, you should be grateful to Mr. Buttermaker." "Why is that, son?" "Because," Toby began. "He taught me everything I know about sucking cock. I didn't like it at first, but now I'm a real cum freak. I love the taste of it. I can't get enough of the stuff," he said between licks and slurps. "For instance, he taught me how to do this." Toby took a deep breath and totally wolfed down Bob's entire dick. It slid very comfortably into his throat. His lips met Bob's balls. "Ohhhhhhhh, TOBY!!!!" screamed his father. He was going crazy at the montrous sucking sensations from his own son. Toby was so turned on that he began masturbating while sucking his daddy's dick. He wanted to cum with his father. Suddenly he popped the cock out of his mouth. "Tanner," he said breathlessly. "Suck his balls, hard and fast. I can't wait to taste my daddy's cum." Tanner obeyed, sucking one ball and then the other, then both at the same time. Bob's orgasm snuck up on him without warning. "TOBY, I'M CUMMING!!!! Toby maintained a sustained strong suction as the ropes of jism exploded into his mouth. He swallowed frantically while he himself shot a load of cum on the floor. It was a major turning point in his life: sex with his father. Bob wailed behind clenched teeth. Tanner could feel Bob's scrotum deflate in his mouth, making him giggle. When it was all over Toby let his father's cock slip from his wet mouth.
He sat back on his heels, groaning with his eyelids fluttering from his own intense orgasm. "Oh, daddy. I never thought it could be this good.
Having your cum shooting in my mouth like that." Bob wrenched himself out of his chair and pulled Toby off the floor. He embraced his son with a loving hug. They kissed passionately with wrestling tongues. Bob could taste his own cum in his son's mouth. He reached around and squeezed Toby's ass which made them both moan. "Hey," squeaked Tanner. "I hate to break up this family reunion, but I'm the only one that hasn't cum yet." The two Whiteheads descended upon the little blonde tyke, servicing him with their mouths and tongues until he fell as limp as a rag doll. Tanner ended up on the floor, utterly exhausted. His eyes glazed over,
rolling his head from side to side. "Seven times........you made me cum seven times." Soon they all dressed and left the building. The sun was setting as they walked to the car. "Dad?" asked Toby. "Yes, son?" "Do you think that maybe soon you could put your cock into my asshole?
That's the only thing I haven't tried yet." Bob put his arm around his son's shoulder. "How can a father deny anything from a son as good as you?"