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Getting to know dad

I had just graduated from high school and I was about ready to head off to junior college when it happened. My mother came home from work early one evening (she worked the night shift and was not supposed to be home before 3 am), and there I was kneeling between my stepfather's legs sucking away on his dick.

Needless to say, my mum went ballistic. She started screaming and ran out of the house and jumped in her car and sped away.

I started to get up and my step-dad said, "Where do you think you're going? You're not done here yet. Get back down there and finish sucking me off."

"Don't you want to follow mum and see where she's going," I asked.

"Hell," he replied, "I know where she's going and I'll give her a chance to cool off before I go after her. Now get that cock in your mouth and get sucking."

Well, he did go after her when I finished sucking him off. He'd really gotten into that since he caught me sucking off one of my friends two weeks before. I'd had to suck him at least twice a day ever since, so he wouldn't tell my mother.

Typical of this asshole, when he did go to my mum he told her that he'd been asleep on the sofa and that I'd sneaked up and pulled his dick out and started sucking it and he'd been as surprised as she was when she woke him up with her screaming.

Believe it or not, she trusted his version of the story. I never got a chance to tell mine, because when she came back the next day, she stormed into my room, started throwing my clothes out of the closet and emptying my drawers.

"Get the fuck out of my house, you fucking faggot! How dare you take advantage of Gary (the step-dad). I want you out of here today; I never want to see your perverted face again!"

"But mum," I cried, "I . . . "

"Just pack your things. I'm going to send you to your father back east. Maybe he can make a man out of you!"

Great, I was going back to live with a man I hardly knew. My parents' divorce had been so vicious that my real dad had had almost no visitation rights. I'd seen him only about three times since I was nine. The last time had been four years ago, and it hadn't been very pleasant. He'd seemed annoyed that he had to put up with me and since he was a fireman, he didn't have a lot of time to spend with me.

Next thing I knew, I was in the car with Gary, my step-dad, on my way to the bus station. Mum wouldn't even drive me there.

Gary reached over and squeezed my knee. "Think we have enough time for you to suck me off before you get on that bus?" he asked.

"Not likely, you dick!" I shouted. If it wasn't for your lies, I wouldn't be leaving. You're the perv here, not me!"

"Fuck it then," he muttered. "I'll be glad to be rid of you if the truth be known. You've always been a pain in the ass."

"Except when I was deep-throating your dick eh!" I retorted.

Gary dropped me off at the bus station and roared away--so much for the last nine years of life with my mother and step-dad. Oh well...

I wasn't looking forward to four days on a bus, but it turned out all right. I sucked off three stoners who were sitting in the back of the bus, let an old guy suck me off a couple of times and got fucked by the bus driver three times in the bus washroom on breaks. So, all in all, the trip was enjoyable.

When I got to my destination and walked through the exit doors , there stood my dad, looking like a thundercloud. God was he hot. For 38 he looked amazingly good. He was about 6' tall, very broad shoulders, tightly muscled, with black hair and eyes. He was movie star good looking and I'm not just saying that because I'm his son. Women and men got all melty when they got around him. He just oozed sex.

That day, he was in a polo shirt that showed off his great physique and a pair of jeans that showed off what looked like an awesome package. I walked up to Dad and reached out to shake his hand and he grabbed me and hugged me. I immediately sprang a woodie; this wasn't anybody I remembered.

"My god," he said. "You're a man now. I can't believe you're all grown up and so good looking. You look exactly like Brian. (Brian was my mother's brother.) He was about my height, 5'10" and 180 lbs., auburn hair and a tight muscular wrestler's build. I have to admit I wasn't as muscular or athletic as Brian but I did look a lot like him. I wondered why that meant so much to my dad.

Dad grabbed my bag and we headed for his car. On the way back, he said, "What in the hell did you do that set your mother off? She sounded like a wild woman on the phone."

"Dad," I replied, "I'd rather not discuss this right now. I just spent four days on a bus, I'm dirty and tired and hungry. "

"Well, he said, "I live in a one-bedroom apartment so it's gonna be tight quarters for the two of us but I think we can make it work. I have an old broken down sleeper sofa but maybe I can get an air mattress to make it more comfortable."

When we got inside his apartment, I dropped down on his bed and fell into a sound sleep. When I woke up four hours later, could smell something good cooking. I wandered into the kitchenette and there was my dad whipping up some spaghetti and meat sauce.

"Hope you got some rest, Scott. You were really beat."

"Yeah, I did," I muttered. "I think I'll get a shower before we eat if you don't mind. "

"Sounds like a good idea, son," dad said. "I'll get you some towels."

I went back in the bedroom and started stripping off my clothes. My dad came in with the towels about the time I was down to my boxers. He just stood there and looked at me. "You've got a nice body, kid. Do you work out?"

Work out, I thought. I don't think so. My work-outs were more of the sexual variety. "I was on the swim team, dad. That was my exercise."

"Well," he smiled as he handed me the towels, "it seems to have worked for you." He winked and went back to the kitchen as I stepped out of my boxers and headed for the shower. When I came out, naked and rubbing myself dry, my dad was standing there, watching again.

"Hey," he said apologetically, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I was just going to tell you where the shampoo is."

I laughed. "I found it, under the sink. Thanks anyway." He was checking me out. No doubt about it. This could get interesting. I scrambled into a pair of sweats and a T and went into the kitchen.

"Just in time," dad said, "spaghetti's on so let's eat."

We ate in silence because I was still pretty tired from the trip. After dinner, we both went and sat on the sofa and dad flipped on the TV. We watched a movie on HBO and then dad turned off the set and turned to me. "Okay, so what's up, Scott? Why did you mother go completely out of her mind and send you packing."

I didn't know what to say. Should I just tell him the truth and risk getting booted out of here too or make up some story that would get him off my back. I decided to see how much he knew. "Didn't Mum tell you what was going on?" I asked.

"She was talking a lot of shit, Scott, but she was hysterical and none of it made sense. That's why I want to hear from you."

"Okay dad, Iíll tell you, but let's have a beer first. I think you're going to need it."

"Fine with me," he said, "You're 18 now so you can drink." He got up and got a couple of cans from the fridge. He popped the tops and handed one to me and we just sat there swigging beer for a few minutes.

I decided that I would just tell the truth and let the chips fall where they would. "It's like this, dad. Mum caught me sucking Gary's cock."

Dad looked like he'd been pole axed. "What did you say, Scott? I donít' think I heard you right."

"I said Mum caught me sucking Gary's cock. She went ballistic and threw me out."

"There's got to be more to it than that," Dad said. "Maybe I'd better get us another beer before you fill in all the missing details."

After we were settled, side-by-side on the sofa, sipping another brew, I started telling him the whole sordid tale. I told him that I'd been messing around with friends for several years, and that I'd sucked a whole lot of cock. Then, I explained how he caught me deep-throating my friend, Doug, and how he had blackmailed me into sucking him off whenever he wanted. I went into graphic detail and the details became more graphic as I noticed that the sizeable bulge in his jeans was getting bigger as I told my tale of woe.

"I ought to go out there and cut Gary's dick and balls off and shove them down his throat!" dad muttered.

"There wouldn't be much to cut off," I laughed. Dad laughed too.

"It's okay dad, I love sucking cock. I love men's cocks and I always have. I love getting fucked by a big cock and I love fucking with my big cock." By this time, I was wondering how my dad was able to sit there with that enormous hard he obviously had. He was enjoying this, the fucker.

I teased him further by giving him graphic details about the cocks I'd sucked. Every story made him squirm even more. He especially enjoyed hearing about Gary's rather ordinary 6" cut cock. I had actually liked sucking it but I would never have admitted that to anyone. "Hell," I boasted, "I had a bigger dick than that when I was younger."

Dad and I laughed a lot at that. "So," dad said slowly, "I guess this means you're gay."

"Jeez, dad, are you slow or something? I've been describing the cocks I've sucked and how much I enjoyed sucking them. Am I gay? DUH!"

"Youíre a smartass, Scott, you know that?" dad replied. "I'm okay with your being gay. If that's what you are, that's what you are. "

"Too bad Mum didn't see it that way, dad."

"Knowing what I know about your mum," dad laughed, "I think her reaction was subdued. She's always been a nutcase. That's why we divorced. I couldn't take her craziness any more."

"I agree, dad, and that Garyís a total prick. Too bad he didn't have one!" We both laughed uproariously. I was beginning to feel a buzz from the beer. I slid a little closer to dad.

"So," dad asked, "is Gary the only older guy you've ever had sex with?"

"No," I replied. I told him about Coach Hopkins and my algebra teacher. "In fact, I like older guys better than I do guys my age." I slid a bit closer to dad.

"You know, Scott," dad said pensively, "you really are sort of a slut. You'd suck any dick that was put in front of you, wouldn't you?"

"No dad, that's unfair. I never suck anyone with less than two inches." We both laughed a lot of that and I leaned forward and let my hand brush his fly. God, he was hard as a rock. I moved in for the kill. "I like big men, men with black hair and eyes, with furry chests and big bulging crotches." I rubbed my hand across his crotch and squeezed his erection.

He pushed my hand away. "No, Scott. I'm your father. It wouldn't be right."

I leaned in and grabbed his face and kissed him hard. His mouth opened and we sucked tongue for several minutes. I reached down and squeezed his big hard dick through his jeans. "Your dick is telling a different tale," I smirked. "Come on, dad, you want me as much as I want you. I knew that the minute I saw you at the bus station."

"Oh god, Scott. I do want you. You're so much like Brian.

Hmmm, Brian again! There was a story there. But it would have to wait. "C'mon dad," I whispered as I rubbed his crotch. "I want you as much as you want me. Make love to me."

I pulled him up on his feet and we headed for the bedroom, pulling off clothes as we went. When he sat down on the bed I pulled off his shoes and socks and kissed his hot sexy feet. He moaned. Then I had him lie back and I unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans and jockeys off. I couldn't believe my eyes. He had this really enormous cock, at least 9 fat inches standing straight up in this awesome bush of thick black hair. It was uncut, like mine and the foreskin puckered over the head even in its engorged glory. I stepped out of my sweats and fell on top of him. God, he was so fuckiní hairy and beautiful.

Our hard dicks, my 7" and his 9" were rubbing between us as we kissed wildly. I was squeezing his nipples and he was squeezing my ass. We were like two wild me. "Oh god, Scott, this is so not right, and I want you so fucking much."

"It's right, dad, because you want it and I want it, so shut up and kiss me you fool!"

I pulled myself out of our lip lock and starting kissing dad all over stopping to lick and suck on his nipples as I made my way down to that perfect cock. When I reached it I took it in my hand and licked it all around like a lollipop. Then I stretched the foreskin open and pushed my tongue under it and ran it around and around the big head of his cock. He was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I pushed the foreskin back with my lips as I let his cock slide into my mouth. God it was so big my jaw was stretched to the limits. I could feel his hands on my head, pushing me farther down on his weapon of death.

"Oh yes, Scottie, such your daddy's big hard cock. I love what you're doing. Take it all!" I squeezed his egg sized balls gently as I let more of his cock slide into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and I swallowed hard and felt the head slide into my throat. "Oh god, Scott, " he moaned. "Nobody's ever deep-throated me before."

I continued to suck his cock in long deep strokes, all the way in and almost all the way out. He was moaning and twisting and I knew he wouldn't hold off for long. Then, suddenly, he pulled me off his cock and said, "It's my turn, baby boy. I want to taste that beautiful dick of yours."

With that he pulled me up on the bed and had me straddle his face and feed my cock into his mouth. He was a great cocksucker, and believe me, as one who knows, no amateur. Within seconds, I knew he was going to send me over the finish line if he kept up his excellent sucking so I leaned over and said, "Let's turn around and 69 each other."

Well, within seconds, I had his enormous fat uncut pole deep down my throat as he swallowed my fat 7 inches. We were both so worked up by the thought of being together that it only seemed like a minute when I felt his urethra swell up in preparation for blast-off. As I felt the first hot spurts of his delicious cum hit the back of my throat I let loose in his mouth. We were sucking each other's juice like two starving men. I had pulled back and was holding just the head of his cock in my mouth for the final shots because I wanted to savour his cum. It was very thick and ropy like mine and sort of sweet. It must be a family trait I guess.

We both continued to suck each other gently after we came. One of the many advantages to being uncut is that you can pull the skin back over the head when you cum and someone can continue to suck you if they're not too rough.

Neither of us got soft. We were so into each other that we both remained rock hard. Finally, dad pulled off my cock and turned around and took me in his arms. We shared the remnants of each other's cum as we kissed wildly.

Dad whispered in my ear, "God, Scott, you're a fucking wet dream. I want to fuck you, baby."

"Oh god, " I moaned. "I want you to fuck me so bad, daddy."

Dad rolled over to the side of the bed and reached in the nightstand drawer and pulled out some lube and rubbers. He pulled on a condom and then took some lube and rubbed it up into my hungry hole. Then he greased up his 9" monster and positioned it at my hole and rammed it all the way in , in one stroke. I screamed from the pain but as he began to fuck me the pain died and was replaced by sheer pleasure. The only guys who'd ever fucked me had 5" dicks but dad's monster was hitting places I didn't even know I had inside me. My cock was dripping cum with every stroke.

He fucked me very slowly for a long time. He knew how to rotate his cock inside my ass until I felt like I was having a continuous cum. We tried every position he could think of. We did me on my side to start and then he turned me over on my face and fucked me hard that way. Then he picked me up and sat me on the dresser, held my legs in the air and fucked me so deep and hard that all I could do was beg: "Fuck me dad, fuck me please, fuck me."

"Oh yeah," dad groaned as he pounded his enormous tool into me, "you love my huge cock, don't you, you slut. You're a regular cock pig aren't you Scottie?"

"Oh yes, I moaned, "I'm your cock pig daddy. I've never been fucked like this before. Fuck me pleeeeease!"

He took me over to the bed and had me get on all fours. Then he fucked me mercilessly, doggy-style as he came closer to cumming. I was having one continuous cum from his deep fucking.

"Oh god, bitch, " dad screamed, "I'm gonna cum soon."

With that, he pulled out of me suddenly, flipped me over, threw my legs up on his shoulders and rammed his beautiful hard cock all the way back into me. He leaned forward and kissed me wildly as he pounded me harder and harder. I heard him moan and I could feel his cock swelling up inside me just before his cum filled my guts, like liquid fire. I thrust my ass up trying to get more of his dick inside me as he filled me up with his wonderful love juice.

When he was spent, he collapsed on top of me. He kissed me on the mouth and said, "Damn, I have never in my life had a fuck like that. I'm sure glad your mum wanted to get rid of you. You may be a cock pig but you've got a future with me."

Considering the fact that his cock was still hard in my abused ass, I knew he was right. That night, he fucked me three more times and when we woke up in the morning he fucked me again and later we 69ed to another awesome climax.

As he walked out the door to go to the firehouse, he smiled and said, "Don't do anybody I wouldn't do. I'll be home about 7 and I want you greased up and ready. God, wait'll I tell the guys about you."

"Now what could he have meant by that?" I wondered.

Jim and jitnder

It was really quite a nice hotel. My doctor had advised me to take a couple of weeks off after a particularly stressful time at work, so I found myself here in the Lake District. It was out of season and there were only a few people staying at the hotel, mainly elderly ladies. There was really nobody who interested me, you see I like boys, teenage boys preferably - all legal and above board, of course!

There was one chap with whom I'd struck up a conversation, a Sikh chap by the name of Jitinder. He was around my age, 30, and he wore the characteristic Sikh turban and full beard and moustache. He dressed very smartly and I had only seen him fully dressed complete with shirt and tie. We shared a breakfast table, but little else.

One morning as we finished our cooked breakfast and turned our attention to the toast, he realized that there was no marmalade on the table. The rather surly young waiter was also absent so Jitinder went in search of some.

When he returned to the table he placed his hand on my shoulder in a friendly gesture as he passed me. Well, it was as though a bolt of electricity had passed through me, and it went straight to my cock. I couldn't believe it. He was so "not my type" that it was a total surprise that I could be so affected.

As he sat down I could tell that he had felt a similar sensation. We were staring into each other's eyes as we were making small talk and the toast and marmalade lay forgotten on the table.

"Perhaps we might spend some time together today" he suggested.

"Well", I replied "I had intended to take a rowing boat out on the lake today. Perhaps you'd like to join me and we could share the rowing. I hear it's going to be very warm so you might like to take off your tie."

We arranged to meet in an hour in reception.

When I got to my room I was still pretty hard and was still wondering why his touch had had such an effect on me. I sorted out what I was going to wear for the boating trip and stripped off ready to change. My cock was so hard and I thought that rather than waste the erection I'd do something about it. I lay on the bed and slowly pleasured myself, all the while thinking about Jitinder and the more I thought, the more I was intrigued as to what he looked like under that shirt and tie. I climaxed with a healthy offering of cum, which almost reached my chin, and then I dressed in baggy shorts and a tee shirt and sandals (definitely no underwear or socks).

When I got down to reception Jitinder was waiting for me and I was delighted to see that he was similarly dressed. The first thing I noticed was that his shorts were showing a very healthy bulge which seemed to move of its own accord as he watched me coming down the stairs. The second thing I noticed was the shock of jet black hair battling to escape the neck of his polo shirt. His legs were pretty much the same and I could hardly see his lovely dark skin through the forest.

We shook hands (strange, as we had never done so before, not even the first time we met) and my cock leapt once again at his touch. He smiled and his whole face lit up. I was absolutely certain that he knew exactly what I had in mind and I thought that he was looking forward to our day together as much as I was.

We passed several people on our way down to the boatyard and I was very conscious of the bulge in my shorts, where my cock was totally refusing to behave itself, but nobody seemed to notice.

Jitinder insisted that he take the first stint at rowing and I sat facing him in the bow of the boat. After a little while and a little inane chit-chat I became aware that if I lay back in the boat, I would be able to see up the loose leg of Jitinder's shorts.

Unable to resist the temptation I lay back and was rewarded with a glimpse of his cock through the forest of black hair. I also suddenly became aware that if I could see up his shorts, he could probably see up mine as the legs of my shorts were even looser than his.

I soon knew that I was right because as I watched his cock moving with the effort of rowing it suddenly began to grow as he saw mine doing the same.

Because of the way he was sitting it could not grow upwards so the head slowly stared creeping towards me down the leg of his shorts and eventually I was rewarded when it finally made an appearance in the open air. As I was lying down my own cock was able to expand upwards but there was no hiding the fact that I was as hard as iron and Jitinder's eyes were glued to my crotch.

Jitinder shipped oars and put a hand down as if to tuck himself away, but seemed to change his mind at the last minute and took his cock head in his hand and started to massage it. He knelt forwards and with his other hand he started rubbing my cock through my shorts, all the time staring into my eyes as if for approval.

I smiled and moaned as his hand moved over my covered cock and then he slipped his fingers up the leg of my shorts and for the first time I felt him touch my balls and then my cock.

Quite how I stopped myself from cumming I'll never know. The sensation as he touched me was earth-shattering, and my cock leapt in my shorts. A wet patch started to form and I could feel my hand getting moist where Jitinder's cock was doing the same.

The boat was drifting slowly towards the shore, but it was scrubland and unlikely that anyone would venture near the lake at that point. He moved his hands to my waistband and I raised my arse off the seat as he pulled my shorts to my ankles and then off completely. He stared at my seven inch cock and uttered one word -- `beautiful" and took it gently in his mouth. I lay back in absolute ecstasy as he pulled my foreskin right back and licked around the head, then took my balls one by one into his mouth before taking in my whole seven inches and burying his nose in my pubic hair.

His hands were running all over my legs and eventually slipped underneath me and squeezed the cheeks of my arse. The wooden seat of the boat was hard so I slipped forward until the small of my back was resting on the seat and he had full access to by buns and my crack, and all the while his tongue was working wonders with my cock, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to last too much longer, a feeling that was confirmed as I felt his fingers enter my crack and start massaging around the entrance to my tunnel of love.

As far as I was concerned at that moment,we could have been surrounded by a flotilla of Yachts full of pectators, waving flags and cheering us on, I could not have cared less. I was in heaven and if people could see me there, then so be it.

As Jitinder carried on massaging my arse I could feel the pressure start to increase until a fingertip pierced my hole and entered the inner sanctum. I moaned with pleasure and the remainder of his finger followed. I felt my balls start to tickle and knew that the moment of truth wasn't far off. The finger started moving in and out and very soon it was a full-on finger fuck. This, with the continued magic being worked on my cock soon left me in no doubt that the moment could be put off no longer. My moans started getting louder and Jitinder, taking his cue, sped up the attack until I could hold back no longer and fired my load into his mouth. Although this was my second orgasm of the day it was like none I've experienced before. It seemed to go on for hours and I was still thrashing around long after I had shot my sixth and final rope.

Eventually I calmed down and lay exhausted with my eyes closed and a smile on my face. I was suddenly aware of Jitinder's face close to mine and felt the touch of his beard on my chin just before his lips landed gently on mine. "Thank you" he said softly with our lips touching.

"No, thank YOU" I replied before my lips parted and his tongue entered my mouth, still tasting slightly of my cum, which added to my enjoyment.

We lay in companionable silence for a while and when I'd got my strength back I turned on to my stomach and presented my arse for attention. Jitinder got the idea immediately and I felt his tongue licking my cheeks which he then peeled apart revealing the object of his desire. He started by inserting a finger which immediately got me hard again. I could feel his hot breath on me so I knew that his mouth was not far away.

I knew when his tongue was approaching again as I felt the tickle of his beard on me. He prised me further apart and I felt his tongue in my crack. I moaned with pleasure as he focussed on my hole, pushing hard and eventually entering me.

I was dripping precum on to the floor of the boat and I felt as though my balls were going to burst.

I felt his tongue leave me and then He turned me over and lifted my legs up so that my feet were on either side of my head. He pulled down his shorts and I was rewarded with the sight of the hairiest cock I have ever seen. It was around eight inches long and pretty thick, probably as thick as a baby's arm! I could see that it was really hard and as he approached me I knew that although it was a huge cock to accommodate, I was going to thoroughly enjoy every moment of what was to come.

We had no lubrication with us but he spread his precum over the head and pushed towards me.

Being the bottom slut that I am I was ready for him and had no difficulty in accommodating his girth. He felt great inside me and he seemed to be in another world with his eyes closed and his breath coming in fits and starts.

I raised my hands to his hairy chest and played with his erect nipples causing him to moan loudly.

He started slowly thrusting in and out and I dropped my hands to his hairy arse and pulled him hard towards me, making sure that every millimetre of his cock was deep inside me.

He opened his big brown eyes and stared into mine, smiling contentedly and licking his lips.

I knew that I was going to cum soon and wondered whether I could last out long enough for a simultaneous orgasm. I rather doubted it as his cock was pressing my g-spot with every thrust.

His breathing started to become more laboured and I knew I wouldn't have to wait much longer but alas I just couldn't contain myself and shot my load all over myself and Jitinder's stomach hair.

When he saw my cum it seemed to spur him on and I soon felt him unload his manjuice inside me.

Jitinder collapsed on top of me and we hugged contentedly. I looked again into his eyes and whispered "Thank you, that was wonderful."

He smiled and said "The pleasure's all mine".

He rolled off me and we hugged for a while and I found that I loved the feel of his hairy body against mine, not at all what I was used to and really what I had imagined I wouldn't like. How wrong can one be?

The rest of my fortnight was spent with Jitinder. When the weather was fine we'd take a boat on the lake and repeat our love-making. When the weather was bad one of us would go to the other's room and we would put the "do not disturb" sign on the door.

As I said, I'd always fancied smooth teenagers before but Jitinder introduced me to the world of the hairy body. A world which I have had great pleasure exploring over the years and still visit to this day.

As for the teenagers, I still love them, but there's nothing like a REAL man!

Strip poker joker

"Royal flush beats a full house. Now strip, dudes! Off with your pants!"

"Hey! I'm not wearing any underwear!" I protested.

"What do they teach you in the Air Force? You'll just have to show us your big dick," Jack demanded.

"It's bigger than yours!"

"You haven't seen mine yet!"

"Games not over. Deal!"

After the next hand: "Four of a kind beats three of a kind, two pair, and your assorted shit, too, King. Strip off that sailor suit, Ace, pants first! Let's see who's got the biggest dick." Ace stripped off his sailor pants leaving him naked expect for his uniform top and cap. "YO! No fair. Erections don't count!"

"Who thought up this fucking game?"

"Your dad, Deuce, and he's still got his pants on," Jack complained.

"Not for long," I predicted. "Just 'cause he knew when to fold - we'll get them off him. Hurry up and deal, Jack."

"Keep your pants on! . . . OOPS! I forgot. You lost them in the last hand."

"If your dad hadn't made up these fucking rules, Deuce, we wouldn't be sitting here bare-ass naked."

"But, you are boys, you are," my dad joked. "Deal, Son."

"How is it you always win, Dad?"

"'Cause he's got an ace up his sleeve."

"Hey! Don't use my name in vain, King!"

"Where the hell did you get a name like Deuce, anyway?" Jack asked.

"Got it from somethin' that happened in my little deuce coup," Dad answered.

"You're a daddy's boy," Jack teased tousling my hair.

"Hands off!" I snapped. "Why don't you go play with yourself?" And he did! Standing up in what remained of his marine's uniform, Jack waved his 'flag' in everybody's face.

"Go blow yourself!" King yelled, knocking the marine's bouncing balls and pushing him back in his seat. We always called the army major 'King' 'cause his first name was impossible to pronounce.

"Next guys to lose have to blow me!" Jack announced.

"If you lose we get to stick our fingers up your ass," Ace parleyed.

"Yeah! If you lose I get to fuck you," Jack returned, "right here on this table in front of everybody."



"Bet!" Ace had to be number one at everything.

"Bet! And they get to fuck you, Ace." Jack pointed 'round the table. "You navy nun!" Ace had three sisters, all nuns.

"Boys, boys! It's a game!" Dad interceded. He stood up pushing Jack and Ace apart, encouraging them to sit down.

I noticed the most pronounced boner in Dad's chinos pointing straight for his right pocket. It was so obvious I could see the underside and his big mushroom head making its impression just below his belt loops. He'd already lost his shirt, socks, shoes and belt. He didn't have far to go.

Sweat dripped from everywhere. He looked like he had just been in the boiling sun - which he had. His blonde hair was matted - on his head, under his arms, across his chest. I watched the sweat run down his forehead, across his bushy eyebrows and down his unshaven face. Drops hung from his hairy underarms and from his nipples, too. When I saw a big drop slide down the center of his chest through all that hair and follow the line of it over his belly just to disappear into his pants, I had to jerk my cock instinctively. I had to do it!

"Hey! Deuce! Now you're playing with yourself! What are we doing here," Ace demanded, "playing poker or having a circle-jerk?"

"We're playin' strip poker, man. Now shut up and play!"

"Oh shit, it's hot in here. Doesn't that ceiling fan work?" King complained lifting his camouflage tank top over his abs. He ran his hands under lifting it above his pecs. He massaged them with his macho hands. I watched him tweak his nipples and pull them out. He was looking up at the fan unaware how entertaining he was. He made my cock throb. His own dick was bouncing up toward the ceiling. It was erect out in front of his dark bushy pubs. His big balls were pulled tight under his lance. His thick thighs were dusted with the same dark hair that sprouted in the center of his chest.

I was so close I smelled him, that musky manly scent that men give off after a workout. After the military parade we were in this afternoon I'm not surprised we didn't smell like the whole fuckin' Army, Navy and Air Force. My nostrils wafted in the stuff.

"Stop showing off. We've all seen your muscles," Ace yanked on King's dog-tags and pulled him down to his chair. Not before King's hard-on banged the table, nearly flipped his hand over and disturbed our beers.

"Yo! Watch your big dick! You almost dunked it in my beer."

"I'll do something else in your beer if you can't keep your eyes off my dork. You're gonna be suckin' on this in no time," pointing at his thing. He grabbed Ace's head from behind. Then he jerked it toward his meat as he thrust his crotch into Ace's face. Ace's mouth was wide open. He play-acted sucking King's cock lunging half a dozen times over the major's stiff dick. I know King felt it. I was stunned. I'd never seen my friends suck cock but, we were getting drunk and rowdy. Anything could happen.

Ace pumped his dick which was straight as an arrow, long and slender and smooth. His balls hung low bouncing around as he jerked his joint in long steady strokes. As I looked around everyone had his hands in his groin, even Dad.

Jack began to undo the gold buttons on his jacket. He wasn't wearing an undershirt which he should have but, it was so blazing hot! He tipped his hat which he still had on. He was so proud to be a marine. He looked plenty proud of his prick, all fair like the rest of him. His skin was super smooth. The sun seeping though the louvers illuminated him surrealistically and lit up his pubs highlighting his throbbing hard-on. It just got bigger and bigger demanding attention.

It didn't look like we were going to finish this hand. Even Dad began to lose it as he gripped his handiwork through his pants squeezing and manipulating his pud until precum began to stain the fabric. He reached behind Jack and cupped his bubble butt in his right hand. With his left he clutched me by the balls and announced, "You're not getting away." Then he announced, "This poker game is over. THE JOKER IS WILD!" he yelled.

With his teeth grit he surrounded Jack and me with his powerful arms and pulled us close to him. Then he hugged us tight. When he looked down at his crotch our hands went straight for it. I snapped the top. Jack pulled down his zipper. It was like Christmas in August as I watched his zipper come down - like the New Year's Ball falling over Times Square. What flew out of that 'present' was no puppy dog but, I stroked it all over as soon as it popped up just the same.

"You win," Jack admitted to my dad referring back to who had the biggest cock. Everyone's was big but, Dad had the biggest. As his pants slid down his thighs, he raised his arm from around me, brought his hand down forcefully on Ace's head making him suck King's cock. Ace feebly protested waving his arms about and making all sorts of muffled sounds. But, down to the base his lips went, his jaw pried open by King's 'jawbreaker'.

We watched as King's colossal cock pistoned in and out of Ace's inexperienced mouth. Ace inescapably made a moist mess lubricating King's montrous meat.

Jack didn't waste a second. He leaned up to kiss my dad on the lips! My eyes popped as I saw Dad french kiss my friend, the marine. That was some kiss!

King, Ace and I were so crazed we knocked the table aside and made room for an orgy. When my dad turned to face me, at first, I didn't know what to do. I looked into his eyes searching. With an open mouth I tilted my head first one way then the other until slowly, real slowly, I began to lean into him and . . . I kissed him! Now that kiss I felt! It was like nothing I ever felt before.

My lips touched his, then melted. I stuck my tongue out thinking I had never done this with any man, let alone my dad. Our tongues touched between our parted lips and he moaned. I moaned. Jack looked on groaning.

Jack came down on Dad's nipples and sucked so hard my father moaned even louder. His cock flew through my fist. I clung onto one of my father's hairy asscheeks. It filled my right hand and I squeezed. I had my dad in my hands, an asscheek in one, his cock and balls in the other, and my lips locked around his. It was all too incredible! I couldn't stop squirming or moaning.

Jack had by this time lifted my father's right arm and was taking long slow tongue strokes up his underarms lapping up the sweat from the hairs.

I was so brazen I ran my fingers up and down Daddy's hairy crack making my way between. He began to arch backward allowing me greater access. I felt under his balls then up to the top of his crevice, then down into the furrow until I found, "Oh. . .", his best kept secret: man's private place, his buried treasure, his real manhood.

I've since learned if his eyes, or his lips, or his dick doesn't tell you about him, nothing greater than his sphincter will tell you more about a man. Why do you think they say, "Cover your ass"?

My father's was tight. His ass was covered by a forest of soft blonde hairs. Between those round spankable cheeks was hidden a hot, moist and sensitive puckered asshole. I tickled him there. He giggled, arched his back more and planted an erect nipple in my moist mouth. I joined Jack sucking on his tits, licking his armpit and coating his waist and belly with my tongue before . . . lowering myself to my knees, letting him spread his thighs so I could lick his hairy balls I let his manhood bound up and down in front of my eyes.

I saw out of the corner of my eyes, King, on his knees, reciprocating Ace with an avid blow-job. To see King wide-eyed and panting, his mouth swollen around Ace's hefty tool, was unforgettable. With Jack hungrily waiting on the other side of my father's prick, I reveled in the fact that my best friends, servicemen all, sucked cock.

"Oh, Daddy!".

"Trump me, Deuce!" He turned his hips so he could aim his canon at my mouth. Between my lips, he loaded. I watched that big torpedo from the slit to the crown fly through my lips until the shaft was sunk as far as it could go.

His curly pubic hair went up my nose and tickled my face while it filled my sight. When his balls banged against my chin his knob stuck deep in my throat throbbing. I removed my finger from his hole only to have it replaced by Jack's exploring tongue. Jack moaned as he licked my father's asshole. My father rocked back and forth getting greased from both sides loving it.

Jack and I competed to see who could please my dad more. For his part, Dad thrust back and forth while he gripped our heads tight and pulled us into him.

"THE JOKER'S WILD!" Dad repeated bucking faster. I recall he was often called 'The Joker'. His sly and practical jokes led people to do things they ordinarily wouldn't. There was nothing ordinary about this. This was extraordinary!

We were four military men, each from a different branch of the service totally engrossed in an orgy with a community role model - so much for "Don't Ask - Don't Tell".

Eventually, 'The Joker' was sprawled across the poker table on his back, his legs held in the air. Jack was still eating out his ass. I was slurping on his thing a hundred times. Ace and King were trading off feeding their cocks to him. Sometimes they stuffed both their cockheads at once into his mouth.

King finally climbed onto the table and straddled 'The Joker', his knees on either side of Dad's head, his tan ass on Dad's hairy chest, and his cock pointed straight at Dad's lips. With Ace from above they teased my father with their military meat. Dad ate it up grinning and lapping and laughing.

"Come on, Deuce," Jack whispered in my ear, "let's play a joke on 'The Joker'."

Quietly, I snuck into my room. In a hiding place I kept a jar of lube for jerking off. This would do the trick.

Jack kept 'The Joker' off guard by sucking and licking and feeling him up all over. I was back in no time. I tried to introduce the lube slowly running one, then two, then three fingers up my dad's softening ass. He was so blitzed by the four of us that he had no idea I was preparing to put 'the joke' on him. I lifted his ankles higher looking deep into his pink expanding asshole. Oh! It was mouthing something incredible. It was now or never!

"TRUMP THIS, DAD!" I yelled and flung my monster meat into his prone hole.

"YOOOOAAAAWWWWHHHH!" he yelled surprised as hell. I had sunk a hefty number of inches up his hairy hole, totally overwhelming him. His hole, however, opened up. Even though King had stuffed his hose as deep as he could down my father's mouth to sabotage him, my 'score' took even more of me inside. He took me. Who was 'joking' who?

That pink tight pucker had taken me. It opened up to grab my rod and pull it in. "OOOHHH!" It was hot! As I sunk to the base crashing into his ass, I slammed his lower back with my balls.

"YES!" I heard 'The Joker' shout. "FUCK ME, SON. FUCKKKKK MEEEEE!!!"

"YEEESSS!" I responded feeling the hot, wet interior of his body. It was like being surrounded by him. I ran my hands up and down his thighs, tickled his balls, jerked his manmeat. He was so fuckin' hot. I loved him.

I fucked him endlessly. "Here, climb up on me!" he offered after he saw Jack finger-fucking me into my own personal heaven. My three friends lifted me over my dad lubing his rising rod and my own softening entrance. They lowered me. A virgin fuck! This was no joke. "Easy. Steady. OU! You're hot! Deuce, my boy. Feel it. Nice and slowly. Relax. Yesss, that's it. Oh, you're good. You're ready. Feel my cock. That's daddy's cock inside you."

Down the shaft I slid. As I accommodated Daddy's dong I sat more confidently on him. Up. And down. Up. And down again. AH! "Fill me up." My friends helped me. Daddy looked straight into my eyes. Manly. Handsome, hairy-chested daddy. His bush tickled my ass. Thump! I had him all the way in. All of it! All those throbbing thick inches. Ride this stud! What a feeling!

"I'm getting close," Daddy whimpered. Me, too. I looked at my friends. I knew we'd be fucking each other regularly from now on. Those threats we made playing poker: They're promises now. "I'M CUMMING! UP YOUR ASS, SON! Get ready. It's churning in my balls. Boys, are you cumming?" he asked seeing each of us lose it. This is one game where losing is winning. "OOOHHHH!!!"

Jack, King, Ace, me, each of us were yelling at the top of our lungs. We were bringing each other off. "AHHHHEEEEE!" Dad was first, shooting me up with hot bolts of liquid spunk, straight into me arching us off the table. All I saw was the whirl of the ceiling fan then . . . one, two, three: Jack, King and Ace each spurting in succession. The jizz striped me and my 'Joker' across our chests, bellies, and balls. "OOOOUUUUU!!!!" "AAAAEEEEEEE!!!!" "YYOOUUUWW!!!"

With their hot cream I lubricated my meat and whipping it into a forth I rode my dad and "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" shot out three feet forward.

'The Joker' was trying to say something but, was washed out by two to three shots of sticky cum flying into his mouth. It nearly gagged him before he started laughing. Our three poker buddies punctuated my work pointing their pud into his cocksucker, too, totally wiping out his speech. It took sometime for him to recover.

I ran my palms across his hairy chest, up into his hairy underarms and down around his waist playing with all the cum that had pelted him. "Well, Son, boys, was that more fun than war games?" All of the sudden, his face went quizzical. Then he reached under his back and came up with a poker card showing it to everyone. It was, of course, The Joker.

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