Ninety percent of this scenario is based upon my true life experiences and is told for the personal pleasure of similarly inclined adults. Be forewarned, it covers W/S, Teen sex--not incest--, scat, etc.
IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others. Author: Hugh Sacks hughsacks@hotmail.com
Training Session 12 JR 3 part & my first fuck
My head was so full of dreams and anticipation of my upcoming fuck that I wasn't sure that I actually had had a pissin'-drinkin' session with dad,... that is until I awoke and found on my night stand, not one but two small, solidly packed, tissues filled with his cum.
He'd done this several times before: He leaves for the shed at 5 a.m. and rather than use the toilet for his morning piss, he'd slip into my room and if my mouth was conveniently available, he lay his long hose across my lips and I'd just automatically open it up and he'd deliver the richest, strongest, piss. The first time it happened I did wake up completely because some had spilled on the pillow case. Now I was so aware and skilled that I closed my lips around it and never missed a drop. Yes, I had been his toilet this morning and I was going to have something to share with JR later in the day. That must have been why dad left two tissues of cum. I had a pleasant smile on my fact thinking of dad's consideration.
I looked toward the window and it was just beginning to get light but the sun was still behind the trees. Summer time is for sleeping in and being up this early was a real surprise but I was soooo anxious to get my fuck, I just couldn't sleep any longer. I checked to be sure the dildo had not popped out and while I couldn't feel it on the outside, I could feel it in my shit channel and it did feel good. I squeezed my ass cheeks together and there it was and as I bent over I could feel it move also. Maybe I'd just keep it there permanently.
I got outta bed and was heading to JR's room when he entered my room. Before I could say `good morning' he had my head in both his hands, kissing me on the lips, slobbering out,
"Good morning, cunt-boy...wanna fuck?"
I couldn't say a word but just enthusiastically shook my head, breaking off our kiss.
"Here or in the shower?" he asked.
"Better do it in the shower. I hear mom fixing breakfast downstairs but just in case she should come to get us up, we'd be safer in the shower. Dad and I often showered together so she wouldn't think that unusual. I left the dildo in so you could take it out."
I set the shower on gentle so as not to over ride the act of fucking. We got in and while I was anxious to get to it, I had an urgent need to piss---with what dad had given my several hours ago, so I said,
"All my morning showers start off with a piss----not elaborating on why or how---and I need to take one now so it won't interfere with the fuckin' you're gonna give me. Do ya wanna be part of it or should I just shoot it to the drain?"
"OH I wanna do anything and everything you do. Give it to me any way ya want to."
I put my hands on his shoulder and he allowed me to guide him to a kneeling position in from of me with my back shielding him from the shower spray. At first I pulled my foreskin back and pissed into his crotch and then quickly moved it up his chest. By the time I reached his face, he had his mouth slightly open but I was still not sure if he wanted to drink it so I just let a bit of it cross his lips and then squeezed it off waiting for some signal as to continue or not.
It took him a minute to decide and then with out saying a word, he opened his mouth very wide, suggesting to me that he did want it. Releasing my tight hold on my dick, I just let it all out. Most of it did land in his mouth but he didn't know how to gulp it down and a lot of it splashed outta his mouth. He coughed and gagged.
"Sorry `bout that. I shouldn't have gone that fast. It is an acquired taste and it takes a couple of tries to get it right. Let me know if and when you wanna do it again. Can ya fuck me now?"
He eagerly stood up and turned me around. He tried to get the dildo outta my ass but it apparently was in so far that he couldn't reach it with just his fingers.
"Bend over so your ass will open, giving me access to your toy."
I did, and it did almost pop out. Fortunately the shower was just large enough for me to bend over and but in doing so I forced him into the corner. He let it fall to the floor. He positioned my hands high on the corner walls and spread my feet apart. He shoved a couple of fingers into my ass, to be sure of its location and then stroked the length of my cheek crack with his semi soft cock.
There were a few gently thrusts and sure enough there was penetration. What surprised me was that he withdrew it. I was expecting a continuous thrust as he'd done the night before. The next injection was with a much firmer rod and within a couple of strokes we were off and runnin'.
The fullness of the dildo was one thing. This was completely different. His cock was longer and thicker and I felt the movement of his cock head against the lining of my intestines with each thrust or penetration and it did feel fantastic. I'd never felt the upper, deepest, part of my shit channel before but now this intrusion seemed to be going all the way up and into my stomach. I tried to bend over so my ass would open more and he could, in fact, get his dick into my stomach. The shower walls wouldn't let that happen.
He began to grunt but kept it down knowing that we could be heard. I'd expected it to last a lot longer, like a piss, but there seemed to be an urgency about it with him and he slammed me against the tiles and slightly lifted me off my feet---only my toes were on the floor---and then he froze and I could feel his rock hard cock, pumping cum into my ass. I felt shot after shot of warmth in my body and then he let go and I slid from the wall. The leaned back against the other wall and I think I heard a `pop' as his now limp cock was pulled from my chute. My heart was pounding and he was breathing heavily.
I wanted to turn the water up and have him shampoo by hair as dad always does but we were spent and it was time to get down to breakfast or mom would have questions as to why the shower was running for a half hour. But as I opened the door, he held my face and planted another kiss directly on my mouth, saying,
"OH you are tight. You're one fuckin' good cunt and we're gonna get it on. Hope you agree. You're gonna get fucked every day, from here on out. Maybe even twice a day !"
We reluctantly got out, turned off the shower and each reached for a towel. I didn't get as dry as I should have because I was concentrating on watch-ing his every move. He was quite athletic, well balanced and perfectly proportioned----DAMMED he was good looking---beautiful!
We slipped on some shorts and headed down to the kitchen. Mom was just finishing the bacon and asked how we wanted our eggs, but first she commented on the shorts.
"We're going for a bike ride. I want to show him where things are around here," I said, sitting down and adding,
"Over easy."
"I'd like mine over easy too," JR added.
I'd hoped there would be a break and I'd be able to make some pissorange juice for us, but that didn't happen.
There was meaningful conversation with mom while she sat with us finishing her coffee. She mentioned all sorts of names and places to see if any had any familiarity to JR. She bought up the work he'd down in the yard and how beautiful it looked, but as much as he enjoyed doing it, he had no special reason for it. He just liked colorful things, especially out doors.
We got Bud's bike down from the rafters in the garage and it fit JR just fine. We had a wonderful time and were gone most of the day. I'd taken a couple of `Sports Bottles' from the frig and while resting in a field we talked about it and about where it's mentioned in the Bible and who else drinks it. He seemed to be comfortable with the subject. This morning's event had gone well and he was willing to give it a try, since dad and I were so much in favor of it. Then a freakish thing happened.
Two other, slightly younger guys, came by on their bikes and had stopped to take a leak against the split rail fencing. I think they knew we were there but went ahead any way----I think maybe trying to shock us. I got an idea and asked for JR's help.
"Let's really give them something to be shocked about. I didn't get any of your piss this morning in the shower. How about you pissing into my mouth and giving them something to gawk at."
He stood up and turned sideways so they could get a good look and then slowly dropped his shorts, flipped his long cock several times and then let go with a golden arc of juice. It went directly into his mouth and I gulped it all down. As fast and as much as he could deliver. The length of his piss even impressed me, but then again, he probably had all that morning juice and breakfast still in him. It was really strong, bitter-sweet and I knew that I was gonna enjoy getting it from him as much as from dad. Now I had two resources of this golden nectar to fulfill my insatiable appetite.
The guys were watching us with bugged eyes. We may have started another generation of piss lovers. I know they rode off giggling at one another.
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Mom was about to leave for work when we returned from our bike ride. She was glad to know we were home and safe. She commented on what a pleasure it was to have JR around so that I wouldn't be left alone during the summer months. She still feels guilty about working when she should be home taking care of me. I constantly had to remind her how old I was and that I was responsible enough to be left on my own for a few hours. She agreed.
We both watched her drive off and as if on some signal we both said,
"Let's fuck some more!"
We left the bikes outside at the side of the garage and raced into the house, kicked off our sneakers in the garage and our shorts as we were running through in the family room, just leaving them where they fell. We headed up to my room, taking two steps at a time.
I jumped onto the mattress and he landed on top of me. It was my time to hold his head in both hands as he positioned himself squarely on top of me. We kissed and kissed, humming loudly. As he made his way across my face I reached around him to fine the hole in his ass, but couldn't find it. He shoved his pelvis into mine. We were excited but neither had roaring boners yet.
As we played along, enjoying every minute, I had this image of dad coming home and finding his son getting fucked and that thought brought me to a full, rock hard boner. With that, JR produced one also and we just twisted and rubbed them together. When we both felt the urge, we knew we were to close to a climax. We just separated, and just lay beside one another, breathing heavily. I said,
"Let's not rush this; we have all the time in the world and I want to make it last as long as we can. This mornings' was to short. I'd thought fuckin' would last as long as pissin' but it doesn't. "
He added, "OH it can if ya pace yourself. I don't remember where or when but I DO know that I've been fucked or have fucked for a very long time. I too, prefer is slow and easy. Like jackin' off: I often stop just before climax and then start it up again and again. Sure does piss-off my body when all it wants to do is to shoot cum." We both just giggled like little boys who had said something naughty.
We automatically got into a 69 position and began to suck on our hard cocks. With the pain and pleasure I'd felt this morning with his cock so far up my ass, I was determined to shove his whole dick into my mouth and down my throat. It took several jabs but I was able to do it and I didn't even gag. I was so pleased, so proud of my accomplishment, that I did it time and time again. I guess I got him so turned on again that he pulled away from me so he wouldn't shoot prematurely.
"Ready," he whispered.
"MORE than ready. OH fuck me. PLEASE fuck me!"
With that he slid over me, drew my legs to my chest and began to lick and slobber saliva all over my ass and then spat a wad on his cock I took over the control of my legs, pulling then as close to my chest as possible as I wanted to see everything he was doing to shove his massive cock into my body.
He knelt behind me with both of his hands on my cheeks, spreading them apart so he could see my eager hole and with one direct shove, his steel rod was entering my body. There was no cock flipping up and down, looking for my hole. He was eager and ready; I was more than ready and he impaled me with the full length of his javelin. The tonsils of my shit tube, that inner connection `tween my intestines and bowel track, could now experience what my throat had just experienced. YES, I felt it and it did hurt a little but only for a moment.
I followed every movement of his face and body. He withdrew and quickly shoved it back and each time it hurt less and less; felt better and better each time. I was really enjoying this and knew it was going to last a long time.
I was soooo excited at being fucked, face to face, that I just reached over and past my thighs and with my hands digging into his ass, tired to help push him in even further. I'd never felt so at-one with another being. My heart was bounding.
As he slowly pumped away, bouncing me on the mattress, his mouth found mine and we began to nibble each others lips and tongues. Our rhythm has slowed to almost nothing `cause I think he was ready to pop and he too wanted it to last longer.
Then the pace picked up again and he began to shove his cock in from one side and then the other. Now his cock-head was scraping the other side of my intestine. It seemed to be widening the channel. This brought back some of the pain but I didn't give a damm; I was becoming addicted to such pleasurable pain.
The pain was replaced with the heat of friction and now it was pure pleasure, ecstasy. We were bouncing up and down on the mattress and the headboard was banging against the wall. I couldn't see it but I just KNEW dad was there, watching us and a chill shot through my body. I began to wail,
"OH yea...OOHH YEA...fuck me...FUCK ME harder, OH yea, OH yea, OH YEA, RAM IT IN ME. I want it all... FUCK ME, OH yea, OH yea"
"OOOOHHHH you are one sweet little cunt. Can't remember havin' an ass as tight and eager as yours.
"I JUST LOVE FUCKING YOUR VIRGIN AAASSSSS. You're mine now and I'm gonna' fuck ya, till you can't take it any more."
Most of that came out as gibberish as we were bouncing around so much that neither of us could make a clear statement.
The urge was to strong. I had to see. I opened my eyes and sure enough, through a crack between our arms and bodies, I could see a little of dad at the end of the bed. He was sitting on my desk chair, stark naked and wickedly pumping a massive hard on as he watched his young virgin son getting plummeted, fucked, by his newest son.
The bed was really rockin' now and I could tell from the increase in the pace, that JR was ready to come. For the first time, without touching my cock, I felt that electric urge shoot through my bent, pinned, body and JR must have also because there was such a spark that I swear the lamps lit up and he froze in that moment when he unloaded wad after wad after wad of cum into my boy cunt.
The pulsating of our hearts and lungs said it all. We just quivered and shook in elation!
Dad knew exactly what was going on and when the climax had taken place. He stepped to the side of the bed and simply shot his massive load all over our kissing faces. It just kept coming and coming, until we looked like the cookies Darrell had decorated.
I dropped my legs, smiling the broadest smile I could produce, looking right at my dad. JR stayed on top of me and inside of me. I squeezed my ass thigh so as not to let him go. We were licking dads cum from each others face. Dad was stroking JR's back and arm. No one said a word but the moans and sighs of contentment said it all.
After several minutes dad whispered,
"I am soooo pleased that you've found one another and that you're having a grand time. This is what I've always wanted to happen but just knew I could not do it myself. You are a perfect match."
JR, hearing that, BOLTED off me and began stammering something about being sorry. He didn't mean to...,.. he was s o r r y.
They only way dad could shut him up was to take JR's face in his hands and kiss him.
"It's all right. You didn't do anything wrong. Stop worrying."
Dad sank down in my lounge chair while we stayed on my bed. JR was on the other side of me, holding his head up with arm, smiling at dad. We were each licking up the cum dad had shot on us.
"You have no idea how much pleasure you've given me. I haven't felt this good in a very long time. This feels so dammed right," dad said, with an emotional crack in his voice.
The cum that I'd silently shot was still on my stomach and chest and JR was gathering it up and finger feeding it to me. He offered some to dad but dad just shook his head, saying
"Thanks but I'd rather sit here watching you eat it."
He still had a hard on and was gently pulling his foreskin way off and then sticking three fingers into the skin sack.
"This has soooo turned me on and it's gotten me so charged up that I just want to celebrate. I'm also starving and could eat a horse. What's say we go out to eat, to celebrate. Where? I could go for a slab of ribs...how about you?"
We both sat up and joyfully agreed.
"But of course you've gotta put some clothes on."
In a few minutes we were fully dressed, or at least as dressed as we ever got, and climbed into dad's truck and roared off heading for a road side restaurant, truckers stop, that was famous for its baby back ribs. We each had a full slab with all the trimmings. At first we inhaled them but toward the end, when we were stuffed, we just sucked every last particle from the bones making silly remarks about the sucking and licking of fingers.
Dad had several beers and we downed huge Cokes. They were also known for their dark chocolate brownies of course topped with ice cream and chocolate syrup. I hadn't eaten that much since Thanksgiving and I could hardly move. We just sat there and talked and talked. Fortunately there was no one near enough to hear specifically what we were talking about but it sure did feel nice being able to speak so frankly about sex, piss, cum and even the mention of shit.
"This is a great place to `harvest'," my dad said but he'd forgotten to bring a piece of glass, adding,
"But I think we've stored enough to last us the night"
That meal and conversation took several hours and by the time we got back we were feeling pretty good. We had time to digest the food and were back on track sexually. Dad pulled into the garage and secured it----knowing what he was hoping would happen.
Of course our cloths came off on the way to the F.R. and that's when dad pointed out that he just followed the trail of our dropped cloths when he got home earlier and was pretty sure what had caused that abandonment. He said he popped a hard on getting' up to my room. He was right. We were up in my room, loudly fucking away.
"I'm horny as hell; who's up for some more fuckin'?" he said rhetorically.
I wanted to fuck someone but JR beat me to it but I also wanted to see someone else get fucked, so I said nothing.
"I wanna fuck your dad but I don't have that much left in me but I sure would like you", looking at dad, "to fuck me. It's been a long time but I sure do enjoy getting plummeted."
"GREAT. I've thought about fucking you since I saw you in the bed of my dually," he said as he lay down on the F.R. carpet, playing with himself.
Looking at me, he explained this is one more way to fuck or be fucked. He motioned to JR to squat over his `flag pole' and he did. He stepped over dad, looking into his face and very slowly sat down on his rod. He easily took all 8 inches of it and then after a few twists and turns to be sure it was all in, he began to pump up and down, harder and harder, faster and faster until within a few strokes he was completely off his cock but then immediately regained control of it by plunging his eager ass all the way down on it. The sound of suction was amazing.
He picked up the pace and leaning slightly forward with his elbows on his knees, began to move in the rhythm of a trot, and ride dad's pony down the track, heading for the finish line. The finish line must have been a mile away `cause he sure did ride that cock a long time. They were both enjoying themselves so much that neither wanted it to stop and so it didn't.
"Can we do it doggy style?" JR said, with a twinkle in his eye looking straight at dad.
"Sure. I'd like that position a lot." Dad said as they stopped and got up.
JR headed right to the sofa and leaned over the high back, spreading his legs slightly apart, holding his ass straight out. Dad stepped behind him, placed his hands on JR's hips and aimed his ram rod directly into JR's hungry ass. There was so gradual pick up; this was full force, rapid stride, fucking and bang away they did. There was a lot of loud profanity, which egged us all on. I was working my cock as though it was the one inside dad's ass. It was awe-inspiring.
Dad was pounding JR's ass so roughly that the sofa was actually moving across the plush carpet but neither of them wanted it to stop. But, as with all good things, this too came to a conclusion and dad collapsed over the back of JR and reaching under his chest, began to pinch his tits as he shot load after load of cum up his ass. They were both panting like the animals they were.
I was as excited about being able to watch my dad fuck someone as I was about having him see me get fucked. What a complete turn around in a couple of hours. Would it ever get better than this? I doubt it.
They straightened out the sofa and we all sat down, one on each side of him, jabbering at what we had each seen and felt. We were also each playing with what ever was handy. Realizing what dad liked, by being tit pinched by him, JR began to suck and then nibble on dad's huge tits with dad howling loudly. It was a great way to wind down after such sexual activity.
One part of the sofa conversation dealt with the `harvesting' comment in the restaurant and another was the whisper dad made in my ear,
"I'm loaded. How about you?"
"Sure am... but I don't think JR knows about this," was my reply.
Dad explained about the glass in the toilet which didn't seem to shock or concern him. Then he went on to suggest that we might demonstrate something for him that we were sure he'd find disgusting-----and that would be fine with us. If it was, we'd never do it in front of him again.
"Yes, I'd like to see it; I doubt that it will shock me. I've liked every part of sex that I've seen or heard about," he responded.
Dad moved to the carpet and I sat on his face as he brought his legs up and over his chest, exposing his full ass.
"We really like eating each other's asses'. Big time, for a long time and for anything and every thing that comes outta them. It's taken me several years to get to where I am now and I still have a way to go to do what I've heard other guys doing but I'm working hard at it and loving every practice session,"
I said to JR, with fingers from each hand digging into dad's ass.
I'd already begun to shit into dad's mouth so he couldn't say a thing. He was just chomping down everything I was offering him. JR was just watching me dig. As I got a little out on my fingers, I'd bring them to my nose and sniff away and then tongue lick them off, grinning broadly. I went back for more and more and the more I dug out, the more I ate. Clump after clump of very dark brown, barbecued, beef shit. Then, to my dad's amazement, I went further than I'd ever gone before. This whole sexual day had so turned me on that I'd have done anything.
Dad produced a solid 1 ½ thick rod of shit that stuck up and out of his ass a good two inches and I dropped my mouth over it until my teeth and lips were around his ass hole and I simply bit it off. I threw my head back and began to chow down. It took a few minutes but I was able to swallow the whole rod. And this time it did taste rich, sweet, and barbecued.
I'd never been able to go back for seconds but this time I was going back but before I could get to it, JR stuck his finger in my dad's ass and pulled it out and it did have brown shit on it. He sniffed it and then sucked it off. His face didn't go into the typical disgust mode. He just had that surprised look of what the hell have I just done?
I was still shitting into dad's mouth and he was eating everything. There was the sound of grunting and gargling and by the way he was signaling me through his hold on my hips, I knew he was enjoying everything I was giving him. He too was eating more than I'd ever know him to eat. This thing about doin' it in front of someone else was a real turn on. We were both willin' and eager to show off so we did eat a lot more than we'd ever eaten before and it was delicious---the best, sweetest, smoothest shit I'd ever had.
Another two inches rose from his ass and I licked, sucked it for a while, trying to decide if I was up to eating that much. Then I had a flash of an idea.
I closed my mouth and just smashed my face into the shit and smeared it around his ass, thighs and my face. When to looked up, I could see the look of amazement on JR's face, and I just smiled, showing my tan teeth and leaned over dad's ass. JR got the gist of my movement and brought his face to mine and we kissed.
"It always helps me to think of it as the dessert of this evening: Chocolate brownies with bitter sweet chocolate syrup," I said quietly.
And after a minute or so, we kissed more and more until he was licking my smeared face clean. By then dad had eaten all he wanted to and I stood up. JR followed my lips, still kissing me--eating shit from my face. He wrapped his arms tightly around me. I reached for his cock and balls and squeezed them hard. I could tell he enjoyed that, as his knees began to quiver.
There was a very long silence as we fell back into the sofa and dad lay on the floor, licking his lips. Finally we began babbling about this last adventure, assuring JR that he may not get into this. Others we know certainly did not and that was fine on both sides. It certainly isn't for everyone. Repeating what we'd said in the beginning: If he didn't like it, we'd never do it again in front of him.
"It may take some getting used to but I can deal with that. What I'd like to explore or do to top off this evening, is to drink your dad's piss. I've already tasted yours today. How much different is your dad's?
"Tell ya what; lets go to the shower in the workout area and have a communal shower and we can all piss our heats out."
When we got there we demonstrated the many ways the side nozzles could be aimed and spread. With just a gentle spray, we could all get warm and wet and still have room to piss on or drink one another. JR dropped to his knees and while I pissed on this head and back, dad smacked JR's face with his limp cock until he sucked it into his mouth and dad began to piss away. Slowly at first and then faster and faster until he couldn't swallow that fast and it was running down his chest.
Still gulping, he stood up and sucked on his tit and I sucked in JR's cock and he began to piss all the coke from this dinner. It was sweet and a lot but I was able to drink all he had.
When it appeared that we'd emptied ourselves, dad turned around and turned up the force and heat of the shower. The full force was sending pin points into our bodies, as we cuddled closely and turned around, as though we were the three dancing virgins by Jean-Baptiste Corot.
I have never been so exhausted and at the same time so sexually spent. We dried each other off with the beach towels and headed back to the sofa and clicked on a very funny comedy about transvestites and gays. What didn't seem funny to one, made the other laugh until we were laughing at everything to the point of gagging in tears of laughter.
"Oh my ...look at the time. Mom will be home soon and you'd better be asleep when she gets here," he stated, with a firm smack to my ass.
JR said, "What about me? Don't I deserve a smack?"
Dad lovingly threw his arms abound him and squeezed him tightly whispering in his hear,
"I'll show you how much I love ya" and with that he gave him a good, loud whack with a cupped hand on one cheek and then another with the other hand.
He smiled in appreciation and as I followed him up the stairs, I could see the white impressions his hand had made on this tight ass.
"See you early in the morning," he said as he entered his room.
"I'll be ready and waiting," was my reply.
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