My son, My trade

Final Chapter

The following is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. 

At thirty-seven years of age big burly Buck Hauser was about to experience the dreaded empty nest syndrome.  In two short days his pride and joy---and fruit of his loins---Marc would be headed off to college.  Like a good dad, Buck was driving his son to the University where he would continue his academic and sports career on a generous scholarship offered by Oliver Janssen, President of the campus.  It was a good eight to nine hour round trip so he’d enlisted his new buddy, Will Hutchins, to ride shotgun and keep him company on the journey back home.   

It had been an enjoyable, although somewhat bittersweet, summer.  Much as he tried to savor each moment he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of melancholy knowing that his son would soon be gone.  It had been a lucrative last hurrah.  The weather had been hot as Hades, which always made the men in this town extra horny.  Buck had racked up a good deal of under-the-table, tax-free cash, all due to his son’s popularity.  Buck figured he’d never be awarded Father of the Year for peddling his boy’s ass.  Before he’d learned the shocking truth Marc had been giving it away for who-knew-how-many years. If the men in this town, most of whom Buck had grown up with, were going to fuck his boy then they were going to pay.  And pay, they did.  The randy teen was that good. 

With the promiscuous parents he had it was little surprise Marc had turned out to be an early starter.  During their short-lived marriage Buck and Greta had been unfaithful scores of times.  Fucking around was in Marc’s genes.  But Buck never figured it would be with other men.  His boy wasn’t the stereotypical sissy type.  He’d always shown interest in guy things, was devoted to sports and seemed to have a different girlfriend for every season.  Buck was sure the boy had gotten some snatch for himself.  What son of Buck Hauser’s wouldn’t?  But the boy also had an insatiable hunger for cock.  Any cock.  Didn’t seem to matter much to him if the guy was fat or skinny, old like that pervert Marek Stankovich (damned his unrepentant soul) or young, white or black (that one took Buck a while to accept), hung or short-changed.  Cock was cock to Marc.  Even his own father was fair game. 

Buck would miss his cash cow, for sure.  He’d taken to making much-needed upgrades to the old homestead on the money he earned from selling his son’s spectacular pussy.  But he’d also miss the lithe, youthfully muscular boy crawling into his bed late at night, luring him into a hot incestuous fuck with tales of his conquests after which they would cuddle, both falling off to sleep with Buck’s strong arms wrapped around his beautiful, sensuous boy.

Although Marc had more than enough dick to keep him busy in the makeshift playroom they had constructed in the basement of the bar he worked, the boy often went rogue.  There was no controlling him.  When he got the itch, which at eighteen was most of the time, he easily found a hot cock to appease his wanton desire.  His latest escapade had started at the train station, moved to the cop shop and then out to the local prison.  Buck wasn’t entirely crazy about the idea when he got the call from Chief Schneider, the rotten old fuck who had harassed him when he was a kid and Schneider a patrolman.  Buck wasn’t in a position to oppose the town’s Chief of Police.  With the knowledge of what exactly went down in the bowels of the bar Schneider could cause a good deal of trouble for them all.  Buck reluctantly gave his blessing and received a play-by-play from Marc the next morning. 

Stonehedge Prison had stood for a long time, possibly before the turn of the nineteenth century.  With the State Prison overcrowded Stonehedge received all the sex offenders.  The dingy place was housed by all sort of sexual deviants, from predators to rapists and then some.  The place was run by Warden Samuel Brock, an ornery bulldog somewhere in his fifties and friend of none other than Chief Schneider.  It was the perfect job for Brock, a sex wolf himself.  The young, cute ones learned quickly enough if they wanted to survive this prison they had to do the Warden a special “favor” every now and then.  And the ones Brock took a special liking to, like Ric Morelli, were the most unfortunate of all.  Brock used them like filthy street whores, forcing them to commit some of the most despicable acts. 

Partners Dobson and Trent drove the “prisoner” out to the old foreboding prison.  Marc admitted to the intimidation he felt eyeing the ominous brick building surrounded by high walls of barbed wire fencing topped with concertina wire.  He’d gone looking for sex in public bathrooms, highway truck stops, adult book shops and other disreputable places but this place gave him an ominous feeling.  If it hadn’t been for the insistence of Dobson and Trent he probably would have backed out.  But they had him up to the checkpoint where a big black brute admitted them.  It was obvious he had been expected.  This one truly looked like an ogre, or maybe some AI version of a muscle freak.  Thick oxen-like neck, ham-sized mitts, fat plump lips and a body that looked about ready to split his uniform at the seams like the Incredible Hulk.  Definitely a juicer.  His watery, bloodshot eyes were all over Marc, standing there in his ultra-short cut-off denims.   A serpentine tongue actually slithered out from between his swollen lips as he appraised the boy.

Marc confessed to the chill which ran up his spine and the bad premonition he was experiencing.  The brute announced his arrival through some dated intercom system and in a matter of minutes another guard appeared, taking charge of Marc and dismissing the two officers.  As he led Marc through the rotunda and up a spiral staircase he introduced himself as Hartmann, the Warden’s Executive Assistant.  Marc was all at once wary of this man, who appeared more like an inmate in uniform.  The uniform was untidy, not pressed and unbuttoned halfway down, no under shirt and hairy, sweaty chest exposed.  His eyes were dark and sinister, he had longish greasy hair and at least a two-day stubble on his angular, lantern jaw.  Those disquieting eyes had raked over Marc’s nearly nude frame every bit as much as the keeper of the gate’s had.  Marc knew for sure he was going to get fucked in this place but was feeling intimidated and out of his league.

They came to a door with the Warden’s name emblazed on a bubble-glass window and Hartmann ushered him into a small outer office.  From there he directed him to another entry which led directly into the Warden’s lair.   The man himself was seated behind his clean-topped desk.  Marc described the Warden as a big, but solid, mean-looking man whose eyes couldn’t hide his interest in seeing the nearly naked boy for the first time.  Hartmann was dismissed and reluctantly left the office.  Warden remained authoritative, chiding Marc for being such a “dirty young man” procuring sex in a public rest room.  Marc thought to set the record straight but then decided it would be wasted effort.  By the way the Warden’s eyes were glowing he figured the beefy man was aroused by the idea. 

When Warden ordered him to strip, Marc obliged.  There wasn’t much to lose, anyway.  Dropping his shorts and kicking off his flops he stood before the old man’s appraising eyes with his arms at his sides, not even attempting to camouflage his teen prick.  Warden directed him closer.  Then closer.  Soon he was behind the desk at the man’s side.  Warden’s dick was out.  And it was hard.  Without waiting for the command Marc dropped to his knees between the Warden’s thighs and went down on the dick.  He took it right down to the short curlies in one gulp.  The Warden was putty in his hands.  He gave the man a memorable suck job, chewed on his bloated balls, ate out his asshole and rode his cock.  When the Warden came in his boy pussy Marc shot a load all over the man’s shirt and tie.  Afterwards Warden fell back in the chair with a blissful look on his sweaty face.

As Marc groped the obvious bulge in his father’s crotch he confessed that was not the end of his prison ordeal.  Hartmann had come to retrieve him as the Warden attempted to collect himself, Marc revealed.  He had donned his slut shorts, slipped into his flops and been led out of the office by the arm.  Hartmann was a tall one with a lanky, wiry frame.  Marc had been struck again with the thought that this unshaven, casually dressed man hardly fit the mold of prison guard.  All at once Hartmann shoved him through a doorway only midway to the main staircase.  It was a place filled with boxes and random items, a storage room.  Hartmann spun Marc around, shoved him up against some shelving and yanked his shorts down.  Marc grabbed hold of the side supports of the shelving in front of him and provocatively thrust his muscle ass out at the bigger man.  Flexing his butt cheeks he detected the growl from the guard and the telltale sound of his zipper being undone. 

Avoiding the preliminaries Hartmann thrust his dick up into Marc’s cum-slickened pussy and proceeded to fuck like a madman.  Buck figured Marc didn’t mind that at all.  His boy was into a rough fuck every now and then.  Marc revealed that the grizzly guard had a big, uncut piece of meat that fit him just right.  Hartmann really slammed his pussy, cumming much sooner than Marc would have liked.  Hartmann stuffed himself back into his uniform pants, tossed Marc his shorts and roughly dragged him out of the room.  They approached a series of tall steel bars staffed by another guard.  This one looked Marc up and down, smiled knowingly and gave them entrance. 

Marc quickly realized he was in one of the prison’s cell blocks.  It had two stories; they were in the corridor of the upper.  It wasn’t time for lock down yet and the prisoners roamed about freely.  There were whistles and catcalls as Hartmann led Marc along the walkway.  Looking over the railing he could see the prisoners on the lower level looking up and making equally obscene gestures.  They were from all walks of life, Marc told his father.  White, black, Hispanic, old and young.  Uniforms were obviously not required in this facility, as they were dressed in khakis, jeans or sweats, t-shirts, tank tops or bare chested.  There were more tattoos, cheap prison ones, than Marc had ever seen before.  As he fished Buck’s hard cock out of his pants Marc confessed that he was frightened, although attempting not to let it show.

Hartmann led him to one cell in particular.  It was small, as expected, with a set of bunks along one wall and a sink and toilet adjacent.  The walls were covered with glossy magazine photos of nude women, some of them quite graphic.  Marc was shocked by one with a gorgeous blond model type with a huge set of hooters, seated with legs splayed open while a rat sniffed around her bald vagina.  A body stirred on the bottom bunk and its occupant came to a sitting position, interestedly observing Marc.

“Warden’s got a reward for you,” Hartmann told the prisoner through a sneer.  He shoved Marc forward and Marc, caught unawares, tumbled into the prisoner’s arms.  He was an ugly one, for sure.  Long, stringy hair.  Big, bulbous nose.  Cratered complexion.  Beetle-browed.  Bushy beard down to mid-chest.  Hairy arms and torso.  Flabby gut. 

“Flax here likes young ones, don’t you, Flax?”  Hartmann taunted.  “Raped two of ‘em.  Underage brothers.  Repeatedly.  Left ‘em bleedin’ and nearly dead.  Flax been in here, what is it, going on eight years?  Been a long time without fresh, young pussy, ain’t it, Flax?” 

Marc had dared not look but he felt the pedo’s eyes on him.  He thought to object but suddenly the grungy sicko was tossing him back on the mattress and atop him, grinding him with his pelvis and slobbering all over his face and neck with his wet, fetid lips.  “Go on and get it,” Hartmann encouraged.  “There’s your reward for good behavior.”  Marc fought.  Flax’s dirty hands were all over him, admiring his smooth, youthful flesh.  Marc’s zipper gave and a hand thrust into his shorts, grasping his teen cock which had betrayed him by growing hard.  

“I thought prisoners fucked each other all the time,” Marc told Buck.  “I mean, like, what other outlet do they have?  But this one obviously hadn’t gotten anything in a while.  Or, at least, not what he really wanted.  Those drooling lips were on mine, trying to force mine open.  I resisted, honestly I did, but he somehow shoved his tongue in my mouth and was kissing me hard while his hand was stroking my dick.”  At the same time Marc’s hand was sliding up and down Buck’s oozing prick.  “I didn’t really want to.  He was so grotesque and all.  But what else could I do?  So I started kissing him back.  Opened my mouth and really mashed lips.  Sucked on his tongue.  His mouth tasted like a toilet but I kept doing it.  It turned him on even more.  I guess he thought I was really into him.  I wasn’t, at least not yet.”

Next thing Marc knew he was being roughly flipped onto his belly, his shorts torn off and Flax was eating his teen ass.  Marc knew he must be leaking cum but Flax didn’t seem to mind.  In fact, by the salacious growling he was doing he liked tasting other men’s loads in his ass.  He ate like a hungry dog to a bowl of chow.  And then he was on top of Marc again, poking with his cock to find the hole.  When he did Marc saw stars.  Old Flax had a real fattie.  Maybe not terribly long, but thick as a wrestler’s wrist.  Marc could easily understand how those poor teen boys had been ripped.  Marc, though, was no newbie and swiftly acclimated to its size.

“Boy, you could tell he was over the moon,” Marc went on.  “And, I have to admit, so was I.  My face was mashed in the pillow, so it’s not like I had to look at him.  But that dick felt so fuckin’ good.  He didn’t let up, just kept fuckin’ and fuckin’ with all his might.  Grabbed me by the hair one time and yanked my head up but Hartmann stepped in and made him chill.  But that didn’t stop the forcefulness of his fucking.  When he came he let out a shout so loud it rocked the bars of that cell.  And he sure came a lot.  I mean, I knew he was a sick pedo and all, but I sort of felt sorry for him.”

Buck’s thick cock trembled in Marc’s grip.  Swallowing hard he prodded.  “What happened then?”

Marc shrugged.  “Hartmann---Ralph was his first name---he took me from cell to cell.   I sucked, jeez, I don’t know how many convict cocks and got fucked over and over.  It was awesome!   They all worshipped me.  It was like on the basketball court, you know, when the fans are cheering me on.  Nobody tried to hurt me.  Oh, some of them got a little rough, but that was okay.  I’m tough, I can take it.  No bruises, so I’m good.  Warden saw me at the gate before I left and invited me back anytime.  Told him I’d like to, but I was going away to college.  Maybe when I come back home on break.”

Buck’s cock was about to burst from his son’s true confession.  He took Marc by the back of the neck and pushed him down to his dick, which Marc instantly gobbled up and deep-throated clear through ejaculation. 

His nasty little boy, Buck thought.  He wasn’t too crazy about Marc’s prison romp.  So many things could have gone wrong in a cell block full of convicted sex offenders.  From the sound of things, the guard Hartmann wouldn’t have been of much help if things had gone sideways.  But it sure was hot hearing the replay.  Thankfully, Marc survived unscathed.  And Chief Schneider would be kept at bay.  For a while, at least.

That had been a few weeks ago.  Now, with Marc’s imminent departure, Ralph’s Bar was gearing up for the final throw down.  All the usual suspects had been invited to the private party.  It would commence at eight p.m. and conclude when the last guest had blown his cork.  The “contribution” would remain at the usual fifty dollars, but the Hauser’s were running a special on this monumental night.  If a father brought his son, the younger version of him got in free.  It was a buy one, get one sort of deal.  The idea had been Marc’s, who wanted to bond with some of his special buddies before he went away.

Unsurprisingly Hank Rochester, his bosom buddy Jakub Novotny and Clyde Clemmons were the early birds.  Hank had just turned seventy and the other two weren’t all that far behind.  All three were widowers.  And glad for it.  They showed up a bit before seven, hopefully to get first dibs.  Besides, nine o’clock was snooze time for all of them.  Over the first of those two beers he nursed each night Hank, wrinkled as a raisin and nearly toothless suggested Buck offer a senior discount, then slapped his knee and cackled at his own proposal.  Buck leaned on one muscular forearm across the bar top, smiled crookedly and winked.  “Tell ya what, Hank.  Ten dollars off.‘’  Then, putting a finger to his lips, “But don’t tell anybody else.”

“WHOOOOO-EEEEEE!” Hank stomped his feet on the floor and lost a bit of beer from his mug.  The other two grinned from ear to ear.  At their age, ten bucks was a big deal. 

Shortly after they were joined by Joe Stankowitz, the grizzled garage proprietor.  Stank was an ornery old coot the same age as Hank with an equal number of deep creases and crinkles on his weathered face.  Jakub, already forgetting Buck’s warning, whispered to Joe that tonight seniors were getting a discount.  Stank was all for it and remarked that he was really going to miss young Marc stopping by his garage from time to time.  The others understood his regret well.

The door swung inward again and Buck looked up from his prep work to see doofy postal carrier Clayton Hoyt.  Clayt had a nervous, birdlike quality about him that set him off from the others.  He timidly waved a hand to the Old Men’s Club and went over to the bar to order something strong.  If it hadn’t been for spying Clayton sneaking out of the Hauser home that day Buck might never have uncovered his son’s favorite pastime.   According to Marc the goober had a giant dick.  At least Clayton had been blessed in one way because he certainly didn’t have anything else going for him.  It was surprising that he’d gotten out for the night; Mrs. Hoyt kept him on a tight leash. 

As Buck was pouring Clayton his particular choice of poison co-bartender Axel arrived with regular barfly Nanook.  The two had returned in Nook’s van with the catering order Buck had placed earlier in the day.  Nanook was a muscular, scary looking guy who worked at one of the nearby factories.  Buck figured he must be close to seven feet tall!  Next to him, long-haired and tattooed biker Axel looked almost puny. 

The two brought in the grub and the three of them laid their purchase out on the bar top.  Finger food consisting of mini-sandwiches, cold cuts and rolls, crackers and assorted cheeses were supplied by Thom’s Deli down by the industrial area where most of Ralph’s clientele worked.  Buck wasn’t sure if Marc had ever done business owner Thom, but the man sure made a tasty enough looking spread.  Buck regretted not having invited the man.  It would have been one more fifty for the kitty. 

As it got closer to the eight o’clock hour more partiers began straggling in.  Bobby Bonerz, always a regular, unsurprisingly showed up.  The Hadley brothers, Tommy and Lucas, two of the many Buck’s slut wife had fucked arrived with Tommy’s son Darren.  They weren’t the only ones taking advantage of the father/son special.  Frank Warren was there with his son, Marc’s best buddy Billy, and his brother-in-law Vic, with his boy Kyle.  Long-time friends Sammy Hodges and black Eugene Taylor brought along their boys, Bryan and Darnell; Clyde Whithers had his son Jason; Tom Dunlap and Joey; Douglas Brewster and Harley; Chet Howell and Gordy;  and Stu Johnson and Ricky, father and brother of Marc’s sometimes girl Becky.  Buck had reluctantly extended invitations to both Otis Williams and Rick Bramble, both appearing with their sons, the Williams boys Elijah and Kareem and surly Gage Bramble. 

Dickie Amalfatano brought his kid, Louie, and his buddy Dom Marino.  Ivan, former driver and now sole heir to the estate of deceased Marek Stankovich, arrived with the gift of a case of expensive champagne.  He was another Buck didn’t much care for but was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.  Denny Burkhardt had driven his rig down from Canada just to be here to wish his favorite fuck boy Marc well.  Of course Georgie Hilliard appeared, impeccably groomed as usual and instantly latching onto handsome Will Hutchins, who he desired even more than Marc.  By half past the hour the bar was filled with raucous men sampling the buffet and downing drinks, hardly aware their sons were draining their bottle.  But still no Marc.

Just when Buck was becoming concerned the guest of honor arrived.  Amid much cheering, back-slapping, fist-bumping and hugging Marc was greeted by his fans.  His trim, youthfully muscular body was adorned in his basketball uniform: tank top with the team’s name and his number, loose silk shorts which ended just above the knee and no-show socks inside all-white sneaks.  Marc expressed delight at seeing so many of his buddies present.  He talked with them a short while before Buck clanged the bell above the bar which usually signaled “last call” but was now meant to gain everyone’s attention.

“First off, I want to thank you all for coming out tonight,” he began.  “Many of you have known Marc since the time he was born.  I’m sure that you’re almost as proud of my son as I am myself that he is furthering his education, something most of us didn’t have the opportunity to do.  While I know you will miss having him around as much as I will, I know that you will join me in wishing Marc well on his exciting new journey.”  Raising his glass of Johnny Walker, “Here’s to Marc.  May he be as successful as he wants to be.”

All saluted Marc, who graciously waved them off.  Climbing atop the table surrounded by the town’s old-timers he replied, “Thank you, Dad.  And thank all of you.  Sure gonna miss all of you, too.”  In short seconds he stripped off his shirt, tossed it into the crowd, and dropped his shorts.  “Now let’s get this party started!”  All cheered, some tapping glasses or beer bottles against those of the fellow next to them.  Since Marc was in the midst of the oldsters and knew the hour was growing late for them, he hopped off the table and, on all fours, crawled under.  He didn’t need to see their faces; he could tell by footwear and pants who was who.  Decisions were tough but he settled on the orthopedic shoes and faded sweatpants of Jakub Novotny.  His hands flew to the waist band of those pants, untied the knot securing them high on Jakub’s waist and pulled the front down to expose the old timer’s genitals. 

“Whoo-eee!” Jakub smacked his lips and sucked his dentures back into place.  “Looks like I’m gettin’ first dibs.

“Fuck you!” his buddy Hank replied, taking a drag of his Old Milwaukee and groping his crotch with his free hand.  Damn that Jake, gettin’ his old pecker takin’ care of first.  Hank figured it should have been him, since he was the oldest in the room.

For an old dude, Jakub’s gnarled root was standing proud in no time.  Marc licked the pulsing erection and kissed the head before going down on it.  Jakub didn’t have a whole lot, at least not as much as some of the other assembled studs, but Marc eagerly serviced those six inches.  He bobbed his head up and down, careful not to bang against the underside of the table, fully aware that Jake was a quick shooter.  It was why he selected him first.  True to form, in a matter of a short few minutes, Jake shot watery sperm into Marc’s working mouth.  The crowd, at least those paying any attention, cheered the old man for getting his nut. 

Wasting nary a moment, Marc scooted over between Clyde Clemmons’ thighs.  Old Clyde was a hair younger than Jakub and about half an inch longer, but had a knob for a head.  Marc proceeded to give that crown a nice, wet bath, swirling his tongue around and under the rim while he jerked the shaft.  Clyde’s meat pulsed appreciatively in his grasp.  Those standing over Clyde’s shoulder had a bird’s eye view of the cute teen working the old man’s meat.  Clyde had a huge grin across his sagging face.  Turning in Hank’s direction he commented on what a fine cocksucker Buck had raised, further inciting the other man’s frustration.  That’s twice now the boy had snubbed him.  Would fuckin’ Joe be next and him left for last?

Marc took Clyde’s dick head into his throat while he voraciously sucked on the hot, pulsing shaft.  Clyde managed to scoot lower on the seat, providing Marc with more room to work.  The boy didn’t really need it, he was barely moving.  He had Clyde’s dick enveloped in his hot, wet mouth which was like some sort of milking machine.  The kid’s face was in his overgrown bush and he was just sucking away.  It was far better than the mechanism Clyde had purchased some time after his wife’s death.  Marc’s throat kept contracting and constricting against his buried meat, squeezing him into orgasmic release. In short order Clyde came with a shudder and girl-like cry, his face gone red as a beet and his heart rate thundering.  Marc didn’t stop siphoning until the last of Clyde’s seed had been sown. 

Hank was about jealous as an old fart could be, observing his two supposed besties getting their rocks off while he sat there with a bad case of blue balls.  If’n Marc didn’t do him next he was going to be mighty pissed.  Marc must have sensed his impatience because suddenly the boy’s hands were on the fly of his Goodwill hand-me-downs and hauling out his seventy-year-old prick and long, dangling balls.

“Tee-hee-hee,” Hank snickered through his nearly toothless gums, “He was jest warmin’ hisself up with you old farts.”    Hank’s hey-days may have long been over but his ole Johnson stood right up when someone, anyone, paid it a little attention.  And there weren’t many interested in romping with a toothless, scraggily whiskered coot like him.  Hank was already wondering what he was going to do without Marc around.  Maybe, just maybe, he could talk Buck or Ralph into whoring some other young thing in the bar.  Just not in the basement.  No matter how much his dick wanted it, his arthritic legs didn’t sit well with those damned stairs.

Marc was busily chewing on Hank’s balls.  Seemed to Marc the older a guy got the lower his sac drooped.  Hank’s was nearly halfway down his scrawny inner thighs.  Marc lapped at the sagging sac, watching Hank’s septuagenarian prick rise to full mast.  Marc imagined Hank was mighty popular back in his day for he sported at least eight hard inches.  Marc busied himself sucking on the old man’s big, hanging ball bag, pausing every now and then to pluck a wiry white hair from between his teeth.  Hank’s throbber was pulsating heavily and looked like it was already at the point of blowing its load.

The night was young, but Marc had a lot of dick to feast upon so he quickly sunk down on Hank’s tool, devouring all eight inches.  “Gawd damn!  You see that, fellas?  He’s swallowed the whole thing!”  Hank announced, looking quickly from one face to another.  “Even Mabel, rest her nit-pittin’ soul, could never do that!”  He chuckled lecherously as the teen scarfed up his ancient meat.  The others at the table who had already gotten off---all except for Joe, that is---were cheering Hank on and drawing more onlookers to the scene.  Daddy Buck was sort of proud that his son showed such kindness to the elderly.

Marc sucked on the tasty stalk, not at all repulsed by the bursts of piss the geezer occasionally produced.  Hank had a bit of an incontinence problem, not at all uncommon for a man of his years.  Marc didn’t mind in the slightest.  Being used as a urinal titillated his taste buds and heightened his teenage arousal.   The boy repeatedly dove down on the oldster’s dick, came back up and journeyed down again.  Hank’s scrawny thighs shivered and his dangling ball bag drew up, as much as it could, alerting Marc that they were both about to receive their reward.

Hank shuddered all over, groaned and shot.  His head rolled over the back of the chair, eyes spinning in their sockets and tongue lolling out from his mouth.  Some feared the old fuck was suffering a coronary.  If he was, this was one heck of a way to go.  Aged cum erupted from his dick with surprising force, creaming the interior of Marc’s loving mouth.  Marc milked it to the last drop and then, without hesitation, shifted over between Joe’s spindly legs within their grimy garage overalls.  Joe already had his dick out and ready.  With a few swipes from Marc’s tongue it was at its full eight and ready for attention.  Joe had a long, slim one with a wide mushroom crown.  Big heavy balls, too, hanging low as if burdened by their weight and spiked with a combo of gray and white hairs. 

As Marc went to work on him Joe placed one hand atop the good boy’s head while the other dangled down to the side, the ever-present lit cigarette between his grease-stained fingers.  A trail of smoke wafted under the table and up Marc’s nostrils as he buried Joe’s meat in his gullet.  Whereas Marc had never intentionally indulged in tobacco the dirty scent of it on a mechanic like Joe, or those factory workers who imbibed, seemed manly and appropriate.  Besides, having worked the basement of this place for well over a year, he was quite used to it.

Marc bottomed out in Joe’s crusty old bush again and again.  Yup, even Joe smelled a bit pissy down there, although he wasn’t offering Marc a taste.  At least, not yet.  His long, slim shaft was easily edible but it was the wide, ripe mushroom that really intrigued Marc.  He loved the feel of it going deep down into his throat almost as much as up his ass.  His mouth created a vacuum around the length of Joe’s meat as he rapidly slid up and down on it, steadily increasing the tempo until he was ramming his face down on the old man’s groin.  There were catcalls of encouragement from those gathered behind Joe.  Clyde had hunkered down to take a peek under the table and got a true porn view of the goings on.  He shook his head in dismay.  It was hard to believe this nice, polite young man was such a ravenous cocksucker.

While Joe would like to have taken a turn at Marc’s pussy the kid was doing such a wicked number on his old Johnson that he just couldn’t help himself.  Clenching his teeth (what was left of them) he emitted a drawn-out bellow and shot off clear down into Marc’s esophagus.  Cheers erupted, some were toasting him and others slapping his back while Marc sucked him dry and then politely licked his dick clean.  They all thought him an ornery old coot who’d now hobble off to crawl into bed, like Jakub and Hank looked ready to do.  Joe chuckled to himself.  Little did they know he’d brought a couple of his hard-on pills and planned to get himself a piece of ass before the night was through. 

Suddenly big, strong hands grasped Marc by the ankles and rudely dragged him out from under the table.  Burly arms lifted the boy and tossed him belly up across the table’s surface.  The force of the landing had tucked in his knees and raised his legs.  Marc lifted his head, looked between his spread limbs and practically gasped when he saw the giant Nanook.   Marc never knew for sure but he would swear the intimidating factory worker was a good seven feet tall.    He was a strong man with a muscular, hairy body built from years of hard labor.  With bushy, unkempt hair, unibrow, wide nose and fleshy lips he wasn’t an attractive sort but stripped bare he was any bottom boy’s dream come true.  ‘Nook’s thick nostrils flared with heavy breathing as he slipped out of his bibbed work overalls and hefted his gigantic cock. 

There was much good-natured hooting and hollering from the spectators when ‘Nook unveiled his manhood.  Although most had heard stories of the legendary piece few had actually seen it before.  It was one of the wonders of the world, a massive club of indeterminate length and width better suited for a beast than a man.  The shaft was gnarled with huge, pulsing veins which spread in haphazard fashion from a root-like trunk to the thick cowl of foreskin hanging over a super-sized peeking cockhead.  The heavy cord on the underside of the bestial thing had the girth of two brawny fingers.  Bull balls were tucked up between his massive thighs.  Huge and heavy, it was a wonder the hairy sac wasn’t drawn down with the burden of its weight. 

‘Nook snapped his beefy, calloused fingers and best buddy Rand Hawkins produced a jar of amyl which he introduced to Marc.  Crouching behind the boy at the opposite end of the table he held Marc’s head in the crook of his muscular arm and brought the euphoric drug under Marc’s nostrils.  Behind the bar Axel elbowed Buck to draw his attention to the action.  Whereas Buck generally frowned upon drug use of any kind there was always an exception.

“The boy’s gonna need it to manage that fuckin’ thing,” he told the pony-tailed middle-aged biker.

Axel shook his head and whistled low.  “Hope it doesn’t ruin him for the night.  I was plannin’ to get myself one last piece afore your boy goes bye-bye.”

Buck had little doubt there would be any problem.  It wasn’t as if this was the first time ‘Nook had fucked his boy.  Marc had been sore after that virgin journey but quickly rebounded and resumed fucking in a few short days.   Since then ‘Nook had been doing him on a fairly regular basis; had sometimes spent half his paycheck before the week was out.  Getting banged by the giant would only loosen Marc’s pussy up a bit so he could more easily take on two, maybe three, of these horndogs at a time.  His truly amazing boy was as much a slut as his errant mother.

Rand handed the ogre a pump bottle of lube, one of several planted around the room, and Nanook greased up his club.  The huge thing looked even more formidable glistening with the lubricant.  ‘Nook pumped a healthy dose directly on the puckered target, smeared it around with two fingers and then sunk them into the boy’s pussy.   Just one of Nanook’s digits would have equaled a pair from another man.  It was obvious from the flush of his skin that Marc was feeling the intoxicating effect of the amyl.  He cooed and floundered about on the tabletop as ‘Nook fingered him.  Bearded Rand grinned maliciously, still maintaining something of a headlock on the boy and holding the amyl at the ready. 

By now Nanook had his big snout poised and ready to strike.  The monster slipped out of its sheath, sniffed out pussy and lunged.  Marc’s breath caught when it punched through his sphincter and invaded his asshole.  While smiling lecherously, Rand supplied the boy with another dose of poppers.  ‘Nook didn’t even need to guide his cock; it already knew the way.  Inch upon inch steadily and hastily it wormed its way through the boy’s canal of love.  Marc was in a state of euphoria.  The drug gave him such a warm, sensual feeling and thoroughly relaxed his anal muscles, allowing Nanook to drive into him undeterred. 

Nanook clenched his jaw, threw back his head and emitted a roar when the entirety of his manhood was encased in Marc’s pussy.  There were cheers from some; looks of awe from others.  It was impossible that anyone could have taken the entire length, but Marc had.  The kid was a marvel!  Behind the bar Buck was wide-eyed with concern.  Although he knew this wasn’t Marc’s virgin journey on ‘Nook’s club he couldn’t help but be a bit anxious.  That dick of his was hideously large.  Buck couldn’t figure where it all had gone.  By rights the enlarged head must be poking into the boy’s sternum!  As troubled as he was he couldn’t control the beat of his own hardon as it surged against the front of his jeans. 

Biker Axel had one eye on the action, the other on the beer he was drawing from tap.  Clucking his tongue, he told Buck, “Shee-it!  ‘Nook shoulda held off ‘til last.  With the dick on him he’s gonna ruin that pussy boy for the rest of us.”

Marc could feel the huge cock pulsing maddeningly inside of him.  And then it was drawing back.  He lifted his head in the cradle of Rand’s arm and watched as the gigantic ass-wrecker evacuated his hole.  Cripes, those big earthworm veins looked as if they were filled with creepy, crawly things by the way the blood surged through them.  His insides were being sucked out by the withdrawing shaft.  When the ridge of the head got caught by Marc’s sphincter, instead of popping it out Nanook dramatically hesitated.  Some held their breath; others urged him onward.  Marc waited in anticipation of the next strike.  Nanook cruelly hesitated and then, when all least expected it, he slammed his hips forward and shoved every bit of himself back into the stretched pussy.  This time he didn’t rest.  Nanook proceeded to fuck Marc with one gut-wrenching thrust after another.

Marc reached out to encircle Rand’s hairy wrist on the arm wrapped around his throat and held for dear life.  Rand was being stingy with the amyl, sadistically wanting the teen to feel that humongous cock causing damage.  He enjoyed Marc’s wordless begging.  The effects of amyl only last for seconds to minutes, depending upon the tolerance of each person, and Rand was reasonably certain Marc was on his own.  He wanted the kid to feel the powerhouse chugging through his fuck tunnel.  Marc was squirming and heaving uncomfortably, but there was no escape from these two studs.  In past encounters with ‘Nook it had been he, Marc, in charge.  He had posted on that colossal cock while Nanook was either seated or lying down and taken as much as he could possibly handle.  But now ‘Nook was in the driver’s seat.  And he had the pedal to the metal. 

Marc thrashed about, tossing his head from one side to the other as he gnashed his teeth and cried out.  There were a few who felt sorry for young Marc, but the general population was cheering ‘Nook onward.  At ‘Nook’s direction Rand acquiesced and allowed Marc another long snort of amyl.  Almost immediately he was enveloped by its warm, sensual effect.  Nanook’s battering ram suddenly felt wholly awesome!  From behind Rand brought his face down to Marc’s, covered the boy’s mouth with his own and fed him tongue.  Marc opened wide and voraciously ate Rand’s bearded face.  He tasted of beer and cigarettes, but Marc didn’t care.  Rand kissed him hard and manly and sent his tongue to the back of Marc’s maw.  Marc probed inside the man’s mouth with his own licker, sucking really hard on his tongue.  The kiss was rough, raunchy and brutal, just like the pounding of Nanook’s prick.

Rand pulled back, rose from his squatting positon and wiped the back of a hand across his face.  Unzipping, he dropped his trousers to the floor and released his straining erection.  Grabbing a fistful of Marc’s hair, he pulled his head back and unceremoniously shoved his dick into the boy’s mouth.  Taking the boy by the sides of his face he savagely fucked in and out.  Marc’s throat muscles were already relaxed, clearing the way for Rand to thoroughly skewer him.  Certainly not as humongous as Nanook, Rand had a large enough tool to pleasure a cock hungry boy like Marc.  He and ‘Nook were both pounding hard, from both ends, causing Marc to moan with gladness. 

Marc blew first.  Who wouldn’t, with the cock from hell up their ass?  As impressive bolts of boy cream shout out of dick and clear across his heaving chest Nanook bellowed loudly, ground his beefsteak into the formerly uncharted depths of the kid’s puss, and spewed seed.  Rand heaved even harder against Marc’s face.  Watching his buddy ‘Nook in a state of glory quickly worked him up to the boiling point.  Shoving his pelvis flush against the boy’s mouth he tossed back his head, groaned loudly and slimed Marc’s throat.

Soon as Nanook dismounted muscle-bound Italian Dickie Amalfatano shoved his son Louie forward.  Louie was all of nineteen and as muscled-up as his dad.  Louie liked to fuck---girls, that is.  He was a good-looking boy, although a bit short with the smarts.  He got his fair share of pussy, was a fuck-em-and-dump-em kind of teen.  Never once thought of fucking another dude, but when his father confidentially told him what was happening at Ralph’s Bar tonight he was curious enough about the high school sports champ to find out for himself. 

Observing the kid taking dick the way Marc had was enough to have Louie’s meat at attention.  As he stumbled forward, at his father’s prodding, he dropped his summer shorts and stepped up to the plate.  Grabbing his hardon around the base he directed it to Marc’s pussy hole and thrust inside.  All seven inches sunk inside with one shot.  Louie’s eyes shot wide, his mouth gaped and he gasped.  He’d been in lots of pussy but never ass before.  This felt totally unlike what he had imagined.  It was fucking divine!  Was almost like pussy, but better.  He’d expected asshole to be strangling tight but instead it was loose enough.  It was little wonder, considering the gigantic pole that had just excavated the hole.  As his teenhood lay there in the enjoyable wet warmth of this high school kid Louie felt the steaming entrails lovingly gathering around his randy dick.  His muscular legs grew weak and he thought for a moment that he might topple atop the other boy.  It felt sooooooo good!

Shouts of encouragement from his father drew Louie out of his reverie.  Taking hold of Marc by the sides of his hips he started to fuck with youthful fury.  Again and again he pulled out and slammed in.  His ethnically hairy groin loudly slapped against Marc’s taint with each thrust.  Drained, Rand stepped away and afforded Marc a gander at the latest benefactor.  His emerald eyes flared when he saw it was Louie Amalfatano.  Louie had been one year ahead of him at school and was a well-known pussy hound. 

“You like my fuckin’ dick, Marc?” Louie managed through his rowdy exertions.

“Fuck yeah!” Marc gushed.  “Fuck that ass, Louie!”

“Gonna make you my bitch,” the Italian lad snarled.   All the others gathered in the bar might have something to say about that, Marc thought.  But Louie was cute, macho and fucked like a charging bull so he wasn’t about to debate the point.  Besides, there was a hard dick bobbing above his head desiring some attention.  Allowing his head to fall back Marc looked up past the adult cock and into the face of the boy’s father, Dickie.  Grabbing the stiff cock, Marc brought it down to his mouth and gobbled up the fat head. 

“Ah, fuck!” Louie breathily exclaimed upon witnessing the hot action between Marc and his father.  Dickie had confessed to Louie during one of their father/son jack off sessions that he was tapping Marc’s ass but seeing his dad going at it up close was a blast!  Louie began rabbit-fucking Marc with increased ardor. 

Dominic Marino and Dickie Amalftano had been paesano for years.  They worked together, they attended sporting events, they drank together and they often fucked together.  Not each other, of course.  With a third in attendance getting a double dose of hot Italian sausage.  As such, Dom stepped up across from Dickie, hauled out his beef steak and slapped it against Marc’s cheek.  Knowing the code, Marc spat out Dickie’s dick and gobbled down Dom’s.  Both buddies were nicely hung with a hefty sac of spicy meatballs hanging below.  Marc hung onto Dom’s hairy sac as he deep-throated his adult dick.  At the first taste of seminal fluid he came off the cock and turned back to Dickie, giving him similar treatment.  Back and forth he went from one cock to the other, offering both studs equal time as Louie hot dogged his asshole. 

Having fooled around with his buddies for years Marc learned that fellow teens got so excited, fucked so fast, that they came much quicker than their adult counterparts.  Such was the case with Louie.  After fucking as if he was running a race he began the tell-tale panting, the glazed other-worldly look came over his eyes and his youthfully muscular frame went rigid.  With a shrill cry one would hardly expect from a teen stud like himself, Louie blasted off in Marc’s already-soaked pussy.  

There were a few other notable facts about active teens.  They came a lot and were quickly ready to go at it again.  Louie was certainly no exception.  He fucked himself through at least seven or eight ejaculations and kept on going.  It was his first---but most likely not last---shot at guy-ass and he wasn’t quitting any time soon.  He hoped all guy’s pussies were like Marc’s, especially with him going away and all, because he had quickly developed a thing for male ass.  While his father had lewdly confessed to tapping Marc’s ass, he didn’t relate how damned good it was.  Sure better than girl pussy any time. 

Louie wasn’t even thinking about cunt now.  All his concentration was focused on how impressive it felt plowing into Marc’s championship pussy.   Marc’s twat squeezed and squashed his prick, enticing him to fuck even harder and faster.  He could feel all his teen babies sloshing around his prick as he churned them up inside the other boy.  Once or twice he had thought he’d gotten a cunt pregnant but with Marc that wasn’t a problem.  Didn’t have to wear those intolerable condoms or worry about pulling out in time.  The bareback sensation, and shooting off in a warm clutching puss with no worries, was the only way to go!  He could kick himself for not having gone after Marc when daddy first made his confession.   If only he had known it could be like this!

Like best buds they were, Dickie and Dominick were working at fucking Marc’s mouth simultaneously.  They had their big Italian cock heads resting against one another and pushing into his widespread maw.  Marc was able to take a few inches, would have been able to manage both if they were in a better position.  While they jointly violated his mouth he lovingly stroked the remaining inches. 

Louie was quickly working up to his second orgasm.  His teen dick was a blur as it ripped in and out of Marc’s sloshy pussy.  Dickie was proud of the way his son was taking command of Marc’s ass.  He fucked that Hauser slut hard, slapping his groin against the spread of the athlete’s legs and letting all know who was in command.  From experience Dickie knew Marc was admirably taking it.  He had rough-fucked that slot enough times himself. 

Louie’s face suddenly flushed.  His eyes cast, unseeing, up over the heads of Dickie and Dom and he let out a long, rising wail.  His youthful Italian body shuddered, tits looked like they were about to pop off his smooth chest and he blasted his follow-up release into Marc.  Observing his offspring cum set Dickie’s dicky off.  With deep grunts and groans of his own he dumped waves of rich cum into Marc’s sucking mouth.  His buddy’s dick spewing his load next to his own reminded Dom of the time they had double fucked Sheila Larsen, former secretary in the office down at the plant.  Both their cocks were up her cunt when they came at the same time and, although he never let on to Dickie, Dom loved the sensation of Dickie’s meat against his own and the warmth of his thick cum as it erupted in her puss.  Now, in Marc, felt almost the same.  Maybe better.  Dom quickly found himself shooting his salty spunk right along with Dickie, loading Marc’s throat to the max with their comingled cum.

Louie had barely unsaddled when surly Gage Bramble muscled his way through the crowd, Marlboro cigarette dangling from the corner of his cruel lips.  It appeared that the teens were now showing their elders how to fuck one of their own.  As usual, Gage was all in black.  Black t-shirt, black jeans, black motorcycle boots, even his longish hair was nearly black.  A thick linked chain led from one belt loop and attached to the wallet in his back pocket.  He was the epitome of the local town hood.  Unzipping his fly he shucked his pants down to mid-thigh and released his Bramble man-sized cock.  Daddy Buck shifted uncomfortably behind the bar.  He didn’t cotton to Gage Bramble at all, considered him nothing but trouble.  A real chip off the old block.  Although aware that Marc had gotten laid by both Gage and his jailbird father he wasn’t sure he could handle watching Rick Bramble joining his son and teaming up on Marc.  Rick had his eye on the action and was contemplating.  Thinking quickly, Buck sat another drink down in front of Rick as a distraction.  The only thing Rick liked better than fucking was alcohol.  Many were the times Buck had to cut him off and toss him out of the bar.  At least if Rick got rowdy this evening Buck would have a good deal of back-up in dealing with the low lifer from the other side of the tracks. 

Gage took hold of Marc by the haunches, dragged him closer to the edge of the table and mounted him.  With one hard thrust he shoved his big cock all the way in and began fucking fast and furious.  There weren’t many townsfolk who gave a rat’s ass for the Brambles, but at the moment they were giving Gage more encouragement than he needed.  Marc had the back of his head cradled in his hands, elbows outstretched to the sides as he maintained eye contact with Gage.  The other boy dragged on his cigarette as he fucked, squeezing one eye shut to avoid the trail of smoke rising from it.  Marc watched the ash drop from the end and trail down onto his prone body.  Although he knew his father didn’t approve, Marc would sorely miss Gage and his manly dick. 

Gage rammed the full-length of his meat into Marc again and again.  Lengthy, it certainly was.  He fucked hard, deep and fast.  Marc’s dick noticeably throbbed each time Gage bottomed out inside him.  Gage continued to plow him, thrusting every bit of himself gut deep and then yanking back out.  Marc was getting royally fucked by the brooding lout and loving every moment of it.  He fleetingly wondered where Gage’s sidekick, grungy Jay Kovacs was.  Obviously absent or he would have had his unwashed cock down Marc’s throat by now.  A good time with Gage and Jay was always deliciously dirty. 

Ralph’s appearance at the bar was hardly noticed by the patrons and participants.  Too busy drinking, chatting, shooting darts or centered on the floor show to see the proprietor show up with a young man in tow.  Ralph shook hands, slapped shoulders and eased his way through the throng with the ethnic-looking boy close behind.  When that one saw what was transpiring on the table in the middle of the room his chocolate eyes flared with interest. 

Axel and Buck were busily serving the customers as Ralph elbowed his way up to the bar.  Spying him, Buck served up Ralph’s drink of choice and brought it over to him.  “Business doin’ good,” Ralph shouted over the roar in the busy place.  It always was when Marc was “performing”.  Ralph wondered if his place would ever do anywhere near as good after the boy went off to college. 

Buck nodded toward Ralph’s companion, who seemed more interested in looking over his shoulder and over the crowd at the two teens fucking.  “Who’s this?”

Ralph put a big hand on the young man’s shoulder and squeezed, gaining his attention.  “Why, Buck, you don’t remember my son, Rafael?  Raf, you remember ole Buck, don’t you?”  The boy merely shrugged, disinterested.

Buck leaned on his massive, hairy forearms on the bar top and whistled.  “Last time I seen him he was a little guy.  They sure grow up fast, don’t they?”  Buck knew the story of Ralph and his son.  Near everyone in town did.  All those years back Ralph had knocked up a wild and tempestuous senorita.  They never married.  She didn’t want him and he certainly didn’t want her.  To his credit, Ralph provided financial aid although he was in no way a father to the boy.  Their relationship was strained and they rarely saw each other.  On the few times they connected Ralph could see that young Rafael was growing up as wild and uncontained as his mother, who’d managed to have two more bambinos out of wedlock.  A recent knockdown, drag out fight with her latest beau brought Rafael to his estranged father’s home for a short while until things cooled down.

Young Rafael’s eyes were glued to the two teens, probably his age or near enough, fucking in plain sight.  Rafael liked to fuck.  He’d fuck just about anything.  And had since he was pre-teen.  Mami didn’t know but he’d once fucked one of her boyfriends.  With his mixture of Cherokee, Croatian and Puerto Rican ethnicity he was a striking young man with a fine piece of randy dick hanging between his legs.  Right now that dick was tapping at the front of his worn, faded jeans and anxious to play. 

Stepping away from the bar Rafael stealthily and confidently made his way through the assemblage of horny men.  Ralph saw where his boy was headed but did nothing to block him.  Rafael was a young hothead and not to be controlled.  Raf paused beside Gage, stripped off his t-shirt revealing a lean, bronzed torso, and admired the other ruffian’s technique.  He instantly knew they had a great deal in common.  Gage was so intent on battering Marc’s pussy that he failed to notice the interested spectator.  His big teen dick pounded the other boy, eliciting grunts and groans of pleasure from Marc.  Whereas Gage was oblivious, from his vantage point Marc had instantly seen the ethnic boy’s approach.  There was something familiar about him, as if they’d crossed paths many years before. 

Just as he was about to fight Gage for a piece the Bramble boy began panting frantically.  All those watching recognized the signs.  Gage’s muscular body shook and twitched as he drove his cock up into Marc and shot his wad.  It seemed as if the boy in the saddle would never finish unloading and Rafael was growing antsy.  His teen meat was out, throbbing with lust and ready to do damage. 

When he felt the final pulse from the dick Marc reached out and ran his hands up Gage’s strong and sweaty chest.  The normally dark, deep-set eyes of the Neanderthal featured boy had the unmistakable look of a lost pup.  Tough-guy Gage Bramble, who had tormented him in their early teens, was already feeling his absence.  Gage began to lean forward, as if drawn by a force larger than him, and Marc felt certain the other boy meant to press those thick, usually cruel lips to his own.  But, at the crucial moment, he snapped back.  Probably with the realization that a good number of the locals---and his father---were watching his every move.  The other boy, the darker skinned one, was tapping Gage on the shoulder as if they were at a school dance and he wanted to cut in.  Gage, visibly shaken, stepped back and Rafael moved into place. 

This one was definitely no-nonsense.  Swiftly he slid Marc back across the wobbly table, stripped out of his baggy jeans and climbed atop.  Marc automatically lifted his legs, offering up his pussy while Rafael got into push-up position.  With hands to either side of the fairer skinned boy his juicy ethnic cock sought out the pleasure hole.  With the thrust of his trim hips eight broad inches, the best gift his fair-weather dad had ever given him, shot through Marc’s cummy fuck canal and went balls deep with one gut-wrenching shove.   Rafael pounded Marc mercilessly, plunging in and out of him in a breakneck pace.  Marc tossed his head from side to side, biting his lower lip and clawing at the tabletop as the boy savagely violated him. 

With his face hovering directly over Marc’s Rafael breathed heavily.  “Ya remember me?”  When Marc shook his head Rafael revealed, “I’m Ralph’s boy, Rafael.  When we were kids we used to play together whenever the old man would let me visit.  If I’d have known you were a pussy boy I’d have been fucking you then.”   Marc’s eyes momentarily flared.  Now it was clear.  He’d thought the boy looked familiar.  Now he knew. 

“Gonna turn your asshole into pussy,” Rafael grunted as he heaved full force into Marc.

Across the room daddy Ralph was observing his son battering hell out of Marc’s puss.  While they might not have much else in common, when it came to fucking father and son were the same.  Ralph liked to tear up pussy, too.  Buck rested a strong forearm on the bar, pausing a moment to also watch the action.  “Looks like you should’ve been bringin’ your boy around more often,” he mused.  Ralph merely grunted in response. 

Georgie Hilliard had managed to coax Will Hutchin’s beautiful boner out of concealment and was lovingly stroking its admirable length.  He appeared to be making headway with the handsome stud.  A raucous uprising from those gathered around the main event momentarily diverted his attention.  When Georgie saw it was his randy nephew Rafael fucking Marc he felt a tinge of jealousy.   Ralph would probably kill them both if he ever knew that Rafael had been fucking his uncle Georgie on each of his erratic visits for years.  When a guy got fucked by that kid he still felt it for weeks afterward.  Georgie’s hole was fluttering with memories.  With any amount of luck he would soon have Will’s weapon excavating his hole and relieving his tension. 

Young Rafael was a true powerhouse fucking down into Marc’s upturned ass.  His big boy cock frenziedly rammed in and out of Marc’s loosened hole.  Each time his meat plunged into the battered hole a stream of spent semen oozed out around his root.  Marc showed no resistance.   Rather than fighting the anal assault he appeared to be coaxing Rafael onward.  His gorgeous emerald eyes were locked with Raf’s , challenging.  Marc Hauser was no candy-ass fag; he was an athlete and ripe for any competition.  If he could manage Nanook’s monstrosity plowing his south forty he could take anything. 

Rafael never weakened, even when he was convulsing in orgasm.  He kept ramming his teen cock as he unloaded his jism.  It was a spectacular sight.  The young Puerto Rican half-breed had surely humbled most of the older crowd.  When his nuts had emptied Raf shoved his cock all the way in and held it there as he murmured to Marc, “Nice fuck.”  Then, pulling out, he bounced up and off the table, leaving Marc there like a turkey on the Thanksgiving platter. 

Sammy Hodges and Eugene Taylor were the best of buds and co-conspirators in extra-marital affairs.  In an old town whose long-term residents held on to bigoted standards, theirs was a unique relationship.  Sammy was white; Gene, black.  Sammy had a thing for black pussy; Gene, Asian.  They were regulars at the cathouses in the city where they indulged in their cunt of choice.  Sure, they left satiated.  But both agreed those whores could learn a few things from Buck Hauser’s son.  Sammy was a bit edgy about fucking Marc in front of his father but, hell, everyone else was doing it tonight.  He slapped Gene on the arm and nodded toward the center of attraction.  A huge smile spread across Gene’s black face.  They advanced.

Marc grinned when he saw who was next.  It was always a good time with Sammy, even more so when Eugene tag-teamed with him.  Although he knew his dad would be cringing Marc liked black dick as well as any other.  And for an older guy Gene had an awfully nice piece of pipe.  Sammy was a happy-go-lucky down-home hick who worked the forklift down at the cannery.  He had a thickset, squat body with a sizeable beer gut.  His face was chubby and covered with an overgrown beard.  The always-present racing cap which had seen better days---Sammy was a NASCAR fanatic---sat atop his head, a bush of unruly hair tufting out from its rim.  Sammy had his chunky hands on Marc’s ankles and was dragging him back to the edge of the table.  Marc’s legs were still up and spread wide.  He came up on his elbows to watch as Sammy undid his fly and hauled out his man meat.  Sammy wasn’t all that big, maybe six and a half but more than made up for it in girth and a huge cock head.  Sammy spit into his calloused palm and stroked his chunky monkey, making it nice and slick.  Eugene shrugged, wondering why.  They’d already seen Marc take several man loads and his pussy must be loose and juicy by now.  Gene, who had worked at the local paper mill all of his adult life (Gene was in his early forties, a few years older than his buddy) latched a dark thumb and index finger onto one of Marc’s hard teats and rolled it as Sammy introduced his white meat to the boy’s winking asshole. 

Sammy effortlessly slid all the way in.  Damn if it didn’t feel better than it normally did with all that spent cum up in there.  It was kind of hot fucking in other men’s (and boy’s) loads.   Sammy rotated his hips so that his fat schlong stirred up the brew and then he started fucking ass.  Although he’d already been fucked a few times (especially by that behemoth Nanook) Marc’s inner muscles were really working his cock.  Sammy’s big hairy belly hovered over the insatiable teen’s boy meat as he humped forward, filling Marc with cock time and again. 

Sammy went at it for a good pleasurable while before tagging his buddy Gene.  He pulled his wet meat out and graciously gave up his place.  But only for a short while.  Eugene, a prematurely balding and heavyset man, released his big black dick and wasted little time slipping it into Marc’s wet and pouting teen hole.  Gene’s dark hands were on the boy’s haunches as he easily sunk all nine inches into the experienced hole.  Marc squirmed in ecstasy as all those black inches filled him and butt clenched the torrid meat.  Daddy Buck, still unable to harness his inbred prejudice, looked away. 

Eugene’s huge tool passed back and forth through Marc’s puffy cunt lips.  Marc, ever the energetic youth, shoved himself back against the black man to meet his thrusts.  While Gene was a man in his forties, he fucked like a youngster half his age.  Marc’s eyes were peeled on the point of entry.  It was a thing of beauty, black sinking into pink.  He sure hoped there was lots of black dick in his new university.  Gene’s bloated balls were smacking against his lower back.  He could feel the crinkly salt-and-pepper hairs tickling him down there.  Gene might be middle aged but Marc knew from past experience how loaded those nuts were.  He pushed back against the man again, wanting to make sure he got every bit of that highly satisfying dick.

They traded off again, Sammy jumping back into the saddle.  While Sammy fucked him Marc wrapped a fist around Gene’s cock and stroked his throbbing length, keeping it warmed up for his next turn.  A boy pushed through the gathered crowd to step forward and approached the trio.  Marc grinned when he saw Bryan Hodges, Sammy’s son and one of Marc’s buddies.  Over the years Marc had taken dick from all his friends, although most hadn’t known about the others.  Now it was fairly common knowledge.  Even four-eyed out-and-about queer Devon Brooks had taken a ride, although poorly. Devon was destined to always be a bottom.  And, for Marc, he was.

“Fuck him hard, Pops,” Bryan advised.  “He likes it that way.”  Sammy was already ramming the kid and getting winded.  Too much time on a bar stool and not a moment at the gym.  Bryan dropped his drawers and, with one leg planted on the floor, cocked the knee of the other up on the table alongside Marc and presented his teen cock.  Sammy jealously noted that his boy had a bit more meat, probably from his mother’s side.  Marc quickly turned his head and scarfed down Bryan’s dick.  Bryan had his hand on Marc’s throat.  He loved the feel of his cock from the outside as well as in.  He moved his hips, effectively fucking Marc’s throat as his father was fucking his ass.  It was a fantastic family moment!

Sammy and Eugene traded places once again.  Then again.  And again.  Sammy was the first of the trio to blow.   Beating his meat while Gene fucked he suddenly grabbed Marc by the side of the head, pulling him off Bryan and thrust his cockhead into the boy’s mouth.  No sooner had Marc’s lips latched around under the big helmet did Sammy began spewing his load.  Sammy shot, Marc swallowed.  Bryan stood by stroking himself as he amazedly watched his father in the throes of rapture.  It was a first for him.  And it was hot as fuck!  Too hot in fact.  Bryan felt the heavy boil in his sac and knew he was about to shoot.  With a small shout he yanked Marc’s head in his direction and started spewing.  The first shot went clear across Marc’s face.   The rest he took in his already cum-filled mouth.  He swished Bryan’s load around with daddy Sammy’s, feasting on all that yummy Hodges cum. 

Eugene tensed, emitted a startled “Muthafuck!” and began firing massive pellets of black man’s cum into Marc’s bowels.  His entire body convulsed with euphoria.  It was almost comical seeing the whites of his eyes rolled back in his black face.  He certainly didn’t disappoint, flooding out Marc’s pussy with scads of rich cream.  He shot so much and so hard that it triggered Marc to reach another climax.  Another impressive load blew like a geyser from Marc’s dick, stunning most and making the old timers wish they were that young and virile again.

Gene had barely finished unloading when there was a persistent tap on his shoulder.   “Lemme in, Pops!”  It was his son, Darnell, another of Marc’s classmates.  Darnell, like his father, was a whole lot of black trouble around town.   He was that one child left behind in the seventh grade.  Had been suspended so many times and would have been expelled if Daddy Eugene hadn’t loudly shouted racism.  Usually reeking of marijuana he’d had more than one scrape with the law since the time he was nine.  His mother shunned the day she’d popped him from between her legs.  Always walking around with a mean, pissed-off look on his face, Darnell Taylor made Gage Bramble look like a choir boy.

Darnell pulled off his black over-sized t-shirt bearing the logo of some gangsta rap artist, revealing his lean torso, sharply concave belly and rounded arm muscles.  Down dropped his shiny athletic pants with their prerequisite stripe along each side (although they were so loose they were already midway down his hips) and shucked his boxers.  His big black boner shot up from his bristly groin ready to do damage. Marc’s green orbs sparkled as he admired Darnell’s black beauty.  He’d sucked it enough times in a toilet stall of the high school boy’s room but never had the adventure of taking Darnell in his pussy.  This would be a first.  And he was more than ready.

Darnell moved right up on Marc, pressed his cockhead against his dripping hole and smacked him hard across the face.  The slap was loud, stunned most and nearly had Buck vaulting across the counter.  Momentarily stunned, his head darting to the opposite side with the force of the unexpected assault, Marc quickly recovered.  His eyes flared excitedly and a grin of delight spread from ear to ear.  He reached out to run his hands up Darnell’s smooth, tight chest.  The surly black youth responded by spitting in Marc’s face as he rammed his meat into the white boy’s pussy.  Marc ran a hand over his face, wiping it clear of the slobber and brazenly licked it from his fingers as Darnell proceeded to royally plow him.

Darnell appeared intense, his already gaping nostrils flared even wider and his piercing brown eyes looking like those of a madman.  His fat bottom lip was sucked inward and he was chewing it with his top teeth.  Darnell’s thrusts were quick, full-throttle jabs, like a killer’s knife repeatedly stabbing its victim.   He went all the way with his dick, from head to root, scouring Marc’s tender flesh with his wooly bush.   The black boy’s hand went to Marc’s throat and he squeezed as he fucked, once again prompting Buck to intervene.  But when he saw his son’s fist wrap around Darnell’s wrist and stroke as if he was jacking off a big black cock he realized his boy was in no danger.

Darnell repeatedly plugged Marc’s pussy causing the white boy’s boner to twitch with desperation and drool out pearly pre-cum---again.  The Taylor boy was truly assaulting his boy cunt with African meat and causing Marc to writhe about under him.   Darnell was giving him one hot fuck, causing Marc to wonder why in all these years they’d had strictly oral sex.  He didn’t have time to contemplate further because Darnell was panting like a junk yard dog and thrusting even harder.   All at once his slim body tensed, nearly every vein in his body standing out in stark contrast.  He tossed back his nappy head and his eyes rolled up in their sockets, white in their black casing.  Darnell panted, gasped and yelped as the cum burst from his dick and spermed Marc’s insides.  The kid had enough semen to sire quintuplets.  But there was no worry about that with Marc Hauser.  Even if he could have knocked up the high school superstar he wouldn’t have cared.  Marc was his white bitch, at least for the moment. 

Cum just kept, well, coming, drenching the insides of the Hauser boy’s overly receptive chasm.  Marc’s pussy squeezed Darnell’s shooter, thirsty for every last drop.  Finally drained, Darnell shuddered and stumbled backward into the arms of his proud papa.  Marc lewdly fingered his hole while he stroked his dick, semen freely leaking from the fucked-out pussy. 

It was anyone’s guess who would be next to mount the boy.  There were still a lot of hard cocks in the tavern that needed attention.   Marc took matters into his own hands.  Rising from the table he languidly stretched his arms above his head, then beat his hands against his chest like a young Tarzan and pushed his way through the mob.  He spotted his target quickly.  One couldn’t miss Denny Burkhardt, who was nearly four hundred pounds of man meat.  Denny was swallowing a bar stool, his big ass hanging over the sides, his oppressive weight threatening to break the seat.  Marc boldly approached the trucker and undid his zip.  Denny hiked up a few inches to allow the randy teen to yank his pants down around his swollen ankles.  Facing the big bear Marc hiked himself up onto Denny’s lap.  Denny’s big beefy paws took hold of Marc’s tight and smooth buttocks while Marc wrapped his arms behind the man’s thick neck.  It was a position they were both very familiar with.  Marc’s pussy instinctively knew exactly where Denny’s beef was located and he lowered himself onto the awaiting hardon. 

The yokel from the hills of Kentucky wasn’t especially hung but what he lacked in length he more than made up for in width.  His hillbilly cock was as thick around as his wrist.  And that was mighty big.  The plumb cresting his six inches was even wider.   Marc took it like the champ he was, sitting down hard and letting those 6.5 fat ones slide up inside him.  All that man cream donated by the first few studs allowed for easy entry.  Marc sat there on Denny’s groin milking the dick with his cunt muscles cooing like a bitch in heat.  Denny’s chubby hands planted on his smooth cakes began lifting him up, then dropping him down, making the boy ride his prick.  Marc quickly took the hint and started vigorously posting on the fat slob’s beef stick. 

Obese as he was, Marc had a “thing” for Denny, the man’s substantial breast meat coming in second to his thick dick.  They were large hairy udders with the hugest nipples Marc had ever seen.  While he bounced on the shaft he leaned down and licked all over one blubbery breast before sucking and chewing on the prominent teat.  From past experiences Marc knew how much Denny liked tit love.  Then again, the trucker liked most everything Marc did with him.  Whenever he got down there between Denny’s flabby ass cheeks and sucked his smelly hole the teamster went absolutely ballistic!

Marc went from one pudgy bosom to the other while his ass lunged over the full length of Denny’s super-wide cock.  He squeezed his pussy around the stout shaft as he worked, making Denny shudder like a bowl of gelatin.  Satisfied that he had the tits totally worked over Marc came up to look dreamily into Denny’s bearded face, his lips and mouth glistening with saliva.  Over Denny’s shoulder he saw his father intently observing the performance.   He was sure Buck got off on watching him making it with other guys.   Said he had that cam installed in the basement where Marc usually turned his tricks for his son’s safety, but Marc long ago had the idea there was more to it.  Usually when they got home daddy fucked him like a desperate man.  It was one of the reasons Marc always gave a stellar performance.

Just then Marc felt rough fingers on the lips of his working pussy.  Casting a glance over his shoulder he saw it was the trucker buddy Denny had arrived with.  Marc didn’t know his name; had never seen or done him before.  He was heavily bearded with wiry darkish hair, probably around the same age as most of the dads in the room, and reminded Marc of some of those guys from Axel’s motorcycle club.   That was one of a few events Buck didn’t know about:  the time Axel rode him out to their camp and he was the focal point of a gang bang.  This guy could easily have fit in with them, all chunky beef and tattoos.  He, too, was heavyset but not as paunchy as Denny.  But, as Marc was about to learn, he was just as raunchy.

“I’m Marc,” he told the newcomer between grunts and groans.

“Name’s Clete,” the trucker solemnly replied, “and I’m gonna fuck you, too.”

“Climb aboard,” Marc invited, his muscle pussy not missing a stroke along Denny’s fattie.

Clete unfastened his jeans and hauled out his hard member.  From his current posture Marc was unable to check out Clete’s manhood.  It was enough to know he would soon be taken by it.  Marc was non-discriminatory, anyway.  He liked all cock: short, long, fat, slim, cut, hooded, black or white.  In fact, Clete’s unit was enough to make some of the men and boys gathered there suffer a twinge of penis envy.  Blood coursed through the dark length of a nicely thick, throbbing slab of eight-inch meat, driving great veins to the surface.  It was nicely arced with a generous set of hairy balls hanging beneath and a perfectly flared crown atop.  As the others, including Buck, watched breathlessly Clete pressed the underside of his cock against Denny’s and proceeded to work it inside the boy.

Considering Denny’s sizeable girth it seemed unfathomable that Marc could accommodate another.  But already the head and a few inches had ridden Denny inside the slimy chute.   Marc’s sphincter had already lost its battle and his ass lips were spread impossibly wide around the double cocks.  He had ceased bouncing and remained rigid with Denny buried to the massive root inside him while Clete steadily and determinedly worked himself inside.  Clete’s rod glided up Denny’s deeper and deeper into the ravaged pussy.  Feeling every inch of it stretching his hole Marc’s eyes and mouth gaped wide and he gasped. 

Protective daddy Buck, fearful for his son, thought to put an end to it.  Axel, standing nearby, sensed the father’s apprehension and stepped close to reassure him.  “No worries, Buck.  Your kid can manage it.”

“They’re going to split his asshole open!” Buck worried.

Axel clucked his tongue.  “Nah!  Ain’t gonna happen.  Your boy’s got a wonder pussy down there.  It can stretch to manage anything.  And then tighten right back up again.  Never seen anythin’ like it!”

“How the fuck would you know?” Buck looked at the pony-tailed biker incredulously.

“Trust me, bro,” Axel replied, giving Buck a friendly slap on the back.  “I know.”  He’d already said too much.  He couldn’t tell about that time at the Club camp when he and biker buddy Harley had their arms up Marc’s cunt to the elbow.  Might not have happened if the two of them hadn’t been high as a kite and Marc wasn’t doped on Rush.   Nope, there were some things about his son that Buck didn’t need to know.

By now Clete’s hairy balls were nestled against Denny’s sac and his cock was all the way in.  Since he was a good inch and one half longer than his buddy, Clete had some extra room in the uppermost pleasure spot of Marc’s crowded pussy.   Axel stepped forward, removing a small bottle from his back pocket, and reached across the bar top to introduce its contents to Marc’s flared nostrils.  Marc inhaled greedily.  Suddenly the pain dispensed and he was left with a warm, floating sensation.  The two truckers felt his gripping asshole relax.  While Denny remained still, Clete eased his cock nearly out of Marc’s stretched hole and swiftly drove it back in, effectively fucking his buddy’s cock as much as the teen’s pussy.  Marc’s head was thrown back, his emerald orbs rolled up under his fluttering eye lids and there was the look of absolute euphoria on his handsome face. 

Marc whimpered with pleasure as Clete worked his big dick in and out of his over-stuffed pussy.  It felt especially good when the cock was in all the way, topping out over Denny’s constantly throbbing piece and getting him where it most counted.  His prostate was on fire, his boy dick was pulsing and he just knew he was going to cum again.  He’d lost count of how many times he’d shot already tonight.  And there was still a room full of dick to be had.  Rough rider Axel was offering him the amyl again and Marc eagerly inhaled.  It quickly sent waves of tingling sensations through his pussy and felt so darn good.  Marc’s gorgeous emeralds focused on Denny, whose big hands were on his slim hips.  Denny wasn’t much to look at with his untamed hair, pug nose, wild beard and ‘stache, triple chins and big belly but right now he was the most desirable of men.  To daddy Buck’s disgust Marc roughly latched onto Denny’s thick, swollen liver lips and shoved his tongue into his sour mouth.  Denny put a hand behind Marc’s head, his finger entwined in the boy’s short hair, and fed Marc his lapper.  The harder Clete fucked the more aggressive their hungry kiss became.  They were literally eating each other’s faces in front of everyone.

Two bar stools away Will Hutchins had his head turned toward the shocking action while Georgie Hilliard sucked his dick.  Earlier Will had allowed the persistent man to grope him and then take out his magnificent cock and stroke it.  Will figured what the heck, it would warm him up for Marc.  And Georgie seemed very determined.  But when those two grizzly truckers started going at the clean-cut youth Will needed more than just a hand job.  He’d placed his hand behind Georgie’s neck and directed him down between his spread thighs.  Georgie didn’t object.  Will figured he’d have hours with Marc on the drive to his new school in a few days.  And, besides, Georgie was giving him some mighty fine head.

Of course, brother Ralph saw what was going on.  He just shook his head in disgust.  He couldn’t quite figure how a Hilliard had turned out to be a bisexual pig.  Their daddy was probably doing summersaults in his casket knowing what Georgie had become.  Little did Ralph know that the mouth giving him an expert blow job through the glory hole at the downtown adult store was none other than Georgie.

Clete was now freely sailing through Marc’s boy twat.  With each thrust he buried himself in the hot hole alongside Denny.  Clete loved to wreck a pussy and Marc’s was primed for a beating.  Each time the kid started to yelp Axel was there to offer him a bit of inhaled relief.  Both Marc and Denny were really mugging it up as if they were long-lost reunited lovers.  Clete didn’t want to kiss the boy; he just wanted to fuck him senseless.  He rammed even harder, pounding his cock through the kid’s slimy insides.  This would be a fuck that the teen dream would never forget.

Suddenly Marc was on the move.  His ass began to rise up a bit, and then glide down the twin cocks.  It was slow at first, riding just an inch of combined meat or two.  Then he was rising higher.  Clete buried himself to the balls and ceased his stroking, allowing the kid to take over.  This boy sure was a hot one.  Was little wonder Denny bragged about him at the truck stops.

Marc moaned into Denny’s open mouth as he lifted and fell, higher and higher each time until Denny’s dick fell out.  Clete quickly grabbed his buddy’s dick and held it tight against his own for Marc’s journey back down.  The boy sighed with satisfaction as he felt himself filled with both thick dicks once again.  His ass began bouncing faster and faster.  Breaking his lip lock with Denny, Marc held onto the edge of the bar behind the man for balance as he twerked his ass over those thick columns of man meat.  After another dose of Rush he was frantically fucking himself with their dicks.  His ass lips obscenely clung to them and were pulled out each time he rose.  Soon he was literally slamming down on them.  There were many awestruck looks from the expectant spectators who were wondering how in hell they were going to fuck the boy after his hole had been made loose by these two.  Oh well, there was always his mouth.  And each one knew Marc gave superb head. 

Marc gritted his teeth and frantically threw himself onto those trucker cocks.  When Axel went to offer him another snort Buck steadied him.  His boy had had enough of that stuff.  Marc continued on undeterred, pounding himself with double dicks.  His gorgeous body shone with perspiration, it dripped from his brow, nose and chin and splattered Denny.  His hair was soaked.  Each time he tossed his head sweat sprayed on anyone nearby.  He was a boy gone wild.  Buck had never seen him like this before.  Neither had most of the others.  Will shot off in Georgie’s mouth, not so much due to the expert oral ministration but because of the show Marc was putting on.  A few others were jerking their cocks and losing their loads, so intent on the lurid action that they didn’t notice some of the late arrivals coming through the door.

Police Chief Karl Schneider, accompanied by his finest, Officers Trent and Dobson, were among this tardy crew.  Off duty and dressed in street clothes, for now, they were heartily welcomed by the others.  Sensing activity by the bar, Karl broke away from the other two and worked his way through the attentive horde, who obediently parted to let the law man through.  Up front Karl got a gander at the lewd action taking place.  He could hardly believe what he was seeing: two plump cocks in little Marc’s asshole.  Stepping up closer he hunkered down and curiously examined the point of contact.  Marc’s tiny asshole looked more like gaping female vagina!  The lips on that boy were stretched incredibly wide in order to accommodate.   The lustful kid was throwing himself down on those dicks!  Karl instantly boned up.

With his prostate being wrecked along with the rest of his hole, Marc suffered another miraculous orgasm.  He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, grit his teeth and, with a mournful wail, blasted off all over Denny’s fat tits.  His insides went wild on the two trucker’s dicks.  Sliding his big hands up Marc’s sweat-soaked flanks Denny huffed and puffed, shook like an earthquake and fired his bullets into the boy’s twat.  Marc had never stopped pulling off and pushing down on the dueling dicks.  If at all possible, it felt like Denny’s was stretching him even wider as it shot off.  And then Clete’s was doing the same, plunging man juice into him and filling him with comforting warmth.

Marc milked the cream from them much as he had done the others.  Clete finally pulled out, staggering as he stepped back.  The kid had totally drained him.  Marc lifted himself off Denny’s hog and Schneider’s jaw dropped comically.  The boy’s hole was pooched out like a rose in full bloom.  As he gawked at it he saw the petals slowly draw back, as it began to assume its normal form.  With a warning growl Karl rose, grabbed Marc by the hips, rudely shoved Doug Brewster off the next stool and placed Marc in front of it.  He roughly grasped Marc’s left leg and lifted it so his knee was resting on the seat with his right planted on the floor.  Marc took hold of the edge of the bar in front of him and looked over his shoulder.  When he saw the snow-capped old Chief he was recharged. 

Karl dropped trou, again took Marc by the hips and shoved his ten gristly inches into the moist, fleshy rose bud.  He went deep, with his plump cockhead all the way up the teen’s hot oven and his bull-sized balls pressed against the smooth, twitching taint.  Sure enough, that pussy was in reverse bloom, gathering up around Karl’s beef and growing tighter by the second.  It was a wonder of boyhood! 

Karl began ramming Marc’s already bruised pussy with long, powerful strokes.  He could feel all that warm cum sloshing around his meat as he fucked.   Marc took it like the cocksure bottom he was.  Through heavy eyelids he looked at himself in the smoky mirror behind the cash register and bottles of liquor.  What he saw was not the former high school b-ball champ.  Nor was it the popular boy, good son of Buck or boyfriend of Becky Johnson.  Instead, he saw a panting sex pig dripping in sweat and enraptured by the hard male cock pounding his hole.  He didn’t understand, nor could he explain.  He simply loved cock.   It made him higher than the intoxicant Axel had placed under his nose.  Any cock that wanted could have him.  He had no preference.  He didn’t want a boyfriend, didn’t want to be labeled or hang with the gang crowd.  All he wanted was dick up his pussy (yes, that’s what it was, a tight and accommodating pussy) or down his throat. 

Axel sidled over in front of him from across the bar.  Glancing to his right and assuring himself that Buck was occupied at the end serving customers Axel reached out an arm, grabbed a fistful of the kid’s mussed hair and yanked back his head.  Marc obediently opened his mouth wide and Axel spat directly into it.  He took the multi-ringed fingers of his other hand and rubbed his offering around in the boy’s mouth.  Marc sloshed the offering around and swallowed it down.  His wet mouth opened again, desirous of more.   Axel delivered.  From the corner of his steely blue eyes, the heavily tattooed bartender detected Buck coming up on him and hastily unhanded Marc.  Boy howdy, if only Daddy Buck knew the shit him and his biker buddies had once done with his salacious son.  A bit of spit was nothing compared to some of the other things that had gone into Marc’s mouth that rowdy night.

Chief Schneider buried his swollen meat to the root, making sure Marc felt every defined ridge.  His big hands were on Marc’s hinds, pulling him back against his crotch and forcing the boy to meet his every thrust.  Marc’s prostate was taking one hell of a beating.  By now he would have thought it would be fucked numb, but Schneider was screwing him so good he could feel a tingling clear down to his toes.  He squeezed the deeply probing dick with all his might, which incited Schneider to turn animal and pound him even harder. 

Cursing unlike any cop most knew, Karl’s body took to writhing and bucking as he battled against his inevitable release.  Bellowing loudly, his cock shot scads of man slime into Marc’s receptive pussy.  Marc felt the violent throbbing of the Police Chief’s prick as liquid warmth shot from it.  He caressed it with his inner muscles, reminding Schneider why he liked this pussy so much.  Chief Schneider was a relatively old man, but he came like a stallion, filling Marc’s guts with cop cream.  He was breathless by the time his dick finally stopped shooting. 

Marc’s pussy was so fucking good that he almost didn’t want to pull out.   But, ultimately, he did.  Before anyone else could stake claim Otis Williams charged in, gathered Marc up in his muscular arms and carried him over to a table.  Tossing Marc onto his back he shoved the boy’s legs back to his sides and deftly sunk his black ten and a half inches in.  In his younger years Otis had been a champion wrestler and had been giving Marc lessons---and a whole lot more---in his basement.  As their muscled father ravaged Marc’s pussy Otis’ sons, Kareem and Elijah, appeared at either side of the table with their cocks at the ready.  Elijah, the youngest, was a member of the same basketball team as Marc.  He slapped his chocolate-hued cock, not quite as sizeable as his father’s, yet still impressive, against one side of Marc’s face.  Marc quickly turned his way and gobbled it down.  At the same time he grabbed hold of Kareem’s unit and gave it a nice and friendly hand job. 

As Buck poured more beer from the tap he looked up across the room, observed the action and groaned.  Not one, not two, but three jigs were on Marc.  There wasn’t a thing Buck about that shaved headed, goateed steel mill worker that Buck liked.  Or his delinquent sons.  The older was always in trouble with the law.  And the younger was following in his footsteps.   They had big brass balls showing up here and doing what they were doing in clear view of the law men present.  Kareem alone had a rap sheet as long as his arm. 

Otis had purposely arranged himself so he was facing the bar---and Buck.   He knew full well that most of the old families in this town were a bunch of bigots.  The Hausers were no different.  All, that is, except for Marc.  Otis caught Buck’s eye, grinned maliciously, and purposely leaned into Marc with more force.  Buck knew the black fucker was enjoying taunting him.  Once again, he would like to have jumped the bar and physically ripped Otis off the boy but refused to respond to provocation.  Instead he concentrated on the drink orders being shouted out to him from the three-man-deep crowd around the bar.

Otis slowly slid his black beauty out of Marc’s pussy and motioned for Kareem to take over.  Kareem obeyed his father, a rarity, and assumed his place.  The cock on the eldest Williams boy was basically the same size so Marc, busy giving Elijah some deep throat, hardly noticed the players had changed.  It seemed the whole Williams family was going to fuck Marc tonight (as they had one time in the past).  On that occasion, after daddy Otis had sent Elijah off to bed and retired for the evening leaving Kareem with instructions to drive Marc home, Kareem had other ideas in mind.  A quick call to his homie Rashawn brought the thug and his brother-in-law Terrell to the basement door of the Williams house where the three of them fucked young Marc until past midnight. 

Kareem was another who was a rough fucker.  He got off tearing up ass and babygirl pussy.  The good looking twenty-year-old stabbed his cock into Marc and proceeded to pound him with a vengeance.  Marc was reasonably sure the heavy-lidded young man was high.  Marc could smell the weed on him.  There wasn’t a time Marc hadn’t known him to be high.  Maybe that was way he fucked like he was pounding nails.  His slim ebony hips shot forward each time, crashing up into Marc’s pussy.  It wasn’t as if Marc didn’t like it.  He did.  But once in a while it would have been nice if Kareem has thrown a nice, comfortable screw. 

Kareem didn’t give up Marc’s pussy without a fight, but Otis finally got him to pound Marc’s tonsils for a while allowing Elijah to have a piece of ass.  Eli fucked like a rabbit, hard and fast.  The Williams boys knew nothing about prolonging the pleasure.  After a short while Otis was back in the driver’s seat again, then it was Kareem’s turn, then Elijah’s.  They fucked him in turn until each of them blew their nut.  Otis was last, once again making eye contact with Buck as he outwardly showed the signs of orgasm.  He cherished the moment of Buck witnessing him seed his son with black babies. 

Ivan, the Russki who had inherited all from old Marek Stankowich, took over Marc’s hole.  Ivan was the man about town now.  His servitude had paid off big time.  Stank had been a good deal wealthier than most thought.  With his new fortune Ivan was quite generous with his money when entertained by Marc.  As he humped the boy he motioned Rick Bramble over.  After Stank passed and he assumed control of the estate, Ivan hired Rick to do work around the place.  He’d fired and rehired the lout twice.  When Rick wasn’t soused he did good work; when he was bombed, he was useless.  Because of his efforts, the former Stank yard no longer looked neglected. 

Ivan let Rick take a shot at Marc’s pussy for a short while before he resumed his stake.  Back and forth they went until finally both their dicks were wailing in and out of Marc’s puss together.  They both came at precisely the same moment, also, adding to the massive collection already filling Marc’s hole.

Buck nudged Axel and informed him he was going to use the men’s room.  He had to take a wicked piss.  He made his way through the horny customers.  Many slapped him on the back, congratulating him probably not for Marc’s academic and athletic achievements, but for raising such an insatiable cock pig.  Buck pushed open the bathroom door, already working on his zipper, and walked in on an unexpected sight.  Georgie Hilliard was up against one wall, facing it, his hands splayed out on the dirty tiles while Will Hutchins fucked him from behind.  Will gave him a knowing grin.  Buck continued on to the urinal and let go.  He snickered and shook his head.  Georgie always got his man. 

When he’d finished, shook himself, zipped up and went to the basin to wash his hands, Will asked, “You want some?”

Buck smirked and declined.  “I think Georgie’s got everything he wanted right now.”

“Fuck, yeah!”  Georgie moaned in agreement.

Buck stepped out of the john to discover a waiting line had been formed.  Clyde Whithers was boffing Marc while a string of stripped bare dads stood in formation behind him, apparently waiting their turn.  Clyde fucked Marc for a while, then gave up his claim to the next in line.  Doug Brewster stepped up to the plate, sunk his cock into Marc, fucked him for a few minutes and turned the boy over to Tom Hadley.  Frank Warren, Tom Dunlap, Chet Howell and Stu Johnson completed the procession.  Each in turn fed Marc’s twat, banged it a bit and let the next lucky dad take over.  While this was going on each of their sons was at the other end of the table.  Marc’s classmates and friends were either feeding him cock, jerking themselves over him or having him stroke them.  It was another incredible sight for Dad Buck to witness.

It was a matter of coincidence that Marc was energetically sucking on Billy Warren’s teen dick at the same time Billy’s father Frank was pounding his pussy.  Father and son looked at each other across the boy’s squirming body, both froze and began shooting into Marc’s mouth and ass, respectively.  It was a true father and son bonding moment.  Tom Dunlap leapt on Marc next, plunging his solid seven inches into Marc’s cummy ass and fucking like he’d never dared fuck his wife.  Watching his beloved dad doing Marc was more than Joey could handle.  Jerking his dick more vigorously he shot his load clear across Marc’s sweaty chest.  Witnessing his teen son cum sparked Tom’s release and he added to the collection. 

Chet Howell, another local factory worker, easily slipped into Marc and took to fucking with short and fast jabbing strokes.  Chet was a bit on the overweight side and had a paunch, but he was extremely energetic.  The man fucked like a dog in heat.  His son Gordy was being stroked by Marc while the Hauser lad was entertaining both Ricky Johnson and Darren Hadley’s teen dicks in his gaping maw.  Chet was wide-eyed, seeing his father’s erection for the first time and realizing, proudly, that son was larger than Pop.   While Chet banged Marc nice and hard Gordy was thinking about how good it felt up Marc’s ass.  He was lucky to have a friend like Marc or else he would have had to satisfy himself with lonely jack off sessions.  Gordy, like his father, was a bit on the heavy side and not exactly the type a teen girl would want to take for a roll. 

When his father started huffing and puffing Gordy just knew he was going to blow.  And Marc’s hand was loving his cock too well for him to hold back.  He cried out as he ejaculated, gaining Chet’s attention.  When Chet saw all that sperm flying he began cumming, too.  All that baby batter made Chet a proud papa.

Stu Johnson, the father of Marc’s girlfriend Becky, was up next.   Stu had an eight incher with a wicked curve to the left.  Marc moaned around the combined mouthful of buddy cock in his mouth, one of them belonging to Stu’s son, Ricky.  He knew who the cock belonged to without looking.  Stu held onto Marc’s legs and spread them wide while he fucked the boy.  Stu harbored hopes of Becky going steady with Marc and maybe one day making the boy his son-in-law.  He would certainly have welcomed Marc to the family.  Now, with Marc off to college, that fantasy seemed unattainable.  Still, there was hope.

Ricky was really plugging Marc’s throat.  Stu couldn’t quite figure how his son was getting it down there with the Hadley boy’s dick in the way, but Ricky was slipping in.  Suddenly Ricky was panting harder than normal and tossing back his head.  Stu just knew his boy was shooting his teen load down the other boy’s gullet.  And, sonofagun, the Hadley boy was doing the same!  They were both shooting off in Marc’s gurgling mouth!!   Such was the trigger that sparked Stu’s bullets to fly up into Marc’s grasping snatch.

The men were back to the beginning of the dwindling line with Clyde Whithers resuming his former spot.   Seeing It was his dad taking Marc’s hole again, Jason jumped up on the table facing the man.  He pulled Marc’s head back and, planting his knees to either side of his friend, shoved his dick into Marc’s mouth and began face fucking.  Clyde and his boy were only an arm’s length away so there was no ignoring the other.  Marc’s throat was so tight, his ass so pliable, that neither could disguise their pleasure.  Jason dared to reach out and tweak one of his father’s big nipples concealed under a pelt of chest hair.  Clyde shuddered as if he’d received a shock.  As Jason twisted his bud like it was a dial Clyde placed a hand on his son’s smooth chest and mimicked his son’s forbidden actions.  Father and son explored each other’s bodies as their cocks moved within Marc, who unwittingly functioned as their conduit.

They came at almost the same time, Clyde a matter of seconds late.  As they busted their nuts they fell into each other, mouth to mouth, lips to lips, tongue to tongue in a display of affection and family bonding. 

The rest of the men each had their turn fucking Marc to orgasm while the remaining boys jerked off over Marc, shooting their teen loads over his face or in his yawning mouth.  Their numbers had increased by Frank Warren’s son Kyle and a second load from Louie Amalfatano, Bryan Hodges, Elijah Williams and Gage Bramble. Axel, loving a good gang bang, told Buck to cover the bar while he got himself a piece.  As Axel hurried to the boy before someone else beat him to it Buck threw him a damp rag.  Axel tossed it onto the table next to Marc.  He wanted to fuck the boy just as he was, covered in cum.  Clean up could happen later.

After Axel, Bonny Bonerz had his time.  Then postal carrier Clayton Hoyt, who surprised all with his monstrous dick.  Frank Warren’s brother-in-law Vic, who had never before had the pleasure, quickly found out what he’d been missing, as did Lucas Hadley.  Buck knew both Warren brothers had fucked his wife, Greta.  Now they had fucked his son.  They had another thing coming if they thought he was next.  Foreman Joe got his shot at the boy.  Officers Trent and Dobson rounded out the evening.  When all was said and done no one had kept track of how many loads young Marc had taken.  But the amount was substantial. 

The party was over.  Time for all to go home.  They had already said their goodbyes, wished Marc luck with their dicks, which would be yearning for him during his absence.  Buck took an exhausted Marc home and tucked him in, ruffling his hair as his head hit the pillow.  Marc would sleep well tonight.

The drive up to Marc’s new campus was hardly a long, boring one.  Buck and Will Hutchins took turns doing the driving, not because Buck was at all road fatigued but rather desiring to get some of what Will was getting.  If Marc wasn’t under the dashboard sucking cock he was up on a lap riding hot beef to the honking horns of passing truckers.  Once they pulled over at a truck stop to relieve their bladders and, suspicious when Marc didn’t come out after nearly half an hour, Buck had to physically pull him away from the three truckers fucking him in the filthy rest room.  One, a big hairy brute, offered to give Marc a lift---since he was going that way anyhow---but Buck declined.

It was a timely process getting the boy registered at the University and later hauling his bags up to the rather small room he would be inhabiting with an as-yet-unknown roommate.   While they were saying their good-byes who should appear in the doorway but Mike Matthews, the muscle stud captain of the team Marc’s school had beaten in the all-important game which advanced them to regionals.  Both were stunned to discover that, not only were they attending the same college, but they were rooming together! 

Marc and Mike became fast friends.  After all, they had both fucked each other after that winning game.  Over getting-to-know-you conversation that first day they learned they both had received their scholarships the same way---flat on their backs, athletic legs raised and cock up their pusses.

During their Freshman year they were both spotted by talent scouts and signed on to the minor league baseball farm system, surprising since they were better known as basketball champs.  Both boys excelled in their development and found themselves in the major leagues before they were even twenty.  They became the most popular players on the team---on the field and in the locker room.  As the years went by they were traded to other teams and often competed against one another but always maintained a special bond.

Buck had a difficult time adjusting to life without his son, not to mention the money his ass brought in.  All that changed one stormy night when a soaked and desperate boy showed up on his doorstep.  It was his nephew, Buster.   As things turned out father and son had a knock-down, drag-out.  Buster had packed a duffel and run off.   He’d thumbed rides all the way from Virginia to seek refuge with the only other relative he cared to be with.  Buck noted that the teen had lost the Goth look, cut his hair short and let it grow back to its natural color.  Other than those big flesh tunnels in his ears and the tongue piercing Buck could see as he spoke, Buster was a fine-looking boy now.  While he was no Marc Buck recalled how he’d enjoyed fucking the kid last winter.

After getting out of those wet clothes and taking a warm shower Buster rejoined Buck in the living room with nothing more than a towel wrapped low around his trim waist.  Buck’s cock was instantly on the rise.  It was the first time he’d been sexually aroused since Marc left.  Buster was no fool.  He saw the rise in his uncle’s crotch, flung off the towel and laid himself out on the sofa for his uncle’s pleasure.

They fucked for over an hour, Buck cumming twice.   As Buck lay atop him regrouping after an energetic session Buster asked if he could stay, promising that he’d get a job and pay his way.  The wheels had already been turning in Buck’s head.  There was an open position at Ralph’s Bar, after all.  In the basement.  And there had been many blue balls in town ever since Marc went away.  The clientele would certainly be guaranteed.  Ka-ching!

Besides, the house needed new siding.   His nephew, his trade . . .