Baitin' with Mr. Hiscock

“What an awesome array of saluting soldiers from such desirable men!” Junior says, a longing tone in his words, as he peers through the screen door, his nose nudged so close to the wiry-knitted screen, his face melds into it, “I need to beat my meat and spill myself a much-needed load. It has only been a few hours since my last cum-dump, while I was at the gym. Can I join y’all?”

Junior unbuttons his frayed and cut-off 5-0-1’s jeans, while he reaches in and fishes out his cock, once the snaps are undone, down comes the fly. He drops the stringy frayed cut-off pants to his ankles and steps out of them. There is no underwear, underneath. He pushes it, his hard cock against the lower portion of the screen of the see-thru door making tiny little squares, like a checkerboard on his fleshy-tool.

“Your son has quite a nice cock on him, just like his dear ole dad,” Colby says, with a twinkle in his eye and a growing tingle in his ass, “I’m impressed.”

“WHOA, JUNIOR!” his daddy, Seth says, shocked, and somewhat awed, “I DID NOT KNOW THAT YOU WERE BLESSED WITH SUCH A FINE PIECE OF MAN-MEAT LIKE YOUR DEAR OLE POP.”

“Junior can dip that wonderful wick into my tiny little tail-hole, anytime,” Mike says as he winks to his contemporary, “Can’t you, Junior?”

Junior looks completely caught off guard by Mike’s words but not overly surprised by their utterance.

Junior smiles.

“WHAT?” Junior says in mock surprise.

“This is our fuck weekend, Junior,” Seth says, “Mike is our bitch. His ass can take about anything we dish out. He has already taken my cock, today, and a whole hell-of-a-lot of other times. I have already fucked him and aim to do so, again.”

“You like man-ass, dad?” Junior asks as he strokes his stiffening cock.

Junior knows the answer to his question before he asks.

Seth bows his head down into some form of mock shame but lifts it after a few nano-seconds with a wide-face grin showing a mouthful of glaringly polished molars. His smile is his answer.

“I like man-ass, too,” Junior says, “By the way, Pop, I am gay. SURPRISE! SURPRISE!”

In the echo of boisterous words, reminiscent of the Golden Age of Television on the Main Street of Mayberry, Gomer Pyle, fills the air in this wayward cabin as Seth loudly proclaims the last two words.

“You mom is NOT going to be very happy about this unexpected news, son, is she?” Daddy Seth says, his hands glide up his hard shaft bursting forth into a mushroom-crowned head nestled in a patch of furry pubes.

Seth shrugs his shoulder and smirks; his hand still strokes his hard cock, undeterred by this intimate display before his newly OUTTED son.

“I don’t think she’d be very happy about any of this either, Pop,” Junior says, in reference to his dad’s volunteered news about this planned amorous weekend, as his own hand travels up to an almost identical looking cock shared by his father.

“Get in here and fuck me, Jay,” Mike says, “Show your daddy what we have been doing for the many months, since my 18th birthday. FUCK ME, NOW!”

“WHAT?” Seth says.

“By the way, Dad,” Junior says, “Mike is my boyfriend, too. SURPRISE! SURPRISE!”

The creaky screen door opens, and slams loudly behind him, clanking, a time, or two before eventually closing with the sound of wood against wood on the doorframe.

He waddles. His shorts are still-bunched and caught on one of his feet, as it was caught on the floor, when he came onto the porch. His sweat soaked tee shirt clings tightly to his young body. His musculature is impressive. The son of the senior Seth Hiscock makes his way into the screened-in porch of the waterside cabin with the three other naked and splayed men.

“I want a sample, first,” Colby interjects, “I’ve wanted to see what the boy has been having for the longest time. Are you as tasty as your Daddy? I hope.”

Junior nods, smiles, and says, “I’M MORE!”

Junior’s cock wobbles from side-to-side as he walks with his steel-like hard-on bouncing about his groin, slinging the leaking juice from the tip of his cock.

Colby darts from his seat, getting onto his bare knees, and gulps down the swaying and now hard cock that is in his face.

Junior steps out of his gathered shorts, finally. His tee shirt is soaked to the bone with his perspiring pores. His muscles are clearly defined within the clinging cotton tee, accentuating his youthful vigor. The rise and fall of the contours of his spawning masculinity are pressed through the ‘too-tight’ white cotton tee shirt. As his excitement escalates, he heaves more as Colby happily gulps down his unshaven furry cock down to its furry-infested hilt.

Mike leans back in his chair and watches his boyfriend’s cock, which is being eagerly swallowed. The same cock which has plummeted his hole, on their many secret rendezvous in the cab of Junior’s truck, in the parking lots of many darkened business establishments. He can feel his asshole twitch and pulse as he continues his voyeuristic longing for the unseen cock that is buried deep in Colby’s spit-lubed mouth.

“Mmm,” Seth says, “How’s he doin’, son? Is he slobbering up your big fat knob, really good?”

“Pop, he’s great!” Junior exclaims as he grinds into Colby’s mouth like a jackhammer, “AHHHHH!”

Junior face-fucks the welcomed mouth on his cock.

Junior bucks his hips as his cockhead brushes up against the roof on the back of Colby’s mouth. His cockhead grows more and more sensitive as it fills itself more with blood, making his erection grow firmer.

Colby’s hands are on the furry ass of Junior massaging his glutes with his hands.

Junior reaches behind Colby’s head and forces his head further down onto his cock. He holds Colby’s head tight to his cock, which is making him gag on the girth of it.

“SWALLOW IT! SWALLOW IT!” Junior orders, almost yelling, “TAKE IT ALL!”

Junior holds tight the bobbing head of the eagerly forced older man slurping down the man-pop between his spread legs.

“Colby’s got quite a mouth on him, son, doesn’t he?” Seth says as he admires the man swallowing his son’s cock.

“Yeah, Pop, Colby is…huh, huh,” Junior says, “He can take my bait, anytime, and wiggle on my worm whenever he wants.”

Colby puts his hand under Junior’s ass ready to play with what he knows will be a hairy hole. He knows it is there waiting for his finger. He unclasps his lips around Junior’s cock.

“What’s this?” Colby shouts. As he fills something rubbery in Junior’s ass.

“It is a plug,” Junior says, “…a gift from Mike. I’ve had it in my ass since I was at the gym this morning.”

“Do you like it, son?” Seth asks, “Do you like your ass plugged up?”

“It is the first time I’ve ever had anything in it, Pop,” Junior says, “Mike wanted me to try it.”

“You like it, doncha, Jay?” Mike pants in his puppy-dog yelping voice.

“Yes, I do,” Junior says, “I like it a lot.”

Junior wiggles his ass feeling the butt-plug move about as his ass grips the sex toy, which excites him, even more. His cock grows harder.

He smiles, again.

Colby grabs the end of the butt-plug in Junior’s ass and begins twisting the toy around, in a 360-degree turn, these motions further excite the butt-plugged young man. His cock throbs and grows harder.

“Mmmm, your cock has gotten harder,” Colby, says who sinks his mouth further down on the glaring and throbbing man-tool in his face. The sound of the penile slurping has everyone rapt with attention.

Seth, the oldest and most experienced man here and proud father of ‘the slurped one’ is enthralled by the sucking spectacle before him. The blowjob being administered on his son makes his cock grow even more. He squeezes his cock, harder, while a clear drop of cum manifest on his cock. He smears this juice on his cockhead like a layer of icing on a cake.

Mike is the one man who has had his Ring of Fire pierced by the seething volcano that is Junior Hiscock’s young and virile cock. His hole explored and visited by the muscled Adonis many times.

Colby is in cock-blessed heaven. His slobber covers the tool of the man he has lusted after the moment he met him on the first visit over to the Hiscock home for a home cooked dinner. He was newly hired, back then, like the other young man named, Mike. Junior was a high school student who came home, bounding like a revved-up teenager from baseball practice, shirtless, with an obvious bulge under his uniform. He was spellbound. Junior was obviously horny that day after that practice.

Junior, lovingly called so by everyone, yet, named Seth Hiscock, Jr., in real life and the son of the primary man on this fishing trip. Two, here he has tasted him and Mike, who calls him, Jay, who he has fucked on every available occasion, watches him with deliberate intent. He is face-fucking this man with his cock, taking it as if it were his last meal. Colby can take it.

“You gonna fuck, one of these men, son?” Seth asks, his hand still cupping his cock, like a boa constrictor, “I wanna see you pound one of their slippery little holes.”

Colby lifts his head off Junior’s cock.

“Maybe I’ll fuck both at the same time, Pop,” Junior says, “I can take care of both, easily.”

“I bet you can. You are my son, after all,” Seth says, “I want to see what type of a FUCKER, you are.”

“I’m good, Pop! REAAAAL GOOD!” Junior says, “Two nasty holes are just enough to get me started. Four would be even better.”

He winks once he finishes his boasting spiel.

“WHOA, BOY, YOU ARE MY SON, I LIKE TO FUCK THE SAME WAY,” Seth says with a raised voice, “NOW PROVE IT!”

“You betcha, Daddy,” Junior says, “Colby! Mike! Put your asses up there on the seats of the picnic table. Do it now, you damn MOTHERFUCKERS!”

“DAMN, SON,” Seth says, “…TELL’EM, TELL’EM WHAT TO DO.”

The cool night air soothes their bare bodies as they all exit from the screen-enclosed porch. The same screen door bangs shut behind Seth, as he is the last to exit from the porch. Each man’s cock juts out from his individual groins like knives piercing through the cool night. Tiny zings fill the night air as the blue light bug-zapper draws the wandering meandering insects away from the picnic table into the large low-hanging limbs of the tree-encircled pond.

Seth strokes his flapping cock as he walks behind the other three naked men, their trio of vulnerable asses, draw him in.

He has fucked all of them, minus his son. It is not something, he desires or wants to do.

Although seeing him, his son fucks someone or for his son to watch him fuck, does not bother him. In fact, it excites him, since he is anxious to see how such a young man, like his stud of a son, fucks. After all the years of watching porn, as many men do at his age, how have they learned to fuck by stroking their cocks before a cheaply made skin-flick.

He is curious as to what his son has learned. If not, he can instruct his younger carbon-copy namesake on some of the finer points of dipping his dripping wick into a wet and tight hole.

He is sure his son has fucked before, maybe, more than just this 18-year-old boy named Mike, as a man can only improve his fuck-skills when he can lay pipe into as many holes as he can.

“Hey Pop, why’d don’t you get their holes ready for me?” Junior says, “We can double-team them. If you like?”

Junior is the only one with any stitch of clothing on, his sweat-stained clinging tee shirt. His sexiness ever more apparent as the shirt makes him even more alluring.

“That would be good, son,” Seth says, “I’ll get their holes for you, for us…and your cock will get their holes ready for mine. I like sloppy-seconds.”

“Get your tongue deep in them holes, Pop, I’ll part their ass-cracks wider once I get my cock in there,” Junior says as he licks his long winding tongue across his lips.

“LIE ON YOUR BACK, BOYS, AND GET THOSE BUBBLED ASSES UP!” Seth demands, with a strong determination in his voice, “YOU TWO WHORES ARE GOING TO HAVE TWO ROCK-HARD COCKS BURIED DEEP INSIDE YOUR ASSES, SOON ENOUGH! BE READY!”

The two men lie on their backs, grabbing their knees and drawing their asses up for entry.

Mike is the first to have the rough bristly hairs of Seth’s scruffy beard rake across the tender red folds of his ass. Seth wets the ass with gobs of dripping saliva, darting his tongue deep within the hairy crack. The long tongue slithers in his hole, tickling the dark corridor.

“Work him over, Pop,” Junior urges on his dad, while roughly fondles his cock.

Mike squeals. His cock leaking an abundance of his cum onto his cinched-up belly, puddles form in these tight washboard-like abs that cover his stomach.

“I want you to eat me, Seth, “Colby says, “Get me ready for that hot stud of a son of your loins.”

Seth lifts his head from Mike’s ass, his scruffy face, reeks of a lubed and waiting ass and lathered up with Mike’s anal essence.

“He’s rimmed up and ready for you, son, “Seth says, “Show your Pop what you can do with a piece of prepared man-ass.”

Not wasting a second, Junior shoves his cock into Mike’s ass. Like a sinkhole on the Georgia plain, his cock is buried up to his pubes in the saliva-lubed ass, swallowed up by Mike’s unnatural anal forces.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Mike’s exaggerated screams and moans fill the night air.

“FUCK HIM, SON! FUCK THAT SQUEAKY TIGHT HOLE!”

The muscles on Junior’s back are accentuated as he works his 12-inch cock in and out of Mike’s ass. His arched back provides him with added thrust to shove his cock into his paramour’s lubed ass.

Seth stands stroking his cock as he looks onto to his only son fucking the ass of the young new hire to his county of the State Road Department. He is proud at the prolonged maneuvers into the open hole of Mike by his son. Once Junior plunges his steel-rod into the deep lubed hole of the younger man, Mike he pivots, pumps more juice from his straining cock, and gyrates like a worn-out jackhammer on steroids.

“TEAR THAT ASS UP!” Seth cheers on his son, “RIP THAT ASS TO FUCKING SHREDS!”

Mike squeezes tighter and tighter. His eyes roll back into his head as he is brought to untold heights of supreme celestial ecstasy.

Junior hammers Mike’s ass. The sound of flesh-on-flesh drowns out the activity happening around him. His world now is thrust he is delivering to welcoming hole of the man before him.

Seth does not wait but plunges his throbbing cock into Colby’s waiting hole.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Colby screams as he is impaled by Seth’s cock.

Father and son compete in rhythm and fierceness as each man splays open the ass that smothers their cock with each plunge.

The sounds carry across the pond. Wild animals in heat. Uncontrollable as the baser instinct overtake the father and son, and the men laid out on their backs.

Seth watches his son. Junior watches his father. Seth is proud of his son. The boy needs no instruction. A man knows what to do. It comes naturally once you start.

In his pride, and with little restraint, Seth pulls out and spews his seed. But he is overcome with exhilaration, but he is enamored with the prowess of his son. And his youth. And remembers what it once was for him. The mantle has been passed from father to son.

Junior screams, “I AM GONNA CUM!” His whines come once he yanks his cock from Mike’s puckered hole. His cum soaks down Mike, his cum splitting through the darkness like a white rope of man-cream from his throbbing cock.

Junior breathes. His chest heaving, falling and rising, as he regains composure.

His huffing and puffing ceases, his breathing eases, and his body relaxes as the adrenaline lessens and the flushed color of his skin gently resumes its once light pink pigment. His shivering and quaking from the explosion of cum from his cock coats Colby as if someone had flung a pail of white icing all over him.

“WHOA SON!” Seth says, joyfully, “YOU HAVE BUSTED QUITE A BIG NUT!”

“Like Father Like Son,” Junior boasts.

“I suppose we are gonna have to go fishing tomorrow,” Seth says, “Or else we gonna have some explaining to do to your Ma.”

“Yep,” Junior says, “Mom would be highly suspicious.”

“Have you called her?”

“No.”

“You best do it now,” Seth says,” She is probably worrying.”

Junior nods his head to his father.

Seth strokes his cock, smearing the remaining cum all over the still-swelled head of his cock.

Junior licks his fingers of what remains of his spent seed. Mirroring his father with his seed.

Mike and Colby exchange glances as they look at each other then the two men who have emptied their seed onto, and into them, partially, into the reclined pair as they peer between their uplifted legs. They smile. As each brush through the cum puddles on the hairs on their individual chest and treasure trail.

They are ready for more.

THE END

Note: Hiscock is an actual surname and not a creation for literary purposes.