My son, My trade

The following is a work of erotic fiction designed for a mature audience.

Gage Bramble was a low-life hoodlum.  All of nineteen, he was still attending high school which, in itself, was something short of a miracle.  No child left behind, or something like that.  In fact, Gage had been left behind.  Twice.  Had to repeat both seventh and eighth due to his failing grades.  Only thing he passed, barely, was gym.  When he decided to change into uniform, which wasn't often.  Why bother, he thought, when he always ended up in detention for his overly aggressive play.  Being older than the other Seniors Gage was the quintessential bully and most cowered when they had the misfortune of entering his path.

His facial features were highly Neanderthal with a broad, sloping forehead, projected jaw, reduced chin and large nose.  His eyes were dark and hard as steel; his lips, thick and cruel.  Midnight black hair parted dead center was worn long, falling over his ears and past broad shoulders.  His attire remained the same from day to day:  one of two faded black t-shirts bearing the insignia of a head banging heavy metal band under an ever-present leather jacket, black denim jeans and motorcycle boots.

Gage hadn't stood a chance from the time of birth.  His father, Rick, was a loutish boor who regularly beat his wife.  His mother:  a low class bar fly with no natural instinct for parenting.  While Rick was serving time for spousal abuse she took a powder, unloading the boy on his grandmother.  Gage proved to be too much to handle and Grandma gladly handed him over to his father upon Rick's release.  They lived in a dilapidated shack on a postage stamp sized, overgrown yard on the outskirts of town.  Due to his abrasive manner and heavy drinking Rick was unable to resume his former job as laborer at the steel mill and now worked odd jobs. When he could find them.

Gage's only real friend was Jay Kovacs, a slim youth with a face full of freckles and short, wiry and curly reddish hair.  Jay had grown up a few hovels over from the Brambles in what was commonly referred to as Shacktown.  His father had died when Jay was nine.  Cancer.  Mrs. Kovacs worked housekeeping at the one motel in town out by the main highway, earning barely enough to keep food on the table.  Jay's features were nondescript.  His teeth showed signs of neglect, nicotine stained at eighteen, revealing heavy plaque and missing one canine. Hygienically challenged, even Gage sometimes had to remind him to take a shower and swipe on some deodorant.  He dressed similar to Gage, sans the leather, a true follower.

It was the end of a mid-week school day.  The doors were wide open and an endless procession of students piled out, hurrying to catch their bus or, for those seniors with licenses, their cars.  Usually Gage had use of his father's banged up old red Daytona but Rick needed it for a job he'd secured for the day.  Even on a cold, snowy day there was no way Gage was riding a school bus with the other kiddies.  Wouldn't fit his tough guy image.  Although it would take over an hour, he would rather hoof it home with Jay at his side. 

They were crossing the lot when Gage spied Marc Hauser heading to the area where cars were parked.  Gage didn't care much for any of his classmates, but he thought Marc was alright.  He's the only one who had the balls to stand up to Gage.  They had a few run ins early on, but that was behind them now. 

"Hauser!" he bellowed.  Marc halted in mid stride, turned and saw the other boys.  Gage and Jay meandered over to him.  "You got your old man's wheels today?" Gage asked.  With Buck Hauser tending bar right down the street from his house Marc usually had use of his father's Ranger.  When Marc responded affirmatively Gage asked for a ride and the other boy consented. 

They all piled into the front, Jay straddling the console.  It was a short distance by truck to the Bramble place.  Marc was a careful driver.  He used directional signals, kept to the speed limit and never even ran amber light.  They had crossed over the main highway and were headed to their side of town, the industrial and residential side, when Gage looked over at Marc and casually asked, "You wanna fuck?"

Marc glanced over at him and smiled widely.  "I'm always up for a fuck."  They'd been doing it for years.  It was, well, sort of they way they had settled their last scuffle.  Since then Gage hadn't given Marc the trouble he dealt out to others. 

"Bet fuckin' Jay here's got a hard-on already," Gage teased.  Jay tittered and bobbed his head agreeably.  With one hand on the wheel in this twenty-five mph residential zone Marc reached over with his right, cupped Jay's groin and squeezed.  He wasn't hard but he sported a full mound.

They pulled up in front of the Bramble shack, an eye sore if ever there was one.  It wasn't unlike most others on this particular street, but the Bramble home looked especially seedy.  Shutters which weren't already lying among the overgrown grass and knee-high weeds were hanging by one hinge, the roof was buckling and more than one window pane had been broken and the space stuffed with a magazine.  The porch overhang had collapsed long ago, its rotting boards piled to one side.

Inside, the place wasn't much better.  It was one room with an open kitchen off to the side and their doorways at the back leading to two bedrooms and the bath in between.  There were no doors.  Heavy curtains were nailed over each opening.  While he and Buck weren't the best housekeepers, Marc rightly determined that Gage and his dad made no effort.  Clutter and garbage abounded around old, mis-matched furniture.  The stuffing was coming out of the faded sofa and easy chair.  Used paper plates, utensils and cartons from Chinese takeout covered the surface of the coffee table.  Dishes, pots and pans were piled high in and alongside the crusty kitchen sink.  The odor of cigarettes was rivaled by the stench of filth, mildew and decay.

Marc followed the boys through the mine field, floor boards groaning as they traversed.  Behind curtain number three was Gage's untidy room.  It was small with one window looking out at the property line and train tracks beyond, covered by a tattered, yellow sash.  The walls were all chipped plaster and random holes, adorned will full size nude posters of Stormy, Jenna and a few head banger bands.  Gage's bed was a full size mattress spread on the floor, no bottom sheet and the covers heaped at the foot of the bed. The one pillow had no covering. Crumpled soda and beer cans were piled up in the corners, along with a stack of tittie and car magazines.  There was no closet; what little clothing Gage owned was in a pile on the bare floor.  A cracked dish at bedside served as an ash tray, littered with cigarette butts and what suspiciously looked like the tail end of a joint.  In fact the room reeked of a combination of both as well as raunchy teen sweat.

Gage muscled off his jacket, carelessly tossed it to the floor and dropped onto the mattress.  Hastily unzipping, he hauled out his goods.  While Gage was on the periphery of teendom he had always had a man-sized cock.  A much darker shade than the rest of his body, it was a beefy hunk of meat with raised veins and a fat, pink knob.  Just looking at it made Marc lick his lips involuntarily.  He well knew the outstanding dimensions that inviting marvel would grow to.  Gage and Rick Bramble had two of the best looking cocks in town.  He should know; he'd done both father and son.  His father, Buck, wasn't happy as it was about him cavorting with Gage but would be even more pissed off if he knew about the boy's father.  Buck detested Rick Bramble. But what was a bottom boy to do?  They both had porn star meat.

Marc got down on the mattress between the spread of Gage's denim-clad legs and booted feet and began voraciously lapping on the other teen's substantial nut sac.  Gage's balls were hairy, as was his crotch, legs, ass ditch, armpits and a triangular spot between his pecs on an otherwise smooth chest.  Marc intimately knew every inch of the young tough's body.  On those occasions when they were alone, sans Jay, Gage enjoyed a full-bodied tongue bathing from Marc, always ending with the Hauser boy sucking him to a roaring climax.  Always the bully boy he spewed demeaning obscenities throughout, yet at the moment of ejaculation he was thoroughly Marc's bitch.   No one got Gage off as satisfyingly as Marc.

Marc's cheeks hollowed as he slurped on each hefty nad.  He sucked one ball, then the other, into his mouth and worked the entire sac.  Gage laced his hands behind his neck and smugly watched the other boy eat his basket.  Marc osberved the steady rise of Gage's meat.  Swiftly reaching full erection it was an awesome thing, the most perfect of cocks.  Marc slid a hand up the smooth surface, wrapped his fingers around the bulk and stroked as he devoured Gage's churning nuts.

Giddy with excitement, Jay joined them on the stained mattress.  Laying on his side propped up on one elbow with his eyes peeled on the action he feverishly squeezed his crotch.  Left to his own devices Jay Kovacs would never have gotten laid.  There wasn't one high school girl, even the ugly ones, who would put out for him.  He was a scruffy boy and either too dumb or lazy to do anything about it.  If not for Gage he wouldn't even have a buddy.  Around Gage he played the tough guy but, in actuality, he was nothing more than a white trash runt. 

Months ago, when Gage announced he was going to get him some pussy Jay had been elated.  When he learned the pussy belonged to Marc he was confused.  Gage wasn't queer.  Neither was Marc, far as he knew.  The kid was one of those hot shot jocks on the school's b-ball team.  Gage went first, really throwing it to Marc.  By the time he nutted Jay was ready to fuck anything.  Enthusiastically Jay climbed aboard, shoved his dick into Marc's asshole---and promptly shot his over-eager load.  Although a bit of a disappointment it had felt so good, brief as it was, and Jay couldn't wait to do it again. 

Jay worked the zip on his faded, stained jeans, fished out his dick and stroked.  By now Marc had sufficiently warmed and wet Gage's bag, plastering the dark hairs against the succulent scrotum.  His mouth was now traveling up the tasty length of the other teen's shaft, his lips nibbling on the man-sized undercord.  Gage's eight inch rod bobbed frenziedly as Marc's wet lips slobbered over his prick and engulfed the head.  Marc sucked and slurped on the hot crown while his hands tugged Gage's black denim down past his knees.  His hands ran up and down the ruffian's nicely hairy thighs while he gave a superb knob job.  Gage's ass was grinding against the mattress and his cock was already beginning to leak.  Marc scarfed up the pungent discharge and moaned appreciatively, enticing Gage to leak even more heavily.

Growing impatient, Jay moved himself closer to the action and rubbed his cock against Marc's cheek.  The Kovacs boy's piece was considerably paler than Gage's, whose dick more resembled those of the Puerto Ricans Marc dallied with downtown.  It was nearly the same length of his idol's but Jay's cock was uncut and had so much fleshy foreskin concealing the knob that it appeared longer.  And vulgar.  No more hygienic there than anyone else his tangled, rust-colored crotch was downright funky and probably host to who-knew-what creepy, crawling things.

Despite all, Marc accepted Jay's offering.  His teeth latched onto the thick foreskin and he tugged.  Cripes if Jay didn't have a good three inches of the stuff folding over itself and creating a pouting tip at the end.  Marc chewed on it and slipped his tongue under the roll, digging in to reach the hidden head.  There was a time when he nearly retched when tasting the buildup of cock cheese secreted there; Jay was always good for some.  And this time he didn't disappoint.  Marc's exploring tongue dug into the mother lode of dirty boy butter.  He choked a bit at first.  The unpleasant taste of spoiled milk and the foul odor emanating from the sleeve was enough to make a lesser cocksucker nauseous, but Marc had grown to revel in it.  Besides, he had had worse. 

Marc swiped his tongue around under the folds of Jay's cowl digging out the chunks, expelling some and swallowing others.  Jay had grown hard the instant he slapped his cock against Marc's face.  Marc wrapped a hand around the smelly stalk and jerked it while he feasted.  Peeling the skin down, he exposed the cock's head and ravenously licked the previously concealed area clean.  With a joyous smile on his freckled face Jay's eyelids fluttered blissfully and his head fell back on his shoulders.  Marc's mouth on his lonely cock was the only pleasure he had in life.

While still stroking Jay, Marc turned his attention back to Gage.  Forming his lips over the now-leaking fuck stalk he sucked and slobbered over the thick organ, taking it to the back of his throat.  Desiring it all, he gulped and swallowed until his lips were locked around Gage's hairy root and the cock was pulsing in his slick, smooth throat.  Holding himself open he drove his face up and down on the hot dick, ravaging his wet throat with eight inches of teen meat.  Gage tried to play the tough guy but the way his body writhed on the mattress spoke volumes.  He was working his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyebrows were knitted in a scowl and his nostrils flared with heavy snorting.

Marc worked Gage for a short while before turning his attention back to Jay.  He scarfed the dirty boy's dick right up, taking it down to the balls and thrusting his face back and forth on it.  Jay's eyes and mouth were wide open with extreme elation as Marc repeatedly deep throated him.  Then Marc was plunging back down on Gage, giving the boy a royal treatment.  And then he had Jay in his mouth again.  It was like a marathon of deep-throat cocksucking, from one dick to the other without losing a beat.  A boy gone wild on teen cock. 

His dick ripe and ready Gage rose from his prone position to shuffle around the mattress.  "Get them fuckin' pants off," he ordered brusquely.  "I need to get me some pussy."  Smiling excitedly, Marc rolled over and stripped himself bare.  He shimmied up higher on the bedding, assuming the place Gage had just vacated, spread his legs apart and pulled them toward himself.  With his big dick urgently twitching Gage's breath caught as he unconsciously admired Marc's boy pussy.  The kid's ass crack was nice and smooth, the puckered hole so clean and fresh as if it had never been breached.  And Gage knew that wasn't true.  Just looking at it made his mouth water and his dick throb.  Every time he fucked Marc it gave him extreme pleasure knowing he was despoiling that pristine hole with his dark Bramble cock.  Big and popular high school jock, team captain, top of his class, cheerleader's dream---and he was Gage's bitch. 

It gave him perverse pleasure that first time---and still did on each subsequent occasion---when he sicced grubby Jay and his dirty dick on Marc.  Jay's unwashed, cheesy cock soiling Marc's flawless hole was more than enough to make him nut.  The ultimate degradation should have been with Hobo Joe and his rank and nasty homeless buddies.  Those tramps would do anything for a pint of liquor.  Marc had been reluctant at first but once those dicks were out he was like a fly to shit.  Long as it had a cock, Marc would do it. 

They barely acknowledged each other when passing in the hallways at school.  It wouldn't suit either of their images to be openly friendly with the other.  After the bum fuck Gage gave him a particularly cunning look between classes as Marc was walking hand in hand with cute Becky Johnson.  If sweet little Becky only knew about her sometimes boyfriend’s after school special the day before!  A simple nod in the corridor had Marc meeting Gage in the rest room during study hall where they dared to fuck in the toilet stall.  Only once were they nearly caught.  Mr. Carmichael, Biology, stepped in to use the private faculty facility and might--or might not--- have seen them exiting the stall out of the corner of his eye.  What Gage didn't know is that it would not have mattered.  Marc had been Carmichael's fuck boy since the beginning of the school year.

Quick reminiscences had Gage throbbing and ready to ravage the other boy.  With jeans still around his ankles he kneed his way up between Marc's raised limbs, slapped his hard cock against the warm, smooth gash and easily slipped inside.  Watching his dark-hued meat sluicing through Marc's pretty pink ass lips had him pulsing out lubricating seminal fluids.  Like a rapidly blooming flower Marc's inviting hole opened to make way for inch after inch of Gage's main muscle.  Gage forged onward until he was buried to his hairy balls inside Marc.  It felt so fucking good!  Marc's sphincter had tightened around his massive root and his guts were worshipping his throbbing thickness.  It took all of his willpower not to surrender to such stimulating cock love.  Clenching his teeth and growling Gage yanked back, nearly ripped his cock from Marc's snatch, and then hammered back in.  Marc audibly grunted with each deliberate strike.  He loved the no-nonsense way Gage fucked.

Far back as Gage could remember he had peeked through the curtain and watched his usually drunken father fuck whatever bar fly he brought home.  No one could accuse Rick Bramble of being a gentle lover.  He was a savage brute, slapping, choking and battering hell out of the trollop's pussy.  Daddy Rick was Gage's example, the man whose sexual prowess he had to live up to.  One taste of Gage's abuse was enough for any of the teen twats he had coerced into sex.  The only one who had come back for a repeat performance was Marc.  Marc seemed capable of taking anything he dished out.  Gage could pull his hair, spit in his face, cock gag him, smack him around and call him any vile name while he ferociously pounded his ass.  Marc was no pussy, either.  He gave back as much as he got, punching Gage in the chest, on his arms and yanking on his tits.  Also, Marc slovenly ate out his asshole and swallowed his load, things none of those bitches willingly did.  He would never admit it---even to himself---but Gage had a "thing" for Marc.

Gage slammed his cock through Marc's slithering insides, ground it around in his sloppy guts and rudely yanked it out.  Marc's ass lips attempted to suck on his crown but Gage thrust his hips forward again, rashly plunging into the glorious ass.  He repeatedly drove his dick deep into the other teen's slick channel, deliberately pumping hell out of him.  Marc admirably took every blow head on, challenging Gage to drive even harder.  He slid his hands up under Gage's t-shirt, latched onto the boy's swollen nipples and roughly handled them, causing erotically charged sensations to course down through Gage's balls.  Gage growled, gritted his teeth and slammed Marc more ferociously.  They both knew it was exactly what each of them wanted.

Jay was like an excited kid, waiting on the sidelines to join the team.  Gage sometimes regretted including Jay, but they had been buddies since they were in diapers.  Pretty much did everything together.  Without him, Jay would be nothing.  And he knew the other boy worshipped the ground he walked on.  Besides, it really stirred him up when the high school jock was working on grubby, stinky Jay.  Still, there were times he would rather not have to share.  

"What the fuck you waitin' for?" he barked at the curly-topped lad.  "Put his mouth to use."  An animated Jay bobbed his head with a toothy---well, almost---grin and practically fell over himself scrambling into position.  "You take a shit today?" Gage inquired as he heaved his cock into Marc's squelching hole.

"Fuck, yeah," Jay acknowledged with a dumb smile.  "Before last class."  Gage was reasonably sure there had been one quick swipe with toilet tissue.  Much as he'd tried to coach his buddy on basic hygiene, Jay was a lazy bastard. 

"Whyn't you sit on his face and let him eat your asshole for a while?" Gage encouraged, knowing he would enjoy that as much as Jay.

Waggling his head again with an ear to ear grin Jay stripped off dusty jeans and worn briefs and squatted over Marc's cute, wholesome face.  A warm, ripe aroma washed over Marc, causing his nostrils to crinkle.  Jay lowered his butt until it was just within reach and hovered there.  With his cheeks spread Marc had a clear view of the greasy and sticky brown eye nestled in a sparse growth of reddish ass hair. 

"Eat him, bitch!" Gage commanded with a pointed, gut-wrenching thrust. 

Marc swiped his tongue along Jay's open trench, forcing himself to resist the urge to gag.  The other boy's ass was quite gamey.  He was almost certain he was tasting shit.  But, like a real trouper, he tongued the noxious channel from the upper cleft down through the perineum.  Soon his tongue was dancing through Jay's fetid crack with real gusto, giving it a much needed bathing with his licker.  Jay was grinning joyfully and stroking his leaking cock while Marc feasted in his shitter. 

Gage shook his head in disbelief.  Marc really was something else.  When it came to sex, it seemed there was nothing---or no one---he wouldn't do.  Personally knowing how good it felt when the other boy's mouth was on his hot, hairy hole had Gage ripping through Marc's clenching pussy with increased fervor.  The jock's guts were clinging to his pistoning rod and milking him from deep within.  Marc sure knew how to take a hard fuck.  In fact, he seemed to relish it.  The kid was a pig.  Fuck, anyone who would slobber around in Jay's nasty ass had to be!

Marc's face was all up in Jay's butt.  From his vantage point all Gage could see was the slut's chin, and even that was partially concealed by Jay's drooping ball bag.  From the look of elation on Jay's freckled features Gage surmised Marc was really making a meal of that raunchy ass.  With the tip of his tongue Marc quick-flicked directly on the target area.  Jay's asshole quivered and pulsed open.  Marc quickly drove his muscle through the parted lips and snaked up into the musky chute.  Jay squirmed but Marc kept himself buried as deeply as possible while he fluttered his tongue about in the boy's pungent channel.  Although not quite as funky as Hobo Joe's ass (Marc briefly thought he should take a stroll down the tracks and see if the tramp was still camped out there; Joe's cock had been comparable to an eel) Gage's butt hole was definitely ripe.  Rather than repulsing him it stirred up the beast in Marc.  Forming his lips around the pucker Marc noisily sucked Jay's asshole while plunging his tongue inside the slick, smelly recesses.  Jay shivered and sat square on Marc's face, stroking his stiff meat while the boy ate him out.

Gage's hot rod twitched and jerked in Marc's tight little pussy.  His cock was like a jack hammer rapidly moving in and out of the boy.  Far as he was concerned Marc's ass was made for him; it was the perfect fit.  He loved the way it felt deep up inside, especially the way Marc snuggled it with his hot, wet pussy.  From the looks of Marc's hard, pulsing shaft the high school jock was equally captivated by Gage's dick.  If Jay wasn't present he might have wrapped his fist around Marc's horn and jerked it a little for him.  But he wouldn't want Jay to think he was going queer.  He was a bruiser with an image to uphold.  Such impulses would have to wait for a more intimate time.

Deciding Marc had snacked long enough in Jay's vile shitter Gage called his dog off.  Jay reluctantly unseated himself, leaving Marc laying there with his good looking face moist with saliva and butt juice.  Marc appeared desperate, like a boy in serious heat.  He obviously wanted more.  And Gage had just the idea to fulfill his desire.  Instructing Jay to take a place on his back he slipped his dick from the horny teen's hole and told Marc to ride the other boy's cock.  Not one to leave his hole empty for too long, Marc threw one leg over to straddle Jay's wiry body, reached between his legs to grasp the uncut cock and positioned it at his hungry asshole.  The cowled snout easily popped through his slick asslips, the tough skin peeling back from the cheesy head as inch after inch the dirty dick was swallowed up by Marc's warm, tight orifice until the mangy ginger bush was tickling his crack.

Jay was wide eyed with astonishment as he savored the sensation of having his prick surrounded by the young athlete's pussy.  The unknowing observer would have thought it was his first time.  Marc rose from his lap, and then quickly dropped back down.  Jay actually cried out.  Marc hoped the boy wasn't going to be quick on the trigger, as he had been that first time.  Raunchy as it was, Jay's uncut meat felt great up his ass.  Marc began bouncing up and down the full length of the dirty boy's hardon, conscious of the dick head slipping in and out of that sleeve of cock skin inside him.  Jay was positively writhing on the uncovered mattress, breathing heavily and chewing on his bottom lip.

Then Gage's hands were on Marc's back, pushing him forward atop Jay.  Gage hunkered down behind Marc in a semi-squat and guided his cock to the point of contact.  Placing his unit underbelly to underbelly atop Jay's he eased it into the already stuffed hole.  Marc, adventurous slut that he was, reared his butt back against the invading prick and sighed huskily when it slid in.  Gage's cock glided along Jay's until they were both buried deep inside Marc's quim.  On his forearms over Jay Marc tossed back his head and quivered.  He had been double downed, even tripled, but never by randy teen cock.  Both dicks were pulsing mightily inside him, lying on his prostate and making him want to cum.

Then they started fucking.  At first it was just Gage, sliding his beautiful stiffie over Jay's uncut member and thrusting in and out.  But after a while they were alternating their dicks, first one and then the other gliding gut deep through his ass walls.  And then they would both join forces, ramming both cocks into him at once, really filling his bowels.  Jay's puny arms came around his back to hold him in an embrace.  Marc was too far gone to even protest the advance.  With his head next to Jay's, chin in the crook of the other boy's shoulder, Marc breathed heavily into his ear.  Spurred on by the incredible fucking he turned to face Jay and impulsively covered the boy's mouth with his own.  Jay, he of the chapped lips and stained, broken, plaque coated and missing teeth, had never been mouth to mouth with anyone before and reacted immediately.  He clamped his kisser to Marc's and sucked the boy's swirling, probing tongue into his mouth.  High on cock, Marc hungrily swapped spit with dirty Jay, caring little about the boy's foul breath.  He bruised Jay's lips as he thrust his tongue deep into the redhead's oral cavern.  For the first time in his life Jay Kovacs was madly in love.

Gage was hardly fazed by the fact the other two were making out.  Marc was a pig and Jay, well, he was easily led.  Especially when it came to sex, which Jay had precious little experience with.  It was actually kind of hot watching them slobbering over each other.  Gage would have to talk to Jay about that later.  Remind him it wasn't a manly thing to do.  But for now, let him get it out of his system.

Things were heating up and Gage felt his balls boiling.  He was going to shoot his wad soon.  Surprised Jay already hadn’t.  And Marc, with two dicks battering his hole, his cock should have fired long ago.  Well, fuck them.  All Gage cared about was the awesome ejaculation he got whenever he was with Marc.  And it was coming.  Fuck, if it wasn't coming!

"What the fuck's goin' on in here?" a deep, booming voice bellowed.  The trio froze in action.  So engrossed in their fevered fucking they hadn't heard the entrance of another.  Jay looked around Marc, who rose up on his hands and turned his head in the direction of the voice. Gage glanced over his shoulder.  Standing in the doorway with the curtain pulled back was his father, Rick Bramble.

"Why ain't you fuckers in school?" Rick asked nastily with a slight slur to his words.

"Why ain't you at work?" Gage countered.

Rick paused a moment, then replied almost guiltily, "None'a your fuckin' business."  In other words, he'd already managed to get fired from his temp job.  "What whore you two fuckin'?"  He stepped further into the room, swaying slightly.  Yup, Rick Bramble had definitely stopped at the bar on his way home.  Squinting he focused on the boy in the middle and inquired, "Is that little Hauser there?"

Marc got his voice.  "Hey there, Mr. Bramble."

"Sonofabitch!"  Rick exclaimed and went for his zipper.  "Get the fuck out the way youse two. Gonna show you how to fuck that pussy!"  Rick hauled out his daddy meat and advanced on the group.  He rudely shoved his son out of the way, lifted Marc off Jay and flipped him over onto his back.  Marc's eyes flared with expectation.  This wouldn't be his first go-round with Rick Bramble.  Around town Rick was generally considered to be low-life scum, a barroom brawler and ex-con.  Buck, Marc's father, had no use for him and, in fact, tossed him from Ralph's Place on more than one occasion.  But even that didn't stop Marc from adding Rick to his score card.

In his younger days Rick was considered to be something of a handsome man, although in a rugged sort of way.  Marc supposed, to a certain extent, he still was.  The Bramble dad was square jawed with a strong, deep clefted chin and prominent cheekbones.  His face was shadowed by charcoal stubble; Rick Bramble shaved once, maybe twice a week.  Reptilian shaped eyes were dark, cold and menacing and, at the moment, glazed with drink.  A slightly crooked nose spoke to the many bar room and jail house fights he had taken part in.  His lips were fleshy, uneven and cruel.  There was little trace of gray in his dark hair, short on the sides and back, thicker and unruly on top.  He always looked as though he'd just climbed out of bed, run his hands through it and gone on with his day.  Although he hadn't worked steadily in many years, Bramble still somehow maintained the strong physique he had back in his steel worker days.  Despite his unsavory reputation, or perhaps because of it, Marc found Rick to be entirely masculine and sexy as fuck. 

Add Rick to the list of Marc's men daddy Buck would disapprove of.

While Gage and Jay annoyedly watched from nearby Rick crawled atop Marc, slipped his arms under the boy's shoulders and let his dick sniff out the teen's hole.  Never one to bother with foreplay, Rick heaved once and was in him all the way.  Marc let out a sigh as his eyes flared wide and rolled up blissfully.  Except for a bit more girth Daddy Bramble's cock was almost a twin of his son's masculine beauty.  It tore clear through his inner sphincter and punched into his guts.  Then Rick began to plow him, fucking his boy pussy full of fabulous sensations.  Teen cock was okay, but Marc was a boy who preferred a man reaming his ass.  He looked up at Rick, whose face was mere inches above his own and was delighted to see the roughneck was doing the same.  Whiskey breath washed over Marc's face as Rick's pummeling hips drove his ex-con cock in and out of his clutching puss.  Marc's hands tugged at the man's worn t-shirt, cupped and squeezed the pectoral mounds under the material and ran up and down his still-muscular arms.

Sure Rick had downed a few before making his way home but the liquor had done nothing to diminish his stamina.  It rarely did.  He was a mean fucking machine when he got tanked up.  It certainly was a nice surprise to find little Hauser bare-assed and ready to fuck.  And Rick surely wasn't going to let his son and that Kovacs kid get all the goods.  They'd just gotten little Hauser warmed up for the main event.  After the argument at the job site which resulted in his dismissal Rick had been all fired up.  His normal hot-headed reaction involving his fists would have probably landed him in jail.  Rick had enough of that shit.  The alternative was fucking out his frustration.  Unfortunately there had been nothing available at the bar.  But here, at home, was Hauser.  Over the years Rick had learned this kid could take whatever he had to dish out and still be wanting more.  And little Hauser had one hell of a nice, cushiony pussy which did things to his man meat that none of those barroom whores had ever done.  Rick didn't care for the father, but he sure liked a visit from little Hauser.

Rick's bludgeoning shaft met no resistance from Marc's teen cunt as it recklessly heaved deep into his squirming guts.  While Marc knew his father was right, that the Brambles were good-for-nothing trash, he was hooked on their big cocks.  Daddy Rick was certainly disreputable: incapable of holding a job, inciting fights when liquored up and having served time for beating on his wife.  But the stud sure knew how to fuck.  Marc had learned long ago that when Rick was a little tanked and pissed about something he was at his bestial best.  Which is why he baited the man, stoking the fires by renewing the long-standing feud between the Brambles and Hausers.

Slipping his hands up under Rick's shirt and pinching his man tits Marc clucked his tongue and not-so-innocently said, "Boy, oh, boy.  My dad would sure be mad as a hornet if he knew what we were doing."

Rick froze, his eyebrows practically intersecting with a serious frown, and gritted his teeth.  "FUCK BUCK!" he snarled as he tore into Marc's ass with renewed vigor.  With a small, self-satisfied smile Marc thrust his ass up against Rick's pumping loins, meeting him head-on.  His toes curled each time Rick's punishing dick plugged up his desperate hole.  The sheer pleasure was indescribable, the sensation in his pussy so intense that it radiated through his entire body.  Marc wanted that cock to be lodged in him forever, to never leave.  To fuck him every moment of every day.  Morning, noon, night.  Although he knew he probably shouldn't be, Marc was crazy about Rick Bramble.  Maybe it had something to do with the allure of forbidden fruit, Rick's sordid reputation or, quite possibly, defying his father.  Or maybe, quite simply, Rick fucked him like no one else.

By now the other boys had knelt on the mattress to either side of the fornicating twosome stroking their randy dicks.  Marc almost reluctantly unhanded Rick's brawny body and reached out to wrap his fist around each teen cock.  While Rick ceaselessly barreled through his bowels Marc pumped the cocks in hand, appreciating Gage's perfect piece and at the same time enthralled by the feel of Jay's loose skin moving over his leaking corona.  Both cocks were heavily drooling from their piss slits, providing him with ample lube to stroke their full length.

Frustrated with being left out of the real action, and badly wanting to get his rocks off, Gage punched his father on the shoulder and said, "Let us in.  I wanna fuck his face."  Normally a junk yard dog not wanting to let go of a slab of raw meat Rick nevertheless reared up, positioned himself on his knees between Marc's widely spread thighs and continued gut-punching his flawless pussy.  Like a pair of coyotes Gage and dirty Jay moved in on their prey. Marc turned his head to suckle Gage's dripping cockhead.  In no mood for teasing Gage thrust his hard dick to the back of Marc's mouth and into his throat.  Marc swallowed the teen rod whole.

"Fuckin' take that dick, Hauser," Gage commanded, as if Marc needed any instruction.  Gage crudely drove his cock deep down Marc's gullet again and again.  Marc's jaws were unhinged, making his mouth an open, inviting trench for the other boy to fuck.  Gage swiftly slammed his pelvis into Marc's face, deep-fucking the basketball star's wet and velvety smooth throat.  Still Marc managed to massage the plunging shaft in much the same way his pussy was working Rick's big dick.  He clung to the cocks of father and son with throat and ass, sucking and squeezing with all his might, confident this ultimate pleasure was as good for them as it was him. 

A wet, spongy tapping on his cheek reminded Marc there was another cock unattended.  Although it was a challenge getting away from Gage, Marc managed.  Turning his head in the opposite direction he gobbled up Jay's nasty prickhead and suckled it.  Chewing on all that foreskin he rooted around inside to dig out the drooling head.  Thick skin slid over Jay's dick as Marc shot his head back and forth, fucking it with his face.  Then, with one gulp he swallowed the entire thing.  Jay's body tensed and Gage thought sure his buddy was going to shoot, but somehow the excited boy managed to hold back.  Following Gage's example, as he always did, Jay began driving his entire length slowly, then faster in and out of Marc's tender throat.

Rick barreled through Marc's asshole ever harder, ramming home with each forceful thrust.  His big dick repeatedly punched into the teen's incredible hole and roughly pulled back.  The older man showed incredible stamina; rather than slowing him down, the drink seemed to galvanize him.  Marc's tight ass delightedly took everything Rick served up; a hard fuck, the kind that made his toes curl and hairs stand on end, was the type only a true bull could deliver.  His battered guts churned with each violent, deep thrust and prompted him to suck even more voraciously on the cocks in his mouth.  Gage had worked his rod in next to Jay's and they were both fucking his face together.

Big Rick was scowling more than normal.  His thick eyebrows were furrowed and there was an almost frightening look about him.  Snorting like a hog and hissing air through his clenched teeth his muscular body bucked and writhed.  With a rising howl and a final forward punch he began uncontrollably convulsing.  He shook and heaved as cum roared up through his cock tube and fired deep inside Marc's ass.  The teen's insides wrapped around his spurting dick like a slick, caressing glove and provided the ultimate in orgasmic pleasure.  Marc felt each strong blast striking his insides and used everything he had to squeeze even harder, milking that shooting cock for every last drop. 

And then Jay was going into all sorts of contortions.  Every time Jay came it was like his first.  His eyes and mouth were agape, his face turned pale and he appeared to be having a revelation.  With a strangled shot he came in Marc's mouth at the precise moment as Gage.  Two loads of hot, tasty teen semen pumped into the other boy's muzzle.  Marc swallowed furiously, attempting to keep up with the gushers.  Copious amounts of musky semen kept coming; they were teens, after all.  Marc lost little.  While pretty much everything else about Jay was fairly skeevy his cum, combined with Gage's, was absolutely delicious.

All at once Marc felt a wet warmth filling his belly.  Rick was pissing inside him!  The menacing man was glaring down at him, challenging him to protest.  Instead, Marc's insides clung to the spurting dick, inviting it to hose down his insides.  Rick must have been holding for quite a while, because the strong flow of warm whiskey urine seemed ceaseless.  Just when he had thought things were regrettably over Marc's arousal was renewed.  His cock was still rock hard and pulsing with the knowledge that big bad Rick was using him like a toilet.  Gage immediately caught on to what his dad was doing and, also needing to relieve himself, began squirting in Marc's mouth.  Marc whimpered excitedly and eagerly accepted Gage's offering.  Feeling Gage's warm piss against his cock in Marc's face and enlivened by this unexpected twist Jay, the faithful follower, relaxed his bladder and let loose his own torrent.  Marc greedily gulped down mouthfuls of rich, tangy piss while his asshole continued to drain Rick.  With all this cum and piss he was in pig heaven.  When Gage's thick fingers latched on to one of his stiff nipples and started twisting, while Jay (of course) followed suit and boy-handled the other with his blunt, dirty nails, Marc's prone body tensed.  With a gargled sigh jets of sweet cum flew out of his dick hole and shot across his torso.

Without a word Rick pulled out and left the room.  Like a primitive, he'd gotten what he needed and was done.  Fuck 'em, leave' em and wash 'em down with another swallow of whiskey.  Gage rose and zipped up while Jay remained more reluctant.  When someone's warm body and hot hole is all you've ever had, and all you will likely ever have, it's often times difficult to let go.  Frankly, Marc didn't care.  At the moment, if Jay grubby wanted to make out or go at it again, he would.  He laid there luxuriating in the radiance of another fantastic fuck.  While he knew he must look a mess it was something he would worry about later.

He just prayed he didn't run into his father when he got home.