My son, My trade

The following is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual scenes and is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience.

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The neighborhood boys gathered at the old, neglected park to shoot baskets on the court and hang out for a while.  It had been difficult for the usual group to get together this summer.  Most had taken seasonal jobs, at their parent's insistence, to occupy their time.  Fast food joints, the big supermarket out on the main highway and local businesses downtown took on summer help. With less than a month to go before school was back in session, most of them returning for their Senior year, the old gang hit upon this midweek day when almost all of them weren't scheduled for work. 

It was one of those early August, dog days of summer and hot as a firecracker.  Stripped to the waist they had already worked up a sweat even though they'd only been at it for less than half an hour.  Ricky Johnson tried to shoot a basket, but Jason Whithers blocked him and the ball missed the hoop.  The court wasn't ideal.  It had been there before their fathers were teens.  The asphalt was cracked, rendering dribbling the ball a challenge in itself.  The net on one end was rotted, tattered and dangling while the distaff side was completely missing its mesh.  The backboards seemed as though they were ready to tumble down each time the ball struck.  The town showed little interest in reviving the park despite complaints from locals.  Once a week a lawn mower came through, garbage cans were emptied and a cursory mopping and restocking of toilet paper was done in the cement structure which housed the piss-scented rest rooms.

Billy Warren, who had begged off his job this day, got control of the ball, dribbled down the court carefully avoiding the fissures, and made his shot.  The ball skittered around the rim, failed to go in and was swiftly retrieved by teammate Darnell Taylor, who leapt and completed the shot.  The boys victoriously bumped fists and made their way to the bleachers to rest.  With their youthful bodies dripping sweat they lounged back, gulped water from their personal flasks and re-energized amid small talk.

"Look over there," Joey Dunlap pointed at the black sedan parked at the curb across the way.  "There's Stank and his driver."

"Old fuckin' perv," Bryan Hodges snorted.  "Shouldn't he be dead by now?"

"Old fuck's near about ninety," Gordy Howell scoffed. 

"Ever see that driver of his?"  It was Harley Brewster.  "Sonofabitch looks like he got kicked in the face once too often."

"Hear tell he was a boxer," Billy offered.  "Wouldn't wanna fuck with him.  He's a big guy.  Wonder what he's doin' workin' for old Stank."

"Yeah, well, what I heard is he beat fuck out of some guy and served time for it," Louie Amalfatano announced.  "Dad says he's an ex-con so prob'ly nobody else'll hire his ass."

"How the fuck does old Stank pay for him, I'd like to know?" Jozef  Dabrowski queried.

Ricky snorted.  "They say that old fuck has a stash of cash in that haunted house of his.  Probably why that boxer dude is hangin' around.  Tryin' to find it and rob old Stank."

"Mebbe next time I see him take the old man out I'll get in that house and have a look for myself," Darnell mused.

"Shit bro, you don't even hafta break in," Jason said.  "Just knock on the door and tell the old perv you'll show him your dick and he'll let you right in."  They all laughed at that. 

"How's about we give him a show right now?"  Gordy suggested.  "It's what he's here for, ain't it?"

Laughing good naturedly they all concurred.  Rising and turning around the boys all dropped their shorts, exposing their bare asses to the voyeurs.  Shaking booty they hooped and hollered.  Gordy bent over at the waist, reached behind to grasp his cheeks and pulled them apart, showing boy hole.  Darnell went one better, turning to face the onlookers and shaking his big black cock in their direction.  If that didn't get him into the house, nothing would.

The driver of the sedan honked the horn in response to the display and slowly moved on down the street in the direction of Stank's monstrous, dilapidated old house.  As the car drove off, the boys pulled their shorts back up while fist bumping and high-fiving one another.

"Where da fuck is Marc today?" Bryan asked after they'd all settled down.  The question was directed to Billy.  They all knew Marc and Billy were, and always had been, besties.

Billy shrugged.  "Texted me this morning sayin' he couldn't hang today.  Somethin' about doing something with his Dad."

"Saw Buck goin' to work at the bar this morning," Bryan commented with furrowed brow.

"Dunno," Billy replied.  "Maybe he's takin' off early and they're doin' somethin'.  I dunno."

If anyone would know it would be Billy, Bryan thought.  He often thought to ask if Billy was getting head from Marc the same as he was.  Close as they were, he had to be.  Like Bryan, it was probably something Billy just didn't talk about.  Maybe Marc was blowing all of them and they just didn't know.  Because they never discussed it amongst themselves.  But what if he wasn't, doing the others, that is?  Bryan would have revealed himself.  The other guys would think he was a fag.  He didn't do anything to Marc.  Hell no, not Sammy Hodges' son!  His father was a big, beefy forklift operator down at the cannery.  A NASCAR fanatic.  A real man's man.  Hell no, Bryan didn't mess with dick. 

Marc sucked him off.  It had been going on for years.  It's not like Marc was some sissy-acting queer, like four-eyes Devon Brooks.  Marc was a guy just like the rest of them.  Only difference is, he sucked dick.  And pretty good, too.  While it was true Bryan had nothing to compare it with, it sure felt awesome.  He'd tried all last semester to get with Callie Hooper, but she wasn't putting out.  What the hell else was a guy supposed to do?  Beating his meat just wasn't the same.  Whenever he was horny which, at seventeen, was most of the time, Marc was more than willing to help him out.  It grossed Bryan out a little at first when Marc gulped down his load.  But after a while it gave him a kick knowing the star basketball player was swallowing his spooge. Better off not questioning the others, lest he lose his good thing.

It would have blown Bryan's mind to know that Billy was the only one of them gathered today on that basketball court that Marc hadn't had.  And his supposedly straight father Sammy was getting free head and ass from Marc long before Buck started charging him for it.

Just about every one of them had similar thoughts after Marc's name was dropped.  All, that is, except, for Billy, who remained clueless.  Jason, Ricky, Joey, Gordy, Harley, Louie, Darnell and the others, they all knew first-hand about Marc's secret talent.  Yet none of them ever revealed it to the other.  In fact, most of them had gone a step further than Bryan by getting a piece of their buddy's ass.  Darnell, in particular, was quite fond of Marc's pink pussy. 

As a member of one of the few black families in this old bigoted town he had a desire to fuck white.  It made him feel superior over these racists who'd always made him feel inferior.  The closest he ever got was with Hanna Kowalski, who lifted her frilly skirt and spread her legs in the back seat of the school bus, pulled her panties aside and showed him her gash.  When Darnell reached out to touch her pussy she urged him on, then cried molestation.  The girl's father nearly took off his head along with his father, Eugene's, railing all sorts of racial slurs on them on their front yard.  It was only due to Marc's testimony that the matter was dropped.  Marc had been sitting across from them, observed the little slut's lewd advance and backed up his buddy Darnell.

Wasn't long after that he was fucking Marc.  The little white girls in this town weren't going to give him any, but here was this white boy, a superior b-ball star, who was willing and able.  Marc really swung on his ten inch black dick, taking all of it down his throat and up his ass like a seasoned porn star.  After he blew his boy load in either of those places (Marc never allowed a drop to go to waste) they were back to being neighborhood buddies, as if nothing sexual had ever happened.  Until next time.  Darnell liked to think he possessed this white boy but he often wondered if Marc was giving it up to any of the others in their circle.  He knew for a fact that his father had tapped Marc's ass but remained uncertain about their mutual friends. 

Jason, Ricky, Louie, they were all having similar thoughts.  Some were already throwing wood thinking about Marc and his pleasing asshole.  Each figured, if Marc had shown up, he would be the one trailing off with him to the sleazy park rest room, the woods at the end of the block or some other private location.  They had all grown up in this neighborhood.  Been friends all their lives.  Individually they each liked Marc.  Cheered him on in his athletics.  He was a great buddy, just one of the guys.   And an even better lay.  While they all liked girls, wanted some pussy, Marc was a marvelous substitute until some came along. 

They played another friendly, but completive game, but it wasn't the same without the high school b-ball superstar, Marc, there.  Overheated and dehydrated, they broke up a short while afterward.  Each went off on his own way.  Billy and Ricky, who lived only a block from each other, turned off onto Arthur Avenue and past the house belonging to Buck Hauser, Marc's father.  Buck's Ranger was parked curbside.  Curious, since Marc had led Billy to believe he was going off somewhere with his Dad.  On a lark Billy stepped up to the door and, knowing the Hauser's never kept their place locked up, stepped into the vestibule and called out to Marc. There was no response.  Returning to a waiting Ricky, the brother of his sometimes girlfriend, they continued on to the end of the block and crossed over to Connor Ave. 

As they neared the Warren home Billy suddenly stopped short and put out his hand to halt Ricky.

"What'samatter?" Ricky asked, confused.

"Look!"  Billy exclaimed.  "There's my father's truck in front of the house!  He musta come home from work for lunch or somethin'."

"So?" Ricky failed to understand the significance.

"So, after they went to work this morning I played sick to the job.  My old man will kick my ass if he finds out I didn't go."

"Just tell him you didn't have to work today," Ricky offered.

Billy shook his head.  "Nah, my schedule is tacked to the board right next to the fridge. Besides, at breakfast he asked what time I'd be home."

"Shit, bro, I don't know what to tell you.  Maybe you can hang at my house until he goes back to the job."

"Yeah, okay."  They crossed to the other side of the street to skirt by the house when Billy suddenly halted.  "Wait a minute!"

"What's up now?" Ricky asked, frustrated.

"Who's bike is that in front of the house?  It ain't mine.  I don't leave my bike out front.  That looks like---yeah, it is.  That's Marc's bike!"

"You sure?"

"Fuck, yeah.  I'd know it anywhere."  Confused, Billy wondered, "What the fuck is Marc doin' here?"

"Dunno, bro," Ricky replied.  "Let's keep moving in case your dad comes out and sees us."

"Fuck, no!" Billy declared.  "I wanna know what's goin' on.  Come on.  Follow me."

Billy led Ricky further down the sidewalk past the house, then skirted across the street to the other side.  Stealthily he made his way up to his home and the adjoining property.  A tall wooden privacy fence separated the lots.  With his back to the fence he edged through the high weeds along the side of the house and stopped at the first window he encountered.  Holding his breath he took a look inside.  The curtains were parted just enough for him to see that the living room was vacant.  Moving further to the back of the property he did the same at the next opening but so no activity in the dining room.  Further back was one more, but here the ground sloped downward and he was unable to look inside.  Fully aware that a ground search might be fruitless since there were two stories and his father, or Marc, or both could be upstairs, Billy instructed Ricky to give him a boost.  This back room was a seldom used guest bedroom.  The main bedrooms were on the upper story.

Ricky laced his hands together, Billy placed a foot into them and hoisted himself up.  Gripping the edges of the sill he pressed his face to the window and gasped.  There was his father.  And Marc.  And they weren't playing cards.

Earlier, Frank Warren begged off lunch with the guys claiming he had "something" to attend to at home.  It was little more than a five minute drive through the local streets between the warehouse and home.  He was a full-time hand laborer, manually unloading and moving freight from the independent truckers who delivered all sorts of material.  Since graduating high school twenty-something years ago he'd worked there, first as part-time help until a steadier shift opened.  It was a tough, hands-on job but Frank was a strong, beefy guy.  The job had made him that way.  When he started he was a lightweight, wispy thing like his kid, Billy.  Now he weighed in at about two-thirty, which looked like more than it was since he only stood at 5'7", and he had big arms from all the lifting.  Wasn't a handsome fella by any means, but wasn't butt ugly either.  Thick, wiry hair gone salt 'n pepper already, which he kept reasonably short and an equally thick mustache which, if his wife Trudy didn't keep up with it, grew down over his upper lip.  The 'stache sort of camouflaged his big, wide schnoz.  His son got lucky and didn't inherit that feature from him.  His eyes were bright and playful; Trudy always said he reminded her of a mischievous Leprechaun.  He had a thickset body with a hard, rounded belly, the type that couldn't hold a pair of pants at the waistline, causing them to constantly droop down.  Probably from all the afternoon beers he had with the guys after work at Ralph's Bar.

The streets were empty at this time of day in the sleepy bedroom town, so the going was easy.  Traveling home, then back, Frank figured he'd have about forty-five minutes at home.  He was anxious; had been thinking about it all morning.  He was a man who needed to get laid.  It had been a while.  Well, at least for him.  A week, week and a half perhaps.  Wasn't getting any at home.  That had stopped years ago.  Trudy had packed on major weight after little Billy was born and in the ensuing years never took a pound of it off.  Frank never reproached her about it but he sure would have liked the shapelier girl he married.  As the years came along she no longer wanted to fuck.  Trudy let him eat her out, but that was about all.  She liked the feel of his thick 'stache against her twat.  And Frank was good at it.  He ate like a starving man which, in a way, he was.  But as for getting himself off, that was up to him and his five trusty fingers.  (What Frank didn't know was that Trudy had discovered the pleasures of pussy.  And not necessarily her own.  Those frequent wine and card game sessions with Louise Hodges and Thelma Whithers had very little to do with Merlot and Bridge.)  

Frank made it with a few of the bar flys who frequented both Ralph's and The Hole, a dive bar on the other side of the tracks.  What else was a guy supposed to do when his wife wouldn't give him any?  Somewhere along the way the broads stopped coming to Ralph's.  There was more action over at The Hole.  Ralph's soon became known as a guy's bar.  It's not that no women were allowed, they just infrequently came.  Unless he wanted to trek over to The Hole, Frank was left with a loaded sac of blue balls. 

It was just between daylight and darkness, when the sun was falling low on the horizon and the sky was awash with night color, when he came across Marc Hauser walking the streets and offered his son's friend a ride home.  Frank was horny, boned-up, desperate and, even in the semi-darkness of the cab, Marc detected the telling bulge of his groin.  One thing led to another and, before Frank knew it, he had parked his truck down by the marshes at the edge of town and was whaling away at the kid's asshole in the bed of his pick-up.  It became a regular thing between them.  Once, sometimes twice a week, Frank was getting his rocks off and was a much happier man.  It gave him an almost perverse thrill to know he was fucking not only the revered high school basketball star but his son's buddy, Buck Hauser's son.  

The lad was already there when he pulled curbside in front of his home.  His bike was parked against the railing of the porch and his long, lithe body was casually lounging on the front stoop, waiting.  Good looking sonofabitch, Frank thought as he parked and dismounted.  Kid wasn't wearing anything but his athletic shorts.  Frank understood that; during his short drive the air hadn't a chance to kick in and he was already clammy with sweat.  Glancing up and down the street he didn't really expect to see anyone.  Most were at work at his time of day, including his wife and son.  Only old Blanche Nielsen and a housewife or two might possibly have seen Marc. And, if they had, assumed he was there for Billy.  It wasn't exactly strange for Marc to be at the Harris home.  He'd been there many times before, under different circumstances. 

Marc rose as Frank approached.  Frank, already getting stiff, ushered him into the house.  All morning he had been thinking about the kid's fine pussy and how good it felt wrapped around his boner.  At Ralph's the previous evening he had made the arrangement with the boy's father, Buck.  Seemed kind of strange to be paying for what he used to get free but Frank wasn't about to quibble.  Fifty bucks was going to get him three-quarters of an hour of glory.   

Frank led him to the spare room in the back, used only when they had the infrequent overnight guest.  All morning he'd been thinking about where they were going to do it.  He considered the bed he shared with Trudy as a slight to her for not keeping to her marital duties, then thought of banging the kid on his son's sheets.  Either way would have given him a kick.  But in the end he decided to play it safe and use a neutral zone. They'd just have mussed up the sheets anyway and he had no clue how to remake a bed.

Once in the room he shoved Marc onto the bed and tore at his own clothes.  Marc fell onto his back with an animated smile as he watched Frank strip.  He preferred his men to be aggressive. His eyes drank in every bit of Frank's blocky body as it was exposed to his ravenous eyes. Thick bull-like neck, rounded shoulders, powerful laborer's arms and strong hairy forearms, large chest, its meaty pecs dusted with fine reddish-brown hair and the nice hard swell of a well-fed drinking man's belly generously coated with man fur.  Kicking off his steel-toed work boots and tugging off his loose jeans and boxers Frank's hard cock sprang free.  Like the rest of him Frank's dick was squat, but beefy.  Marc figured it measured in at about six-and-a-half but was thick as his wrist.  Marc's, not Frank's.  Capped by a plum-sized cockhead it rose from a mass of unruly crotch hair.  His scum-bloated nuts weren't hangers, instead nestled tight up between his hairy thighs and itching to fire.  

"Ain't got all that much time, kid," Frank growled impatiently.  "Lemme at that pussy."  Marc hooked his thumbs under the waist of his shorts, lifted his legs and relieved himself of his minimal clothing.  He showed impressive dexterity in holding his sinewy legs apart, pulling them toward him and trapping them under his arms.  Splayed shamelessly open his asshole was turned up for the fucking.  Frank's bottom lip quivered as he looked at that pert ass and sweet hairless hole.  A renowned pussy muncher, he just had to have a taste before he fucked it.

Smacking his gums Frank laid his hands on the lad's haunches and massaged the smooth, tempting ass lips with his fat thumbs.  He practically gasped when the tender bands pulsed open, momentarily revealing the pink inside.  "Eat me, Mr. Harris," Marc breathed heavily, knowing from past experience that Billy's father couldn't resist.  "Eat my teen hole."  And Frank complied.  Leaning in he swiped his tongue along Marc's hairless trench and groaned salaciously as he tasted the sweet, slightly sweaty ass.  Wasn't real pussy but it was just as good, maybe better.  He lapped the tender flesh like a cat to a bowl of milk, his fat tongue working over the soft tender flesh of Marc's pretty pink hole.  Marc was already moaning and groaning, the hairs of Frank's bushy mustache brushing his t'aint and heightening his arousal.  Frank slipped the tip of his tongue into the squirming boy's tight ring and dug around, perversely enjoying the musky flavor of the pit he would soon fuck.  Shit, if the guys at work could only see how he was spending his lunch hour!  (Little did Frank know, since Buck began whoring out the boy a good many of them had been doing exactly the same.) 

Suddenly mindful of the time, and wanting to get the most out of this session, Frank reluctantly tore his face away from Marc's boy cunt and, with hard dripping dick leading the way, kneed his way up to the pussy.  "Fuck me, Mr. Harris," Marc practically begged with his eyes as well as mouth.  "Shove that big dick up in me and fuck my brains out!"  Frank knew damned well his dick wasn't large by any standard.  Hell, this kid had a whopper compared to him.  But Frank was also aware that his width was substantial and Marc would feel the girth as it soared through him.  Momentarily Frank wondered, as he had in the past, how his son Billy measured up in the dick department.  He hadn't seen his boy's cock since before puberty.  Did the kid take after him or Trudy's side of the gene pool?  Not that he was intentionally looking but one time when they were on a camping trip he'd caught a glimpse of her brother's meat as they were pissing in the woods.  From that quick glance it looked as though Vic was pretty well hung.  If Billy was lucky he got the best of both: Victor's length and his father's bulk. 

And what the fuck was he doing thinking about his kid's meat?  Time was wasting and he needed to plow Marc, get his nut and return to the job.  Although it wasn't as if his co-workers weren't late from lunch time to time.  Even their foreman, Ron, sometimes left the premises and over stayed the allotted hour.  Frank often wondered where the guys went and what kept them so damned long.

Frank slapped his hefty meat against Marc's pussy and used his hand to guide the head to the pink, puckered hole.  Frank marveled at how downright pretty it looked, his big fat cock head sinking between those smooth, unblemished lips.  Pushing onward, his cock glided forward through the jock's warm, wet, satiny smooth innards causing Frank to grasp with surprise.  It got him every time.  The boy just felt so fucking good, unlike anything Frank had experienced before.  Neither Trudy's hairy pussy, back in the day of course, or any of the 'ho's he'd fucked came close.  Marc's boy cunt was the best of the best.

His dick slithered up Marc's hole, spreading his insides to make room.  Marc's toes curled in his kicks as he felt the chunky dick deliciously stretching him.  His boy hole had superb elasticity and easily accommodated, although Marc made certain to hold a tight grip on it.  His men liked it that way; so did he.  Marc felt every inch fill him until Frank's hairy nuts were snug against his boy butt.  Frank grunted again and dropped the whole weight of his manly body across his prone frame.  Frank's hairy chest and gut were flush with his smooth, youthful bod, his flesh moist with sweat from the afternoon heat.  Marc wrapped one arm around the back of Frank's damp neck; the other under his hairy armpit and across his broad back.

Frank took to rutting, his lightly haired ass rising and falling as his dick rabbit fucked Marc's hot hole.  Marc worked with him, undulating his hips and fondling Frank's working cock with all his natural talent.  They were both panting and making masculine moans, Marc's surprisingly deeper than his elder's.  Frank relished the ridged texture of Marc's fuck walls, their wet warmth holding him snug as he barreled through.  With his head resting next to Marc's he felt the boy breathing hotly into his ear.  When Marc dug one hand into his thick hair and pulled with his passion Frank momentarily wanted to put his mouth on the kid's and brutally French him.  Who would know? 

It was at that moment that Billy had the shock of his young life.  While he couldn't see their faces he knew damned well who was fucking who.  That was his father's bare ass rapidly rising and falling and those were Marc's muscular limbs bent back so far he looked like a human pretzel. 

"Wh-what is it, Billy?" Ricky inquired in a hushed tone, as if he hadn't already figured it out.  Since he had fucked Marc and if, as he suspected, most of their friends had it wasn't too difficult to determine what Marc and Mr. Harris were doing alone in the house.  While it was one thing for the athlete to take on his buddies it was something of a shocker for Ricky to discover Marc was getting it from Mr. Harris, a man the same age as his father.  And if Marc was doing Billy's father what was to say he wasn't also doing Ricky's?

Billy dropped down ashen faced and stunned.  "I don't believe it," he muttered.  "My Dad and Marc!"

His interest piqued Ricky excited said, "Let me see!"

"No!" Billy insisted.  But Ricky was determined.  Clawing at the shingles of the house he attempted to skirt up the wall.  Concerned that the racket he was making might make those inside aware of their presence Billy relented and gave him a boost.  Ricky looked in on the licentious scene and instantly boned up.  Mr. Harris really WAS fucking Marc!

"Get down!" Billy whispered.

"No, I wanna watch," Ricky whispered back.  Angered, Billy released his hold on Ricky and the boy came tumbling down into the high weeds.  Attempting to right himself Ricky testily cried, "What'd you do that for?"

"You seen enough," Billy snorted and moved to sit with his back against the foundation of the house just under the window.  Ricky brushed himself off and joined him.

"I can't believe this shit," a dumbstruck Billy said.  "My father is fucking my buddy.  Right here in our house.  My old man's not queer.  Neither is Marc, far as I know.  So what the fuck?"

Ricky was silent, not sure how to respond.  Good thing Billy wasn't looking directly at him or he might have seen the guilt written all over his cute face.  While he couldn't speak about Mr. Harris he certainly had first hand info on their friend Marc. 

"Maybe---I dunno," Billy pondered, his gaze directed at nothing in particular up in the sky.  "Maybe Marc came over to hang with me and my Dad, well, my Dad he just jumped Marc and, like, forced himself on him."  Then, shaking his head, "Nah, that makes no sense.  Dad's a pussy man.  Got enough titty magazines back in the shed to prove it."

"No," Ricky went along with his reasoning, "I don't think that's it at all."

"Well, it sure as shit don't look like Marc is making Dad fuck him.  Fuck, my Dad is a man, for crap sake.  He's bigger and stronger than Marc."  Billy cocked his head back and looked up at the window while exhaling deeply.  "I just don't get it!"

"So, like, what are you gonna do?" Ricky asked warily.

Billy turned his head to face the other boy.  "Tell you what I should do.  I should just barge right in there and ask 'em what the fuck they think they're doin, that's what I should do."

Ricky's heavily lashed eyes flared.  "I don't think that's such a good idea, Bill.  You're all hot in the ass right now.  Need to calm down and think.  How's about you don't do nuthin' right now.  Chill out for a little while and then talk to Marc about it.  Tell him what you saw and see what he has to say."  And, in that amount of time, Ricky could get to Marc and warn him so the boy could come up with a plausible explanation, if that was at all possible.

But Billy wasn't having it.  "Fuck that!  I wanna know right here and now why my boy is getting fucked up the ass by my Dad."  When Billy made the move to rise Ricky's arm shot out and stayed him.

"Bill, there's somethin' you need to know before you go doin' anything crazy," Ricky told him.  He hesitated a moment while Billy looked at him curiously.  He tried to choose the words but in the end all he could do was blurt it out and wait for the fallout.  "Your Dad's not the only one been fuckin' Marc."  Sheepishly, he confessed, "I fucked him, too."

Billy's eyes flared.  "You---what?!"

"I fucked Marc, too," Ricky repeated sheepishly, unable to maintain straight eye contact with his bud.  "And, to tell you the truth, I've got an idea most of the other guys have, too."

Incredulously Billy stared at him.  "Bryan, Jason, Gordy, even Darnell?  You're tryin' to tell me you all fucked Marc?"

Defensively Ricky raised his arms in front of him with splayed fingers.  "Now, I'm not one hundred per cent about that.  But I'm pretty sure.  I think we all have.  It's just that we don't, you know, talk about it with each other."

Billy's eyes were wide.  "I don't believe you fuckin' guys.  Marc's supposed to my best friend.  And I'm the last one to know!  How long has this been goin' on?"

Now that the pussy was out of the bag, to warp a phrase, Ricky felt more relaxed with the revelation.  "Jeez, I dunno.  It's been a while."

"How long is a while?  Weeks?  Months?  FUCKIN' YEARS!?"

Ricky shrugged.  "It's been a while.  A long while.  It's not like I wrote down the date, bro.  Listen, Bill, Marc's a guy just like the rest of us.  Only difference is he, well, likes to get fucked.  And, he's real good at it, too," he added excitedly.  "Fuck, first time I stuck it in him I came before I even got a chance to pump him."

Billy was shaking his head, shocked by these revelations but even angrier that he'd been left out of the loop.  His best friend, the one he trusted more than anyone, had deceived him.  So had the rest of his friends, if what Ricky was saying was true.  Springing up with fists clenched at his sides and face flaming with anger he told Ricky, "Come on", and determinedly trounced through the weeds to the front of the house.  Nervously trailing behind him Ricky asked, "Wh-what are you going to do?"  But Billy, a boy on a mission, failed to answer.       

Soon as they burst into the house they detected the tell-tale signs of fucking.  The creaking of the bed and the grunts, groans and sighs were a dead giveaway.  Billy headed straight to the back of the house with Ricky in tow.  The fuckers were going at it so hot and heavy they didn't even realize they had unexpected company.  They brazenly had left the door wide open, not having the decency to even attempt to conceal their degenerate act.  Billy stepped right into the room and froze near the side of the bed.  Not only were they fucking like rabbits but they were also mugging it up.  Marc's hands were in his Dad's thick hair, practically tearing it out, and they were slobbering over each other's mouth. 

 

"WH-WHAT THE FUCK, DAD?" Billy stammered, his young body quaking.

Stunned by the intrusion Frank yanked his tongue from Marc's mouth and, lifting himself on his arms, looked over at his son.  Both Harris' registered shock.  Marc came up on his elbows under Frank with a gasp, his eyes and wet mouth gaping.  The standoff seemed to last interminably long when actually it was only a matter of seconds.  Ricky remained in the threshold, clinging to the door frame and awaiting the fallout. 

"YOU-YOU'RE FUCKIN' MY FRIEND?" Billy wailed, seemingly near tears.  "AND YOU," pointing an accusatory finger at Marc, "YOU'RE FUCKIN' HALF THE SCHOOL AND I DON'T KNOW NUTHIN' ABOUT IT?"  (Now, "half the school" was a bit of an exaggeration.  To be honest, it was maybe a quarter of the next and previous graduating class.)  

"Billy, lemme explain---"  Frank attempted to reason, but Billy wasn't having any of it.

"EXPLAIN WHAT?  EXPLAIN WHY YOUR DICK IS UP HIS ASS AND YOUR TONGUE IS DOWN HIS THROAT?  I THINK IT CAN FIGURE THAT OUT ON MY OWN, FRANK!"

Frank made no move to get off Marc.  Actually, in full sight of the other boys, he ground his still-hard cock around inside Marc's pussy in defiance.  "Look, kid, your Ma, she ain't given me any since you were in grade school.  Now, I'm a man with needs.  I've had to find other ways to get off."

 

"SO YOU DO IT WITH MY FRIEND?  THE BOTH OF YOU, BEHIND MY FUCKIN' BACK?"

"Watch your mouth," Frank chided.  "And why the fuck ain't you at work, anyways?"

 

"OH-HO-HO, THAT'S RICH, FRANK.  YOU GET CAUGHT WITH YOUR COCK IN MY TRAITOROUS FRIEND'S HOLE AND YOU GOT THE NERVE TO SCOLD ME ABOUT BLOWIN' OFF WORK?!  WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU AT WORK?"

"I'm on lunch hour," Frank spat out defensively.  "Now you just gonna stand there or you two gonna help me work over this little whore?  Time's wastin' and I gotta get back to the warehouse soon."

 

"About time I get some of what near everybody else has been gettin'," Billy off-handedly agreed and began tearing off his clothes.  Both other boys, even Frank, watched interestedly as he stripped down.  Billy was built like his Dad: squat and stocky, although not filled out and wooly like Frank as yet.  He had the same thick hair, which he kept buzzed short. And Frank was proud to see the dick on him was just as he suspected, a product of both his and Trudy's gene pools.

Marc was stunned.  He didn't know what to make of it.  All this time he had kept Billy at arm's length when it came to his sexuality proclivities.  He truly valued Billy's friendship and didn't want anything to foul it up.  This Billy was a pissed-off version seeking retribution for a wrong done him.  In hindsight, Marc should have taken the boy into his confidence.  He was bound to learn about it sooner or later, if not from their circle of friends then from one of their other school mates or one of the guys on the basketball team.  Better he had learned it from Marc than discovering his best friend with his father!  Now it was too late.  Much too late.  Billy was scowling, looking thoroughly hostile and advancing on him with a raging hardon!

Billy got onto the bed kneeling alongside Marc's head.  Any chance Marc had of offering some sort of explanation or apology was rendered impossible when Billy roughly grabbed him by his hair and shoved his cock into his open mouth.  Instantly Billy's body bristled and shivered.  Much as he played big man around the fellas, this was the first time his dick had been anywhere other than his own palm.  And it felt fucking great to have his piece engulfed in the wet warmth of Marc's mouth.  He'd imagined it dozens of times (not with Marc, of course) but the reality was so much better.  His buddy Marc was washing his tongue over his sensitive glans and sucking on his throbbing dick.  Fucking Marc, the duplicitous cocksucker!  A wave of fury overwhelmed him.  Billy grabbed Marc by the back of the head with both hands and began furiously fucking his cock in and out of Marc's face, punishing him for keeping him out of the loop for so long.

Mere inches away, Frank had a bird's eye view of the action.  He almost wanted to praise his son for aggressively dominating the slut.  That was his boy!  Such a nice cock on the kid.  He'd satisfy a lot of pussy.  With his nostrils flaring Frank could almost smell Billy's teen spirit.  If it was just him and his boy there he might want to take a taste his boy's dick!  Fighting the urge Frank came up off Marc on his knees, pulled Marc's legs toward him so his asshole was level with the mattress and drove back into his hole.  Father and son were observing each other's efforts.  Billy's eyes were on his father's hairy cock slamming in and out of Marc's hole and Frank was licking his chops observing his son face fucking the teen whore.

Ricky, with his shorts down around his knees and stroking his teen meat, figured he might as well join the party.  Marc had given him a quick blow job the other day but Ricky was always up for another.  What the hell, it's all he got.  He was a good looking kid with glossy black hair, parted on one side and swooping low across his brow but buzzed short on the back and sides.  He had eye lashes like a girl and took quite a ribbing for them from the guys.  His build was slight, but showing a bit of budding musculature.  And he had a nicely sized smooth dick complimented by a dangling sac. 

Stroking his teen meat Ricky came around the already-crowded bed to the other side, got on board and slapped his dick against Marc's cheek.  Looking across at Billy with a wide, crafty smile he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.  While Billy wasn't quite sure he forgave Ricky for holding back on him any more than he did Marc the young Harris boy shoved his captive's face toward Ricky.  Failing to lose a beat Marc took Ricky's familiar dick into his mouth and sucked. Billy fisted his wet dick while he interestedly observed Marc taking cock from both ends.  Pops was grunting like a pig and really heaving into Marc's asshole and Ricky was fucking his face same as he'd been doing.  He went wide eyed when Marc suddenly gobbled the entirety of Ricky's rod into his mouth.  Ricky grinned back at him and said, "Told ya he was good."

Furiously Billy whipped Marc's head back in his direction and rudely shoved into his buddy's mouth.  With both hands holding the back of his head he forced Marc down on it.  Marc effortlessly took his buddy's cock down his throat.  Billy moaned and shook all over, his eyes rolled up in his head.  "That's it, boy!  Fuck that bitch's mouth!" Frank encouraged.  Shuddering, his mouth agape, Billy began driving in and out of Marc's wet, warm throat.  He could see the knob of his dick move along the boy's neck as he deeply fucked.  It was like nothing he'd ever imagined.  And it was a kick knowing it was Marc, his childhood friend, who was giving his dick its virgin tour.  If he had only known.  All those wasted years!

Frank was grunting, puffing and heavily perspiring as he laid into the sweetest hole this or probably any other town the east coast had to offer.  He'd forgotten all about the job or the very real possibility that he would be late clocking in.  Fuck Joe or the other guys.  He was banging prize pussy.  Marc was sucking his meat with his ass every bit as hungrily as he was Billy's prick.  Frank's cock was twitching in the boy's nice warm ass as he considered this unexpected rite of passage.  Many years ago, when he was about Billy's age, his father had taken him to the now-defunct whore house in the big city where they'd fucked a painted lady.  It was his first time then just as he suspected, from Billy's reactions, this was his.  Beaming with pride at his son's assertiveness Frank pumped Marc even harder.

Marc was high on cock.  One up his ass, the other pounding his tonsils and yet another impatiently waiting at his side.  He looked a mess, nothing like the wholesome teenager from the home team on the high school b-ball court.  Tears ran from the corners of his eyes, snot leaked from his heaving nostrils and saliva drooled from his overworked mouth.  Frank was mashing his asshole like he was churning butter.  It was his kind of scene.  While it wasn't his first match-up with a father and his son, this was better.  Because it was Billy.  And Billy was really working him over.  Now the circle was complete.  All his closest were his fuck buddies.  There was no need for secrecy amongst them anymore.  When they got together they could have one giant orgy.  Billy, Ricky, Bryan, Jason, Joey, Darnell, Gordy, Harley, they could all fuck him, one after the other.  Tear up his pussy and flood it with teen buddy cum.  At the moment he was so sexed up the possibilities seemed limitless.

"Lemme in," Ricky cried impatiently.  Billy pulled his shaft from Marc's throat but left it inside his mouth while Ricky took hold of his dick, pressed it next to Billy's and squeezed it into the stuffed maw.  The sensation of his cock alongside Billy's in Marc's warm, wet muzzle was incredible.  Simultaneously they fucked Marc's face, their young dicks like crossed swords rubbing against each other while their cock heads pressed into the sides of their buddy's face and obscenely punched his cheeks outward.  Marc's warm, wet tongue slathered over and around the twin cocks.  Grasping the shafts in his sweaty palms he stroked the glistening rods as they plunged in and out of his mouth.  Managing to stay them for a moment he held them steady while he pressed cock head to cock head and lapped at them, tasting his friends' youthful pre-jizz.  Their moaning was music to his ears.  Unable to control himself Billy thrust forward, shooting his prick down Marc's throat.  With one audible gulp Marc took it all.  Young Billy fucked Marc deep for a few strokes, pulled up but not out and nodded to Ricky.  Taking the cue Ricky shoved his meat down Marc' throat, his fuzzy boy balls slapping against his buddy's face.  Back and forth they went, ravaging Marc's deep throat and never leaving it empty for long.

Frank's hairy, rotund belly hovered over Marc's stiff prick as he reamed out the boy's asshole.  Perspiration was literally dripping from his stocky body, droplets spraying over Marc's smooth, squirming form.  The pussy was so fucking good and Frank was getting close.  He'd liked to have just blown off the rest of the work day and kept fuckin' Marc, cummin', then fuckin' again. And again.  And again.  He'd give old Buck double, triple the pay, his whole fuckin' paycheck for the ultimate pleasures of this magnificent pussy boy.  What made this encounter even more stimulating was having a front row seat to observe his boy raping Marc's throat while daddy fucked him raw.   Billy was a chip off the old block, that much was for sure.  Kid knew what to do with his dick.  Frank figured he might as well get off and let Billy have some of this fine pussy before the kid blew his load down Marc's gullet.  Not that the boy wouldn't be able to rebound.  Cripes, at Billy's age Frank was apt to fuck all day and night.

Frank felt that wonderful shake, rattle and roll throughout his burly body and knew what was coming.  Clenching his teeth and grimacing, he let out one long mournful wail and unloaded.  Chunky gobs of man cream burst from his yawning piss lips and pummeled Marc's fuck walls.  Billy's jaw dropped.  At the moment Frank looked more like a contorting savage than his father.  It was breathtaking!  "Holy fuck," he gasped, "He's shooting off inside Marc!"  Marc was writhing too, his prone body moving like a beached trout as he worked Frank's shooting dick from within.  He sucked even more frantically on the two dicks battling for dominance in his mouth and his own dick was straining and in need of release.

Breathing heavily, his heart pounding dangerously in his burly chest, Frank pulled out and managed to get off the crowded mattress.  On shaky legs he stood there with his dick dripping its final remnants on the floor and managed, "Come on, boy.  Climb aboard and find out what a real pussy feels like."

Billy's eyes widened at the prospect.  Giving Ricky total control of Marc's drooling maw he scampered over to the opposite side of the bed, positioned himself between his buddy's trembling thighs and lined his stiff prick up with Marc's puss.  The hole yawned before his wondrous eyes and a trickle of Dad cum oozed out.  With his lower lip quivering Billy pressed himself to the puckered bung and thrust.  He felt positively light headed when he sunk his member into the smoothly ribbed. sloppily wet and exquisitely warm cavern.  Head went back, eyes rolled up and his tongue came out to roll over his upper lip.  It felt so fuckin' good inside Marc.  Ricky had paused his oral assault to watch his buddy Billy finally, after all this time, get what the rest of them (probably) had had, allowing Marc to also witness Billy's initial reaction.  Marc was thrilled all over.  His dick was harder than before, pulsing a steady flow of pre-fuck over his tight belly, his skin was a all gooseflesh and his tit nubs were standing erect.  Billy was inside him!

With all the exuberance of youth Billy heaved his dick back and forth, in and out of Marc's sloppy pussy.  Getting laid for the first time was a major thrill, but doing it to his best friend, pals for years, was a total mind fuck.  Since they were little kids they told each other everything.  Or so Billy thought.  How could Marc have kept this part of himself from him?  As he gritted his teeth and slammed into the other teen he thought of his anger and disappointment but also the overwhelming awesomeness of Marc's grasping hole.  He couldn't imagine Becky, Ricky’s sister and his sometimes girlfriend, would ever feel this good, if and when he ever got her. 

Ricky had positioned himself directly behind Marc's head, angled it back and was full-throttle fucking straight down his throat.  Usually between Marc and him things weren't this aggressive.  But Ricky had to admit he liked this dominant, assertive sex.  Marc was so popular at school, idolized by the cheerleaders and basketball fans.  It was kind of a kick to have the upper hand and force (well, sort of) the hero to do every dirty thing he and Billy wanted.  Billy was really throwing it to him, like he was pissed off or something.  Ricky could hear the smacking of Billy's loins against Marc each time he rammed into him and saw the way Marc's big, beautiful dick pulsed each time he got deep punched.  He'd never fucked Marc quite like that.  Looked like fun.  Next time he'd have to try it.  But for now he was quite content filling Marc's throat and battering his buddy's eyes with his boy balls.

Billy fucked with all the gusto he'd had in his most wild imaginings.  His fat teen dick bore deep into Marc's flexing, sucking cunt, stirring up all the jizz Frank had earlier deposited there.  What an added thrill it was to be fucking in his father's spooge.  He really couldn't blame Frank.  If he was his father he'd rather fuck anything other than his obese wife, Billy's mother.  While he had nothing to use in comparison Billy was fairly certain that it didn't get better than what his dick was repeatedly sinking into now.  Marc's cunt was a true wonder, all tightly clutching, warmly caressing and savagely sucking at his enraptured meat.  Nothing else could ever feel this good!

Billy froze when he felt something wet and slimy worm up his sweaty butt trench.  Glancing back over his shoulder he looked in horror as his father lapped at his asshole!  "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" he shouted.

Frank slapped his chubby hands to Billy's cakes, spread them wide, smacked his lips and replied, "Shut the fuck up, kid, and keep nailing that whore!"

Frank's plump tongue roved up and down his son's bouncing furrow while Billy resumed banging Marc.  His young dick positively tingled from the sensation of his father's tongue lapping at his puckered flesh.  With his protuberant nose was in the upper cleft of his son's ass Frank went to work on the flexing hole.  It was tough going with Billy's butt charging back and forth but Frank held on for the ride.  Growling obscenely he prodded at the winking hole with the tip of his taster until his boy's butt spread for him.  Frank shoved his tongue inside and began savagely eating out his teenage son's butt.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!  Ohhhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!"  Billy bellowed, a surprised look curtaining his features.  His body stiffened and he just couldn't help himself.  Frank's unexpected attention had rushed him to the edge.  He shot his load.  Steamy licks of cum burst from his strained cock to seed his best friend.  While Billy had jerked off quite a bit, nothing had ever felt like this.  It was as if all his strength was being drained through his cock.  He kept cumming and cumming, emptying himself into Marc. 

Marc felt each surge from his buddy's dick and knew Billy was breeding him but good.  The thought alone was enough to nudge him to the summit.  His fevered body quaked and a massive jet of cum arced out of his spitting dick to splash over his heaving torso.  His asshole chewed on Billy's shooting, ultra-sensitive meat as he suffered the delicious throes of ejaculation.  Ricky, his mouth gaping at the sight of the contorting twosome, let out a small cry and pumped his own load into Marc's panting mouth.  Wads of cum blasted into his maw and were hastily swallowed down his always eager throat.  Observing Marc gulping down their buddy's load was enough to cause Billy to release one more creamy pulse into the boy's drenched asshole.

Frank got up, smacked his lips again and wiped the back of a hand across his wet lips and mustache.  Mmmmmmm, he could taste his son.  Anybody who came up close to him on the dock would probably smell young Billy on his breath.  He didn't know what had gotten into him eating out his boy like that.  He just got caught up in the moment, that was all there was to it!

Fumbling around for his discarded garments Frank hastily dressed.  "Gotta get back to work," he murmured.  "Boss gonna fuckin' dock me, damn it."  To Marc, who was casually laying there between his two best buddies he said, "You tell Buck I'll settle up with him for the extra---well, you know."  To Billy, almost sheepishly, "See you tonight at dinner, boy.  This is just between us, right?"

"Sure, Dad," Billy agreed.  "Just between the three of us."  He wasn't exactly sure what Frank had meant by settling up with Marc's dad.  But at the moment he didn't really care.  He'd just gotten laid.  It was a first.  And it was fan-fucking-tastic.  Marc was the best kind of friend a fella could hope for!