Benjie’s & His Dad

The 18th Birthday Party

What has cum before…

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Ethan screams as his balls explode forth their potent and rich milky white jizz into Ware’s now-stretched and filled hairy hole.

The sweat pours off him, like buckets, from Ethan’s pores, across his back and from his wet matted chest hairs, as he slows down on the pounding of Ware’s ass. He shivers, then, quakes, as the ecstasy of his abundant release travels through his spent body.

Each thrust shoot Ethan’s cream, deeper, into the clinched tight hole of Ware’s ass. Then his pullout is fast, beckoning a squeal from Ware’s mouth as Ethan’s cock-crown brushes across and breeches the ass-lips of his clinched hole.

Ethan collapses onto Ware, his drenched body draped over the leaking hole of his exit.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Ethan yells from the top of his lungs, once the precious liquid from his balls is deposited in Ware’s hole, “Man, I sure have missed that sweet, sweet ass of yours.”

* * *

“DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! FUCK! FUCK!”

“Hey…hey, what’s up?” Ethan asks Ware on hearing the spouting profanities.

“I forgot to get the damned ice before I came all the way out here, “Ware explains, “Everyone is going to be here in about forty-five minutes. Shit! Shit! Fuck! Fuck!”

“I’ll go get it, man. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down,” Ethan volunteers, “Isn’t there one of those big bulk bag ice machines out there at the Stan’s Store on Highway 69?”

“Yeah, there is.”

“Well, I’ll go there and get some,” Ethan says. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I’ll go with him,” a younger male voice comes from behind them.

Ethan looks over to see a younger man. It is Junior, Ware Junior, the “birthday boy.”

“No! No! The birthday boy needs to stay here. C’mon Junior, you need to stay here. Your guest will be here soon.”

“C’mon dad, let me go,” Ware Junior says, “It is my birthday, after all, let me go with Mr. Ethan. It will not take us long. I promise.”

As the young man pleads with his father, his arms go up and down, in a begging-type manner, the “Awe-C’mon Dad’s,” continue. Each rise of the kid’s arms shows tufts of his heavy blonde pubes peek out, and over the waistband of his short-shorts. Ethan sees it all. As the boy continues, he knows that he is staring. He peers into the face of his friend, Ware.

“It is.” Junior reiterates to his father.

“We’ll be back in a flash,” Ethan says, “C’mon young fella.”

And the two bolts out of the house. The older and the younger.

Other thoughts, other than a bag of ice, are reeling through Ethan’s mind.

The ride is quiet, at first, but that soon changes.

Like most men, an almost as an automatic response, Ethan moves his right hand from the steering wheel and roughly fondles his hardening cock in his cargo shorts. As he puts his hand back on the steering wheel, he glances over at Junior, the young Ware, whose eyes have followed his hand from where it had just been visited.

Ethan notices the boy’s eyes and their path.

“Y’all did really good last night, Junior. Really good. Y’all won! Y’all won!”

“We won! Yes, we did,” Junior says excitedly, “We won by the hugest margin in an awfully long time. HUGE! HUGE!”

Both laughs, mockingly, at the exaggerated exclamation.

“Yep! Yep!” Ethan says.

“Your son was the reason why we won, Mr. Ethan,” Junior says, “He is gonna be a hit at the high school. A big hit. Everyone is gonna luv’em.”

Ethan does not say anything, but his eyes are zeroed in on the now 18-year-old boy’s crotch. He can see that the boy is sportin’ a girder of flesh as wisps of the blonde boy-nest peeks from underneath the top of his shorts.

“That can be a problem.”

“What? What?” Junior ask, puzzled, “What?”

“A hard cock. It can be a problem,” Ethan says, “I know cause, I’ve got one myself.”

Ethan squeezes and fondles his cock, accentuating the outline of his cockhead, even more noticeable (an impressionable), as he presses the fabric of his shorts snuggly against his hard cock. The elongated snake in his khaki cargo shorts is obvious and cannot be denied.

“You are a man, now,” Ethan says, “You will get heap plenty of opportunities to use it. All I can say, all I can tell you, is to make the most of them. A cock is a terrible thing to waste.”

“I know,” Junior says, “I have been making the most of those opportunities when they cum my way. I have already.”

Blonde fur peeks over the young man’s shorts waistband, Junior has intentionally raised his tee up, revealing the gracious pubes and his thick hairy treasure trail. His legs spread wide to accommodate what is between his legs as he sits in the passenger seat. Ethan can tell the kid is comfortable in his own skin.

At the end of his sentence, the 18-year-old slowly unzips his shorts, it is as if time is ticking away at a snail’s pace as he pulls out his cock. It flops, in its steely-way, his hardness, resting on the leg of his shorts.

“I do not like to waste an opportunity. Any opportunity.” The boy says.

Junior smiles, slyly, and he lifts his fleshy ‘girder’ and strokes it from the furry base of his cock to the fiery red bulbous head.

“Son, you need to put that thing away,” Ethan says to the half-naked 18-year-old. “Now is not the time to be doing that.”

Ethan feels his own shorts tighten, as his cock throbs in unison with the young man’s steady hand.

“What about…making the most of an opportunity, sir?” Junior says, “I am just doing what you advised, Mr. Ethan. Remember it is what you just said?”

“I did not mean with me,” Ethan says.

“Then who? You did not make that clear, Mr. Ethan, you did not make that clear, at all.”

Junior smiles at the end of his sentence.

Junior unsnaps his camo-themed cargo shorts and pulls them down, no underwear. They are draped over the dark brown work-type boots that the fair-haired trussed lad usually wears. Junior’s attire mainly consists of camo-inspired wares. It is easy to buy Christmas and birthday gifts for the now 18-year-old man. His fashion choice is narrow, predictable, by choice. After the shorts, come down, his camo-colored tee is roughly pulled over his disheveled haired head and thrown on the seat between the two men. The muscles of his youth glare out. The hair on his chiseled chest is tickled by the rushing in of the brisk October air from their two opened windows. This wind stirs his groin, his cock plopping, in its hardness, as he rough houses his cock from one-side of his muscular thigh to the other.

“Fuck! Fuck!” the words escape from Ethan’s lips and out of his mouth, with nary a thought, “Fuck! Fuck!”

His cock is becoming increasingly uncomfortable in his shorts.

“What Mr. Ethan?” Junior says as he hears the whispered profanity from the older man.

His hand is on his shorts, squeezing his bulge, tighter and tighter, as his eyes are glancing from the road to the naked man in the seat next to him.

“Take it out,” Junior says, “Take your cock out, Mr. Ethan.”

Ethan can feel the cum bubbling up inside his balls, some of the essential leaking from his piss-slit, and onto the inside of his shorts. His sensitivity as his cock-head rubs against the delicate fabric of his shorts.

“You seem uncomfortable, Mr. Ethan,” Junior says, “Take your cock out, ease that discomfort you are a-having.”

The more Junior strokes his rigid cock, Ethan is distracted as he makes his way down the road on their way to the bulk ice machine.

“You seem distracted, Mr. Ethan, we are going to have a wreck. I know a place where we can go.”

“You know a place, Junior?”

“Yes, sir. I do,” Junior answers.

“I am sure I know few more places than you.”

As Ethan says this, he is surprised that those words came out of his mouth, as is Junior.

“Oh!” Junior sighs, “Where? Where?”

Ethan turns onto a dirt road. Instinctively. He drives a piece and comes upon a clearing and a desolate pond.

“I have been here,” Junior says, “My dad has brought me here.”

“Your dad and I often came here often when we were your age and even younger.”

“OH!”

At the pond is a lone shotgun shack of a house, some have even called it a hunting lodge, mostly, it is a place, where men can venture for those private moments.

“We aren’t going for a swim, are we?’

“No!” Ethan answers as he unzips his shorts and pulls them down over his 11 ½ sized New Balance sneakers. Like Junior, he is without any underwear, with an equally hard cock pulsing between his legs.

“You have a nice piece, Mr. Ethan,” Junior says, “I see where Benjie got his. Nice. Nice. Nice cock.”

Ethan thinks to himself, and ‘you are just like your dad, Junior, a tease,’ but he knows how to handle a tease. You make the next move. Make ‘the teaser’ do something.

“Get over here and blow me, Junior.”

Junior does not hesitate as his bare ass glides across the cloth seat as he devours Ethan’s cock with barely a thought.

The kids head is bent, and his nose is buried deep in his heavy pubes, which reminds him of the boy’s father in the same position. It is the same position that the kid’s teenage father stayed in throughout much of Junior’s father and Ethan’s high school teenage years.

He can hear the ‘boy’ a term he uses loosely, solely because of the age gap between the two men. He places his hand on the boy’s head and forces his head all the way down on his cock. The kid does not flinch but takes all of him down his mouth. He can feel the crown of his cock bump against the back of the kid’s throat. The kid has done this before, but he knew that, he had seen him take his son’s cock under at the river bridge.

The kid shifts on the seat, his head never leaving Ethan’s cock, as he folds his knees under him, his ass shining, in its hairy brilliance, in the afternoon sun as its ray’s glare through the truck.

“Nice ass,” Ethan says, as he rubs his large hands, in a circular fashion, on the bubble that is the kid’s ass.

Junior raises his head and speaks.

“It needs your cock in it, Mr. Ethan.”

“What? What?”

“You heard me, it wants this cock inside it,” Junior says as he squeezes Ethan’s cock in his fist, wisp of cum leaks from the swollen crown and anxious piss-slit.

“Not today,” Ethan answers, “Not today.”

“Not ever,” Ethan says in his head, “…but I am tempted. Damn! I am very tempted.”

“When?”

“Not today,” Ethan says, “we need to get back.”

Junior resumes his blowjob on the older man’s cock. Ethan’s hand finds the tight firm ass and continues the circular rubbing, creeping closer to the fine blonde-haired ass that is all he sees.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” Ethan yells as Junior has found that ever so ‘sweet spot’ and burst his hearty load down the kid’s throat, coating the boy’s tonsils, like fine Wisconsin Maple syrup in its rich thickness.

The boy takes it all, gurgling, as if it is sweet milky syrup once it goes down his gullet.

The boy slides himself back into his seat and resumes the rapid strokes on his cock. He bucks on the passenger side as he loses control, spilling his seed on his heavy blonde treasure trail, coating his pubes in the sweet creamy vanilla icing from his pent-up balls.

The kid does not scream or call out. He winces, as the rich white baby batter explodes.

“Whoa!” Ethan says, “That’s quite a bit of cum. Your daddy would be proud for such a fine specimen of a man that you are.”

Junior is bathed in a red glow, his breathing hectic, after his outburst.

“We best get a move on.”

The men get dressed, in a hurry, in a huff, too much time has passed. They are sweaty and drenched in the juices of their exertions.

***

“Damn it, where in the hell have y’all two been?” It is the first question Ware ask, as his son and childhood friend lug in the 50 lb. bag of ice and put it into the oversized cooler.

“They were doing maintenance, we had to wait a bit,” Ethan says, “We are here, now, Ware, chill out. Chill.”

“Chill, Dad, chill.”

“Okay. Okay.”

Ware glares at Ethan. Thoughts nudge in his brain but he says nothing, there is a party going on which needs the attention of the host.

“DAD! DAD! DAD! C’mon,” Junior’s gruff voice carries over the crew gathered.

“This is not over,” Ware says as he walks from Ethan.

Ware walks away.

Ethan’s hand goes to his cock as he fondles the stiff hardness that has returned there. He is crossed over a point with his friend’s son. And it is this danger that has made him hard.

“Maybe I should have fuck’em, after all. The kid has a nice ass. My finger slid right in,” Ethan says under his breath, as he is hard, now, as he was when Junior blew him, “FUCK! FUCK!”

As he spouts his profanity, much louder than he thought, a blue-haired old woman turns and glares at him. The smirk and disgust on her face, apparent, she does not approve.

“Turn around you ole bitty.”

He says that is lower. His cock is at full mast and the tenting is obvious in his shorts.