Benjie’s Friend, Topher

Benjie’s Friend, Topher
or
Rescued By My Best Friends Dad

ONE

I hear the constant annoying tone of the honks first. But as I lug myself along the side of the road, I hear a lot of them. By this time, I had grown weary from the constant rattle of them.

That gentle tap on the horn that most people abuse but this one sounded different. I should tell you I was walking down the grassy shoulder of the road. My shirt sticking to my back and my chest while sweat runs down both of my bare legs, as I carry a load of books under my right arm.

My car has died. I was running late for my 11:30 a.m. class. And there goes those damned horns again.

I turn around. I am tired of hearing it after so many times. In the grass behind me as I walk along the shoulder is a man in a shiny red Toyota pick-up. Following me. I stop and let the man ease up next to me. He did not appear to be going anywhere and was insistent on getting my attention with his blowing. Of his horn, that is.

“Topher!” A voice calls out my name. I recognize it instantly as the driver’s side window lowers in what seems like slow-mo. I know that voice.

“Mr. Payne!” I say with a burst of excitement in my voice.

“What’s the problem son? Why are you walking on this fucking hot day?”

“My car died on the way to class this morning.”

“Well, get in. Get yourself in, boy.” Mr. Payne tells me as I go around to the back of the truck and to the passenger side and get in. I am hit with a burst of cool air from the A/C once I get in and get myself situated.

“Seat belt!” Mr. Payne says with authority.

“Yes sir!” I say.

Mr. Payne pulls back into traffic when time would allow.

“I didn’t recognize you in this truck.” I tell him.

“I just bought it. You like?”

“Yes sir, I do.” I tell him. “Rodney is going to like it too. I bet.”

“Its not for Rodney. Topher. It’s mine.”

“Yes sir.”

“You said you were on your way to class?” He asks me.

I look to the digital clock on his dash. It blaringly reads 12:16 p.m.

“Yes sir. But it is almost over now. It seems.”

Mr. Payne notices the time on the dashboard too.

“You have anymore classes for the rest of the day, Topher?”

“No sir. That was my only one.” I tell him.

“Would you be up for a ride out into the country? I want to test out my truck. See what it can do. Or can I take you back to your car. I’ll do whatever you want son.” He tells me.

I should tell you the problem with my car is that I had simply ran out of gas. It is that simple. And that stupid of me too.

There was a party out in the boondocks at another of my friend’s house, Benjie Redmond’s, last night, and on the way back home I did not bother to fill my emptying gas tank. It was almost on ‘E’ when I pulled into the driveway. But it was late, and I wanted to get some sleep. I could barely keep my eyes open. It was an easy fix but there were no gas stations on the way to the college from my house, so I had created my own problem. But Mr. Payne did not need to know this. My car was parked along the side of the road a mile or so back. It would be fine for a few hours. I hope. Besides Mr. Payne has always been a good one to hang with.

Rodney says since his parents’ divorce, his dad, Mr. Payne, has seemed like a new man. A different man. Something had changed about him once he has freed himself from his years long marriage.

“Sure, Mr. Payne. I’ll ride along with you.” I tell him. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Good. Good. And Topher quit calling me, Mr. Payne. Call me Dave. My name is Dave. Please. Please call me, Dave.”

“Alright Dave.” I say it but it feels awkward having his first name roll over my tongue. But he insists. And I was taught to mind my elders.

I should let you know that Mr. Payne, I mean, Dave is not like the other dads of my friends. He is quite a bit younger. My dad is in his early fifties, his mid-fifties to be honest, just like many of my other friend’s fathers. But Rodney’s dad is only about 37 or 38, maybe 40. I am not exactly sure, but he is younger than the other fathers. It seems Mr. Payne, Dave, and the future Mrs. Payne (before the divorce) got busy while they were both in high school and Rodney was conceived on one of those dates. The marriage was not a happy one. It ended about three years ago but the divorce between the two was drug out. Rodney said there was a lot to iron out. When they first went to court Rodney was 16. We both were but now we are both 19. It was a hell of a three years; Rodney would often come over to my house and stay for several days. He wanted to get out of all the arguing that was happening between his mom and dad. I just did not understand why they were fighting over the custody of Rodney. He was almost out of the house. It seemed to be all about the power between them based on what Rodney told me.

“Boy, you best take that wet shirt off in here, you’ll catch your death of cold with the A/C blowing on you like it is.”

Dave was right. My shirt is soaked. It is a hot summer day and I had been sweating buckets out on the walk.

You may wonder why I am on the way to school on this hot summer day. My grades were not good, so I am having to make up for it by taking summer classes at the local junior college. The same one I attend, just so you know. But Rodney has managed to wrangle a scholarship to State. But his grades were always much better than mine. But enough about that. He also managed to get himself an internship quite early too. But enough about Rodney and his fortunate luck I will get there but it will just take me a little while longer.

“Whoa…whoa sport, you’ve got yourself quite a six-pack there.” Dave says as he looks over at me. “You know I barely recognized you when I first saw you walking. I circled back once I realized who it was. That it was you. You have changed heaps, boy. Changed a lot. You have put on some muscle. Grown a little bit taller too, I believe.”

“It has been a while since I’ve last seen you too, sir.” I tell Dave.

The last time I saw Mr. Payne. I mean, Dave. It was right before Rodney told me that his parents were divorcing. After that, I did not see Rodney’s father until today.

“Yeah, my dad bought me some of those heavy metal weights. And I really started using them.”

“It has done you good sport.” Dave says. “Right fine muscles you have got there, son. Unlike me who needs to get to the gym. And I am glad to see that you got yourself some fine chest hair. Rodney seems to be lacking in that department just like his old man.”

“I had thought about shaving it all off like most of the guys my age are doing now-a-days.” I tell Dave. “But dad stopped me. He said I shouldn’t.”

“Don’t do that son, you’ll regret it. Your dad is right.” Dave says as he begins to rub his fingers across his tee shirt covered chest. “A man needs to keep those things that make us men. You know what I mean?”

Dave’s right-hand meanders down to between his legs once he finished the last of his sentence.

It was then I noticed that my nipples start to perk up, like spikes, in-between my dense-little, small smattering of hair in the absolute center of my chest. They get all red and pointy. Fiery. I guess it was from the cold air blowing on me at such a force from the vent. And Dave’s right hand stayed down right there between his legs at his bulge seemed to grow the more he looked over at me. I hope it was because of him thinking about his misspent youth and me.

I do not know if it was while I was eyeing his bulge, but my cock started to get hard in my shorts too. Like he was in his. And the longer I thought about it. It was even harder that I became. It was not long before I found my hand nestled next to my hard-on just like Dave’s hand was next to his.

Usually, it will get up into the high nineties, almost 100 degrees around here in the middle of July. It will drain the sap out of the pines trees because of the heat I have been told. I knew how those sap filled pines feel as I was walking down the shoulder of the road and even now, as I am seated in the truck not too far from Dave.

Mr. Payne slows down for a moment as we head out of town. He maneuvers about in his seat which enables him to take his shirt off. I do not know what he was talking about, but the man has an abundance of muscles. And like he said, he had little hair on his chest. Which is something he and Rodney both share. But Dave had the muscles that my friend, Rodney, did not. Even though they were father and son.

“You sure you don’t work out Mr. Payn…Dave. I don’t see one dab of flab on you.” I tell him as I watch the shirt come up and over his head.

“Son. A man can always do better. Trust me.”

And then Dave’s hand went right back down to where it had been next to his hard-on I can clearly see outlined in his shorts.

“Yes, sir.” I answer respectfully back to him. “Where are we going, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’ve got some rental property out near Walden Lake I need to do a check on.” He tells me. “That’s not to long of a ride for you, is it?”

“No sir.” I tell him. “My afternoon is free. Like I said.”

“Good. Good.”

It is quiet for a while as he drives. But the silence does not last long once we get on the long four-lane divided highway heading southward out of town.

“Your dad still running his landscape business, Topher?”

“No sir, he had to sell it. He had a heart attack last year. It was too stressful for him.” I tell Dave.

“You didn’t want to run it?”

“I am not quite the businessman my dad is.” I tell him. “But Mr. Phineas Rawlings bought it from my dad.”

“Finn’s dad?”

Finn is another friend of mine and Dave’s son, Rodney, and Benjie’s.

“Yeah.” I answer. “Finn is over there now. He is good at that sorta thing. They have a lot of successful businesses. Like their boiled peanut stand.”

“Oh! Okay.” Dave says. “What do you want to do son when you finish college?”

I do not know if it was the heat or my hard-on which was throbbing so hard in my shorts but suddenly, I got an awful itch. A damn bad one. I began squirming in my seat, moving my butt back and forth across the seat. I did not even hear Dave’s question when I was overtaken by this sudden overwhelming itching sensation all over my body.

But Dave noticed. He could not help but notice my frantic movements in the seat.

“Son, are you alright?” He asked me.

I did not answer him. I was not exactly sure what to say.

“Son, did you hear me? I asked you a question.” Dave asks again.

“I have an itch, sir. An awful bad one.” I said in a woeful pleading tone as I continue to squirm.

“Well scratch it, son. Scratch it!”

My hand goes to my crotch, and I began scratching myself like a man possessed.

Dave’s eyes lit up as my hand tears into the outside of my shorts trying to calm the raging fire that is this overwhelming itch.

“Better?”

“No sir! No sir!” I say as I continue to try to calm the storm that is raging in my shorts.

“Well do what you have to do, then.” Dave tells me.

I undo my seatbelt that crosses over my chest. I unsnap my shorts and raise myself up off the seat and skim them down my legs. When my flesh encounters the cool air, it seems to dispel the lingering itch almost immediately.

“Better now. I hope.” Dave says. “Put your seatbelt back on but you can leave your shorts down.”

I snap the seatbelt back into place and let my shorts stay down below my knees.

“When did you start wearing a jockstrap, son?” Dave asks me as I see him do another once-over of my thin-banded jockstrap.

“Last year.” I tell him. “I like the way they feel. Better than any tightie-whitey underwear.”

“UH…HUH!” Dave says.

Dave can see that the mesh pouch of my jockstrap is fully filled with my hard-cock. Hairs of my dark pubes are peeking out from underneath the mesh pouch and the thin elastic straps from the jock. The mesh pouch is barely holding all of me inside of it. But this often happens when I get one of my raging boners.

“I see you are wearing one of those swimmer jocks.” Dave says. “Why that and not the thick banded ones like what we had to wear back in high school?”

“It’s almost like you are wearing nothing, sir.” I tell him.

“Then wear nothing, then. “Dave says. “I haven’t worn any underwear in years. Years.”

“Oh!”

“I guess you got too sweaty while you were walking down the side of the road out in this damned summer heat.” Dave says as he tries to explain the cause of my itch.

“I guess so, sir.”

“I imagine that jock of yours is as soaked to the bone as your tee shirt was…” Dave says. “I imagine the itching might subside were it not chafing you so much.”

“I guess so, sir.” I say to him.

“It might be beneficial if you were to take that off too. Just sayin’.”

“You think?”

“It wouldn’t hurt son.” Dave tells me. “Why don’t you slip them off and let them dry out. No one can see inside my truck. You can just stay naked. It is only us men here. After all.”

I am hesitant to take off my jock. I knew my cock was filling it with its hardness, but the itching was still raging like a wildfire across my skin. Perhaps Dave was right. Its not like he has not seen a man’s hard cock before. He once caught Rodney and me jacking off one night when I had a sleep over at his house when the both of us were in our younger teenage years. He did not say anything except to remind us to clean up after ourselves once we had finished shooting our loads and to flush the cum-soaked tissues down the toilet so Rodney’s mom would not find them in his bedroom. He looked at us as he closed the door to Rodney’s bedroom. He had seen me hard then, but I am older now and my cock is much bigger. And harder. Then it was way back then.

“Okay.”

I slip my shorts all the way down and let them lay on the floor and then I lift my ass slightly off the seat and begin taking my jock down to my toes. Once I lift the cotton mesh pouch from over my cock. It rebounds from being set free and hits just below my belly-button.

“Whoa, sport!” I hear Dave say.

“Oops.”

“Nothing to feel ashamed of son.” Dave says. “That a right nice cock you have.”

“Thank you, sir.’

I could feel my cock growing harder as I felt his two eyes survey me. And my erection.

I skim the jock down further and over my sneakers and then put the jock next to me on the seat.

“You best put that jock over the vent, so it can dry out.” Dave tells me.

I do what he suggests. As it hangs rather haphazardly over the vent it looks like a trophy. Like the prize-winning buck that all the men brag about when they bag their first big one out on a hunt. I can also smell my scent as it drifts in the closed in space of the truck cab.

“I’m surprised that thing can hold all of you, son.”

“I manage sir.” I tell him. “But barely.”

“That you do.”

As he talks to me, I let my fingers run through my dense pubic forest and loosen them from their sweaty interlocking hairs around my cock.

“Better?”

“Yes, sir.” I answer him.

“Yes, I would say so.” Dave says as he squeezes on his obvious bulge in his khaki shorts. He does not hide what he is doing now. “I am happy to see that you haven’t shaved your pubes around that prize dick of yours, either.”

“No sir.” I tell Dave. “I like my pubes. I like all of my hair.”

“Good to hear it, son.” Dave says. “Rodney got this wild hair up his ass and decided to shave himself nearly bare. He was convinced it was more masculine.”

“Not me sir. I wouldn’t hear of ever doing that.”

Rodney had mentioned to him he was thinking about shaving himself bare because one of the guys in his college dorm had done it because some girl said she got tired of getting pubes in her teeth when she was going down on her boyfriend. I guess he did it because of that friend.

“Good for you.” Dave tells me.

As Dave talked, I could feel the cum begin to seep up from my piss-slit and materialize like a clear pearl drop atop my cock. The sunlight caught it and made it glisten in its light.

“You alright son?”

I knew he saw the drop grow in proportion as we talked and then trail off the crown of my cock only for another and another to form and follow the path of the previous ones down the tower of cock-flesh that was emerging from the fur surrounding it.

“It looks like you are about to explode, Topher-boy!”

“No sir. Not yet.” I tell him.

“If you can wait a second longer, I am going to make another turn. Can you hold off for a bit?”

“Yes sir. I can.” I tell him and why I need to wait.

“Good.” He says.

I have not touched my cock, but it did not matter. It keeps with the outgoing drops of cum. The more Dave talked to me the more I leak. But it was becoming more of an outright pour now. I am so horned up. I want to stroke my cock but am unsure of doing it in front of him. Mr. Payne. Dave.

Dave did not hide his rubbing anymore. He was squeezing on his bulge and could barely keep his eyes on the road.

It was not long before he turned off. And headed down a paved road. It was all but deserted except for us before he took to the shoulder and parked.

“Touch yourself, boy. Lay those strong fingers on your cock. I don’t know how you have not done it as I drove.” Dave says.

My finger goes to my crown and smears all my accumulated juice atop my glistening cock. As I did this, Dave unzipped and fished out his cock from within his shorts.

He took to stroking it as I fiddled with the smearing of my juice still gathering atop my cock.

“Don’t you want to stroke it, son?”

“There is no need, sir.” I tell him. “I am at my hardest.”

And I was. It had grown to its fullest potential. Just a little over 8 inches. I kept spreading my juice over it like it was melting butter. Never touching anything but the enflamed crown.

“Fuck! That’s a pretty cock you’ve got there, son.” Dave says. “It has gotten bigger since last time I saw it.”

He remembered.

“Yes sir.”

I had learned I could get off just by playing with my crown. I never had to stroke my cock if I did not want too. Sitting here with Mr. Payne. I mean, Dave. I did not want to.

The more I rubbed my cock head with my juice I could feel the approaching explosion. I began rocking on the seat. I was nearing explosive action.

“C’mon boy, bust that nut!”

I was heaving now. Bucking on the seat like I was riding one of the prize-winning bulls you see at the rodeo. Then.

“Fuck!” I scream as I explode like a volcano readying to blanket a village with its lava but in my case, it is my creamy white cum.

“That’s it boy. That’s it.” Dave said as he tight-fisted his own cock peaking out from his unzipped and unsnapped shorts, while his cock crept out of the deep nest of fur that completely engulfs it.

My cum bathes down my pubes. Its whiteness is a sharp contrast against the darkness of my furry pubes.

“Mmm. Boy, that cream of yours sure does looks potent.” Dave tells me.

“I’ve been told it is, sir.” I tell him as the last few drops spew from my still-hard cock.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Dave says as he joins me in the eruption of his own seed from his cock. It is as much as mine which I did not expect. It lands like mine in his pubes. And the contrast is the same as mine. Milky white against his dark pubic shrub.

“Boy. I needed that.” Dave tells me.

“Me too.” I tell him.

“I have been hard all morning. Its this damn summer heat.” Dave tells me.

“Yes sir.” I agree. “Me too. Walking down the road made me so hard. So, fucking hard. But it was exercise. And I always get hard when I exercise.”

TWO

“Damn boy! Didn’t know you had that type of power in you!” Dave says as he looks over at me as I am splashed down with my own milky cum. “You had a lot of seed in you, son!”

“This is usually how much I do when I cum, sir.” I tell my best friend’s dad.

“Its impressive I will say.”

Dave pulls up his shorts, but he lets his cock still hang out from the open part created by being unzipped and unsnapped.

“Once we get to the rental property you can take a shower out there if you’d like.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Damn boy. That was quite a show.” He tells me as he basks in my afterglow. “Did not even have to stroke yourself. Hmm. Do not clean yourself up, boy. Enjoy that power you have just unleashed. It is wonderful.”

“I will sir.” I tell him. “I will sir.”

Dave looks out his rearview and side mirrors checking them before he reenters back onto the road. No one had passed us in the time we sat here. The road appeared to be all but deserted. As he drove, he could not keep his eyes off me. And to be honest I am equally impressed by him.

“You must cream in that jock throughout the day dontcha?” Dave asks me as he takes another look at me and my still-somewhat-hard-cock.

“Yes, sir.” I tell him. But I do not mention to him how I wait for my mom to ask me about why she never ever washes any of my underwear. Anymore. I tend to let my jocks dry out; I only wash them on occasion. My dad told me that they tend to shrink if they are washed too often. So, I wash them infrequently. Some of never been washed and reek of my masculine scent.

“We are here.” Dave says as he slows down and turns into a little side road.

There is a large aluminum gate; closed and blocking the entranceway.

“Would you mind, Topher.” Dave says as he looks over at me. “Don’t worry about getting dressed I think it will be alright. No one is out here to see you.”

“Okay, sir.”

I open the door and get out and open the gate. There was not even a locked chain through it to keep anyone out. I pick it up and let him pass through. But the urge to take a piss hits me. So, I do. I stand at the closed gate and let my piss stream into the high uncut grass that borders the canopied road. As I am standing there, I know Dave can see my ass through the side mirrors. That is okay. I like for my ass to be looked at. Admired. Longed for and lusted after.

I climb back in, and we take off.

It is not long until we are tumbling down this little canopied road.

“Where we are going is a double-wide trailer I have out here. I just want to check it out. To make sure it is okay.” Dave tells me. “Hope that is okay, Topher?”

“Not a problem, sir.” I say as I nod my head.

“Good.”

We seem to go on and on down a winding backwoods road. We turn a corner, and I can see the double-wide come into view. And parked in the front of it. I see another vehicle. A truck. An older blue Chevrolet.

Dave sees it too. And there is a look of surprise on his face.

As we park next to it. The front door of the mobile home swings opens.

“Stay here.” Dave says. “Please.”

“Who’s that?” I ask as the man steps onto the front deck of the trailer.

“That’s Reggie. He’s a friend.”

“You gonna be, okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Topher. Nothing to worry about. I can assure you.”

Dave turns off the engine and gets out of the truck. His shorts still unzipped and unsnapped. His cock still dangling out the front; getting its fresh air. And Dave is still shirtless.

I should say that the man who stepped out the double-wide mobile home was completely naked. And has an erection, and it is quite impressive, as it is, swung like a flexible sword between his humongous dark pair of legs. I should also tell you that the man, who Dave said who’s name is Reggie is a huge African-American fella. He looked like he would be one fierce football player if he ever played the sport. His size alone caused my mind to wander if he does.

Once Dave got out of the truck and climbed the short stairs up to where the naked man stood, Reggie leaned down and gave Dave a big wet passionate kiss on his mouth. And Dave returned the favor. And as Dave stood there, he dropped his shorts and walked out of them. All he had on now is his light brown work boots.

I could tell they were talking about me. Reggie kept looking over at me as I sat patiently in the truck.

I should tell you Reggie looks to be about 6 foot 3 or 4 inches tall. I knew this because I knew Dave stood about 6 foot even. (And just to add some more facts, I am about 6-foot 1 inch in height in comparison.) It was a contrast. Reggie was solid muscle, not an ounce of fat on his massively thick frame. But Dave was not lacking either. Both are men to be reckoned with. Prime examples of what men I knew were. And they were both about the same age. Men in their mid to late thirties or early forties.

“Get on out of the truck, Topher!” I hear Dave yell out.

I unfasten my seatbelt, get out and walk up and stood below them in the yard out from the deck.

“Topher, this wonderful man’s name is Reggie…but I done told you that, haven’t I?” Dave says with hesitation.

“I am his boyfriend, son.” Reggie says in the deepest most masculine baritone voice I have ever heard in my life.

“He is my boyfriend. Yes.” Dave confirmed. “I am gay, Topher.”

“I know Mr. Payne…I mean, Dave. Rodney had already told me you were, years back. Years ago.” I tell the pair.

The whole time they talked each man had his hand on the other one’s cock and was gently stroking it. Fluid from being so near one another dripped out of the pee-hole from each man’s cock.

I was hard too. But my hand was not on my cock. My manhood just pointed out like an arrow readying to be released to hit the bullseye.

“Dave said he brought you out here; he had him some plans in mind about fucking you.” Reggie tells me. “Did you know that?”

This gets a shocked look from Dave to his partner.

“That would be a problem.” I tell them. “I wanted to fuck him. That’s why I did not have an issue coming all the way here. I wanted to get a go at my best friend’s dad ass.”

“With that cock, son, I’ll let you fuck me.” Reggie said, jokingly.

Reggie’s words got my cock a bouncing about.

“He likes it! He likes it!” Dave says as my cock response to the words.

“I can see that.” Reggie says.

“Topher, this is our secret playhouse.” Dave says. “I was going to surprise you.”

I will not tell Dave I already knew about this trailer. Rodney and I had once followed his dad all the way out here and watched a night of debauchery going on with a whole slew of men, but Dave did not need to know that, at least for now.

But it did lead to a night of fucking between me and my best friend, Rodney. It was worth it, although it only happened that one time.

“Dave says you done aw-ready shot yourself a load.” Reggie says.

“I did.”

“Can you shoot some more?” Reggie asks.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” I tell the hulking man. “I can shoot a whole hell of a lot more.”

“I have no doubt.” Dave interjects. “C’mon on in.”

I walk up the stairs and follow the pair into the house.

“Mr. Payne.” I decided to keep it formal as we are standing in what was supposed to be the living room, but this was not decorated as a living room. “I am gay too.”

“I kinda figured that.” Dave says. “When I caught you sucking on my son’s cock that one time when you were younger.”

So, he had seen me do that too. Rodney liked for me to suck his cock. And I liked doing it. But we had only fucked the once. Rodney fucked me first but then I insisted he let me fuck him. He was reluctant but I wanted to lose my virginity to my best friend. But it would be the only time we have ever fucked.

As we stood in the room that was supposed to be the living room, it was not filled with a sofa or television or even chairs. It had one of those sex slings slab-dab right in the middle of it. And posters on the walls of all manners of men fucking. It was the same room that Rodney and I watched Dave and his friends go at it all those many years ago.

‘C’mere boy.” Reggie says as we stand in the ‘living’ room. He grabs a hold of my cock and squeezes it. “It is one nice cock. Something a man should be proud of.”

“I am.” I tell him. “I am, sir.”

“I can see that.” Reggie says as he brushes his fingers through my thick pubes. Flakes of my spent dried cum rains down on the hard wood floor like falling winter snowflakes. “Young man spunk. The best thing in the world. Tasty, when it is wet.”

Reggie lets go of me, but I feel like he did not really want too.

Both Dave and Reggie laugh at the comment.

“Do you have any water?” I ask. I am so fucking thirsty. I have been for a while but there is nothing out here. Nothing on these desolate roads. Just miles and miles of trees.

“In the frig in the kitchen you will find bottled water. Grab what you want. Grab all you want.” Dave says as he and Reggie go in for another intimate and passionate kiss. They get so close that each man’s cock fights for any available space between them as they nuzzle in proximity for their embrace.

I walk to the kitchen. And to the frig. Inside it is row upon row of plastic bottles of water on the top two shelves. I grab two and guzzle the first down in one hearty gulp. I feel relief as I am once again on the road to hydration. I sip from the second one as I walk back into the ‘living’ room. My cock is piercing the air like a dagger as it swings to-and-fro in its hardened state.

“So, who’s are there all those rubber cocks doing in the refrigerator?” I ask when I return to where they are.

On the bottom shelf. There was stacked up in uneven rows, plastic lifelike dildos of every color and size, imaginable and the old traditional ones of multiple colors and lengths too.

“Nothing like having a cold hard dildo shoved far up into your ass, boy.” Dave says. “It feels good.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” I say. “Hard real man cock is way better to me.”

“Yes!” All three of us say in unison. I take it that all of us are versatile by this one acknowledgement.

“C’mere boy!” It is Reggie summoning me.

Once I get close to him and Dave. Both men squat down at my feet. Each start lapping on my furry balls like they are a pair of candied lollipops. I give a loud sigh of pleasure as each man’s tongue does whirls around my now once-again filled balls.

“I can taste you, son.” Dave says. “You last bit of dried cum still clings to your balls.”

“Me too.” Reggie says.

I have been told I have a sweetness to my cream.

Reggie is the first to take my cock into his mouth. The man has a force of power as he devours me. Taking all my length into his mouth.

“I need to do a sit-down fellas.” I tell the pair. Reggie with his full lips still locked around my cock and Dave is slobbering up my low hanging dangling balls.

“There’s a seat over there.” Dave says as he directs me towards what was once considered the dining room. But it now appears to be a lounging area.

I make my way over to a big, overstuffed Barcalounger. It has seen better days as the scent of cum and left-over sex lingers thick upon it like spilt milk. But it is a place to sit so I plant myself there and spread my legs as wide as I can so as the two men can continue their ravishing of my cock with their combined skills.

Dave stops, spit rolling down his face like a waterfall.

“You get much fucking done with this cock, son?” He asks as he stands before me while he strokes his cock.

“I do okay.” I tell him.

“So, you fuck a lot?” He asks another question.

“I fucked your son with my cock once, sir.” I tell him.

This stops Reggie from sucking on my cock.

“Does the boy have a nice tight hole?” Reggie asks. “Like his daddy?”

“He did the one time I was able to fuck him, sir.” I tell Reggie.

“I can imagine. Dave here has a mighty nice hole, himself.” Reggie says.

“Has my son fucked you, Topher?” Dave asks.

“Just that once. The same time I fucked him, we flip-flopped on each other.”

“Good to hear, your two shared everything growing up. Didn’t you?” Dave says. “Why not your first sexual experience. Was he any good?”

“Yes sir! He was really good.” I tell him.

“I told you, he’d be good, didn’t I.” Reggie says as he looks over at Dave while he talks about me.

“That you did, Reggie. That you did.” Dave says. “A father wants to know that his son knows how to use his cock.”

“He does sir. I can assure you of that.” I tell Dave in the strongest possible way I can.

“I want you to fuck me, Topher.” Dave says. “Can you do that?”

“Yes sir, I can.” I say. “I have wanted to fuck that ass of yours for the longest time.”

And I had. I had seen Mr. Payne…Dave, naked on several occasions as I was growing up. But I kept it to myself. I did not even tell Rodney I had seen his dad naked. That was my secret. One of them, anyway. His ass always caught my attention. It was the first one I ever wanted to sink my cock into, but I was never sure if I would ever get that chance. Now I am.

The End…for now.