Gay Erotic Stories

I woke up very early the next morning. My cock was harder than hell and I needed to piss really badly. I guess having all of Dad’s piss from last night plus my own, really put a strain on my bladder. Plus the fact, that when I woke up my nose was in my Dad’s raunchy pit and smelling his pit-funk from yesterday. God! There’s no fucking better way to wake up than with my body warmed by my Dad’s warm naked body next to me and smelling the combined masculine funk of both our bodies in the same bed!

As I began to move, my Dad turned so that he was no longer lying on his back, but spooned up against mine. I could feel his hard cock nudging at my ass and his arm came around me and pulled me closer to him. What a fucking predicament! There I was, loving the touch, the feel, the closeness of my Dad who I’d wanted to be with like this practically all my life and knowing that if I didn’t get up right now, there was going to be a flood in my Dad’s bed which I didn’t think he’d much appreciate. I struggled to get myself out of bed, but his arm pulled me back and held me.

“Where the fuck you going?” Dad mumbled sleepily from behind me.

“Dad, I gotta piss! I gotta piss really bad! Lemme up, okay?” I begged.

Instead of letting me up, he got up over me and pushed me over on my back. He moved down my body until he was between my legs, spreading them while my piss-hard cock rose its full seven inches from my groin. Dad looked at me and he had that horny, shit-eating grin on his face again. Without saying a word, he pulled my dick to his mouth and put his lips around the head of my cock.

I couldn’t believe it! My Dad was acting like he wanted to drink MY piss! Just like I’d drunk his the night before! This just couldn’t be happening! My studly Dad, star of all my raunchiest jack-off fantasies was raunchier than I ever dreamed possible. I guess the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree after all. Looks like all the raunchy shit I’m into is just part of my birthright as Dad’s kid.

“Dad, are you sure?” I asked. I didn’t want to misread anything.

Rather than answering, he licked the head of my cock which was resting inside his mouth and winked at me. I could tell he was grinning around the shaft of my cock buried in his warm/wet mouth. I still had a little difficulty getting my flow to start - after all, I’d never pissed in another mouth than my own before and my cock wasn’t in my mouth when I’d do it. The warm wetness of my Dad’s mouth was feeling too good, at first, to allow me to relax enough to get my piss stream started. But finally, I was able to let go. I know I was pissing really hard. I had a big build-up and wasn’t able to slow it down.

It didn’t seem to matter to Dad. He moaned at my first splash of piss into his mouth and began swallowing. He nursed on my cock-head like it was a fucking tit and he was a baby sucking down his mother’s milk! He drank and drank all of my golden flow, moaning in pleasure at the taste and feel of my strong, raunchy brew. I loved my first piss of the day, it was always strong smelling and tasting. It was obvious from the way he was sucking it down, that my Dad liked it too.

“Mmm. Hot boy piss! Fuck, yeah--delicious first thing in the morning!” He said, licking his lips and grinning at me now that my flow had stopped. He had drunk every drop.

“Ah, fuck, Dad! That was awesome! I never pissed in anybody else’s mouth before! That was fucking hot!” I answered, my cock still as hard as nails, even after pissing.

“Ya like that, huh? Well, since I know you like drinking piss, too, I got a nice load here for you!” he said, pointing his hard cock at me.

I quickly rose and got my lips around the uncut head of his cock. I could smell the raunchiness of his cock-cheese as I put my nose near the head of his cock. But that treat would have to wait. I wanted my Dad’s hot load of morning piss! I pushed my tongue a little ways into the fleshy hood of his foreskin and tasted the raunchiness inside his hood. When we’d showered last night, we basically just rinsed some of the piss and cum off each other. We didn’t bother with soap or really cleaning ourselves. Since we apparently loved the raunchy odors of each other’s bodies, we didn’t want to remove them. So I still tasted some of my ass funk and Dad’s piss inside his hood from when he fucked me and pissed up my ass the night before. The mixture was heavenly! I loved the taste of my own ass and Dad’s piss all fermented overnight inside Dad’s cock-hood.

I stopped licking inside Dad’s hood and waited for his flow of piss to start. I didn’t have to wait long. Dad’s strong morning piss started to flood my mouth. It tasted far stronger than his beer-piss the night before. This piss had body and strength. It had fermented inside his body overnight and it tasted even stronger than my morning piss ever did! I was totally turned on. I was so hot as I drank, I almost came without even touching myself. His flow was longer than mine as well. I had to swallow and swallow in order to get it all, but eventually the flow of golden juice stopped and I again began to lick inside his hood, searching for any lost drops to suck down. Not finding any, I used my lips to push his foreskin down and began licking at his head cheese. The strong masculine odor filled my nose and the tart taste filled my mouth with raunch. I loved it!

As I sucked, I felt Dad’s cock getting harder and harder in my mouth. I was able to relax my throat so that I could take it all the way down to his sweaty, raunchy pubic hair. The smells of my Dad’s body turned me on so that my cock was dripping beneath me as I continued to suck on his cock. But I didn’t want to end this way. I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cock up my ass again. I wanted him to fuck me - really pound my fucking ass! I needed his cock inside me. I needed to feel his hardness punching up against my ‘joy button’ as he called it. I looked up at his face and could see his horny grin as he watched me chew on his stalk. I pulled off and looked up into his eyes.

“Fuck me, Dad! Please! Fuck my hole! Fill me with your big cock!” I begged him.

“You are one little horn-dog this morning, ain’t ya!” Dad grinned. “Guess that hole of your’s is hungry again after last night? Hmm?”

“Yeah! I love the feel of your cock up my ass! I’ve never felt something like that in my whole life!” I grinned back at him.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, boy. You ain’t the only one likes that feeling. How’s about you fuck me first and then I’ll fuck your little tail for you? Huh?” he said, his grin getting bigger.

I couldn’t believe my ears! My Dad just offered his butt to me to fuck! I couldn’t believe it! But I had a problem.

“Dad” I said quietly, “I would give anything to fuck you, but...”

“But what, boy?” he asked, showing some concern.

“But...I’ve...never...” I couldn’t get the words out.

“Oh! That’s right. Well, son, it ain’t difficult. Guys just kind of take to it naturally. You just remember to put it in slowly at first to give the guy a chance to get used to it, but after that, you can just pound the shit outa that hole and he’s gonna love it! As good as you’ve done at everything else so far, I figure you’ll be a natural fucker! You just eat my hole first like you did last night, and I’ll be more than ready to handle that beauty you’ve got between your legs there. Yes, sir! A chip of the old block!” he smiled at me.

My fears all went away instantly. If Dad thinks I’ll be a natural fucker then who am I to argue! He laid down on his stomach and spread his legs. I got between them and buried my face in his hairy ass crack. The dark, raunchy smell of his butt drew me like a magnet. I began to lick up and down his ass trench, tasting the sweat and funk that had built up overnight. I locked my lips to his hole and started sucking on it. I shoved my tongue deep into his ass, tasting the tartness of his inner body. As I licked out his hole, his ass began to relax and expand. Quickly, it became apparent that Dad was ready and waiting for my cock.

I crawled up between his legs and put my cock at his wet hole. Dad reached back and spread his butt-cheeks so that I had a clear shot at his hole. I pushed forward and felt my cock slide into his wet warmth. It was a feeling like no other I’d ever felt in my life! The soft moistness of his ass surrounded my cock and I groaned in ecstasy. At the same time as my cock bottomed out in Dad’s hole, I heard him groan as well and felt his ass push back to gather every possible bit of my cock into his hole.

“Yeah! Fuck, yeah! That feels so fucking good! Fuck my ass, boy! Fuck the ass right off me! Pound me hard! That ass can take it!” he groaned.

I couldn’t believe this! It was way beyond any fantasy I’d ever had! I looked down and saw my cock buried in my Dad’s beautiful bubble-butt. I pulled out slightly and felt his ass clinging to my cock. I groaned again and pushed it back into his hole. Soon I was withdrawing farther and farther and pounding back in harder and harder. Each time I did, I could hear Dad grunt in satisfaction. I could feel the head of my cock bumping up against his “joy button” and he moaned each time I did. I tried to hold back, make it last, but I soon found myself pounding his ass harder and harder, faster and faster until I found myself screaming and cumming deep in his ass. As I came, I could feel the muscles in Dad’s ass tightening - squeezing the cum out of my cock! The feeling was incredible! I’d never cum that hard or that long in my life! Finally, I collapsed on his back, sweating and moaning, my tongue licking at the muscles on his back as I tried to get my breath back. I was no longer a ‘virgin’. I’d had my first ‘piece of ass’ and from the hottest, butchest stud I knew! My Dad!!!

“I told you you’d do good!” my Dad low voice broke through the fog of my afterglow.

“Thanks, Dad. That was awesome!” I grinned.

“Still want me to fuck your butt, boy?” Dad asked grinning over his shoulder at me.

“Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Shove that fucker up my butt!” I practically screamed in excitement.

“Then get off my back, boy, and get on yours!” he said.

I quickly pulled my cock out of his ass and let him get up. He rose up and as I lay down, I reached up my arms and he lay on top of me, nuzzling my neck and licking at my throat and ear.

“You are just one fucking horn-dog, aren’t you, Matt?” he growled in my ear. “Well, when I was your age, I was sucking every cock, fucking every ass and cunt I could get! Guess that’s what being young is all about.” he laughed.

I grinned at him. “But most people don’t have a Dad as hot as you to play with!” I said to him.

“You really think I’m that hot, Matt?” he rose up and looked down into my eyes.

“Yes, Dad! You’re REALLY that HOT!” I repeated. “I have jacked off over you since I first discovered how to pull on my cock! This is really a dream come true for me! But more than that, I love you! I really do! You are the best man I know! Not just because you’re my Dad. No one I’ve ever met lives up to you! You are not only the man I want; you are the man I want to be!”

I looked in his eyes and I could see them mist up with tears. “Matt, you don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that. I have tried really hard to raise you right. I’ve tried to be a good father to you. You didn’t have a mother, but I tried to make up for that. I love you, Matt. You’ve really been my whole life. I’ll be honest with you. I didn’t want your mother. We didn’t love each other. But I would have done anything for you because I really wanted you! I’m not sorry she left. I just glad she never wanted to take you with her because I don’t know what I would have done. Thank you, Matt. You just made every struggle it has taken to raise you worth it for me.” he said, his voice husky with emotion.

With that, he buried his face in my neck and I could feel him lightly kissing me. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and nuzzled my face against his head. I reached up and lightly stroked my fingers through his hair. I loved this man more than anything in the world. If I was his world, he certainly was mine!

“Now, Matt. What can I do for you, as if I don’t know?” he raised his head up and smiled that sunny, horny grin at me.

“Yeah, Dad. Fuck me!” I laughed.

“You got it, boy!” he said and moved down my body until he could lift my legs with his hands.

He pushed my legs back almost to my chest and buried his face in my ass. I could hear him taking hearty, deep breaths of my ass scent and could hear him moan in horniness at the smell. Then I felt his incredibly tantalizing tongue begin to lick from the bottom of my ass crack to the top. I moaned at the feeling. Then I felt him begin to suck on my hole and force his tongue deep into my butt. I was still a little sore from the night before, but his tongue seemed to heal all the soreness and made my ass hungry for his cock to pound me again.

“Fuck, yeah! That’s it! Fuckin’ eat my ass! Shove that tongue up my butt! Please, don’t stop! I love it!” I screamed.

Dad began packing his spit up my ass, getting me ready for his hard, dripping cock. He rose up and put his cock-head at my asshole and began to milk it with one hand to add his cock-snot for additional lube. Then he very slowly began to press his cock into my ass. There was some slight pain because I was still a little sore from the previous night, but the moment his cock head passed the opening to my ass, I pushed down and his cock slid deep and painlessly into my butt. What a fucking rush! To feel my Dad’s thick ten inches sliding deep into my ass and filling my hole completely. I loved that feeling of fullness. I loved the feeling of Dad’s body joined with mine, the tickle of his crotch hair on my sensitive ass lips, the smell of rut as my Dad’s body covered mine. I felt safe and secure under him as he began slowly drawing his cock in and out of my clinging ass.

I guess my fucking Dad had brought his horniness to a fever pitch because he didn’t take it easy on my ass at all. He pounded the fuck out of my butt and I loved every hard-driving, butt-stabbing minute of it. Of course, he couldn’t last all that long at that pace, but he lasted long enough that before he came, I felt my cock getting harder and harder and suddenly - without my touching it – I started shooting cum all over everywhere! All over my chest, my abs and Dad’s chest. The clenching of my ass as I shot my load was too much for Dad. As I shot off, I heard him groaning and then I felt him pound into my ass one last time, burying his bone as far up my butt as he could reach. Then I felt his hard cock pulse over and over again as he shot his heavy load deep in my guts.

Dad’s sweaty body collapsed on top of me and I held him while he caught his breath. I could feel the tremors of his orgasm still arching through his body and, every so often, a twitch of his cock deep in my butt. Finally he got his breath back and his softened cock slipped from my horny ass.

“Whew! Son! You just about wore me out! Come on. Let’s get a shower.” he said.

We showered together in Dad’s shower. I loved washing his hard body. I loved running my hands over his hair chest, across his broad shoulders, down his tight gut and I particularly loved running my soapy hands all over his cock, balls and ass. Of course he did the same to me and we both ended up throwing bones in the shower. We decided though, that since Dad had to get to the job site, we’d wait ‘til later to take care of those.

Since it was Saturday, Dad would only work half a day. He asked me if I wanted to go with him. I’d often gone to the work site with Dad, ever since I’d been a little kid. I always have loved being around him and it was a great place to fantasize as I got older. About Dad and about some of the hunky guys he worked with.

In the beginning, Dad had just been a worker. Now he was foreman of a crew of men. Dad wasn’t like most foremen, however. He didn’t just strut around telling guys what to do. Dad worked as hard or harder than any man on his crew and they all respected him for it. Dad never asked anyone to do anything he wasn’t willing or able to do himself. In fact, it’s more than likely that Dad had done it - hundreds of times already!

I told Dad that I’d love to go with him. So I got into a tiny pair of cut-off jeans which I knew showed my ass real good and an old T-shirt that was really too small. It pulled across my chest and showed off my definition, however. I’d cut it off so it just barely reached below my pecs and showed off my six-pack of abs below. The cut-off’s road low on my hips and you could almost see my pubic hair popping out above the waist-band. Like Dad, I wore and old, worn jock I hadn’t washed in months. But I wore it because, if I didn’t, the cut-offs were so short, my cock and balls would be hanging out of them.

We got in Dad’s pick-up truck and headed out to the job-site. Dad’s company was building two and three bedroom townhouses in a new development on the edge of town. We stopped on the way at a convenience store for coffee and sweet rolls and to fill the cooler in the back of Dad’s truck with a case of beer and ice. On Saturdays, they usually knocked off work early – around noon - and Dad would always have a cooler filled with beer for the guys.

When we got to the work site, several of the guys were already there waiting for us. Among them were my two favorite of my Dad’s workers. Joe was tall, about 6'5", with blonde curly hair. He had broad shoulders and a muscular chest covered with dense blond fur. This continued onto his hard stomach and into is cut-off’s. His legs were densely furred as well. Joe was about 28 and had worked with my Dad for ever since I was a little boy.

One of the newer members of the crew was also a favorite of mine, Randy. Randy was about Joe’s age but was slimmer and darker. He stood about my height and was smooth bodied in contrast to Joe. His muscular build was more slim and wiry. He had a swimmer’s body where Joe was built more like the football player he’d been in high school. Randy had dark brown hair and blue eyes and showed a substantial bulge in his jeans where his cock was. I was extremely curious to see how big it actually was.

Randy and Joe were very close friends. In fact, they were roommates. They had been living together almost from the first day that Randy had started working with my Dad. They road together in Joe’s truck and you never saw one of them without the other close by. Dad joked about them being “Salt and Pepper” because Joe was so blond and Randy was so dark. Randy was a quiet kind of guy who didn’t have a lot to say. Joe, on the other hand, was very talkative, always telling jokes and you could hear his big laugh at least a block away. I knew they were very close, and wondered if there was more to it than that. I wondered if they were lovers or, the term I learned later, fuck-buddies. All I knew was I would love to get it on with either one of them.

Dad sent me off that morning to work with Joe and Randy. This was common for Dad to do. He trusted Joe and Randy the most of all the crew and knew that they would make sure I didn’t get hurt. Not that I really needed that close watching anymore. But when I had been little and Dad had to leave the job site for any reason during the day and I was with him, Joe was always the one that Dad would have watch out for me.

Most of the time, Dad expected me to just help the guys on the job site - hand them tools they needed or wood for trusses and framing. But as I grew, Joe began to teach me more of the trade and when I worked with him, he often times had me doing the actual cutting of the lumber for framing and other work within the units. He’d taught me well to “measure twice - cut once” to reduce mistakes cutting the lumber. He’d taught me how to read blueprints so that I knew what length of lumber to cut.

So this day, we were framing out the upper floor of one of the units. We worked for about four hours when Joe said that he could really use a break. Randy agreed so we all sat down on some piles of lumber and Joe started passing around a big thermos he had filled with water and ice.

We started bullshitting as guys do and Joe started asking about my ‘love life’.

“So, you got your pecker wet yet, Matt?” he asked me.

“Sure!” I said and then added, “With my own spit!”

Joe and Randy really broke up over that one, Joe’s laughter filling the room. “Have to do with that right hand, huh, kid?” Joe jibed.

“No.” I said. “Sometimes I cheat on it and use my left!” They cracked up again.

“Fuck, Matt, when I was your age, I was horny all the time. I think I went through about four years of my life with a bone on!” he laughed.

“Yeah, and when did you ever stop?” Randy suddenly piped up! “You still walk around with a bone on all the time and you are the horniest motherfucker I ever met, except for me!” He laughed.

Now this was interesting! Randy wasn’t the kind to usually engage in this kind of banter. Usually he just listened and enjoyed. And certainly, the kind of information he was imparting about Joe wasn’t coming from just a friend.

“I get so horned up sometimes I think I could drive my fucking cock through one of those 2 x 4's!” I said.

“Looks to me like you could do that now!” Joe laughed as he was looking at my crotch.

All this talk about boners had its usual effect on me. All somebody had to do was mention a hard cock and mine was hard as a rock in about two seconds. And not just hard, but dripping pre-cum like a faucet! I looked over a Joe’s crotch and could see that he was no less hard than I was! This was getting REAL interesting.

“Yeah, well it looks like you’ve got the same fucking problem!” I said, looking directly at Joe’s crotch and then into his eyes.

What I read there was pure male horniness! Joe was hot and he wanted sex. And he wanted sex NOW!!! I knew I was ready, but I wondered how far he was willing to take this.

“Looks to me like you’ve grown some, boy!” Joe said, looking again at my cock and taking a grip on his own through his cut-offs. “You must be givin’ it lot’s of exercise!”

“Yeah, the more I pull on that thing, the bigger it seems to get!” I answered.

“How big is it now?” Joe asked, looking more horned up by the moment and really rubbing on the hard cock in his pants now.

“Last time I checked, it was over eight inches. But it’s been a while since I did.” I answered.

“How’s about you give me a look at that weapon. I’ve got my tape measure here, we can see if it’s grown any.” he said, unhooking the yellow carpenter’s tape he always had hooked to his belt.

I stood up and slowly opened the fly on my cut-off’s. I wanted to make Joe really salivate over my cock. I looked over and the same horn-dog look that Joe had, Randy was wearing on his face too - his eyes locked to my hand as I opened my cut-offs. Randy was busy rubbing his crotch, too, and I could see the bulge of a very large piece of meat between his legs. I pushed down my cut-off’s and stepped out of them as I pulled off my shirt as well. Now all I stood there in was my work boots and my ripe, raunchy jockstrap. The strap pouch was already soaked through with my cock-snot and I couldn’t resist rubbing my hand over my mesh encased cock while the two horny construction workers watched. I got some of my cock drip on my hands and brought it to my mouth and licked it off. I hear Joe moan as I did and looked over at him.

“Yeah! Taste that sweet boy-juice!” he said.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jock and pulled it out and down over my hard cock, which was standing straight up against my body. I noticed a drool of cock-snot running down the shaft of my cock from the pool of slime in the hood of my cock.

“If you want a taste,” I said in a low voice, looking right into Joe’s eyes, “there’s a whole pool of it here.”

Joe didn’t say a word he just got up, dropped his tool belt and cut-off’s so that he was only wearing a worn, used jock-strap and his work boots as well. He walked the few feet to where I stood and then dropped to his knees. The next thing I knew, I felt his tongue digging in the hood of my cockhead for all the fucking cock-snot that was welling up there. I moaned at the touch of his tongue and moaned louder as I felt his lips wrap around the head of my cock and begin pushing down my foreskin as my cock entered the warm, wet furnace of his mouth. I could feel him licking the head-cheese from under my cock head and then I felt his lips at the base of my cock as he took me deep into his throat. He rose back up and off my cock and looked up into my eyes.

“That’s at least nine inches now! My throat’s a better measure than any ruler! And that boy-juice your making is about the sweetest I’ve ever had! Too bad you don’t have some piss to go with it!” Joe said with a wink.

I was just a little shocked. So, Joe liked it raunchy, too! And into piss! Well, he and my Dad must be playing together!

“Who says I don’t? You want some of my hot boy-piss?” I asked.

“Fuck, yeah!” Joe answered. “Give me some of your fucking piss! I’m one thirsty motherfucker!”

Joe put his mouth back on my cock, but just a few inches of it. Thank God I can piss through a hardon! I relaxed just a little bit and let my golden flow loose in his thirsty mouth. The gush of piss was followed by a moan from Joe as I could feel him swallowing it all down. He continued to moan while I emptied my bladder into his hot, sucking mouth.

When I was through, I pulled my cock from his mouth, leaned down and put my mouth right on his, kissing him deeply and licking out his mouth for a taste of my piss. I then pulled him to his feet and dropped to my knees in front of him. I pulled down his jock and freed his trapped erection. The smell of his raunchy crotch hit me then and I was lost in the ripe scent that emanated from his groin! I pulled down his foreskin and began licking the rich build-up of smegma from under the purple head. It was heavy with man smells and taste and I loved every speck of it.

“Need to piss, stud?” I asked, looking up into Joe’s eyes.

“You sure you can take it, boy?” Joe looked at me questioningly.

“I can take my Dad’s, I can take yours!” I answered. ‘Let him digest THAT one!’ I thought as I wrapped my lips around his cock again.

“Okay, you got it!” he said and I could feel the first gush of his hot piss hit the back of my throat. His piss was hot and salty/sweet. I began gulping it down as he reached down and stroked my head and talked to me.

“Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Drink my fuckin’ piss! Take all my fuckin’ piss down your cock-suckin’ throat, boy! Suck down all my fuckin’ piss!” Joe said as he watched me pig out on his body fluids.

Soon Joe had emptied his bladder into my guts and I was once again, sucking on his hard cock. I buried that ten inch beauty in my throat and thought about where I really wanted it - up my fuckin’ butt!

It suddenly dawned on me that there was another cock in the room that I was not paying any attention to at all! How rude of me to ignore what appeared to be a huge fucking slab of man meat! I looked over at Randy who was standing close to the two of us and he was stroking what looked like at least ten thick inches of hard cock! He was avidly watching the raunchy interplay between me and Joe. But before I could do anything about it, Joe pulled out of my mouth and went down on his knees and sucked Randy’s cock in his mouth just like it was the most natural thing in the world. Randy grabbed hold of Joe’s ears and began to fuck his face hard! It was a hot sight to watch the two men as one used the other’s mouth as a fuck hole!

Watching this I knew what I wanted. I wanted Randy’s cock up my butt. I wanted Joe’s cock up my butt! Fuck! I’d even try to take them both at once!!! Well...maybe THAT was far too ambitious at this point! I figured that I needed to get back into the action so I lay down between Randy and Joe and took Joe’s hard cock back into my mouth. I sucked him while Randy fucked his face.

I sucked on Joe and while looking up and watching him being used as Randy’s fuck hole. Some of the spit from his mouth even dripped off Randy’s cock and fell on my face. I watched fascinated as Randy’s balls swung back and forth as he eagerly fucked Joe’s mouth. Finally, I couldn’t ignore them any longer. I got to my knees and began licking Randy’s raunchy balls while he continued to fuck Joe’s mouth. Joe and I looked at each other as we pleasured Randy. Joe finally pulled off and let me have Randy’s cock back in my mouth. I took a few strokes of it down my throat and then pulled off and looked at Joe who was watching me suck cock with a horny grin on his face.

“I’ve got another hole you can fill with that!” I said, looking Joe in the eyes and then dropping my eyes down to his solid hunk of man meat.

“Fuck, yeah! I’d love a piece of that boy-ass!” Joe said, moving behind me.

I got up from my knees and bent over, recapturing Randy’s cock in my mouth and opening my ass to Joe’s inspection. Joe got down behind me and spread my cheeks. The next thing I felt had me moaning around Randy’s cock like a cheap whore. Joe’s tongue on my hole was hot! He buried his face in my ripe butt and I could hear him sniffing deeply of my ass funk as he sucked on the lips of my hole and shoved his tongue as deep as he could reach. His tongue was so long and dug so deep up my shitter that it felt like a small cock fucking my butt. He scooped out my hole and packed spit up it for the ease of his cock going up my shit-chute.

When I thought I couldn’t take any more of Joe’s tongue reaming, I felt his mouth pull away from my hole and then next thing I felt was the blunt head of his cock pushing against the opening. His tongue reaming, spit and cock-snot was all I needed for lube as his cock shoved all the way up my butt in one long slide. I loved his cock! Not only was it thick, it had an curve to it which rubbed against my joy-button with each movement in and out of my butt.

“Fuck you’ve got a hot, tight hole, boy!” Joe moaned as he fucked my hole with long strokes of his big cock.

I continued to moan around Randy’s cock which began to ram in an out of my throat in the same rhythm of Joe’s cock in my ass. I was sandwiched between the two sweaty construction workers as they used my holes for their pleasure. I was in heaven! The smell of Randy’s raunchy crotch was steaming up my nose as he buried his cock deep in my throat while at the same time, Joe was battering my ass with that rammer between his legs. I was rapidly reaching the point where I would cum and I hadn’t even touched my cock yet, so busy was I digging in Randy’s hot ass with my hands as I pulled his hips harder against my face and his cock harder down my throat.

Suddenly, Randy reached the point of no return and shoved his cock hard down my throat while shooting great gobs of cum down my gullet. Joe, aware of Randy’s orgasm from Randy’s moans, proceeded to deliver his load into my guts. At the same time, Joe reached under me, grabbed my cock and started jacking me off. It only took two or three pulls with his hand and I was shooting my boy-juice all over the floor underneath me. Joe continued to jack my cock as my orgasm receded until just a few drops were gathered in his hand. I felt him withdraw his hand from beneath me and then heard him licking it.

“Ahh! Sweet boy-cream! Nothing better!” Joe said as he slowly withdrew his softening cock from my ass.

I quickly turned around and buried Joe’s softening cock in my mouth, tasting his cum and my ass juice on it. I loved the taste of a cock that’s just shot off up my butt! I continued to clean off his cock and even licked through his pubic hair and down to his balls. I licked under his balls and tried to get my tongue to his ass crack. Seeing what I was trying to do, Joe turned around and bent over, giving me free reign to his muscular butt.

The raunchy, ripe smell of his butt hit my nose and I was lost in a world of masculine funk! I pulled open the cheeks of his butt with my hands and saw, as I had suspected, a fur-lined trench, fragrant with ripe sweat and ass funk. I was in heaven! I buried my face in his ass and breathed deep of all his ripe smells. My tongue shot out and I began licking his ass-trench from the back of his balls to the bottom of his tail-bone. I especially licked through the hair lining on each side of the trench, gathering any smells and tastes that lay hidden there. I finally made my main assault on his hole. I sucked his ass lips into my mouth and pushed my tongue into the opening. His ass bloomed open like a rose at the touch of my tongue. Joe had obviously been seriously into ass play, as open and loose as his hole became as I swabbed it out with my tongue. The tangy taste of the inside of his butt made my cock instantly hard again and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to bury my cock up Joe’s obviously willing hole.

“Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Ream out my stinky ass, boy! Get all that ass funk! Load me up with spit and then shove that boy-cock up my butt!” Joe groan, obviously reading my mind.

I ate butt! I sucked butt! I all but shoved my head up his butt and would have if it had opened up that far! Then, having slobbered his ass full of spit, I rose and shoved my cock as hard as I could straight up his willing hole!

“Fuck!” he moaned at my assault on his ass. “Gimme that cock boy! Give it to me hard and deep, just like I love it!”

I took him at his word and began pounding his ass with all the power I had. It took a while to notice, but suddenly I felt something warm and wet at my own hole. It was Randy, down on his knees, licking at my just fucked ass. I figured he was after Joe’s load which was up there so I slowed down my fucking to allow his lips to lock around my hole. I could feel the suction as he sucked Joe’s load from my loose butt-hole. His tongue was almost as long as Joe’s and felt good up my ass while I had my bone buried to the hilt in Joe’s hot butt. After a few minutes of this, I began praying that Randy would replace his tongue with something larger and was gratified when I felt him stand that the hard, blunt head of his cock pressed at my hole and easily slipped inside.

I couldn’t believe the feeling of being fucked while fucking! It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Randy’s cock pounding at my butt while my cock pounded in and out of Joe’s welcoming hole. I was moaning without stop now. My balls were pulled up tight to my cock and I knew any minute I was going to squirt at least a quart of hot boy-juice straight into Joe’s guts. I could feel Randy’s cock getting harder and thicker as well and knew I wouldn’t be alone in dropping over the top!

That is until we all heard a bellow!

“SO WHAT THE FUCK DO WE HAVE HERE?! THREE FUCKING PIGS!!!”

The End of Part 2 of “The Construction Worker’s Son”.

I hope you liked the story so far. If you did, write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com.