7 comments/ 44347 views/ 11 favorites On The Block Ch. 03 Pt. 01 By: Ywashere Author's Note: There are no female characters in this story – it’s my fantasy, I can have an all-male world if I want ;-) All the characters are 18 years of age or older. Y Halvin ground his swollen 9.5 inch studcock up into the whore-boy seated in his lap, his lust-burning eyes fastened on his son, who fucking another whore in the middle of the room. The sight of Calton's tight, high ass pumping rapidly back and forth, sweat glistening on his smooth, peachy skin, was doing more to keep his father's fuckpole hard and throbbing than the potion they'd gotten from the apothecary. Vin had spared no expense for his son's 18th birthday celebration. The tables, which were set in a hollow square all around the main hall, were laden with the finest foods and wine, and seated around them were all his friends and relatives – eating, drinking and fucking the hired entertainment. It was traditional for fathers to throw a lavish party when their sons turned 18, everyone feasting while the birthday boy enjoyed his first piece of ass. That was the reason Vin had made sure to invite people whose sons had already reached 18 – not only would it have broken tradition, but he was damned if he was going to pay for anyone else's son's first fuck. Vin chuckled as he remembered the shocked look on Cal's face when he first thrust his rigid 5 inches into the hired fuckboy – the finest, tightest asshole in town, Vin would have nothing but the best for his son! – moaning and panting with pleasure as he thrust his virgin prick up the whore's cunt. Cal must have been very grateful that his father had insisted he drink the stamina-sustaining potion, since it couldn't have been more than five seconds before Cal shouted out, his face red with a combination of passion and embarrassments as he shot his first cumload into the tight, clutching whorebutt. Without the potion he wouldn't have been able to keep right on pumping, fucking while his balls recharged. Vin licked his lips as the dimpled pair of pink melons heaved back and forth, back and forth. It was a well-spread rumor how the lower social orders celebrated their sons' 18th birthdays – not with feasting and whores, but by taking the birthday boy's anal virginity; all the older relatives taking their turn up the newly opened ass-pussy, rutting and spurting all night long. 'Not surprising, since they're no better than wild animals themselves,' Vin thought as he gave an extra hard thrust up his lap-bouncing whore. In the middle of the room, Cal gave an extra loud moan, his head falling back and his eyes squeezed shut – the young man was cumming again. And still he thrust and thrust – Vin was so proud! With a grunt, Vin stood up and pushed his fuckboy onto the feast-table, spilling the contents of his wine goblet and pressing the whore's chest into his half-empty plate. A servant hurried over, ignoring the sexual frenzy all around him as he straightened his master's cup and refilled it. Still half-buried in the the greasy boybutt, he braced his legs to get a better angle for his ferocious thrusts. Reaching for his wine goblet, he brought it to his lips and drank the fine vintage in one huge gulp. The alcohol, combined with the potion he'd drunk, held back his oncoming orgasm. Taking a deep breath, Vin forced himself to slow the frantic pace of his thrusting studcock. Gritting his teeth and digging his fingers into the whore's hips, Vin shoved his whole 9.5 inches deep into the slippery, ravaged rectum. He made himself hold still for a full two breaths before slowly pulling back, deliberately dragging his fuckrod against the whore's prostate as he slowly withdrew his vein-etched shaft. When only the wide, plum-colored cockhead was inside the gripping anal lips, he stopped again, deliberately taking two deep breaths. Three. Four. It wasn't till the whore tuned and gave him an imploring look that Vin let him have his throbbing meat again, making sure that his inward thrust was just as slow as his outward one had been. Vin spent the next five minutes giving the whore's hole a slow, thorough shafting. Across the hollow square, he saw one of his business partners and his son sitting facing each other and sharing a whore – the father was pumping the boy's asshole while the son was getting sucked. The sight of such father-son bonding was so inspiring that Vin gave a shout and plunged to the balls in the slippery anus, his throbbing horsecock unloading spurt after copious spurt. His legs giving out, Vin sat back down in his chair, his death-grip on the whore's hips keeping the sloppy asshole on his still-hard fuckpole as he paused to catch his breath before commanding the young man to keep bouncing – the potion was still in effect, and Vin was sure to get his rocks off at least one more time before he was ready to pull out and pass the whore on to one of his friends. In the past Calton Halvinsson had thought that nothing could beat spending the afternoon sucking cock with his friends. No sooner would the door close behind the last of them than they would all strip down to their skin and gulp each other down. Cockhounds all, they would spend the rest of the day slurping down as many hot, creamy cumloads as possible from everyone else. Cal had spent many pleasant hours lying on his side, on his back or on top of one of his friends, head bobbing, cheeks hollowing and hips pumping as they indulged in mutual dick-milking. Sometimes one of them would put on a blindfold and kneel down with his mouth open while everyone else took turns fucking his mouth. The point of the game was for the blindfolded boy to guess who he was sucking by smell and taste alone. The game was fairly popular, but they didn't play it very often since it meant that only one of them got to do any cocksucking for hours at a time. All of them were quite proud of their ability to gulp each others' peckers down to the balls. Certainly Cal had thought of himself as a skilled deepthorating-cocksucker – but that had been before he'd gotten a good look at his Daddy's huge fuckrod. Now, as he lay on his side and tongue-swiped the buddy-dick in his mouth, he tried to imagine sucking something that big – getting the wide mushroom head past his lips seemed a huge challenge all in itself, never mind the depth it would plow into him if he were to try to swallow the whole giant shaft. But that was just a distraction from the bigger thought which had been bothering him ever since his coming-of-age party. Cal was the last of his group of nine friends to reach 18; the coveted age where a boy became a man and got to dick an ass for the first time. His friend Shim had been the first to turn 18; the following day he announced that he felt like porking one or more of his friends' virgin assholes, and they'd all chimed in to tell him that "There's no way we're letting you stick that big, fat thing up any of our tight holes – what do we look like, some peckerhead slaveboys?" Everyone knew that only slaves, peasants and servants took cock up the butthole! They were all the sons of wealthy, powerful men, and as such it was beneath their dignity to suck lowborn dick or take anything up their rich-boy butts. But now Cal couldn't stop thinking about it. Not so much the act of fucking – it had been rather hot and exciting, but not that much better than the blow-jobs he traded with his friends on a regular basis. No, the thing that kept forcing itself into his mind's eye was the look on the faces of the whores his Daddy had hired. He'd first caught sight of it when he'd pulled out of the center-piece whore after his first fuck and returned to the banquet table. The whore bouncing up and down in his father's lap had such a look of ecstasy on his flushed, sweaty face that Cal had felt a strong urge to push the boy off Daddy's lap and take his place bobbing up and down on that meaty, throbbing studshaft. He had then spent the rest of the banquet observing the other entertainers – and he'd seen that same look on the face of every boy who took a hard mancock up the ass. What did those low-born boys know that he and his friends were missing? He'd spent the following night trying to poke around inside himself, shoving a pair of grease-coated fingers as far up his virgin butt as he could reach, but, although it had definitely excited him to feel his hole get stretched and stroked as he moved his hand back and forth, it still didn't explain that look, the whore-boys' obvious eagerness to get screwed. And the strain on his wrist outweighed the pleasure after a while. Though none in Cal's circle of friends were as hung as Daddy, there were a number of dicks that were bigger than his, and in his more rational moments he figured he should probably practice on something closer to his fingers' girth before moving on to the kind of meat his Daddy was packing. He wondered if he should bring this up with his friends – or better yet... Fuck! Cal's balls drew up and his pecker started unloading as a plan formed in his mind. Cal gave an extra hard suck on the boycock in his mouth and moaned as he cummed in his friend, Kraig's, mouth. Kraig, being a well-brought-up young man, made sure to swallow all of Cal's spunk before releasing the spent dick and, rolling them both so that Cal was on his back, started thrusting into Cal's throat for the few seconds it took for him to shoot his own cumload. Around them, a threesome and two other couples were either pumping spunk-filled mouths or lying back, trying to catch their breath before switching partners for Round 2. It was now or never. Panting for breath, Cal put his plan into action. "Hey... guys," he took a deeper breath, taking a moment to lick around his mouth and swallow the last of Kraig's cum. "I, uh, I was just thinking to myself how much I enjoyed my cumming of age party. Thinking about how much I enjoyed the butt-fucking..." Around the room everyone's heads were all nodding, including the rosy ones between everyone's legs as their dicks perked back up. "Sure is a hot way to bust a nut," Shim, the oldest of their group, said, reaching down to scratch his balls, stirring up his next cumload. "Nothing like shoving your studpole into a hot, tight hole – maybe make him shout 'cause your dick's so big and his hole's so small – and pump fuckslime by the bucketful up a boy's ass." All around the room teenage hands reached for adolescent dicks – and Cal's asshole twitched and puckered, imagining being invaded by a nice, big mandick. "Yeah," another friend, Jax, moaned, "It felt so damn good! My dad and older brother took me down to the Deep Throat Tavern – I spent the whole night going from ass to ass, fucking all five of the barkeep's sons over and over again till the sun came up," he sighed in a combination of happy memory and resignation, "Shame I can't afford to do that again – paid pussy's getting so expensive, my allowance barely covers renting one boy for an hour every week!" The others all chimed in with their complaints about the lack of readily fuckable buttholes, just as Cal had planned. As his friends began to energetically jack their dicks, remembering the pleasures they were missing, Cal oh-so-casually rolled over on his stomach and slowly rose on his hands and knees. Cal stretched, arching so that his ass rose higher and his cheeks pulled slightly apart for a moment – giving everyone behind him a good, long look at his pink anal ring – before he rose to his feet. Once standing, Cal turned to face the other way and, entirely-by-accident, reached back, pulling on his butt-cheek to scratch right near his hole – giving the boys on that side of the room an equal eyeful of his yearning buttpucker. Pursuing an obviously insistent itch, he moved his fingers up and down the inside of his cheek towards his crack. By now the room had fallen silent aside from panting breaths and the sound of sweaty hands running up and down slick, hard dick. "Oh, damn, I've got a funny feeling down there," Cal complained, watching his masturbating friends through his lowered eyelashes, "Better rub some oil on it, don't you think, guys?" Shim jumped up as though shot from a catapult, rushing to a nearby shelf which contained massage and bathing accessories, including various oils. Grabbing the first jug he could reach, he joined the crowd forming around Cal, who was now leaning against a wall with his round, firm butt jutting out, both hands now exposing his dilating and contracting asshole. "Here you go, Cal," Shim said, a little breathlessly as he coated two fingers in the aromatic oil and pressed them against Cal's smooth skin, right at the crack of his bubble-butt. Moving carefully, he rubbed up and down Cal's crease, lightly skimming the twitching ass-lips as he moved his fingers up and down the hot valley. Catching the eyes of the second and third biggest members of their group, Kraig and Dolf, he nodded his head slightly, telling them without words to take hold of Cal's shoulders and hold him in place. Cal noticed both the gesture and the way Kraig and Dolf hurried to take hold of him, but made sure not to let anyone know he had – his plan was working perfectly, making them all think that what was about to happen was their idea rather than his. He could just imagine the amount of taunting they would have subjected Cal to if any of his friends thought he actually wanted to get fucked – but if he fought and begged them not to, all the while moving his body in ways guaranteed to inflame their lust, he was assured a long, hard ride by at least three of four of them – maybe even all eight! Still moving slowly and carefully, Shim re-greased his middle finger and pressed it against Cal's butthole, moving the tip slowly into Cal's body. "Mmmm, that's nice – I think you've got it," Cal moaned, pushing himself back against the invading digit. "Not yet, but I'm gonna," Shim answered, pushing the oil-laden finger up to the second knuckle in a slow, steady motion. Turning his hand palm-up, he poured some more oil into his palm and left it drizzle down to his fingers, pushing his index finger inside Cal's asshole. Moving both fingers in a scissoring motion, he widened the opening, pouring as much of the slippery oil as he could into Cal's clutching butt-ring. "Uhh, guys, that's enough," Cal said, pretending that he'd only just realized what Shim was doing. "Shim, get those fingers out of there –" he made sure his assring was clutching Shim's fingers tightly "– I'm not itchy anymore." "You may not be, Cal," Shim said, removing his fingers to stroke his throbbing 7 inch prick with his oily hand, covering it with a thin layer of the lubricant before pressing the dark-red, spit and precum-covered cockhead against Cal's glistening asshole, "But now I've got an itch that needs taking care of!" Shim's cockhead was a hell of a lot wider than his fingers! Cal saw stars burst behind his tightly-closed eyelids as the mushroom cap forced its way through the narrow opening into his ass, the unexpected pain making him cry out, "Aaaggghhhh! No, don't! It's too big!" Shim seemed more turned-on than worried by Cal's protests, and continued to push his throbbing boner forward until, with a grunt, the head popped fully into Cal's butthole. The relief as Shim began to thrust the slightly narrower stalk was enough to make Cal relax, which in turn helped change the burning pain into a merely uncomfortable heat. Opening his eyes slightly, Cal took in the wide-eyed, flushed look on Dolf's face on one side; and the lusty, excited look on Kort's face on the other. He couldn't see any of the others, but he imagined they all had similar expression – all manner of horny, looking at his ass getting dicked. "Ohh, shit! It's sooo biiig!" he moaned, licking his lips and fighting down the urge to push back against the throbbing invader – mustn't appear too eager, too soon. But, now that it was all the way in, he was getting turned on again, the unbelievable heat of Shim's cock radiating all through Cal's backside, up into his belly and down to his balls. "Damn right, it's big!" Shim growled, shoving the last half inch in, smacking his belly against Cal's back, his hairy balls bouncing against Cal's hairless ones. "This is a real man's dick you're getting up your pussy! Hot and hard, all the way to my nuts!" "Oh, fuck – look at it go!" someone behind them moaned, his voice too low for Cal to identify which of his watching, masturbating friends it was. The smell of sweat and precum was heavy in the air, the sounds of wet cocks being slapped and stroked clearly audible to Cal's listening ears as background noise to Shim's grunts and groans as he humped rapidly back and forth, thrust-thrust-thrust-THRUST, "AHHHH, TAKE that LOAD you FUCKing SLUT!!!" "Ooooh," Cal moaned quietly, the deliciously hot, wet feeling of cum spurting deep inside him just as thrilling as he'd imagined it would be. And the new wetness made Shim's last pounding thrusts slide smoothly and pleasurably up and down Cal's buttchute. Shim ground his groin as hard as he could against Cal's pliant ass, milking out every last drop of pleasure before his legs gave out and he stumbled away from Cal's busted cherry. But before Cal could draw a fresh breath, a new precum-slicked cock was already pushing its way into him, this friend too inflamed with lust to even bother with lubing his throbbing pecker. This fuck lasted even less time than Shim's two minute performance, and was accompanied by many other boys jerking off a load onto Cal's back. In fact when Kort and Dolf let go of Cal, allowing him to sink to the cum-splattered floor, the only two not to have cum, other than Cal himself, were Kort and Dolf – the two bigger boys had used both hands to hold him against the wall, so they hadn't been able to jerk themselves off. "My turn now," Dolf said, quickly pulling up Cal's legs and kneeling between them, his 6.5 inch studpole purple and bobbing with eager anticipation. This cock, while not quite as long as Shim's, was quite a bit thicker, rubbing against all sorts of places that Cal had never managed to reach with his fingers as Dolf shoved it deep inside Cal's slimy, newly minted cunt. Cal's dick, which had gone limp at Shim's first penetration, went from half-hard to spurting, cum-gushing full-erection in the time it took Dolf's cock to pull back and shove back into him one more time. "Ahhhh, YES! That's IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HAAAARD!" never mind subtlety, Cal couldn't be bothered trying to fool anybody when there was such pleasure to be had. He wrapped his legs tightly around Dolf's waist and heaved his ass up to meet every one of his fucker's deep drilling thrusts. * * * After that first memorable gang-fuck, in which each of his friends had not only taken a turn, but had come back for sloppy seconds and thirds, Cal found it increasingly uncomfortable NOT to have a hard, thrusting cock up his backside. Every morning he woke with both his hands digging into his hole, trying to satisfy the craving he felt inside, while in front his cock throbbed and slimed with constant desire. But he couldn't call on his friends every day – he was expected to stay at home and study his numbers and history and law, and all those other subjects which would one day make him fit to take over his father's estates. On the third day after his cherry-busting, his Math tutor arrived after his morning meal, as usual. But for the first time, Cal found himself noticing what a tall, muscular man the tutor was. He hadn't taken much notice of the tutor he'd studied under the day before – a history tutor who looked like he had been alive for most of the events he taught about – but this man was a different specimen entirely. The Math tutor was at least 5'10", with closely cropped dark hair and a well-trimmed beard – which he'd grown to avoid having his various employers notice that he was only two or three years older than the boys he taught – warm brown eyes and more muscles than a butcher's stall. On The Block Ch. 03 Pt. 01 Before his 18th birthday celebrations, Cal would have thought it beneath his dignity to so much as suck the man's cock – he had never bothered learning his name! – but as the tutor entered the study-room, Cal knew with absolute certainty that he would do whatever it took to get the man's dick up his pussy. He wouldn't even need to use the subtle tactics which had worked so well with his friends. As the tutor entered and closed the door to the study, Cal tossed the man a jar of fuck-grease. In the time it took the tutor to read the label on the jar, Cal got naked and lay on his back on the couch which was conveniently placed near his desk. "Um, young sir, I, uh, I don't think your honorable father would approve of this..." the tutor stammered, his eyes busy taking in the smooth, leanly muscular planes of Cal's invitingly displayed body. Casting an entirely approving glance at the large bulge which appeared at the tutor's crotch, Cal tugged at his hardening boydick and drawled, "My honorable father isn't here – I am. So I'm the only one you need to worry about pleasing. Refuse me, and I'll get you fired; give me what I want, and I might even convince my father to give you a pay rise." A man didn't get to be a Mathematics teacher without being able to think logically – the tutor pulled his shirt and trousers off, and approached the couch. "Very well, sir," dipping two fingers in the slippery gel, he scooped some out, "How would you like to have me, then?" Bending his knees and spreading his legs, Cal said, "Like this, as hard and deep as you can go!" The tutor, who had been about to push his grease-laden fingers up his own asshole, paused in momentary confusion at this unexpected order. But his swelling fuckspear rose higher in the air, filling in and stretching outwards as he realized that he wasn't expected to suffer the humiliation of getting shafted by Cal's rich-boy's 5 inch prick, but rather, he was actually being blackmailed into screwing one of the hottest, most seductively forbidden butts he'd ever seen. It was like being forced at knife-point to eat a sumptuous feast. What remained of his rational mind made the tutor go back to the door and lock it – if he'd been caught bottoming for the kid, he would only have been fired; if he were caught topping that sweet rich-boy ass, he'd be horse-whipped at the least! Turning back to the object of his lust, the tutor scooped out a generous amount of lube and ran his greasy fingers up and down his rampant bullcock, getting a good coating of lube all over the vein-etched tubesteak. Coming to the foot of the couch, he looked at the offered boypussy and dropped the jar of grease, choosing instead to take a taste of the depths he was about to plunder. Cal's eyes widened in shock as he saw the man bend down, and the wet, slippery feeling as the tip of the tutor's tongue tickled and titillated his twitching tunnel, tapping and tripping along his outer rim before plunging deep into his hungry, spasming chute. "Whahhhhhh...?" MOAN! "What d'you think y'r...?" sigh, "Uhhhh! Oh, fuck, yeah!" Cal's hand unconsciously stroked his straining dick, rubbing his free-flowing precum onto the throbbing shaft as he was introduced to a new type of anal delight. "Don't stop! Ohhh, don't stoooooop!" "Mmmmm!" was the only verbal reply, but the tutor's mobile tongue and lips continued to stroke and suck Cal's sensitive opening, probing deeply and with every sign of lusty enjoyment. Cal didn't know how long it was before the sloppy rimming, combined with his masturbating hand, made him cum. The pleasure made it seem like no time at all had passed, but the friction-soreness in his palm made it clear that several minutes at least had gone by. Several minutes during which the tutor's cock had actually grown longer and thicker! Cal's eyes, which had narrowed with pleasure as his cock finished spurting on his flat belly, nearly popped out of his head as the tutor rose up on his knees, revealing his fully engorged 9 inch buttfucker. "D-d-don't f'get t' grease that thin' s'more!" Cal panted, still out of breath from his orgasm, worry about the size of the bullcock he was about to take in surfacing briefly through the deep puddle of lusty pleasure he was wallowing in. The jar was quickly retrieved, and the tutor's cock was given another coating of the slippery gel before he pressed the broad mushroom head against Cal's spit-slick, twitching butthole. "Take a deep breath, boy – here it comes!" the tutor gritted his teeth and started to press, exerting a gently but steady pressure to slowly push the broad head through Cal's tight asslips. "Oh, hell, yeah!" the tutor moaned as the glans went all the way in. Pausing a moment to enjoy the burning-hot grip of Cal's internal muscles, the tutor went to work thrusting the rest of his hard shaft into Cal's wet, massaging rectum. "Ohh, yeeeeessss!" Cal hissed as the tutor's cockhead brushed against his prostate. One of his friends was a student of Medicine, and after their gang-fuck he had gone out of his way to explain that Cal's many cum-spurting orgasms were an involuntary result of friction against his prostate, rather than an expression of enjoyment – this was his way of excusing one of their social standing seeming to get off on getting fucked. 'Yeah, whatever – so long as it gets lots and lots more friction!' he had thought to himself at the time. "Fuck! You got an even tighter cunt than my little brother's!" the tutor groaned as he pumped his hips, thrusting his thick shaft back and forth in Cal's clutching tunnel. "So it's true, then? Peasants really do fuck family members?" Cal felt an extra thrill, thinking once again of his Daddy's studpole, which his memory assured him was even bigger and thicker than the one currently rubbing against his asswalls so deliciously. "Who you calling a peasant, fuckboy?" the tutor growled, pulling back until only the throbbing mushroom head was still in Cal's gripping asshole before shoving the whole fuckpole back to the root, "I'm a freeman, same as you and your old man – just not as well-off!" "Yeah, sure, whatever... Hey, what're you doing?" Cal cried out as the tutor pulled all the way out and sat back on his heels. Gripping his copiously dripping studcock tightly, he gave Cal an evil leer as he began beating himself off. "Now, now, li'l pussy! Here I am, not only giving you all this here big ol' mandick, I also complimented your hot little fuckhole! And instead of saying 'thank you' like a good little fuckpiece, you go and insult me! Maybe I should save this here load for my little brother, after all?" he said, hefting his large, hair balls, heavy with their large cumload. "No!" Cal shouted, pushing himself up on his elbows, desperate for more hard pounding pleasure, "I'm sorry, sir! I'm so very, very sorry, sir! It won't happen again, sir! Please, just put it back inside me, sir! I need it sooooo bad, SIR!" the last word came out as a cry of joy as the tutor thrust back into Cal's ass, his entire throbbing 9 inches gouging in with one hard shove, balls slapping against Cal's asscheecks. "Ooooooh, that hurts soooooo goooood!" It was a struggle to keep his movements slow and gentle – so the tutor didn't even bother trying, slamming his bulldick to the hilt with every forward thrust, heaving back and forth with all the power of his muscular ass and thighs while Cal called out encouragement and bucked up to meet his slamming in-thrusts. "Alright, now, reach up and pull my tits!" the tutor grunted, arching his back and presenting his chest. Cal's only reaction was a puzzled look, so he added, "My nipples, cuntboy! Grab those little pink suckers and twist!" Raking his fingers through the tutor's thick chest hair, Cal found the hard little nubs and pinched as hard as he could. His eyes widened with surprise as he felt the tutor's bullcock swell further, the large manmeat filling his asstunnel even more. "Yeah, that's it, bitchpuppy! Hurt 'em good, and Daddy'll fill your sweet pussy with what it needs – lots of hot studcum!" It was definitely the use of the "D" word that made Cal's balls pull up tight and his cum shoot in thick ribbons along his chest and stomach – but the swelling, stroking mandick flooding his rectum with spunk certainly helped. The tutor shoved his swollen swollen cock as hard as he could, the emptying a pint of mancum into the furthest depth of the moaning boy beneath him. Still inflamed with lust, he pulled his still-cumming horsecock out of Cal and crawled up the boy's torso to press his spurting cockhead against the boy's lips, "Open up, slut." Cal's couldn't quite focus his eyes as he looked up at the man looming over him. But him mouth was well trained, and even though he had never attempted sucking anything as big, he pressed his lips against the spongy head and sucked the burning hot, cum-spurting mushroom into his panting mouth. After the tutor's orgasm subsided the man backed up, pulling his dick out of Cal's mouth as he sat down on the couch near Cal's cum-leaking ass. His fuckrod lost some of its rigidity, but was still swollen and upright, and he knew that it wouldn't take much to bring it back to full boyfucking erection. Looking at the glazed look on his student's face, the tutor decided to push his luck. "Now, was that enough, or does your hot little pussy want some more?" Cal pushed himself up on his elbows, surprise written all over his pretty face. "You can do it again?" His friends always had new hard-ons within two or three minutes of cumming, but he distinctly remembered that his Daddy and the other older men at his 18th birthday party had taken at least half an hour to get hard again after an orgasm. "Hah! Do you know how I got into the University? I fucked my way in, just like every other scholarship boy there! I worked my way through all ten members of the entrance committee – and most of them weren't any more interested in my ass than you are." "Wow!" Cal's world-view rocked as he thought about this. As the son of a prosperous merchant, he'd met several of the committee members at various occasions, and he couldn't imagine a single one of those dignified, staid-looking gentlemen taking a cock up the ass any more than he could imagine walking on the moon. "So, if you're interested, you can show it by lapping me back into shape," the tutor said, recalling Cal's attention to the present – and to a future which could involve him getting dicked again if he got a move-on. Kneeling on the carpeted floor between the tutor's thighs, Cal went to work. The tutor's fuckpole had a flavor Cal had never tasted before – since he'd never tasted ass before – and he found it surprisingly exciting, rather than distasteful. 'This cock's bred my butt!' he thought as he tongued along the twitching column of flesh, licking cum and other musky streaks off in long swipes, swallowing every mouthful without hesitation or reservation. Some of the slippery semi-liquid had dripped down to the tutor's balls, and he made sure to thoroughly lap those pendulous orbs as well, stirring up their contents in anticipation. 'These nuts emptied out into my boycunt!' It only took little more than a minute to "lap him back into shape", but both of them were enjoying Cal's cleaning so much that the tutor allowed him to continue for some time, letting Cal run his tongue along every inch of his engorged cock and balls over and over again, before tapping the boy on the head by grabbing his throbbing member and pushing it down, hard, twice. A drop of precum fell off the reddened glans just as Cal looked up, the clear fluid mixing with the sweat already covering the boy's cheeks and the spit running down his chin. "Time to get back the main even," the tutor gently reminded Cal by waving his swollen bulldick from side to side. "Oh, yeah," Cal answered, a little dazed from oxygen deprivation, since there was very little fresh air around the tutor's sweaty, hairy groin. Groping around the floor, he managed to pick up the lube jar after a few fumbling tries, and scooped out a generous amount to rub onto the fleshy pillar. Rubbing the remaining grease on his hand around his sore assring, he let the tutor pick him up by his armpits and pull Cal into his lap. Other than a muted hiss of discomfort, Cal made no protest as the cockhead was inserted back inside his buttring, and he immediately pushed down with all his weight to feed all that swollen manmeat to his gluttonous glutinous, feeding his hungry boycunt in one quick plunge. Shifting his hold to the sides of Cal's chest, the tutor helped the horny boy bounce up and down his throbbing horsecock, once again not bothering to try and prolong their sexual gymnastics by keeping things slow and gentle – this kid was gagging for a hard fuck, and he was more than willing to take out all his class-frustrations by pounding Cal's pussy to a happy pulp. "Hoooooh, shit! Big! Ugggh! Hard! Gimme! Ahhhh!" Cal grunted deliriously, fireworks going off behind his closed eyelids as he shunted up and down as fast as his thigh muscles could push him, his prostate on fire from the volcanic heat of his tutor's engorged fuckpole. "Yeah! Fuck! Take it!" the tutor's balls felt like they were about to burst, his hairy sac full and tight against the base of his plugging, plunging bullcock. Cal shifted his angle slightly, making his throbbing, precum drooling boydick rub against the tutor's kinky belly-hair. "Ooooooh, that's it! Here it CUMS!" The perfect combination of friction on his pecker and prostate sent Cal skyrocketing into his climax, thick globs of boycum shooting up the tutor's chest, one spurt smacking the underside of his chin, spatters ricocheting to land on Cal's sweaty, heaving chest. "FUCK! HARD! COCK! IN! ME!" It was a good thing no one was in any of the nearby rooms – or the garden outside the study's window – or they would certainly have come running as Cal screamed out his pleasure. The tutor's orgasmic cries were swallowed up in the noise, just as his spurting cum was swallowed deep inside Cal's bucking body. Cal slumped against his tutor's sticky torso, not caring that his drying cum was rubbing into his hair as he half-lay exhausted against the bigger man. The tutor's twitching studcock, still buried to the hilt inside his cum-sloppy ass, was the only thing keeping the boy from falling off the man's lap onto the floor in a boneless, sated heap. The tutor himself was sitting back in the couch, basking in the post-cumming quiet while he caught his breath. Coming out of a light doze, his brain kicked in for the first time since he'd thought to lock the study door. The tutor looked down at the sticky, sweaty mess sitting on his thighs. "I don't suppose you've got a towel handy, do you?" "Huh?" Cal was dozing, feeling wonderfully drained and wanting nothing more than a nap – preferably while the tutor's horsedick stayed exactly where it was, so it could keep him stretched and service him some more when he woke up. His dazed mind couldn't understand how a towel fit into this seductive scenario. "We need to get cleaned up, kid," the tutor said, imagining the trouble he could get into if someone caught his young, rich student with a cum-oozing ass. "If anyone sees all that spunk leaking out of you, we'll both be in deep shit." Cal's first thought was that he could simply lick it up like he'd done after their first fuck – but then he realized they were talking about his ass, not the tutor's crotch. Which made him think of what the tutor had done before, "How about you clean me up?" he suggested, leaning back a little to look his tutor in the eye. "After all, you made the mess," he winced as he pulled up one leg and unplugged the tutor's softening fuckrod, carefully shifting his weight and slowly lay back on his back on the couch with both knees bent and pressed to his sticky chest, "It's only fair that you clean it up." "All right – but you'd better clean me up, too," the tutor said, quickly moving to a push-up position with his head between Cal's legs and his own horsecock and balls dangling in Cal's face. Cal decided that being inside his slick butthole definitely made a man's dick taste better – the musky tang gave it an added piquancy that went straight to his balls, making him moan with pleasure as he lapped at the drying cum matting the tutor's shaft and pubic hair. And the tutor's tongue felt even better than before in Cal's ass – his raw asschannel felt even more sensitive as the nimble muscle pushed its way deep inside his well-fucked pussy. By the time one of the servants knocked on the door to inform his young master that dinner was being served, Cal had been thoroughly serviced six times, followed by a leisurely mutual tongue-bath. It was just as well that the lesson time was over – even Cal's talented tongue couldn't get a fresh hard-on out of his exhausted tutor, and Cal's own body was starting to feel the strain of all the unaccustomed activity. The next morning Cal was feeling too sore to do more than jack off, carefully clenching his still raw-feeling assring as he shot cum over his tight fist, before rising and eating his breakfast. That day's lesson was Law – the land's various taxes, what purpose they served, which ones could be avoided with careful bookkeeping and so on. Cal hadn't actually progressed beyond the basics yet, but he wasn't expected to do all that for himself anyway – his father had an accountant for the purpose, and when the time came Cal would do the same. But it was important to know these things, to avoid being cheated. The tutor for this subject was middle-aged – older than the Mathematics tutor, but not as decrepit as the History tutor – his brown hair was slightly threaded with silver, and crow's-feet crinkled the corners of his blue eyes and lined his forehead. As they waded through the various laws, with all their subtexts and possible loopholes, Cal thought to himself that if the previous day's "lesson" hadn't left him quite so sore, he might have tried seducing this man as well. 'Something to think about in the future,' Cal thought, and tried to focus his attention on the texts they were reading and not the faint throb he felt in his swollen anal-ring. At dinner Cal and his father met for the first time in a few days – sometimes they took every evening meal together, but lately Daddy had been working long hours and taking his meals at his dockside office. Even now, Daddy was only able to stay long enough to eat and make light conversation with his only son before setting off for a late meeting with one of his shipmasters. All through the meal Cal found himself staring at Daddy's lips – imagining them pressed up against his own; Daddy's hands – picturing them stroking his body, his young cock; the V of chest hair visible through the front of Daddy's shirt – would the hair be soft, or rough like the Math tutor's? Were his nipples as pink? Cal shifted on his sore buttocks several times as his cock twitched and drooled inside his breeches, imagining the various activities and positions the two of them could get up to. Their positions at the table hid the evidence of his desire, just as it kept his naughty eyes from seeking Daddy's crotch directly, but his mind's eye clearly supplied the memory of Daddy's hard fuckrod to help fuel his fantasies. 'Screw the pain – I've gotta get some more cock in me soon,' he decided, taking a sip of his wine to disguise his desire-flushed face. That night, Cal took a detour on his way to his room, sneaking into the kitchen pantry to grab a pair of cucumbers as masturbation aids. They worked well enough – he was relaxed enough to go to sleep after the third time he fucked himself to orgasm on a slippery vegetable – but they weren't nearly as pleasurable as the real thing. On The Block Ch. 03 Pt. 01 Fortunately for Cal's appetites and snobby nature, the following day's lessons were horsemanship and swordsmanship, which were taught by Master Tabour – a man born to a noble but financially-poor family. This teacher was only slightly older than the Math tutor; he kept his roan-red hair in a flowing tail down to the middle of his shoulders, and while his body was leaner than the Math tutor's, his thighs bulged with muscle and his hands were big and strong. Their lessons always took place in the wide parkland which was part of Cal's family estate, just outside of town. They each had their own mounts, as did the two grooms who always followed them, carrying a lunch basket and other amenities. Cal made sure to get to the stables early that morning, in order to have a quick word with the grooms. His explanation to them was even more to the point than his ultimatum to the Math tutor – the stable staff was famous for their lusty, promiscuous nature, and it only took a promise of a turn for each of them up his delectable ass to make sure that they supported their young master in his plans for the day. To seal the deal, Cal quickly fell to his knees and pulled both men's breeches open, sucking both hardening cocks into this mouth to help them reach full erection. Once the two men's studpoles grew too big to accommodate in his mouth at once, Cal took one in each hand and started sucking each for a few seconds before turning to the other, all the while stroking both with his smooth, sweaty hands. As both men's groans grew louder, Cal's rhythm grew faster, his head snapping back and forth in a hungry right-suck-suck, left-suck-suck, right-suck-suck – until his efforts were rewarded with a sudden cum-flood in his salivating mouth, the other groom cumming over his jerking fist a second later. Cal was well aware he had an audience as he finished sucking the first cummer and licked the second man's spurting fuckrod clean – he'd heard Tabour arrive a few seconds before. It was part of his plan that the noble-born tutor see him like this, to plant the idea that Cal was an easy lay and, hopefully, make him want a piece of Cal's willing body. Another part of the plan was to avoid noticing Tabour's presence – Cal was ostentatiously savoring the taste of cum on his tongue, giving the nobleman a chance to either confront them or hide and pretend that he hadn't witnessed anything. If his tutor chose to confront Cal now, Cal would see to it that they fucked right here in the stable; if Tabour chose to pretend not to have seen anything, Cal would goad him into it after they rode deep into the park – by having both grooms hold the nobleman down while Cal raped his dick, if need be. But he'd seen the excited look on Tabour's face – the man was interested. One hour later Cal was naked and lying on his back on a horse-blanket, each leg widespread supported by a groom, while a half-dressed Tabour – he'd taken off his shirt, but only opened the fly of his breeches while leaving his belt buckled – knelt in front of his student, thrusting his 8 inch studcock into Cal's well-prepared pussy. Never fear, this was just to set the scene for the rest of the story. Our favorite hairy, hulking horsehung hunk will make an appearance in our next exciting episode. Y P.S. Remember - Feedback is how you show you care :-) On The Block Ch. 03 Pt. 02 There are no female characters in this story - it's my fantasy, I can have an all-male world if I want ;-) All the characters are 18 years of age or older. Y Calton Halvinsson could still taste both grooms' cum in his mouth as he rode his horse behind his tutor's mount. He knew his riding and fencing tutor, Lord Tabour d'Amourious, had seen him sucking off both men back at the stables before they'd left, and the fact that Tabour was pretending otherwise could mean one of two things – either the impoverished nobleman had been moved to speechless disgust at the sight, or else he was biding his time before pouncing on Cal's hot, available young body. Since Cal had seen the lust in the tutor's green eyes when they had mounted their horses and headed out, as well as a sizable bulge in Tabour's riding leather breeches, Cal was pretty sure it was just a matter of time before he got his first taste of noble dick. The lightly wooded area they were riding through was familiar to them both – student and tutor rode variations of the same route every week in order to practice horsemanship on different terrain, while both grooms took an easier, shorter route to the clearing where Tabour later drilled Cal in fencing and unarmed combat. Cal licked his lips, thinking about being "drilled" in a different type of unarmed – or better yet, unclothed – combat. 'And if he doesn't give me what I want, I'll cut the lesson short and have both the grooms service me when we get back,' he promised himself. Cal had originally thought to have the two grooms help him force Tabour's cooperation in giving Cal the anal pleasure he craved, but as they set off he'd reconsidered – forcing a low-born Mathematics tutor to fuck him was one thing, but Tabour was a Master Swordsman, and might actually manage to defeat two unarmed men and a young stripling if attacked. Cal wasn't so hard up that he was willing to risk his smooth, young hide when he could settle for getting fucked by a pair of servants later. However, Cal need not have worried; instead of leading the youth off to one of the many detours, Tabour directed him to head straight to the clearing with the grooms. As soon as they arrived and dismounted, Tabour turned to his student and commanded, "Strip, boy – show me what you've got for me!" Tabour's hands were busy undoing his sword-belt, absently handing the sheathed weapon to one of the grooms as he watched Cal eagerly shed his clothes. As soon as the words reached Cal's ears he reached for his shirt's fastenings, practically ripping the lightweight material off his chest and arms. Then he bent down to unlace his riding boots – incidentally giving the groom standing behind him a good look at his rounded ass in his skintight breeches. Toeing off the thick leather footwear, Cal stopped a moment to calm down as he looked back at his horny tutor – there was a nice, pronounced ridge running down the right thigh of Tabour's riding leathers. Giving the nobleman a teasing smile, Cal slowly unfastened his breeches, taking his time undoing each button, exposing his smooth hips and his scant, copper-colored pubic hair, which was the same bright color as the curly mop on his head. When he exposed the base of his rigid cock, Cal couldn't resist reaching in and pulling the swollen 5.5 inch boydick out to stand proudly in the open air as he undid the final two buttons and released his hairless balls. He wasn't sure if it was because of all his recent sexual activities, or just a result of being a growing teenager, but Cal was sure his dick was bigger than it had been just a week before. Turning to give Tabour the best possible view, Cal slowly lowered the stiff cloth down his thighs to puddle around his feet. Bending down, he took his time pulling his socks off, letting the men behind him take a good, long look at his firm asscheeks, flexing to let Tabour and the two grooms get a peek at his twitching, pink hole. When Cal turned back around, he found his tutor with his shirt off, showing off a smooth, muscular chest and belly, with only a slight treasure-trail which began between his flat but muscular pecs and continued down past his navel to his exposed, swollen 8-inch studcock, which was standing proudly out of the open fly of his riding leathers. He also had the now-naked grooms attached to each of his nipples, with both hands pressing the men's heads to his chest while he watched his student's striptease. Unconsciously, Cal's hands rose to his own small, rosy nubs and tweaked them before sliding them down his belly to his pecker and dangling hairless balls. Cal knew what the man was seeing – a shock of curly copper-colored hair above wide blue eyes and a pug nose, which made him look both younger and sweeter than he was; his body was lean, with just a hint of puppy-fat on his face, belly, hips and ass, which added to the illusion of child-like innocence; his cock was standing upright, a proud 5.5 inches of hot flesh, the blood throbbing through it turning it a dark red and making it bob rhythmically up and down to the beat of his racing heart. Panting with desire, Tabour pulled the groom from his right tit by the hair and shoved him toward the tethered horses. "Unsaddle them. Then get one of the horse-blankets and my saddlebag," he ordered while he pushed the other groom off his left nip down to his rigid fuckpole. Turning back to Cal he ordered, "Turn around and show me that cunt again, boy!" Boldly, Tabour started thrusting his cock into the groom's slobbering mouth, "Show me how many fingers you can fit into that little pussy!" By the time the first groom returned with Tabour's saddlebag, Cal had stuffed three spit-lubed fingers from his right hand while his left held his buttcheek aside to give his tutor a better view. "Spread the blanket on the grass," the nobleman said, shifting his grip from the sucking groom's hair to the sides of his head, pumping the man's face back and forth to meet his humping hips. "Now get the oil out of my saddlebag." Turning to Cal, Tabour ordered him to lie down on his back on the spread blanket. When the groom pulled out a vial of popular fuck-lubricant, Cal wondered if Tabour was always so well-prepared, or if he'd somehow known about Cal's new favorite pastime. But then the groom was commanded to "Prepare that mare-boy's cunt for some good, long horsedicking" and Cal lost the ability for rational thought at the feeling of two thick, well-oiled fingers pushing all the way into his dilated hole, rubbing and stretching, getting him ready. Then the fingers pulled away and the mouth of the small bottle was pressed directly against Cal's anal lips as the groom gave his pussy a warm-up by fucking him with the inch-and-a-half-wide lube bottle. Cal's hands leaped onto his throbbing pecker and he started tugging as though his life depended on it, his whole body focused on milking every possible iota of pleasure out of this experience. The fact that he had an audience made it even more delicious as he dug his heels into the blanket and shoved his clutching ass back at the diddling groom. "That's enough – any more and the over-heated bitch will cum all by himself," Tabour predicted, seeing the copious amounts of free-flowing precum coating Cal's busy hands and the tightening of his balls, which clearly showed how close he was to blowing his load. "Each of you, grab hold of one of his hands and legs – give me a nice, wide target!" The grooms hurried to obey the voice of authority, pinning Cal's hands to his sides and hoisting his legs in the air. The nobleman himself took a moment to savor the sight of his young pupil, lying on his back, sky-blue eyes glazed with wanton desire, naked and thoroughly spread, red boydick drizzling precum on his lightly defined ab-muscles, pink butthole pouting and dilating in clear invitation. Tabour took his spit-dripping 8 inches in hand as he knelt in front of the beckoning boypussy and rubbed the broad head along the crack below the opening, adding the oil which had overflowed out of the youth to the spit and precum already coating his throbbing horsedick. Tabour teasingly ran the hot cockhead all around Cal's rim, letting the puckered lips grip at the glans for a moment before pulling back, making the boy whimper with frustrated lust – the grooms' hold on the boy's legs meant he couldn't move to follow with his yearning asshole. Tabour kept this up for a few more seconds – showing the boy just who was in charge of this fuck – before his own horny desire forced him to press his twitching dickhead firmly against Cal's buttring. Bracing his hands on either side of Cal's shoulders, Tabour began a slow, steady pressure, his whole cockhead breaching the anal lips with only a little effort, and began to gradually press in the narrower stalk, "Oh, yeah! Nothing like fucking a hungry boypussy!" he smirked down at Cal's lust-flushed face as he continued to pump into the boy. "Had his coming-of-age party two weeks ago – I bet he hasn't stopped spreading these legs since his Daddy busted his cherry!" the nobleman's hips heaved forward hard as he spoke, shoving the remaining 5 inches of his engorged horsedick into the willing, gripping butthole. Taking a deep breath, Tabour visibly forced himself to slow down and make his hips pump in and out in a measured, controlled rate – if he let his horny imagination get away from him then this would be over far too soon. But despite the gentle pace, within seconds Cal himself shot out a hot, heavy cumload all over his flat belly. He'd already been horny since sucking off the two grooms back at the stables; but the combination of the smooth, thorough shafting his riding tutor was subjecting him to and Tabour's deliciously shocking words sent Cal right over the edge. For a moment the forest clearing, the grooms and the riding tutor all faded away, leaving Cal lost in a fantasy of Daddy's hansom face distorted with lust as he loomed over his ecstatically helpless son, his thick, long paternal fuckpole ramming Cal's grateful boypussy into orgasm. When his vision cleared, Cal saw the small, smug smile on his slowly-thrusting tutor's face. "Been in heat all day, haven't you, little filly? Need lots of good, hard horsecock up that cum-hungry hole, don't you?" Before Cal had a chance to answer – assuming he could find the breath to answer – Tabour shifted his angle of penetration slightly, hitting Cal's prostate square-on with every hard in-thrust, rubbing the veiny shaft against it with every withdrawal. Within seconds Cal's body was wracked with another all-consuming orgasm. "Oooooohhhhhhh! Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaah!" Cal had already learned that boys his age only lasted a minute or two, but could re-load within seconds; low-born freemen were able for twenty minute fucks, and could recover within five minutes if properly motivated; and now he learned that noblemen could screw for hours, keeping themselves from cumming by knowing when to pull out and cool down for a while. As soon as he felt Cal's asstunnel start its orgasmic dick-milking, Tabour heaved himself backwards, pulling his whole 8 inch length out of the moaning, twitching boy. The groom on the right immediately rushed to fill the gaping void, dropping the leg he'd been supporting in his haste to reach Cal's wet, open asshole. The sudden lack of support overbalanced Cal, turning his body partway onto his right side. The second supporting groom merely shifted his hold on Cal's left calf so the fuckboy was now lying at a 90 degree angle to the kneeling groom who was on his knees between the youth's thighs, pumping and plowing his pliant, plush pussy. A few minutes later the butt-pounding groom's grunts and groans showed that he was close to cumming. Tabour forced him out of Cal's slutty slot and shoved his own highborn fuckpole back in the reddened boycunt – Tabour may not have wanted to cum right away, but that didn't mean he wanted another man's sloppy seconds. At least not until after he'd emptied his own balls once or twice! The groom was too hot to even think about holding back his climax the way Tabour had done, and, desperate to shoot his load inside his young master's body, crawled up to Cal's head and stuffed his engorged, purple studcock into the boy's moaning, panting mouth, holding tightly to Cal's curly, sweat-drenched hair as he shot his hot cum down the boy's throat. Having seen his student fellate both men earlier, Tabour had no problem letting them use Cal's cocksucking mouth and throat – if anything, he found the sight lust-inspiring, his heaving thrusts coming at Cal harder and faster as he watched his student's head being used. The feeling of hot cum flooding his mouth triggered another orgasm from Cal's twitching cock, the pleasure of burning-hot cock in his ass and mouth at the same time more intense than anything he had ever felt before. The sight also triggered a rain of spunk from the groom holding up Cal's left leg, who reached down with his free hand and gave his upthrust, engorged studpole a couple of tugs while he avidly watched the other two men taking their pleasure with his young master. Ropes of groom-cum flew up in the air, most splattering on Cal's chest and side, while a few drops landed in Tabour's long, dark-red hair, which was starting to escape from the ponytail at his nape. The next time Tabour felt close to cumming, nearly twenty minutes later, when he pulled out the second groom took his place, still holding Cal's left leg in the air as he fucked the youth sideways and slightly from behind. The nobleman let him plow Cal's well-stretched asshole for nearly ten minutes. Then, as the groom's low-swinging balls started to rise and prepared to release a second load of spunk, Tabour grabbed the groom by the hips and forced him to pull out. Positioning himself on his side, behind Cal, Tabour entered him from that angle, reclaiming his place inside the boy's hot, sloppy pussy. The riding tutor's latest thrusts were so forceful that Cal rolled from his side onto his stomach. Tabour merely pulled the boy's hips back into a kneeling position and continued hammering away at his raised buttpussy, while the second groom, desperate to get his rocks off again, pulled Cal's head up and entered his slack-jawed face. The groom came within seconds, his spunk shooting out so hard that some of the spurts splashed back out onto his heaving groin. This caused a chain reaction: the feeling of boiling-hot cum gushing down his throat and his chin at the same time as his prostate was getting pounded to jelly made Cal's whole body tighten up, his straining pecker shooting and his boycunt squeezing down on its 8 inch, throbbing invader. The sudden milking spasms were too much for even a trained Sword Master's control, and Tabour shot his first cumload deep inside Cal's guts, his strong ass-muscles pumping wildly as he spurted over and over again. Nearby, the first groom watched, the sight of all the others cumming together just what was needed to fully revive his spent cock. When Tabour finished emptying himself into Cal's clutching chute, the tutor pulled out his still-swollen cock, leaving Cal's pouting asslips available to the first groom to shove into. Tabour moved to Cal's head, commanding the dazed young man to clean him up. Cal did such a good job, running his slutty, slobbery tongue from glans to balls and back again over and over before sucking the whole throbbing mandick down his cum-greased throat, that Tabour let not only the first groom to cum up Cal's ass, but the second groom also got to shoot his load into the wet and willing asspussy while Cal showed Tabour his oral talents, sucking the nobleman to a gushing second orgasm after half an hour of intense oral attention. The sun was low in the western sky by the time they eased off and out of each-other and moved to a nearby stream to clean up before heading back. After a quick dip to clean off the cum and sweat from his smooth young body, Cal took special care to get as much spunk out of his throbbing ass-channel as possible - by having the grooms take turns eating him out over and over while he lay on the stream-bank to dry off, and suck off the groom who wasn't rimming him while Tabour watched. The blanket they'd had their orgy on was folded up and placed on Cal's horse – since his butt was far too tender to ride a horse anyway, all of them agreed that he would be much more comfortable riding back to the stable on Tabour's lap. Before Cal pulled on his riding breeches, the weapons' tutor slit the back of the heavy material, so that Cal's sore but willing assring was lowered squarely onto his tutor's available, rampant horsedick. The pair happily fucked all the way back to the stables, Tabour deliberately taking detours and putting the horse through its various paces to create different rhythms up his student's delighted pussy, while Cal cummed inside the heavy material of his breeches over and over again. * * * That night Cal's whole body was sore and aching, and he found himself unable to fall asleep – so he snuck into the kitchen for a fresh cucumber. The next morning one of the servants came to wake Cal for breakfast. The youth had fallen asleep lying on his side, but was now lying on his belly, completely naked, with half of the foot-long vegetable sticking out of his ass. What actually woke Cal wasn't the servant closing and locking the bedroom door, or the sound of the man stripping off his clothes – it was the feeling of friction as the cucumber was quickly yanked out of him and the servant's dick was shoved deep inside his puckered assring in its place. Cal went from fast-asleep–to shocked–to pleased in two seconds flat, pushing back to help the servant's narrow 7 inch prick fill the hungry void inside him as quickly and completely as possible. "Oh, fuck, yeah! I ain't had any boycunt since I went down t' the slave yard las' week!" It was common practice that any citizen could have his way with the wares at the slave-market – free "test fucks" were a good way for the common folk to get their rocks off, even though everyone knew most of them couldn't actually afford to buy the boys they were dicking. "And none o' them was nowhere near this tight!" "What?" Cal panted, heaving back against the insolent servant, not even bothering to turn his head and look the man in the face. "You don't have some cute-assed brother to get you off at home?" Cal gasped as the servant's studpole noticeably swelled inside his gripping ass. "My older brother use'ta let me poke 'im ever' once in a while – usually after he'd pumped me full a couple o' times! – but he's gone and joined th' army, since he heard how men get promoted accordin' t'how well they c'n put out pussy an' fuck their senior officers!" "Mmmmm," Cal moaned, tightening his inner muscles, "Tell me more!" * * * Poetry lessons always came the day after his riding lessons. Cal had never bothered to listen when the small, fussy man talked in the past, so the poetry tutor didn't notice anything new about his pupil's behavior that day. In previous weeks, Cal had spent the time fantasizing about his next get-together with his friends - specifically, getting his mouth together with as many of their dicks as possible. This time he spent the entire lesson thinking about the fun he'd had out in the clearing while the poetry tutor read and then expounded upon a poem about daffodils, or daisies, or something. By dinner-time Cal managed to get himself into a near-frenzy of desire. He considered skipping dinner – or, better yet, having one of the better-hung servants bring him a tray in his bedroom – but Cal was scheduled to eat with his Daddy again, and he didn't want to miss that. 'Daddy's been so busy with work ever since my birthday,' he thought as he made his way from the study to the dining room. 'He leaves the house before I'm even awake, and usually comes home long after I've gone to bed – he even went back to his office right after we ate dinner the other day!' As much as he would have loved a leisurely, all-night ass-pumping session with a member of the household staff, Cal was even more eager to feast his eyes on his father's manly body – he knew it would make his later masturbation-marathon much more intense. On The Block Ch. 03 Pt. 02 Which was why Cal's 5.5 inch dick was pitching a visible tent in his light cotton pants as he arrived at the dining room – so visible, it was the first thing Vin noticed as his son entered the room. Cal stopped in the doorway, shocked to notice where his Daddy's eyes were focusing and the way the older man licked his lips – like he was getting them wet and ready for something hard and hot. Then Vin seemed to remember himself, flicking a quick, slightly guilty look at Cal's face; almost as if he were reminding himself who he was looking at. Once again, an idea began to form in Cal's mind. Halvin was sitting at the head of the long dining table, where, as master of the household, a place was always set for him. A second place was set at the other end for Cal, but he deliberately ignored it and sat in the chair on his father's immediate right. Vin was surprised, but didn't say anything, other than to order that the first course be served. Discreet and well-trained, two of the three dining-room servants barely hesitated before silently and efficiently relocating Cal's plates, glasses and silverware and then joined the third servant in bringing in the first course. As soon as the servants left the room, Cal oh-so-casually slid his left leg sideways, bumping Daddy's socked foot ("Only peasants wear shoes in the house, son, and only slaves go barefoot") with his house-slipper. Watching out of the corner of his eye, Cal saw his father jump slightly at the contact, but otherwise Daddy pretended not to notice. And continued not to notice as Cal pressed a little harder, his toes sliding back and forth along the side of Daddy's foot. After all, this sort of thing could be accidental – or maybe the boy's foot itched and he was rubbing away the irritation. Still, Daddy's salad was practically untouched when the servants came back with the main course. Cal left his foot where it was – the servants couldn't see it through the table-cloth, and even if they could, all they'd see was a boy's foot pressed against his father's foot – nothing suggestive about that, surely? Even if the master's face seemed unusually flushed. Cal smirked into his first bite, biding his time until the servants finished filling their wine-glasses and stepped out of the room again. It was a standing order to leave master and son alone during meals, other than when bringing the food to the table or removing used dishes, so the two of them could converse freely. But Daddy was strangely silent, aside from the way his breathing was growing louder and heavier. Possibly it was because of the rich meat they were eating – or possibly because Cal's not-so-innocently-wandering foot had started running lightly up and down Daddy's muscular calf. Cal made sure to keep his expression bland and his gaze focused on his plate as he cut up his food to bite-size pieces – he knew this needed even more delicacy than when he'd tricked his friends into ganging up on him; not only was his Daddy a shrewd businessman, but everyone knew it was easier to manipulate a crowd than an individual person. Cal waited until his father drained a third glass of wine – all that liquor could easily account for the high flush on his face – before draping his ankle over Daddy's knee, his heel lightly rubbing the beginning of Daddy's inner thigh. He decided to leave it like that for a while. 'Daddy knows that if my foot's up there, then my legs are open – let him think about that until desert.' Daddy was pretending not to notice it, but made no move to push Cal's foot off his knee, even though he could have done it with a minimum of fuss. All he did was drain another whole glass of wine to wash down the mouthful of meat he'd speared off his plate. Having finished cutting up his food, it was only natural that, while his left hand moved his fork from his sensuous mouth to the plate and back again, Cal's right hand rested on the table. Then it dropped below the table – nothing wrong with putting your hand in your lap, after all. And the sound of cloth rustling down there could just be Cal adjusting his breeches – or scratching his thigh, maybe? Cal hid a smirk in his own wine glass as he saw Daddy's eyes flash in the direction of his crotch, where Cal's hand was rubbing his hard cock through his thin pants. The look in the older man's eyes was so hot, Cal was surprised he hadn't burned a hole in the table, trying to see his son jacking off. Cal didn't raise his hand from his groin until the servants came back with the dessert – some sort of confection with fruit, honey and cream on the side. He also put his foot back on the ground – but only until the door closed behind the servants again. Then he turned to face his father directly and extended his right foot directly up to Daddy's crotch, gently grinding the bottom of his foot against the wonderfully large bulge he found there. Maddened beyond endurance, Daddy jumped up and swept the table clear with one hand while the other grabbed Cal's arm and pulled him to his feet and then shoving the boy on his back on the table. The wild, lustful look on Daddy's face sent a thrill through Cal's spine and soaked his fly with precum. Halvin held his son down on the table, his muscular body shaking with warring desires. On the one hand, this was his son, his precious little boy whom he treasured. On the other hand, every time he closed his eyes all he could see were the perfect globes of Cal's bare ass humping, bumping and pumping, just as he'd seen them that evening at the boy's... the YOUNG MAN's coming-of-age celebration. That was the real reason he'd spent so much time away from home lately – he'd been visiting the slave-market, trying to fuck away the wicked vision by emptying his balls over and over again in some nameless, faceless slaveboy. But none of them could match the vision that haunted him – the flawless, rosy skin; the smooth, swinging balls; the ecstatic look on his son's face as he'd fucked his first ass – Cal would have just that expression when he got his first taste of cock, Vin was sure of it! Vin had even started dreaming about it: The look of shock on Cal's face as his pussy was breached by the wide, blunt cockhead; his wide blue eyes staring into his father's pleasure-narrowed blue eyes; the boy's cry of pain, making Vin's horsecock swell even thicker as he forced every last throbbing inch into Cal's twitching chute; Cal's slender cock, drooling precum all over his soft belly, feeling like a fire-warmed poker against Vin's hairy stomach as he heaved back and forth over the boy, thrusting hard, hard, harder, HARDER as he rode his son down, his balls swelling, tightening, tightening, the boy writhing and moaning, his thrusts, thrusts, thrusts speeding up more and more and more until – he would wake up, his purple, engorged fuckpole spewing cum all over his heaving belly. And then, wide awake, he'd find himself jerking his cock to a second orgasm, hating himself for doing it even as his hand pumped faster and faster on a bulldick that refused to go down until he closed his eyes and pictured Cal's tight, round butt, imagined his hard Daddydick forcing its way between those ripe peaches. More and more often, he'd lick his hand clean after cumming again, pretending it was Cal's sweet boycum he was tasting. Tonight, the sight of Cal's tented pants had set Vin's heart racing, though all that blood seemed to pump directly into his cock and stay there, making him dizzy with lust and confusion. Whatever had Cal so worked up, surely it had nothing to do with Vin's perverted desires! Then Cal had sat so very close to him, teased him with his dainty, slippered foot – Vin hadn't imagined these things! He knew he was wide awake – the pain in his balls was too intense for this to be a dream, the buttons in his fly were digging into his throbbing horsecock too sharply for any dream-sensation. That final push – an actual push of that small foot right into the root of his evil thoughts – and his shaky control snapped! His senses reeling from too much wine and not enough sleep, Vin suddenly found himself bent over his son, lips pressed hard against petal-soft lips, his tongue forcing its way into a mouth that actually seemed to be sucking on it, inviting it in to play with Cal's own nimble tongue. Opening his eyes, Vin couldn't deny the heated desire he could see gazing back at him. Unable to hold back any longer, Vin reached down and yanked Cal's light breeches down, his son helping by raising his hips and pushing the thin material down his ass at the same time as his father pulled down the front. Vin took a second to enjoy his view of Cal's throbbing dick – maybe it was the closer angle, but it looked bigger than it had that day when the boy had shoved it into his birthday-present whore – before Vin's slobbering tongue pulled him down to taste the copious precum drooling out the small slit. A taste became wide swipes all up and down the slender rod, from the coppery curls, a slightly lighter shade than Vin's bushy pubes, to the plum-red head and its continuous flow of salty-sweet liquid. Beneath him Cal moaned and writhed, his manicured nails digging into Vin's shirt at the shoulders, his muttered cries of "More!" "Good!" and "Daddy!" spurring Vin to lift his head and slam his mouth down on the tempting morsel, swallowing the whole 5.5 inches in one gulp, his stubbled chin rasping against the smooth thighs and low-hanging boynuts. Fast as only a teenage boy can be, Cal immediately started to unload in his father's voraciously sucking mouth. The next time Vin came to his senses he was on his knees on the table, rubbing something – honey? cream? – on his throbbing bulldick, while below him Cal was gripping his own thighs, bending himself almost in half and holding his legs as wide apart as possible. Vin's breeches were open and shoved down his thighs, his shirt gone – probably on the floor, but who cared? – while the boy beneath him was completely naked aside a slipper which was half hanging from his left foot and a torn shirt-sleeve on his right arm. "Oh, Daddy, please, Daddy, want it so bad, Daddy, so big and hard, Daddy, gimme, Daddy..." Cal was babbling, flexing his stomach and hips to raise his spread butt, beckoning to the pulsing paternal peter, his lust-glazed eyes fixed on the vein-etched studpole in his father's fist. Cal's cock was still hard, and was already leaking a fresh stream of precum on his tight belly. Vin just grunted his agreement and pressed his slippery cockhead against the twitching asslips. "Aaaaahhhhh!" he groaned as his fuckspear forced its way into Cal's tight boycunt. The fact that the tightness was due to swelling from all of his son's recent activity, rather than because it was a virgin passage, was lost on Vin, who was delirious with the thought of taking his own boy's butt-cherry. Too hot to bother with subtlety, Vin braced one hand on the table and grabbed Cal's thigh with the other for leverage, and shoved! His son's howl of pain was music to Vin's lusty ears, spurring him on to thrust harder and harder, heaving his purple, throbbing horsedick up and down the clutching asscunt. "Teach you to tease me," he said through pleasure-gritted teeth as his muddled brain remembered a dainty foot running up his leg and pressing against his swollen crotch. "Show you..." grunt, "not to..." grunt, "tease..." groan! "Oh, gods, Daddy, I'm so sorry, Daddy!" Cal said howled. He didn't act sorry, though – the boy was pushing back against every thrust Vin shoved at him; his sweet, round ass slamming against his father's crotch, the whole length of his boypussy milking Vin's throbbing studcock. "Show you... Show... you... how t' FUCK!" Vin's scrambled thought was completely sidetracked as Cal raised his head and latched onto one of Vin's wide, hard nipples. With a wordless below, his bloated Daddydick started to blast out a heavy load, his thrusts sporadic and uneven as he cummed and cummed and CUMMED! He was dimly aware that Cal's moans, reverberating against his hairy, sweat-soaked chest, were getting higher and higher pitched. The feeling of Cal's hot boycum spurting against his heaving belly caused Vin to make his last, cock-draining thrusts fast and vicious in order to give the little slut an extra hard prostate massage. When he next regained his senses, Vin opened his eyes to see the three dining-room servants waiting patiently at their stations by the wall. A flush bloomed on his fair skin which had nothing to do with desire, though he managed to otherwise keep his composure. It helped that, while all three men's eyes shone with lust, none showed any signs of contempt or mockery – but then, the household was staffed by only the most professional, discreet servants money could buy – theoretically, he could commit murder and all they would do would be help hide the body. 'Nevertheless, some sort of discretion bonus is called for,' he decided as he slowly pulled out of Cal. Looking down, he saw his son's eyes were closed, but a blissful smile was stretching his mouth from ear to ear – so Cal probably didn't regret what they'd just done. Vin also noticed that the both of them were a cum and food spattered mess. Sitting his bare ass on his calves, he turned to the servants and commanded one of them to prepare the bath. Turning back to his son, Vin deliberately ignored the remaining two servants as he bent down to give Cal a slow, sensuous kiss. Starting sweet and soft, the kiss quickly turned hot and hungry as Cal's tongue forced its way into Vin's mouth while the young man's hands burrowed in his father's sweat-dripping hair. Their silent audience was actually a bit of a turn-on. "Mmmmm, Daddy," Cal sighed. "I've wanted to do that ever since my birthday party." Vin felt a jolt at his son's words, his cock twitching with renewed interest. "It felt just like I knew it would." "Now, how would Daddy's little boy know what getting fucked feels like?" Vin growled softly in Cal's ear, nibbling on the soft lobe. "Umm," Cal's eyes widened as he realized he almost gave away, but his father was busy working his lips down Cal's graceful neck and didn't see, giving the boy a chance to decide how much of the truth to tell, "Because of the look on that whore's face – you know, the one who was riding your dick while I lost my virginity? He looked like he was having even more fun getting stuffed full of your pounding fuckpole than I was having pumping ass." Vin's cock gave another lurch, filling with blood at the knowledge that his son had been lusting after him for as long as he'd been lusting after his son. Just as he was considering giving Cal another round of hot incest there and then – maybe let the boy ride him the way that whore had done – the third servant returned and announced that their bath was ready and waiting. Taking a deep breath, Vin forced himself to get off of his son, climbing down from the table and helping Cal sit up – noticing the way the boy's ass rubbed in the puddle of cum which had been dribbling out of his stretched asshole – and then eased him off the table so they could go take their bath. As father and son left the room hand in hand, a soft moan made them turn back to the dining-room – and to the sight of the servants, kneeling on the table and lapping up the streaks and puddles both men had left on the table with their eager tongues. * * * The bathing room was adjacent to Vin's chambers – a colorfully tiled room, stocked with every possible toiletry and bathing accessory, its main feature a sunken marble pool which could easily accommodate half a dozen full-grown men. Not that it mattered – no sooner did Vin settle in the warm, scented water, than Cal straddled him and started rubbing his sweet asscrack up and down his Daddy's erection while they kissed, long and deep. No question, his son knew what to do with his tongue. The bath oil made Cal's already smooth skin feel like velvet against Vin's hand as he caressed his son's back. The other hand held the younger man's head steady for their prolonged kiss while Cal rocked and wiggled in his father's lap. The slippery bath oil made sure that the young man's ass-cheeks and thighs also slipped and slid up and down his father's pulsing fuckshaft with only the most pleasurable friction. Cal's hands were as busy as his hips, running up and down Daddy's hairy chest, pausing often to tweak and pull at his father's hard nipples before running his fingers back through the thick, kinky reddish-brown hair covering the muscular pecs. Cal's throbbing hard-on was sandwiched between their stomachs, getting tickled by the treasure-trail running down Vin's slightly flabby abs and leaking a steady stream of precum that mixed with the oily bath-water. Every minute or so the two men stopped kissing to let fresh air into their starved lungs, during which Cal would start to babble breathlessly such things as "Ohh, so hot and hard, Daddy!" or "Want it back inside me so bad, Daddy!" his lust and oxygen deprivation making him forget that he only needed to shift up a little to cause the penetration he desired – and also, his befuddled brain wasn't willing to let him move even an inch away from the man he was rutting against, wanting to feel as much of his father's body against him as possible. When the feeling of firm boybutt against Vin's straining studcock started making his cum-swollen balls tighten, he reluctantly broke off the kiss and put both hands under Cal's thighs, raising the little cocktease easily in the water just enough to disrupt his son's lap dance – although it didn't entirely stop the contact between them since Vin's bulldick rose to follow, continuing to point directly towards the object of his desire. "Now, now, son!" he chuckled at the startled, pouty look on Cal's face, "Neither of us wants this next load to go anywhere except deep inside that hot pussy of yours – do we?" Cal cooed his agreement, reaching back with both hands to pull his firm cheeks apart, giving his Daddy full access to his dilated, greasy asshole. This was so very much like his fantasy – straddling Daddy, sitting down on that blunt cockhead; feeling the sweet burn as it forced its way into his butt; rocking up and down, a little more down each time, working that long, fat shaft deep into his yearning fuckpassage. "Oooooh, Daddy!" he moaned softly into his father's ear, letting go of his ass to brace himself against Daddy's broad shoulders. "It feel sooooooo goooooood!" "Take it, boy, take it!" Vin muttered, barely aware of the words coming out of his mouth, his concentration fully taken up by the clinging, burning heat that surrounded his throbbing flesh. By unspoken agreement, both made sure to keep their movements slow and gentle as Vin guided Cal up and down his engorged Daddydick, running his son's assring from the root of his swollen cock to the flared base of his precum-drooling cockhead and back down again. Vin distracted himself from the pleasure by watching Cal's face – the way the boy tried to keep his eyes open was just too cute, especially when his prostate got poked on his downward slides and his eyes would involuntarily cross and his eyelids flutter closed. The buoyancy of the water also helped prolong their lovemaking, since Vin could never have lifted his son over and over again for such a long time without it – and it would be such a shame to rush a sweet fuck like this just because his arms got shaky. Gradually, Cal started tightening his inner muscles, keeping himself snug but loose on the way down his Daddy's pulsing fuckpole, then squeezing hard as he rose along the rock-hard pillar – milking Vin's studcock and making his father moan louder and louder as he increased the speed of Cal's rides up and down the paternal peter. On The Block Ch. 03 Pt. 02 Soon the water was frothing around the humping, pumping men as they raced up and down Vin's engorged dick towards their climax. Vin's hands dug into his son's hips as he heaved his own muscular ass upwards with every downward plunge of his boy's hot pussy; Cal's nails left bloody grooves on his father's shoulders and back as he shouted encouragements, "That's it, fucker! Work that hot cunt! Fuck me, Daddy! Give it to me! Give it to MEEEEEE!" Cal voice rose to an excited squeal, his whole body going into convulsions as his orgasm hit. Vin's death-grip on his sides the only thing that kept Cal from falling backwards into the bath as his back arched. The young man's dark-red boycock shot out spurt after thick spurt of boiling-hot cum high into the air to land on his father's face, his own face and in the water all around them both. Vin howled his own pleasure as the rhythmic squeezes of Cal's orgasming fuck-channel milked his horsedick, feeling like he was shooting a river of cum up his boy's sweet ass. * * * Vin dreamt. He was on a horse, but he was lying with his back against the horse's neck with the saddle over his hips and groin. He knew there was an opening just behind the saddle-horn, since he could see his hard, purple dick rising up through it like a fleshy, vein-etched pillar. But he didn't see it long, since Cal was sitting with his feet in the stirrups and was riding Vin's cock, bobbing up and down with increasing speed. Vin could feel his son kicking the horse's sides – it felt like he was prodding Vin, not the animal – and commanding him to go faster, faster, FASTER! Vin woke with a gasp, the shame of once again thinking of his son as a sexual object making his heart race. He fully expected to be alone. But for once, he wasn't greeted by the sight of his bare, spewing bulldick shooting off into the air – Cal really was straddling him! The shock running through Vin's system made his balls swell and tighten and his cum gushed hard up into Cal's heaving, grunting body. Through pleasure-narrowed eyes he saw Cal's hands rubbing against the boy's smooth torso, tweaking his nipples and running from his chest to his balls, deliberately avoiding his copiously precum weeping dick. "Oooooh, Daddy! So hot! Fill me uuuuup!" Cal's voice was deep and rough, his throat sore from all the moaning he'd been doing. Feeling like he was still dreaming, Vin reached up and enveloped Cal's throbbing boycock with his hand, stroking the rigid near-6-inch length once, twice, before Cal's hot cum flooded his palm. Breathing hard with excitement, Vin licked his hand clean, tasting his son's sweet boycum. "All right, boy, you got Daddy up - now give me a little snack!" the flavor was making his mouth drool, wanting more of his son's hot juice. "Get that cute little boydick over here - and while you're at it, see how much of Daddy's fuckpole you can get down your slutty throat!" Cal was quick to obey his father's orders, first pivoting on Vin's deep-buried, still-hard cock, and then sliding his greasy ass down his father's sweat-slick belly and chest before raising his hips to let his half-hard boydick dangle above Vin's sensuous lips. The young man took a moment to look down through his spread legs at the sight of his Daddy capturing his cockhead with his wet, wet lips before he turned his full attention to the hard task before him. Vin's studpole was still mostly hard - and getting harder as the older man swallowed more and more of Cal's re-awakening prick - and was covered in salty, musky Daddycum. Cal wanted to take his time, to savor the taste and feel of his Daddy's huge bulldick against his tongue and lips; but his hunger was just too strong and before he knew it he was choking himself, trying to fit the 2-inch wide cockhead down his throat. 'I can do this, dammit!' he thought, determined that if a base-born whore could take a bullcock this big, then Calton Halvinsson could, too! A combination of breathing through his nose, a kind of swallowing cock-massage and sheer determined horniness saw to it that within minutes Cal's slobbery cocksucking lips were buried in his father's bushy pubes and his pug nose was pressed against Daddy's sweaty, furry balls, happily soaking up the heady, musky aroma. At the other end of their incestuous 69, Vin easily gulped down the whole length of Cal's completely revived milkbone, one hand supporting the boy by the hips while two fingers from the other hand probed deeply into Cal's spunk-slippery butthole. No sooner did Vin feel the sweet sensation of his whole tubesteak disappear down Cal's constricting throat, than his mouth was flooded with a fresh load of hot boycum. "MMMMMM!!!!" he moaned, while in his mind he chanted lewd encouragements for the boy to keep right on feeding his Daddy all the sweet, thick boycum he could pump out of his smooth nuts. Vin made sure the spurts came thick and often by carefully aiming his probing fingers at his son's well-stroked prostate. Cal's dick stayed hard as he started pumping his hips, signalling the beginning of Round Three. Inspired by his father's example, Cal rubbed his right hand in the copious spit escaping the corners of his stretched mouth and then inserted three slender, spit-lubed fingers in his Daddy's twitching anus as he started bobbing his head up and down Vin's throbbing shaft. The need to take a deep breath forced Cal to back his head up his Daddy's shaft, though he kept the throbbing mushroom-head in his slobbery mouth. And although he no longer had the whole throbbing shaft inside his hungry maw, his new position allowed Cal to fully savor the salty precum drooling copiously from Daddy's piss-slit. Swallowing hard and rapidly to avoid losing any of this tasty treat, Cal ran his left hand up and down Daddy's hot, slippery shaft while continuing to diddle Daddy's back-door with his right. Sucking in an extra-large lungful of air, Cal dived back down his father's fuckpole. The constricting massage of his boy's hungry throat broke Vin's self-control. With a dick-muffled yell, Vin started flooding his son's tight throat with thick ropes of hot mancum, which in turn triggered a fresh load of boycum in his own sucking, vibrating mouth. * * * At some point both of them must have exhausted each-other, since the next time Vin opened his eyes he could see sunlight coming through the window at an angle that told him it was closer to noon than mid-morning. His first confused thought was that he'd overslept – probably spent too many hours masturbating after that disgustingly horny dream again. Then full consciousness hit him, and Vin realized that the soft mound he was spooning wasn't just pillows and blankets, but his son. Cal's curly copper-red hair, a shade lighter and longer than Vin's own, was sticking up in odd directions where the sweat hadn't flattened it to his skull. Vin felt two conflicting desires at that moment. On the one hand, the night's exertions left him feeling parched and with his stomach rumbling. On the other hand, his cock was pressed against a cum-slick butt-crack, and a half-asleep Cal was rubbing said butt-crack up and down his father's rapidly swelling fuckrod. The sight of a laden breakfast table beside the bed made the decision easy – he merely had to reach over the boy and pour himself a glass of juice, without having to break the delicious contact with Cal's humpy ass. Vin decided not to think about how many servants had now seen him in such a compromising position with his son in order to set the food in place. Thoughtfully pouring a second glass before moving back, Vin handed it to his son and then took a large swallow of his drink. Knowing the way all by itself, Vin's engorged studcock pressed against Cal's reddened, swollen assring, fresh precum helping to ease the broad mushroom head into the thoroughly loosened opening. Cal whimpered, pushing backwards to help lodge the whole cockhead inside his wet cunt, "Ohh, Daddy! That feels so gooood!" the boy's voice was still hoarse, though not as rough as it had been during the night, and he spoke softly as though raising his voice might spoil the moment. Keeping his movements gentle – even though his son was clearly enjoying it, Cal's poor love-tunnel must be feeling sore after all the hard use it had been put to – Vin started pumping his hips slowly, gradually working his hard dick up the slick rectum. "Mmmm, sure does, baby-boy," he murmured, dropping a kiss on one soft-skinned, slender shoulder as he felt the snug fit of Cal's assring come closer and closer to the base of his pulsing bulldick. Their first fuck of the day was slow and lazy. Father and son were somewhat worn-out by their night-time exertions, and took the time to eat as they slowly stoked the fires of their lust back to full blast. It wasn't till the breakfast table was more than half emptied that Vin started humping his horsecock in earnest, rolling Cal to his elbows and knees for the best possible leverage as he pumped and pummeled to his first orgasm of the day. As the stars exploded behind Vin's eyelids, he fell forward on his son's sweat-slick back, one hand landing in the growing puddle of boycum as Cal got off from their latest incest-fuck. "Ahhhhh, Daddy! That's gotta be THE best way to wake up!" Cal sighed contentedly between panting breaths as Vin rolled off to lie on his back next to the boy. Cal himself was lying where he'd been kneeling, apparently not bothered by the mess of cum he was on – but then, there was hardly any part of the bed which wasn't covered in spunk. Cal turned his head to face his father, "You don't have to rush off to work, do you, Daddy?" A hundred reasons why he should rose in Vin's mind, but none of them were as compelling as the sweet look of puppy-lust in his little boy's blue eyes. "Tell you what, son – get those pretty lips down to Daddy's big, fat dick and convince me that I've got better things to do today!" Many thanks to everyone who bothered to leave feedback and comments - a girl likes to be appreciated! Sorry it took so long to get this one out - real life keeps getting in the way! In the next installment: Guess who joins this happy household? ;-) On The Block Ch. 03 Pt. 03 Halvin was drawn to his son's room by the sound of sobbing moans. Along the dimly lit hallway he saw a succession of naked, sweaty, dazed servants – wheezing old men sitting on the floor and panting young men leaning against the walls; Vin thought he also recognized some of his son, Calton's friends lying unconscious in a heap through the doorway to his study. But the most shocking sight was a kitchen drudge – barely 18, his face and body that of a young boy – whose arms were both covered with a familiar mess of grease and cum up to the elbows; the boy was just standing in the hallway, staring at his sludge-covered hands as though he'd never seen them before while his stubby boycock twitched and drooled a steady flow of precum down his thighs. Striding into the room, Vin was shocked at what greeted his eyes. With a heavy heart and a swelling cock, he turned away from the pitiful sight. Looking at the men littering the hallway, he selected a servant that looked more alert than the others and pulled him to his feet. "Get yourself dressed, and go bring the doctor!" As the servant stumbled away, Vin shook his head and sighed. He'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, that if he just left his son to his amusements and indulged him, then eventually the novelty would wear off and Cal would go back to his other interests. "Daddy?" the cry combined a sob and a lusty groan. Vin's cock, half-hard since he'd first returned home, swelled to a fully bloated boner. Entering the room, he once again beheld his son, lying naked on his sweat-drenched bedding. As his father came in, Cal drew his knees up, spreading his thighs wide while he stuffed all the fingers from both hands into his wide, wet, red-raw asshole. "Hurry, Daddy! I feel so fucking empty!" Cal's dark-purple, 6 inch cock lay rigid and twitching in the lake of drying cum on his belly. "Don't worry, baby! Daddy's gonna help you feel better!" Vin cried, shoving his breeches down his thighs to free his pulsing paternal peter. Not even bothering to spit-lube his cock – the boy's ass was a greasy, dripping mess already, gaping open and inviting – Vin wasted no time climbing on the bed and shoving his full 9.5-inch length into his eagerly waiting son in one hard lunge. * * * After Cal's successful seduction of his father, the both of them had spent a balls-draining day in Vin's wide, luxurious bed; snatching bites of food from the cold buffet the servants kept refilling on a bed-side trestle-table whenever their incest-inflamed dicks calmed down enough for them to realize how hungry their hard-pounding exercises were making them. Every time he took a bite of food, Vin felt a small twinge of embarrassment that some servant he hadn't even noticed had seen Vin having wild, enthusiastic monkey-sex with his own son - incest was considered a poor man's sport, something to scoff at by members of Vin's class. But the feeling only added spice to their next father-son fuck, making Vin's dick recover even faster and swell harder than it ever had when he'd indulged in multiple fucks with hired whores or freely available slave-stock. Vin lost track of the number of times he'd cummed up Cal's sweet ass or sixty-nined him – blasting his jizz down his son's milking throat while Cal's throbbing young stud-pole unloaded thick boycum down his father's gulping gullet. That night Vin had slept more soundly than he had in years, though he woke up early enough to give Cal two quick fucks before getting out of bed – and another, more leisurely pussy-pounding at the breakfast table, before he'd gone to tend to his thriving shipping business. Since then the two of them not only ate dinner together – they usually shared a hot incestuous quickie at the dinner table, a more extensive fuck in the bath, and a goodnight mutual blowjob when they went to bed. Midnight rounds of "Ride Down Daddy's Dong" were becoming more and more frequent, too, and lately it was rare for Vin to go off to work without at least two morning quickies to see him through the work-day. One morning they managed to achieve 5 mutual orgasms in quick succession before Vin pulled himself out and stumbled off to his downtown office. The next day he'd come home in the afternoon, thinking to surprise his son during the lunch-break in Cal's study-schedule. But instead he'd caught Cal on his back while his Mathematics tutor was servicing his rear and one of Cal's young friends was stuffing his gobbling mouth. Rather than make an unnecessary fuss, Vin took out his jealousy on the muscular young tutor's willing butthole while the tutor continued to pound the ecstatically cocksucking Cal. Later – after thoroughly proving to his father that his pussy was still good and tight, despite recently being shafted by another man's thick studcock – a light-headed, post-orgasmic Vin agreed it was alright for Cal to occasionally indulge himself with other men while his father was at work. But, while Vin took this to mean that his son could have one or two fucks by another man once or twice a week, Cal seemed to think it mean that he had permission to cram as many rounds of "Hide the Sausage" as he could from the moment Vin left the house in the morning until his father came back home at night. And the more fucking he managed to stuff into his day, the less Cal took care to keep his father from catching him giving up his hot boycunt to any and all cummers. Being the overly-indulgent father that he was, Vin could never seem to chastise his son for this, preferring instead to either watch and wait for his turn up his boy's sloppy cunthole, or else pull the boy's current fucker off and immediately take the man's place heaving and grinding into Cal's writhing butt. But – as often as Vin had caught his son putting out for friends, tutors and servants – this was the first time he'd come home to a dark foyer and no hot meal on the table. For the first time it wasn't just a servant or two filling in between higher-ranking fuckers, but clearly a case of the entire household staff taking repeated turns pumping cock up their young master. * * * "Ohhhh, Daddy! It's been soooo long since you fucked me!" Cal moaned, wrapping his muscular legs around his father's lower back, pulling him farther in. Vin considered Cal's statement rather exaggerated, since he had stuffed his son's boycunt with three large loads of Daddycum only hours before. But obviously the servants couldn't lay pipe as well as Vin could, since Cal was acting as though he hadn't gotten shafted since morning; crushing his father's hairy butt to him with his smooth, muscular calves as he humped up on every one of Vin's down-thrusts, moaning and whimpering in his desperation for Daddydick. Despite anything he might have gotten up to that day, Cal's asshole was tighter than a clenched fist, milking every inch of Vin's horsecock as he shoved in and out, his rhythm fast and demanding right from the get-go. The boy's fuck-tunnel was slick all the way through with grease and cum, taking everything his father was thumping into him and squirming around for more. Vin howled with carnal pleasure as he shot off a thick, fresh load of Daddycum up Cal's begging boycunt, his muscular hips ramming hard and shoving his shooting dick deep into his son with every spurt. Panting for breath, his ears rang with Cal's lusty moans as the boy immediately started begging for another hard fuck; Cal's rough voice was weak and cracking, but his pleas were clearly heartfelt. Vin felt it, too, but not so much in his heart as right in his 'nads – his bulldick never softened, and he would have willingly given his boy another hard-pounding ride. But just then a pair of strong hands grabbed each of his shoulders and forced him to back away from Cal's spread-eagle body. Snarling with almost bestial anger at being forced to back away from a hot, willing butt-pussy, Vin fought against the two strange young men who held him back – until he recognized the third newcomer as the doctor he'd sent for. The man could never be mistaken for anyone else – tall and broad-shouldered, the medical man kept his whole body shaved smooth, but very little of his skin still showed, even when he was fully disrobed: his head, arms and torso were covered in dark, jaggedly shaped tattoos – marks that showed all the disciplines he'd mastered in his studies. As his mind cleared and his temper cooled, Vin noticed that the man on his right had a similar tattoo around each bicep and the one on his left had an inked sign plunging down the side of his neck into his shirt collar – they were a pair of advanced medical apprentices. "Calm yourself, Master Halvin – we're here to help you!" the doctor said as he leaned close to Cal, ignoring the boy's whining pleas for more hard cock. The doctor peered into the youth's red-rimmed eyes and flushed face, licking some of the cum away from one of Cal's cheeks, the better to check his color. Turning to the other men in the room, he asked a semi-conscious servant, "When was the last time the Young Master had a drink?" "Uh..." the man – one of the cleaning staff, Vin vaguely recalled – moaned, shaking his head as he tried to make sense of the question, "Um... he, uh... I think he suck' off Merl and Deggy... coupla hours ago... at leas' I think I 'member seein' 'im lickin' their dicks clean after they cummed up 'im." "Well, then, our first order of business is getting some water into him before he becomes completely dehydrated," the doctor muttered as he forced the revived servant to his feet. "Get us a large pitcher of water and a cup from the kitchen!" he commanded. Then the doctor approached Vin, his tone changing from loud and authoritive to gentle and deferring, "It's very important to get your son to drink as much water as possible – you note how flushed Cal appears?" Vin had noticed – he had thought it was just one more sign of Cal's rampant lust, "Well, between all the heat he's been subjected to – body-heat from all the men who've mounted him, friction from all the stud-servicing, his own excitement and exertion – as well as all the sweating he's done and the fact that he's only ingested salty fluids, means that his body is drying up, causing this feverish appearance and muddling his mind." As much as he hated to contradict the medical man – and admit the depth of his own depravity – Vin felt moved to say, "That may seem to be the case just now, Doctor, but he was perfectly fine when he first seduced me last week, and he's been putting out for anything with a dick since then. I think there's more going on than just a little dehydration." "Oh, I didn't for a minute think that all this –" the doctor's wide-sweeping arm took in all the naked, cum-smeared men in the room and the hallway beyond, "was just a case of your son trying to get more fluids. Clearly there's more going on. But before I can make an in-depth examination of your son, I need to make sure he doesn't suffer any further privations." The doctor moved back to the weakly moaning Cal and bent to take a closer look at the youth's cum-dripping, widespread anus. "Hmmmm," he rubbed his chin with his right hand while the left hand rubbed his tented crotch. The servant returned with the water, which one of the doctor's apprentices took and brought to his master. "Thank you, Bowen. Try and get him to drink some – and remember, small sips to start with," the doctor directed the apprentice. Vin noticed that the doctor didn't sound as though he thought Cal would be willing to drink the water. And he was right – Cal was too lost in his feverish fixation for fucking to allow anything that wasn't a cock anywhere near his mouth. The doctor nodded as though this confirmed a suspicion, reached down with his right hand and promptly shoved three fingers deep into Cal's swollen, leaking cunt. The boy's eyes rolled back as he cried out and bore down on the penetrating digits, his assring visibly milking the thick fingers. "Calton!" the doctor's voice was once again full of commanding authority, "Calton, listen to me! Your pussy's not getting any more good, hard dicking until you drink a mouthful of water! Do you hear me, boy?!" he emphasized the last word by pulling his hand back slightly before shoving four fingers even deeper into Cal's sloppy sex-pit. "We're not feeding this asshole any more cock until you take a drink!" "Uhhhh, uh-huh!" Cal's eyes seemed to focus a little as the doctor pressed against his raw prostate, and apparently he understood enough to allow the apprentice, Bowen, to lift his head so he could drink down half a cup of water. After that it was easier to get him to drink more of the clear, cool water – so long as the doctor's thick fingers kept up a steady rubbing friction against his joy-button. By presenting Cal with small amounts each time, Bowen was able to get the young man to drink over half the jug. During this procedure the other apprentice-physician, who introduced himself as Gavan, was commanded to get down on his knees and "Help Master Halvin take care of that painful looking swelling down his front!" by the doctor, who was working his own 9-inch studpole out of his breeches with his free hand. As Vin was treated to a skilled mouth-milking, he watched the doctor rub a thick layer of some sort of ointment all over his cock – Vin assumed it was medicinal, since anyone with eyes could see that Cal didn't need any more lube. His guess was confirmed when the doctor spoke, "This should help with any bruising and friction-irritation," turning to Vin, the doctor added added, "You realize I'm doing it this way simply because I have to make sure the medicine goes all the way into your son's body – I would never take unseemly liberties with a patient, otherwise!" "Of course not, Doctor!" Vin fervently agreed, his hips pumping back and forth as he filled Gavan's hot mouth with cum. As he recovered his senses, Vin decided not to burden the doctor with the knowledge that, due to almost constant recent exposure, Vin actually found the sight of a near-stranger screwing Cal's ass a major turn-on. Instead, he took a firmer grip on Gavan's close-cropped hair and watched the doctor medicate the squirming teenager beneath him. * * * "Your son has what we in the medical profession call a 'Hungry Pussy'," the doctor explained. Having delivered a thick load of medicine deep up Cal's guts, he left the jar of ointment with his well-hung apprentices and took Vin out to the hallway to discuss the boy's condition. "As you know, every man's asshole gives a certain amount of pleasure – that's why the gods gave us prostates, after all! But for boys like Cal, there's more to it. You could work his dick over any way you want for hours, and it wouldn't give him even half the ecstasy that a big, hard mandick up his rectum can give him with just two or three hard thrusts." "What should I do, Doctor? As much as I enjoy giving it to the little bitch, I can't be with him every minute. But if I don't screw his lights out day and night, he'll start on the servants again while I'm at work – and it's starting to disrupt the household," Vin realized he may have been less than discreet in his choice of words, but the continued smacking sounds of flesh against flesh issuing from the room's closed door – caused by the apprentices diligently adding fresh coats of ointment into Cal's abused fucktunnel – were both a distraction and a turn-on, making him more honest than he would usually have been. Fortunately, he was talking to a doctor, a man who was both discreet and difficult to shock. "Well, Master Halvin, have you thought of hiring him out? You could make a handsome profit whoring your son out at one of the local brothels – or even in your own home, if you wish." Vin took moment to savor the mental image of his son under a succession of strange men, each of them bigger of cock and more brutal of thrust than the last... Then he frowned and shook his head, "No son of mine is going to work as a common laborer! Not while I have any say in the matter!" "Then there's only one answer: the slave market," as the frown on his patron's brow deepened, the doctor hastened to explain, "They don't just sell tender young fuckboys, sir! They also sell breeding bucks and bulls – well-hung men guaranteed to perform studwork for hours and hours," the doctor licked his lips and sighed, remembering the free demonstrations he'd taken part in. "I'm not saying there'll be one who can completely satisfy Cal, but at least a studslave would slake off his hunger enough that he'll only require a little servicing from you." * * * Over the last few weeks, Vin had spent countless hours at the slave-yard, slaking his lust in free test-fuck after free test-fuck. Ironically, he'd done it because he was fighting his growing attraction to his son –he'd never dreamed he'd come back to help satisfy Cal's horny needs. Now Vin felt like he was seeing the place for the first time; all his previous visits had been to the fuck-boy section of the open-air market, where he'd let out load after hot load of horny mancum in the squirming, squealing merchandise. He'd never really considered that there was any more to the place – it was a shock to realize that there were just as many horse-hung, muscle-bound top-men on offer as there were bottom-boys. He'd thought that there would be maybe a handful such specimens for him to choose from, not the dozens of possible applicants which now surrounded him. Vin spent several minutes just wandering between the platforms, his stomach churning with a strange mixture of lust and a growing sense of inadequacy – he'd always considered his full-hard 9.5 inches to be an impressive piece of fuckmeat, but the miles and miles of mancock he was now exposed to was making him feel downright puny. 'Damn good thing I didn't bring Cal with me,' he thought, and not just because the doctor had given the boy a sleeping potion to knock him out for the day in order for his exhausted body to recover, before his starving libido forced him to seek out more pleasure. 'The little bitch-in-heat would never want to leave!' A large crowd drew Vin's attention, and as he made his way to the center Vin was confronted with a sight that set his heart pounding with excitement: There was a veritable bull of a man standing center-stage; muscles huge and well-defined; honey-blond hair cropped short; chained by his neck and balls to the platform, stood behind a bent, smaller honey-blond boy who was fastened to a table-like framework which kept him in the easy-access doggy-style position – everyone could see how easy the access was, as the bigger man thrust relentlessly back and forth while the boy bawled at one end and cummed down his own bound legs at the other. A few minutes of listening to the lusty mutters of the crowd around him confirmed to Vin that these were a father-son pair being displayed to show their ability/capacity before being separated and individually sold. Watching a fatherly fuckrod pound in and out of a son's ass – an ass which was already overflowing with paternal cum – was a truly moving experience for Vin. It made his dick move from his left thigh to the front fastenings of his breeches and made his hands move down to stroke the throbbing column of flesh. A few more hard thrust and a fresh burst of fuck-slime out of the blond boy's wide hole signaled the slave-stud's latest orgasm, triggering a similar reaction from many of the men and boys in the audience. Watching the slave's softening rod slither out of his son's loose, cum-greased assring, Vin was surprised by an urge to rush up to the platform and give the still-swollen cockhead a few cleaning swipes of his tongue. "Purty good show," a nearby uniformed soldier commented to his friends. "Yeah, I guess – but nothin' like thet farmer stud they had up thar yestiday," a second soldier answered. "I swear, I stood right here all day long, 'n' thet feller din't go limp wunst the whole day long!" On The Block Ch. 03 Pt. 03 "Huh, yeah, I 'member him! His boy jist went under t' hammer a few minits ago – sweet piece o' fuckin' boy, shame our squad cudn't afford 'im, but I hear tell thet the ones whut won 'im is real willin' ta share..." Vin didn't bother listening to the rest of their conversation, instead he hurried to find a market attendant. Vin was relieved to see a man in the highly-noticeable scarlet loin-cloth that was the slave-yard's worker-uniform, and quickly inquired about the man the soldiers had talked about, "I'm here on commission for a wealthy patron," he lied, unwilling to admit he was shopping for a stud-slave for the sake of member of his own family, "and I think that fellow might fit the bill." The worker, willing to pretend he believed the lie, merely bowed to the obviously prosperous merchant – Vin's clothes, as well as his bearing and speech, practically screamed MONEY! – and told him, "You're in luck, goodsir! The slave in question is due to go under the hammer in a few minutes. If you would be so good as to follow me, sir, I'll take you to the selling platform." * * * The moment Vin saw Gar up on the platform, he knew he'd found the perfect sex-toy for his son. The huge man was liberally smeared with cum from the top of his head to his hairy feet, every bulging, tanned muscle accentuated by the pearly, drying jizz. The auctioneer was saying, "...'s right, folks, every drop of it came from these here balls," and reached down to lift the slave's heavy, hairy nuts, clearly full of a fresh load that his upthrust, foot-long, precum leaking hardon was ready and eager to shoot it out. Someone in the crowd shouted out, "I know – my li'l brother milked five o' them loads outta him!" and another added, "We all knows whut he kin do! Get on with t' sellin' awready so we c'n take 'im home and start usin' 'im!" The bidding was fast and enthusiastic, since there was a strong demand for a fuck-stud who'd already proved his ability to go all day. Vin was relieved that he wasn't on first-name terms with any of the other bidders or audience members, since that probably meant they didn't know who he was. One was an extremely fat man sitting in a palanquin, 'Probably takes a dick that long just to get past his buttcheeks to his asshole,' Vin mused; another was a white-haired old nobleman, surrounded by a dozen semi- and fully-naked youths who were egging him on, 'Can't get it up himself anymore, so he gets his jollies watching other studs service his boys. Wonder if they're his sons, his servants, or if he buys slaves on both sides of the market...'; another bidder was standing next to a boy holding up a sign with the words "For a good time, visit Tomlin's Bar & Brothel", so it was obvious what he wanted the studslave for. A few others in uniform showed that some members of the military didn't mind showing their fondness for huge, throbbing male flesh, though they gave up after the bids reached three figures. It wasn't until the auctioneer shouted out "Sold! To the gentleman in the middle, for 580 gold crowns!" that Vin realized how high he'd let himself bid. But, gazing at the oversized fuckpole the slave was packing and thinking about Cal's sweet little ass, Vin decided the money very well spent. The fact that his own butthole seemed to have developed a strange itching twitch was something he wasn't going to think about. You're not imagining things, Cal's dick is growing from one story to the next. This series started from a Hun Comics panel, and a lot of the terms I use are influenced by his texts - and in his universe it's a recurring theme that the more cum you take into yourself (at either end) the more "Manly" your body becomes and the bigger your dick gets. So I figured that between his growing teenage body and his constant sperm intake, Cal should grow about half an inch from story to story, though I doubt he'll ever reach Gar's dimensions LOL Y