Party At Pops- Partytime!Mac pulled into the drive of his Dadís beachfront house about 4 p.m. The house was raised so that the whole house, one floor, was on the second story. On the bottom was the garage and a storage room. Mac noticed a late model Honda parked out front that did not look like any car he remembered his dad having. Maybe pop was having company? Mac dick stirred to life, the heavy balls needed emptying after the long rideÖ
Mac went to the front door on the lower level, it was open. So he opened the door and called up the landing to the second level.
"Pop?! Itís me, Mac!"
"Come on up son!" came a voice.Mac clomped upstairs in his heavy leather boots. As he opened the door he saw whose Honda is was outside.
Kneeling before his pop was a well muscled young man, short hair, squat body that seemed to be nothing more than muscles under more muscles. The kidís head was down between popís legs. Pop had his large hands on the kidís head, guiding the youngster at his task.
Pop looked up at Mac and broke into a wide shit-eating grin.
"Damn son! Look at your shit! Fuck boy if you ainít the hottest stud I ever did see. Not now boy, keep at your job." The last comment was aimed at the young man on the floor as Pop gently but firmly kept the boys attention faced forwards.Mac looked at his pop, still a hot stud himself at 55. Pop had been 20 when he sired young Mac. Since then a succession of blue-collar jobs had kept Pop looking good, if not in gym shape exactly. Most of his hair was long since left him, just a dusting of white on the temples. His face was highlighted by a big bushy white stache. Wide powerful shoulder held huge arms, the only exercise Pop ever seemed to do were arm curls, always aware of how big his "guns" were. His pecs were large, capped by firm rubbery nipples that perked up when he got horney. They were at full mast now.
His stomach, after years of too much beer, was now where near being firm or like a six pack, but while it hung over a little it wasnít obese and did not jiggle too much when he fucked.
His legs were still solid and large, he had always had a box shaped body. Whatever height Mac had came from his mother, Pop topped out at five-five. But his lack of height was made up by his larger than life personality, and his 10 inch dick (Mac did get that from dear old dad).
"Matthew Fullerton Stevens you fucking stud! You been hitting the gym lately?"
"Yes Sir Pop! Hittin it hard.""Fuck boy, if I werenít already rock hard Iíd pop a boner looking at you in that leather outfit. Always did like the tight fit huh son?"
"If you got it flaunt right pop?"But Mr. Stevens was suddenly less interested in his son and more interested in his nut, the nut he was now getting.
"Thatís it boy, suck daddies dick, oh fuckk yeaaaaaaah. Itís comin boy, itís comin!!!!Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Pop grimaced, holding the youngsterís head firmly against his groin.
A moment later he let go and the boy came up for air.
"Oh yeah fucker, like that load?"
"Yes Sir.""Mac meet Kyle Smith, Wrestler, all state second year in a row at Jefferson High School."
The lad got up, naked as a jaybird and came over to shake Macís hand. The kidís eyes were firmly planted on Macís sizable package."He-he Mackey boy, looks like Kyle wants a second course of Stevens dick today. If I know you boy Iím sure you can spare young master Kyle a load?"
"You know it Pop. Get down boy, open that pretty mouth. I got a house warming gift for ya!"Mac unbuttoned his leather jeans and fished out his nearly hard dick. The tip glistened in the afternoon light. It was full and ready to get worked on.
"Go for it buddy." Mac guided the fat stalk into the boyís mouth. Soon Mac knew why Pop kept the kid around, his dick sucking technique was outstanding. Pop himself got up and came over, putting his hand on Macís right bicep.
"Yeah son, hot bod going there." Pop undid the buttons on Macís leather shirt. As they popped apart Macís sculptured chest came into view. Soon both of his pecs were in plain view. Pop grabbed one of the erect man tits and slowly twisted the nipple on top. Mac let in a sharp breath.
"Still got hot titties son? Still like titwork?"
"God yeah Pop, go for it, milk those fuckers."
"Shit son, talkin so dirty to your old man. You must be a pervert to like you own daddy to twist your nipples.""Yeah, you taught me well old man!"
"Fuck right boy. Now feed that punk suckin your dick a big old Stevens load."
Macís face was screwed up into a mask of pure lust as he felt his balls begin to buckle. The boy on his knees had enough cock sucking experience to know a load was on its way. He began to suck harder, reaching up to fondle the hairy ball sack beneath the flesh missile he was sucking."Fuck yeah Kid! Rack those balls, squeeze em ëtil they juice!" Macís whole body shook as he shot out jet after jet of sex sauce. The kid never missed a beat, sucking down the second load of Stevensís seed for the day. His own hand was busy jacking his high school stud dick, milking his boner for a load of his own. He let out a mighty grunt when he shot, his mouth still firmly on Macís dick.
"Fuck! Nice son!" Mac grimaced as he felt the boys grunt on his extra post cum sensitive dick.
The boy stood up, his washboard stomach covered in his own jizz. Mac reached out his hand."Nice to meet ya Kyle. Wanna stay and fuck around for a while? I got more loads for that hot mouth and maybe a few for that sweet lookin ass."
"Donít worry son, Daddy will work those nuts for ya, Kyle has to head home. His old man gets home a while and likes his boy lubed up and waiting, right boy?""Yes sir, my dad gets so horny working at the base all day. He likes to give my ass a good pounding."
"Kyleís Dad is a Sargent over at the Airforce base, fucker has huge nuts, always need draining. Run along Kyle, tell your dad I says hi and that heís welcome to stop by anytime to get worked over.""Will do Sir!" And with that Kyle was off, stopping to pick up his cut offs as he went out the door.
"Worked over Pop?"
"Nothing Mac, youíll see soon enough. Thirsty boy?""Could use a beer Pop. Mind if I shed these leathers?"
"Fuck boy, I do, they make you look hot as hell, but I know youíve been in em all day. Skin out of ëem while I get you a beer."By the time Pop came back Mac was sitting comfortably on the couch, stark naked. His prick stood straight up, hard and in need. Pop came over with the cold bottle of Bud and laid it along side Macís dick.
"Fuuuuuccck yea Pop. My dick is hotter than hell. Whatcha got planned for me?"
"Well son," Pop let Mac take the beer while he slipped his hand around his sonís massive member, slowly jacking the stiff dick, "gotta a little party planned tomorrow night."
"Unghhh, shit Pop, donít stop, gotta blow this load. Big party? You and your pervey friends going to invite a bunch of high school studs over?""Fuck son I donít remember your dick being so fuckin big. Naw, strictly gown up. Gotta big stud whoís gonna be the center piece."
"Awwww yeeeaah Pop. Squeeze those nuts." Mac went quiet as his own father began to knead his own sonís nuts."Want me to work ya over son?"
"Shiiiiit Pop, like Kyleís old man, whatís up with that?"
"Got me a new play room down stairs. We could kill some time, it would be hot boy."
Pop let go of Macís nuts and bolt. Mac took a deep breath."Let me guess, I say no and I spend the next few days wanking myself off?"
"Come on boy, it will be fun.""For you. Promise Iíll get my nut?"
"Yeah, sure son, now donít be a pussy. By the time Iím done with you youíll be shootin blanks."Mac smiled and got up, his fat prick hitting his abs, spewing precum. He followed his dad down the stairs into the storeroom by the garage. Since the last time he had been there his Dad has made the storeroom into a first class playroom. In the middle, under a spotlight, was a padded table. Macís dick burped precum when he saw it.
"Fuck Dad, gonna tie me down on that? Canít you just work my joint a little more, Iíll blow quick I promise."Macís Pop grabbed his sonís fat dick and squeezed it hard, looking directly into the boyís eyes.
"Now boy, donít make me whup your ass. Your daddy wants to work your tits over good and hard, now do as your old man says!""Yes Sir!" Mac felt waves of pure lust roll through his beefy body. His dad had never been so forceful. It made Macís ball boil.
"Now lay down on the table boy, and shut your trap unless you want a ball gag?"
"No Sir!"Mac lay down on the table and looked over his stiff prick as his Dad strapped him in. Heavy leather restraints locked Mac down on the table. He flexed a little to test the binds.
"Cut that out boy, you ainít goiní anywheres for a while, so just sit tight and enjoy it."
"Fuck this is hot pops!"
Macís Pop slapped him across the face."No more talkin boy! Jeesh, you thick?"
Mac, now fully immobilized on the table did not answer. Fuck this was turning him on, his Dad was actually getting worked up over the sexual assault of his own son."Now boy, I know you ainít got much control of that sperm nozzle of yours, so I got a present for your cock." Mac feared some sort of chastity belt, but all the old man put on his dick was a cock ring and a ball spreader. Mac grimaced as his Pop put the device on tight, shoving his balls down far from his rock hard dick.
"Now if you come boy that thing will rip your balls a part, mark my word." Mac believed him, his package now spread to the four corners of the earth. Mac was starting to sweat.
"Now, you little punk, time to teach you respect. Some clamps to get your tits nice n raw." Pop suddenly placed two mean looking alligator clamps on the erect tits of his son. Mac let out a yelp as the cold and then painful metal clamps attacked his tits."Goddamn Boy! I said keep it quiet. I guess you ainít gonna shut up are ya?" Macís eyes went wide as he saw his Dad bring out a ball gag.
"Ahhhh come on Pop, not a gag, shit I just wanna get off, canít we call one of your pussy boys and tie him ughnhhrrfj!" Pop shoved the gag into Macís open mouth, and then tied it around his sons buzzcut head. Pop stepped back a moment to see his son, strapped down, gagged, clamped and sweating from lust, horniess and hottest of all, a tinge of fear. Pop took a hold of the clamps and opened them up, allowing the blood to race back into the nipples, and then quickly let the clamps snap back shut. A muffled scream came from his sonís trussed up body.
"Fuck son, you are the hottest cunt Iíve ever had down here. Iím gonna mess you up bad!"
Party At Pop�s Partytime! Part 2
Mac�s Dad stood back and admired his handiwork, He had his son pinned down by leather restraints on the large table in his "workshop." His own flesh and blood naked, hard and ready to shoot. Except Pops had no plans to let the boy shoot anytime soon. Pop�s own dick was rock hard again and in need of relief. But he did not touch the burning member. His mind was on the task at hand, getting his own son ready for the party of the year!
He took off the clamps from Mac�s tits, teasing Mac just a little by clamping them back for a second and then finally pulling them off. Mac was screaming behind his gag, but his dick was still hard. Pops absent-mindedly flicked the muscle cops tits with his forefingers.
"Fuck boy, you are one amazing piece of man-meat. Me and the boys are gonna like using your ass." Pops saw Mac�s puzzled look.
"Yeah boy, you�re the fuckin center piece at my next party. Now quit strugglin boy, you�ll have tons of fun, especially after we get you hooked up to the popper mask for a while. But first I wanna work you over a while. Prepare to loose your little mind son." Pops grinned at his boy as he roughly pinched the engorged tits."First up a little pumpin for those babies. Shit boy, I think you need to sleep with some tit pumps on, really get those fuckers big." Mac watched as his dad placed two snakebite kits on his chest, one on each nipple. The device was used to suck snake venom out of a snakebite, but in this case was used to suck Mac�s tits hard. Mac left the kits on and then reached over to grab something from the wall behind Mac. The Mac�s surprise it was a large feather. Mac could not imagine what it was for until his dad began using the soft instrument of torture.
With the lightest touch Pops began to run the feather over Mac�s body, sending shivers of electrical pleasure shooting through Mac�s body. Over and over the feather ran up and down his sides, across his chest, around his massive hard on. Light enough to feel but not heavy enough to satisfy, the feather began to become the center of Mac�s world. The currents of slight pleasure were building through Mac�s body, layer over layer of electrical impulse were building. Mac�s body began to tremble and shake as the pleasure became too much to bear. Mac could not believe it but the pleasure was itself becoming painful. It began to over whelm his senses. He could feel every cell in his body turning itself inside out slowly at first, but then faster and faster.
Suddenly his Dad reached up and roughly pulled off the two snake bite kits, sending blood rushing back into Mac�s enlarged nipples.
The new sensation ran rampant through Mac�s nerves, running right into the building electrical storm from the constant touch of the feather. With unimaginable intensity the two currents exploded over each other, lighting Mac�s brain on fire and scattering every atom of his being. It was the best, most amazing orgasm Mac had ever had. It was all he could do to keep his brain functioning. It was like surfing on a giant wave, it was all he could do just not to go under.
Wave after wave of pleasure / pain rolled through his body.
Moments later Mac regained some sense of place, coming down from the most massive orgasm he had ever experienced. He looked up at his Dad, tears in his eyes.
"Like that boy? hmmm? Betcha never had someone fuck your brain huh? Better than the real thing huh?"
Mac�s mind was fuzzy, he wasn�t sure what his old man meant until he picked his neck up and looked down his body towards his still rock hard cock. He did not see cum anywhere, in fact he could not recall actually cumming. He had just had the best feeling of his life and yet not once drop of cum had escape his heavy and stretched balls.
"Yeah boy, dry orgasm. Best when the victim still has lots of cum to give.
Now I need you to relax and be well rested for the party tomorrow night. So I�m gonna give you this-" Pops slammed a small hypodermic needle full of tranquilizer into Mac�s thigh, "And come back for you when I�m ready."
Mac did not recall much of the next 24 hours. His mind was a blur. He remained strapped down, his dick always seemed hard whenever he could gather enough thoughts to look down at it. At regular intervals his Dad came down and applied the snake bite kits. By the end of the next day his nipples were red, sore and fuckin huge. His Dad had taken off the ball stretcher, but Mac had not cum yet, despite a painfully full feeling in his balls that told him he needed to get off badly.
Mac guessed it was the evening of the next day when his Dad injected him with something else. He mind started to feel clear. He heard voices upstairs.
"Howdy boy. Feelin better?" His Dad reached over and pulled out the ball gag. Mac worked his jaw. He said nothing. He was massively horney and needed to unload quickly.
"Now son, listen close. I�m gonna put this cock lock on ya." Mac groaned as his Dad held up a small metal device that obviously fitted around Mac�s dick to prevent his from getting off. Mac let out a small yelp as his Dad locked it into place."Sorry boy, it is for my protection. Now, be a good boy and in about 20 minutes the lock comes off and you get off. Be bad and I swear ta� God I throw this key away. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
�Good, now I�m gonna untie you. I got a set of clothes I need you to wear, no questions asked, Got that?"Mac nodded as his Dad undid the straps. Mac thought for a moment about cold clocking his own father to get the key. But part of him was curious (and oh so horney) about what was in store that he decided to go with the flow. After all he had not been hurt so far, and he wanted to get off again with his Dad like the day before.
His Pop handed him a police uniform on a hanger.
"Here boy, suit up, boots are over by that chair." Mac took the hanger and looked carefully at the uniform. If his dick had not been clamped down he might have cum for sure. It was no ordinary cycle cop uniform. It looked like a ChiP�s outfit, but it was all in buttery soft light brown leather. Every bit of it was leather, even the stripes down the side, all dyed to look like the real thing.When Mac began putting it on he knew it would look hot as hell. It obviously had been made for him, but too small. The leather was so soft it would give in to Mac�s bulging muscles, fitting him like a second skin.
"How?" Mac asked as he put his rock hard defined arm through the tiny sleeve.
"Mark at your station, the tailor, sent me your measurements. Like that boy?" Mac�s Dad came up as Mac finished buttoning up the shirt, his meaty frame packed in like a sausage in casing. His Pop�s hands worked their way all over Mac�s body, admiring how the leather clung to every well-muscled curve."Fuck Pop, fuck me right here, right now. I can�t stand this any longer."
Pops smiled and rubbed one of Mac�s nipples, hard, sensitive beneath the leather shirt.
"I want you at the top of the stairs boy. Here, put this helmet on. Yeah, hot party pussy! When I call you, make your entrance stud!"Pops went up the stairs to get ready for the party.
About ten minutes later Mac, standing at the top of the stair, heard his Dad yell.
"Come on out Party Pussy! Daddy needs to get his nut. Now!"Mac opened the door and sauntered out into the middle of the main living area. Unlike yesterday where Mac had come across his Dad and Kyle, today there must have been 50 guys crammed into the main area. Every kind of guy imaginable from hot young studs to wicked older daddy types. Running around with trays of cocktails and snacks were what appeared to be young men with nothing but leather jocks on. So much for no high school students Mac thought.
In the middle of the room was Pops, head to toe in black shiny leather. A severe look on his face, his fat shlong hanging out, dripping pre cum. He had a short crop in his left hand.
"Ralph, get that cock lock off my boy, I want him hard when he sluts out tonight." Mac looked down as a older, stocky man kneeled in front of him and unzipped the tight leather breeches. Mac swore he saw the guy start to drool as he fished out Mac�s block and tackle and removed the lock. He quickly stuffed it back into the breeches, and with Mac�s help zipped the tight pants back up. An obscene bulge was now outlined in the patrol breeches. Pops liked the look on his son.
"Come on Boy, kneel and service the cock that made ya!"
Mac slowly strode over, letting all of the men get a good look at his massive muscle man body encased in the sheer tight leather. He felt several hands reach out to caress his muscles and his ass.
Without a word he knelt in front of his father and looked up. He Pop looked down and let out a nasty grin.
"Beg.""Please Daddy, can I taste your dick. Please feed me your cum." Mac said, his voice deep and even.
"Fuck cunt, you call that begging? I don�t think you even want my dick!"
Mac wasn�t sure what to do. He waited."Fuck pussy, I want you to beg! Frederick! Where is the mask!" A tall blonde, wearing only skimpy leather hot shorts appeared with a gas mask.
"Put this on the cunt!"
Mac sat there as the tall blonde fitted the gas mask over his head. He knew what was next. He watched as his Pop filled the respirator with a bottle of poppers. Soon the fumes hit Mac, his mind, already unsteady, began to evaporate with the gas. A full minute of poppers invaded his brain. His already oversexed body went into overdrive.
Frederick pulled off the mask, letting his hands fell Mac�s heavy chest.
"Now, again pussy, beg for my dick!"Mac could barely focus on the large daddy cock dripping in front of him. Suddenly he wanted nothing more in the whole world to suck that piece of meat.
"Oh God please Pops! I gotta suck that thing, fuck give it to me." Mac began to babble, his voice pleading and begging. His Pops laughed, as did the crowd of men, but Mac did not care. He grabbed his Dad�s legs.
"Come on Daddy, I need to eat your cum!" Mac was almost crying now, so desperate for dick was he. His Pop was loving every minute, seeing his grown son begging for dick.
"Okay boy, here it comes, suck off your daddy, taste the seed that made ya!"Pops roughly shoved his hard dick into Mac�s mouth. Mac put his every effort into sucking the massive dong. He became a cocksucking machine, his only goal, to hear his Dad grunt and to taste his load of daddy cum.
Pop�s hands went around the helmet on his son�s head and shoved the desperate mouth even further on his fat dick. Mac choked for a second, but nothing could keep him from his job.
"Fuck boy, hot as shit to see your fat muscle head bobbin down on my daddy prick. That�s it pussy boy, put on a show for my buds. Every Dad should have a hot son like you to shove his cock into."
Truth was Pops hadn�t cum since the day before, looking forward to the idea of throat fucking his son. He knew he wouldn�t last long. With an iron will he pulled his son�s eager hot mouth off of his prick. He grabbed the base of his jutting prick and wiped the cum and spit covered head across Mac�s face.
"Such a good slut boy, letting your own father slime his spunk across your cheeks. Uhhhhhn Yeaaaaaah." Mac sat there, his eyes turned up, full of lust and expectation. Slowly his red tongue came out from between his lips in a desperate attempt to taste more of his dad�s meat.
"Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeet boy, hot for dick aintcha?" Pops began dick slapping his own son, feeling the two day stubble on his boys face. The sensation on his dick was amazing.
"So close boy. What do you guys say? Dump my load in my boys throat or spluge it all over his hot bod?"A chorus of yells came forward from the turned on men. Mac�s ears rang, but the verdict was clear.
"Right then, get ready boy!" Pops began jacking his fat prick hard, aiming the spongy head right at Mac�s mouth.
"I know you wanna taste Daddy, but guests first! Get ready to wear my essence boy!!!"
With a mighty grunt Pops felt his balls propel massive globs of father cream out of his daddy dick and onto his supplicant son before him. Splash after splash of man juice rained down on Mac, covering his face and chest with puddles of his Dad�s dick jizz.Pops sat back down in the chair behind him as Mac hungrily tried to lick the remaining cum from his own face.
"Fuck boy, you are one horney bastard. STRIP! GET UP BOY! Dance for your Daddy�s guests! Ralph, music!"
Strains of "Relax" came from the stereo system, all but drowned out by the cheers of the men in the room. Men that were now all to a man hard as a rock and already taking advantage of the server boys, and, heck, each other.
Mac stood up to his full height, letting the leather outfit conform to every muscle. He closed his eyes and slowly ran his meaty paw down from his neck, over his red hot sensitive his ,over his six pack belly and rested on his plump package, straining to get out. He was hotter than hell and ready to please. Several more hits from a proffered popper bottle sent Mac into orbit. The room began to spin as he reached for the top button of his leather shirt.
Fuck this was hot!!
PART THREE
(Part Five Party At Pops ?)Mac had become a ball of sexual energy. Every part of him turned on beyond belief. Here is was, the taste of his father�s cum on his mouth and its essence all over his shiny leather uniform. He was sheathed in skintight leather, his bulging muscles and aching cock proudly on display for 50 of his Dad�s closest friends. He was their entertainment for the night. As he bumped and ground his way around the room, dancing, thrusting and swiveling, he moaned as hand after hand coped a feel of his prized package. He marveled at the sheer number of hot men, almost all head to toe in leather. Some wore skin tight leather jeans, others leather overalls, undone. Some had leather jocks on, others short short leather shorts, still others had leather breeches with red or yellow piping or stripes down the side. Many wore harnesses or leather vests. Others chains across their chest.
In short Mac guessed he was looking at just about every combination know to man for leather fetish wear. His skintight leather CHp uniform seemed down right normal in this crowd.
Mac�s dick was rock hard and ached for release and relief. The constant rubbing of the angry beast by the many hands there was not helping. But Mac wanted to savor his moment in the spotlight. He wanted this to last.
At he danced faster and the music got louder, he began to slowly, one at a time, undo the buttons on his shirt. Each time he popped open another button the shirt reveled more and more of his massive hard chest until both of his used and abused nipples were exposed.
Now the men began to flick the nipples as well as grab his cock. Mac began to moan and curse as sensations he had never felt rolled through his body.
He felt so dirty, so very , well, nasty. Like a slut, like a whore, he was showing off his body to strange men and it was making him crazy with lust.
With one fluid motion he pulled off the tight leather shirt to reveal his broad defined chest in all of its glory. Gales of hoots erupted from the oversexed men in the room. One randy young bear cub raced up and began to eagerly suck on Mac left tit, causing Mac to let out a mighty roar. It took three men to pull the young sucker off, all the while with Mac�s tit firmly in his teeth. As the furry bear was pulled away Mac�s enraged tit stretched out. Mac grunted with each pull.
Finally the cub let go and Mac�s chest was once again on display. Out of the corner of his eye Mac saw the young cub bending over, a long thin cane rapidly being administered to his jean clad ass by an older daddy type.
"Show us you dick slut!" came a shout. Soon the chant , "Cock! Cock! Cock!" began to grow. Mac gave the crowd a shit-eating grin as he grabbed the zipper to his skin tight leather breeches. Mac slowly lowered the zipper, milking the moment for all its worth.
But Mac�s dick had a mind of its own. The rock hard, painfully hard, dick sprang forth from the tight confines of the breeches, spraying pre cum across the crowd of men as it arced up, the flat, large head rising up angrily, in need of hard mind blowing relief.
The crowd loved getting plastered with pre cum. Mac grabbed his rod and shook it hard, splattering off more cum. In fact his dick was dripping so much that every time he shook it pre cum flew off, hitting the men nearest to him.
Mac danced around some more, now letting the men grab his dick. One older man grabbed the stiff dripping monster and motioned to his boy to come over.
"Lick this man�s dick boy!"
the boy obliged and carefully licked Mac�s dick head clean. Mac moaned.
"Easy there Rod!" Pops came over and put his hand on the older man�s shoulder.
"I ain�t ready for my boy to pop yet. Shimmy out of those breeches son, I want your ass stark naked now!"
Mac eased away from the hungry slave-boy and pushed down the leathers. With some effort he got the breeches off and then his boots. The crowd�s reward for waiting was a naked Mac Stevens, sweaty, glistening under the lights of his Pop�s living room. Every muscle was rock hard, from his dick to his biceps. Mac�s breath was ragged, his head back, eyes closed as he took in the sound of the men yelling. The wave of lust washed over him.
Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Pops again.
"Bend over party dick, spread those legs and grab those ankles. Now!"
Mac did as he was told.
He felt his Pop�s rough hand on his ass.
"Nice muscle but son. Good n hard. Sam!"
A young man, toned, but a little skinny for Mac�s taste, came forward with what appeared to be a leather harness in his hand.
"Slip that bit on my son Sam, quick now!"
Mac felt the leather harness go over his head, and the young boy�s hand push his mouth open. He tasted metal and felt the leather straps tighten around his head. All the while he felt his Pop�s finger tickling his ass ring.
Sam stepped away, Mac could not see what had been placed on his head. But before he could figure it out he felt something cold touch his rosebud.
"Easy boy! This might hurt for a second but it�ll feel real good soon." With a grunt Pop�s pushed the object into Mac�s ass. Mac felt a sharp wave of pain followed by a feeling of fullness.
"Bring my boy a mirror Sam!"
The youth got a full-length mirror and held it up before the bent over party slut.
Mac was a god damn horse! Around his head was a full riding bit and bridle, with the long leather reigns draping down his back. And Mac could also now see what his Pop has plugged his ass with. It was some sort of butt plug, but one with a full tail of horsehair coming out the back. Mac�s eyes went wide with surprise, but the crowd just loved it and began laughing out loud. Mac�s face blushed as he felt how silly he must look to the other men.
"Now, now now boys, settle down!" Pops roared. " My boy here needs some breakin in. Who wants to ride this fine stallion first!"
Dozens of men�s hands shot up, all yelling at once. But the crowd soon parted as a one man stepped forward.
The man towered above the doubled Mac. His body the classic v shape. Wide and shit shoulders and huge arms were the mark of a man who prided himself on keeping in shape through swimming. The wide pecs led to a smaller flat stomach and even skinnier legs, toned, but narrow.
But the man�s obvious strength lay in his cock. Half hard, it rest in front of the man like a fire hose, in all ways. It was long, half hard at least 10 inches, and thick, it looked like a young boys arm had been grafted onto the man. The dick was easily bigger than Fireman Jones, and Mac would not have been surprised it was twice as big as Thumpers and thicker than Sarge�s. It was a monster.
The men around him gasped. He even heard his Pop�s take a deep breath.
"Now, let�s be reasonable�"
"Shut up Pops!" the man said quietly. "Invitation said cum and have fun with yer boy. So here I am. Now I�ll play your little gam and ride his ass around the room. But when I�m done it�s fuckin time, understood?"
"Jesus Kurt, you�ll split him in two with that thing�" Pop said, almost a whisper.
"I doubt it, looks like a sturdy stud to me!" The man, Kurt, smacked Mac�s flank with his palm. Mac�s brow began to sweat.
"Just to show you all I ain�t gonna wreck this shindig, you can line up and feed this horse, uh, horse, while I fuck his brains out. Deal?"
Kurt turned around, his dick now almost fully hard. The men in the room nodded, but no one said anything.
"Good! Now horsy boy, all fours for your new master! Now!"
Mac fell to the floor and assumed the position on all fours. The man walked over and straddle Mac�s back. Since Kurt was wearing only chaps and boots, his bare ass fell on the small of Mac�s broad back. With a loud thud he felt and heard Kurt rock hard dick fall on his upper back. The monster seemed to Mac to reach practically up to his neck.
"Ready horsy? Ready Pops?" Kurt gave Pops a hard look. Pops shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Sure, why the fuck not!"
A loud cheer went up as Mac began to shuffle around the room. All the while he could feel that massive member on his back. Every once in a while Kurt would lean over and whisper lewd things into Mac�s ear. Mac�s cock jutted out underneath his belly, harder than ever. His mind had left him, all he was now was a mass of muscled cock and ass, at the service of a room full of increasingly horney men.
After a few times around the room Kurt stopped Mac in the middle and stood up off of Mac�s back.
"Okay stud, time to get fucked!" He gave Mac�s backside a loud SMACK! Mac just moaned, his dick spitting out man juice onto the floor. Pops thought for a second to say something, put a stop to it, but he was hot to see his own flesh and blood mounted on Kurt�s huge prick.
"Where�s my boy!?" Kurt looked around the room. A medium sized young man with a steel cock cage around his cock and balls came forward. He had in his hands a set of metal stocks. Kurt took the stock from the man and went back to Mac.
"On your back slut!"Mac dutifully rolled over onto his back, his massive member on display.
"Put your hands down at your legs boy!"
Kurt went to work attaching the stocks to Mac�s body. They were two long bars that closed up to form one, with room for Mac�s hands and feet. When he was done, Mac�s body was on display, or rather his ass was. His hands near his feet, pulling his feet up and spreading them away from his body let his asshole wide and open.
"Pops, get at yer boy�s head. I want you to feed him that dick of yours again while I fuck him."
Pops came over and got down on his knees above Mac�s head. Pop�s dick was already hard again, the image of his trussed up son on the floor was getting him off.
With practiced ease Kurt greased up his long pole and Mac�s deep hole and began to slow invasion into Mac�s private kingdom.
With each centimeter Mac�s groans filled the room. Despite orders from Pop�s to give Mac more poppers, Mac was still feeling the awesome pain of Kurt�s big and nasty rod sinking slowly into his ass.
"Get your damn dick in him Pops, don�t want to hear this stud cry do we?"
Pops quickly stuff his hard dick into his son's mouth. Mac began sucking on it like a pacifier.
It took ten breath taking minutes, but finally Kurt�s long dong reached bottom. Kurt kept it there, savoring the moment. Mac had never felt so full, even Jones� fat dick wasn�t this long.
Then Kurt began to slow fuck, rocking back and forth as his dick sawed Mac in half. At least that is what Mac felt like. Slowly, Kurt picked up speed. But it wasn�t until he heard Mac moan in pleasure, not pain, that he began a full assault.
"Hear that men! The faggot likes it! The greasy dickslut can�t get enough of a real man�s cunt driller." Kurt spat in Mac�s face, some of it getting on Pop�s cock, which was also now going in and out at a rapid pace.
"Get into it old man, fuck your son with that dick."
The two were rocking back and forth, the common bond of a slutted muscle cop keeping them together.
With a sudden but fluid movement Kurt�s hands went from his side up to Pop�s nipples, clamping on two alligator clamps roughly. Pops� mouth opened in surprise and to yelp. Kurt tugged the old man to him by his tits and put his mouth over Pop�s. Pop tried to pull away but Kurt pulled him back with a grunt and a tug on the clamps.
The two lions were now in a tug of war, fucking Mac, seeing who could get off first. Mac himself could feel his ripe balls finally getting ready to unload 24 hours worth of stud cum. All three men were vibrating in hornieness and they struggled to fuck and to cum.
The three bodies, Mac, on all fours, sweating and grunting and moaning, Mac�s Pop, feeding his rock hard dick to his son while his own tits were mauled by, Kurt, the big dicked, evil leather god deep dicking Mac�s ass while he pulled steadily on the clamps on Pop�s tits, deep kissing the older man the whole time.
Three bodies, glistening in the heat, bumping and grinding in the smokey room while dozens of hard bodied, hard dicked men watched: jacking their own dicks or feeding them to prone and willing slave boys at their feet.
The whole room was a mass of male hormones rum amok. Desperate sex crazed men with one goal on their mind, release. Release of the thing a real man can not get enough of, cum. Most of the men here had been hard all night in anticipation of the fun: humiliating and degrading Pop�s muscle cop son.
The three bodies in the center of the room were locked in that eternal struggle, to see which man would come out on top and which man would cum first. All three were grunting with extertion as they desperately sought every sensation they could. Mac impaled himself on the mighty cock fucking him, Kurt drilled that cock in deeper and deeper. Pops grabbed his sons head hard as he forced his daddy dick into his boys mouth, each thrust an angry answer to the tug of tit clamps chewing on his man tits, being pulled by Kurt.
"FUCK!" Yelled Pops as his teat was pulled away from his body.
"FUCK!" grunted Kurt as his dick reach the bottom of Mac�s ass.
"MGHP!" moaned Mac as he swallowed his father�s dick to the hilt.
FUCK, FUCK, MGHP, FUCK, FUCK, MGHP, FUCK, FUCK, MGHP came the tattoo as the three became one mass of muscle flesh.
It was Pop�s who broke the spell his aching balls unable to fight the wicked pain in his nipples, the electrical impulses overwhelming his experienced cock once and for all. With a loud roar he threw his head back and screamed as his load blasted forth into his boy�s mouth, drowning Mac in his own Dad�s spunk.
This red hot sight made Kurt�s quivering member of man flesh explode like the fourth of July, his massive bull balls pumping out white hot streams of real man juice deep into Macs innards.
Naturally all of this cum, all of these sounds, all of this action was too much for the already overcharged Mac Stevens. His mind flying on poppers and the feeling of his mancunt being stuffed past capacity tripped every wire in Mac�s body, every cell erupted in chaos as his rock hard cock and nuts gave up what seemed like every ounce of sperm Mac had ever pumped out, all at once. Like a firehose Mac�s cock recoiled again and again, spewing forth abused cunt spluge out from underneath the dogged muscle boy onto the eager and waiting audience of mansexed men in front of him. Cocks all over the room exploded like Champagne bottles at some twisted leather wedding. Screams, moans and big burly man grunts erupted like a Greek chorus. Men were straining to pump out huge loads of cum through tiny piss holes as fast as they could, not being able to cum hard enough to satisfy their bent lust for the sight of an abused muscle fuck getting his nut in a big way.
Mac�s own body continued to turn itself out as even more cum blasted forth, from Mac, from Pops and from Kurt.
Finally Mac�s mind, unable to process one more iota of male passion through its cells, mercifully pulled the plug and curled up into a small ball, whimpering in the corner.
CONCLUSION
Part Six Party At PopsWhen Mac came to he was lying in a bed. The house was quiet and it was dark out. It took him a moment to remember where he was. He was naked beneath a blanket, the window was open and a cool breeze blew in. He was at his Pop�s in the guestroom. He whole body was sore, especially his ass and his dick. He grimaced when he thought about what had happened earlier, he recalled vicious pounding he had gotten at the dick of one of Pop�s guests, the amazing orgasm that overtook him as his insides were massaged by the oversized man rammer. His Pop�s dick down his throat, the rush of his dad�s cream into him as his own man juice rushed out his exploding dick. And then�
He had woken up. All was quiet, so Mac figured the party was over. He laughed to himself, his dick was sore but hard as a rock. He would have liked to have been able to go back out to the party and pound some ass himself.
He figured he would get up and get a drink of water anyway and see what time it was. He was sure it must be early in the morning.When Mac got out to the living room he was surprised to see it was already 8 o�clock. But suddenly that did not make much sense as it was still dark out. He heard a noise and turned around, his Pop was coming out of the back room.
"There�s the sleepy head. Weren�t sure you were gonna wake up again son!"
"Shit Dad, what the hell time is it?"
"It�s evenin� son, you slept through a whole day. I guess I overloaded you a bit hehe!"
"Fuck don�t you know it Dad." Mac�s Pop came up and grabbed Mac�s dick, which had been waving in the air."Well son, glad to see you ain�t broke."
"Fuck Pop, take a lot more than that to break this cunt ripper."
"I suppose so, now�"
Sudden Pop went quiet.
"What�""Shhh!" Mac�s Pop put his hand up, he cocked his head.
"Hear that son?"
"Yeah, sounds like people outside�""In the Garage underneath boy, shit I musta left the door open when I came back. Best go down there and see what�s up."
"Shit in those shorts Pop, scare the neighbors""Ha! Son, your big dick will sure as hell scare �em. Slip on yer running shorts and follow me down."
Mac went into the room and got on his shorts and followed down his dad. By the time they got to the bottom of the stairs they could clearly hear two voices, a girl and a boy�s.
"Shit Shelia, look at this beauty.""Come on Sam, we don�t know whose house this is, they may come home any minute now."
"Don�t be such a worry wort, just let me sit on this machine for a second�"
Mac peeked through the open door to see two figures in the harsh light from the bare bulb in the garage. Standing near the door was a busty young girl in a too tight tank top and a short leather skirt. Her blonde hair was teased up and out, giving her the look of a big headed alien. Straddling Mac�s new v-rod was a tall built young man. His tight blue jeans showcasing his bubble butt as he stood spread legged over the seat of the machine. Wide muscular shoulders tapered down to those jeans. The sleeves of his tight white t-shirt bunched around his massive arms. Mac licked his lips. His chubby cock peaked out from underneath his jogging shorts to get a better view of the stud."Easy son�" his Pop whispered in his ear.
"Fuck Dad, gotta get some of that ass. You want to dip some co-ed cunt while I�m at it?"
"Sure Son, but can you handle the boy?"
"Still got your shot gun?""Be right back!" His Pops crept back up the stairs.
Meanwhile the young stud was running his hands all over Mac�s v-rod. Mac�s rock hard dick began to drip. His breathing was getting harder as his blood began to race. He felt his Pop�s hand on his shoulder, reached back and grabbed the shotgun.
Mac stepped out into the light of the garage and cleared his throat. The stud�s head whipped up towards Mac, his eyes wide. Mac cocked the shotgun as the kid scrambled to get off the bike."Hold it there punk!" Mac bellowed. The young man hovered half off the bike. He heard the girl sobbing.
"what the fuck do you think you are doing boy??? Fuckin around with my bike?"
"No sir, I�"
"Shut up faggot. I caught yer ass red handed. I oughta call the cops right now on your punk ass."
"Yes Sir�""I said shut up!" Mac kept the shotgun pointed at the trembling young man as he walked over to him. Mac�s shorts tented out in front of him, he caught the young buck�s eyes going down towards the lump. Mac smiled. He put his hand on the boys heaving chest.
"Know what we do around here to punk�s who fuck around with my bike?" The boy looked at Mac with wide-eyed fear and slowly shook his head."We fuck �em. Ain�t that right pa?"
"Shit yeah son!""Honest Mister, We didn�t mean nothin�" The co-ed had found her voice. Mac saw his Pop go over towards her out of the corner of his eye.
"Don�t worry" his Pop said in his best Daddy voice, "You gonna get some too girlie. You like suckin on man root slut?"The girl looked shocked, and started to say something but then thought better.
Meanwhile Mac�s hands had found one of the stud�s nipples and was slowly rubbing it. The young man was shaking.
"Oh yeah punk, gonna enjoy ripping you in half. You a punk ass faggot boy?"
"No sir�" came a small voice."Fuck will be . Shit boy, ain�t nothin better than sex at the barrel of a gun. Tell you what, why don�t you shimmy out of those tight ass pussy boy clothes and get naked for yer new daddy�now!"
Mac gave the kid�s tit a hard twist. The boy yelped but was soon enough shucking his t-shirt and jeans. He stood, his hands covering his tight fitting underwear.
"Fuck boy, you are one stupid son of a bitch, I said get nekkid now!"The boy�s face went red as his slowly slid his wide underwear down his thick legs. Out flopped a good-sized stumpy dick, nowhere near hard as the kid feared for his own life.
"How�s it goin� Pops?" Mac said, his eyes darting over while he kept the shotgun on the kid. He saw that Pop had a hand already workin up the trembling girl�s leg.
"Good son, this one�s gonna be a good tight fuck I can tell. How�s the boy?"Mac turned back and looked at the now naked stud. The boy was cut fine, good muscles from hard work in the college gym. Not much in the way of body hair, just a little on t he chest, but strong features none the less. He had a broad chest on which two flat pecs rested, his little nipples hard in the cool evening breeze. His legs were thick and looked like they could take quite a pounding. Mac hoped so, he felt a good sized load build in his nut sack.
"Fuckin grade A beef Dad. Looks like he�s built to take man dick. Aintcha boy?"
The young man just stood there, shivering out of fear as much as the cold.
"Fucking punk assed pussy boy. Bend that ass over the handlebars let me see what your boy cunt looks like. Bend punk! Oh yeah, that�s it, show Daddy how much you want man dick up your cunt."Mac let the tip of the barrel of the shotgun touch the winking ass hole that the young stud was offering up.
The kid shivered and whimpered as the cold metal touched his most private place.
"P-p-p-please M-m-mister, don�t d-d-d-o this to me. I �ll do anything, please!"
"Yeah boy, you�ll be begging please alright. Now grab your ass and spread those cheeks so I can work this here barrel up your shit shute."
"Awwww m-m-man�"
"NOW PUNK!" Mac gave the kid�s ass a hard smack. The kid�s arms flew up to pull his own cheeks apart."That�s it boy, you�ll make a fine pussy punk yet. Now ask for it boy."
"A-a-a-sk for w-w-w-what sir?""Ask for Daddy�s dick punk."
"A-a-asskkk for�"
Mac leaned over the boys bent frame, letting the barrel of the shot gun rest right on the kids shriveled up nuts.
"Ask me to fuck you punk and do it quick before my finger slips and blows those baby nuts off!"The kid let out a small cry and bit his lips nervously.
"One� two�"
"Please! Stop! Okay, alright, do it."
"Do what boy? Gotta ask."A small voice answered ."Please fuck me."
"Louder boy!"
"Please fuck me.""Louder punk, and add a sir for your Daddy."
"Please sir! Fuck me Sir!"
"Say it like you mean it punk!""PLEASE SIR FUCK ME!"
"Yeah that�s it punk. Gonna fuck you alright." Mac reached into his saddlebag and removed a pair of cuffs. With a quick motion he cuffed the stud�s hands to the handle bar.
"Now, that�s better, now I can fuck ya right." Mac put the gun down next to him and shucked off his shorts. He heard a gasp and a cry. He turned around to see his Pop�s prick sliding into the young co-ed�s cunt."Way to go Dad., I�m right behind ya!"
"Hurry up son, let�s fuck these kids hard!""Yes sir! Okay kid, you heard the old man. Get ready to be fucked. Ever done this before?"
"No sir.""Not even with your team mates?"
"No sir.""Well, I can guarantee that after today you gonna beg your teammates, your coach, heck even your own father for a good hard fuck. I�m gonna fuck you until you love me punk."
The stud�s face betrayed all sorts of emotions, fear, anger�lust. Mac reached around to the kid�s front and slowly ran his hands down the smooth chiseled chest.
"You work out son?""Yes Sir."
"Sport?"
"Football and baseball sir."
"Excellent. Feel me rubbin your nipple boy?"
"Yess.""Feel nice boy?"
"Yesss�Sir.""Fuck boy, you getting all hard on me, I ain�t even fuckin you yet."
It was true, Mac let his hand slide down over the kid�s six pack stomach until he reached a nice plump, fat fratboy dick.
"Shiiiit.""What�s the matter boy, ain�t you likin this."
"I ain�t no fag mister.""Course not, none of us are, just a couple of guys about to engage in a little male bonding." Mac let a finger slide down the stud�s back , into the ass crack between the two bubble butt globes. The kid shivered,
"It�s as old as time boy, two men, two real men, one a little more man than the other, one showing the other man what a good slut he can be. Wanna show Daddy how good a slut you can be?" Mac was whispering now, in the shivering kid�s ear. Mac could see goosebumps rise along the kids arms.
"Hmmm boy? " Mac squarely placed his finger on the kid�s rosebud, pushing in slightly but not breaking the seal. The kid gasped for air.
"Make me fuck you boy.""Hu-u-uh?" The kid�s look was priceless.
"I�m a fair man, I can�t fuck a real man, only a slut. So let me know that you are a slut."
"I ain�t no-""Shhh, shh. Think about it boy, you�re cuffed to my bike, naked. Your little cunt is getting porked by my Pops. Your own dick is rock hard and drippin and you got a 250-pound police man with his finger knocking on your back door. Think about it and then tell me. Tell me what kind of slut you are boy. Tell me."
Mac slowly massaged the boys crack with one hand and the right nipple of the kids pec with the other. The kid�s jock dick jerked directly.
"I-I-I, fuck�I, fuck sir. Please don�t� please don�t make me�"
"I ain�t gonna make you do anything boy, you�re gonna make yourself."
The kid closed his eyes. His tongue came out between his lips and licked them. His breathing was shallow."Fuck Sir, no way I gonna, ohhhhh fucccccckkkkk." Mac�s finger slid in just a half an inch, lubricated by the sweat pouring down the studs back.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh Goooooodddddd." Mac jiggled his finger slightly. A small moan escaped from the kid�s lips."Come on boy, don�t fight it. Relax and let your body take control. That rock hard leaky prick of yours wants to be fucked, your really sensitive asshole loves my finger, your hard nubbly jock tits are getting off on my hand, heck fucker, your whole body is shakin like leaf from lust. It�s just your mind that�s in the way. So just lose it�"
"Ahhhh jeeeeze mister� you�re makin me sooooo fuckin hot." It came out as a whisper.
"And?" Make commanded, jabbing his finger up to the first knuckle.
"Ohhhungh! I�I�jesus christ I can�t� don�t, stop, I won�t�oooohhhhuuuunnnngggghhh!""Listen boy, stop and listen, hear that? Your gal is getting fucked and she�s loving it." It was true, the tight co-ed was impaled on Pop�s dick and her faint protests had grown in the full-blown moans of pleasure as the old man�s cock rubbed her pussy raw.
"If she can take it so can you. So tell me what to do.""Get off a me man�"
"Shhhhh, not that way, tell me what your body wants me to do�"
"Oh God, oh goddddddd, yes� shit mister, I don�t know anymore. I don�t, you�re getting me off with that finger. I guess, I guess�""Guess what boy?" Mac was so close he gave the boy�s ear a little lick.
"Fuck me." Mac almost couldn�t hear it.
"What was that boy?""Fuck me, just do it." Came the whisper.
"Never do son, I need the full Monty. Tell me out loud."
"Fuck mister, just fuck me, ungh, get, it, ungh, over, ungh with.""Louder!" Mac smacked the kids add for effect.
"Fuck me."
"Louder!!"
"Fuck me!""LOUDER!"
"FUUUUUCCCCKKK MMMEEEE!!!!" The kid screamed as Mac�s pile drivin cock replaced his pokey finger, slamming home Mac�s police meat into the kid�s newly awakened ass."Yeah boy, gonna make you a man tonight!"
"Ohhhh Gooooodddd Mister, take it out! Oh please!"
"Be a man about it punk, relax and enjoy this fuck!"
"Ohhh jeeesssh."Mac grabbed the kids hips, threw the stud�s legs out and began to throw a mean fuck into the trespassing muscle punk. Mac was aware that his Dad and the cunt had stopped their desperate fucking for a moment to watch. The co-ed�s eyes were wide as she saw he he-man, straight-boy, frat-guy, all American jock-hunk take a big fat prick up his ass, violating every rule she knew. Pop could sense the gal�s confusion.
"Fuck baby, don�t worry. It ain�t like your guy�s queer, that�s just Mac fuckin him. Mac makes sure his bitch feels good no matter what their persuasion. In fact I bet this opens up a whole new world of fuckin for you two. Ever heard of a strap on?"
The co-ed�s face registered shock, from the question and also because Pop�s slammed his big ol dick straight back up her snatch.
Meanwhile Mac was really enjoying his fuck on the bike, and it looked like the kid was too. Mac could feel the stud�s hips begin to rise up to meet his thrusts. And a quick feel made sure that the kid�s prick was still rock hard. Every thrust stripped away more of the jock�s straightness, but he could also feel a new appreciation of his male power seeping in. The power of a man to fuck another man was beginning to burn in him. He began to think of his teammates, his coach, and yes, even his dad. He thought of the fucks they could throw, � and take. A sudden image of his Dad, spread eagle on his parents bed, begging for his son�s monster cock flashed in his head.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yes!!!!!!!!!!!" the kid screamed as his cock recoiled with shot after shot of punk spunk.
"Yeah Kid! Daddy�s right behind ya!" Mac grunted as he felt his own ball sack give up a healthy load of man sperm straight into the kids tight ass. His cock exploded with sensation as the kid�s ass clamped down on the fat invading prick.
"Fuck yeah punk! Take my seed!" Mac shoved his prick in deep as he felt his balls pump out rich creamy jiz in the kids savaged ass."Like that fucker? Like the way you got fucked? Huh?" The id just moaned as hot cop cum seeped out his ass onto the leather bike seat.
Behind them Mac�s Pop and the co-ed reached a crescendo of moans and "fuck-mes" as their bodies were wracked in orgasm. Pop�s had finger nail marks down his back where the co-ed had dug in as her own cunt driven orgasm had flashed through here pretty vacant head.
All four of them were sweaty, two of them fill with Stevens� cum. Mac pulled his cock out with a mighty pop! He smacked the kid on his ass.
"Let that be a lesson punk!"
"Yes Sir!" the prostrate youth replied.
Mac and Pop�s let their two victims go, but not before getting both of them to clean off the cocks that fucked �em. Later that same week the couple would be back, standing in the front landing, begging for Mac and his Pop to throw them another bone. The boy had been busy, he had offered up his jock cunt to his coach, who in the style of most college coaches, had only been too happy to turn the arrogant jock into the team pussy boy. And his own Dad was happy to find a willing mouth and cunt when his wife had closed the door. On top of that, after fucking the story of what happened to the happy couple, the boy�s Dad had cornered the girlfriend and reamed her cunt out several times. Now the only thing that kept the two together was their desperate love for a rough, hot, dick fuck.
I�d like to say the rest of Mac�s week was quiet. But those who know Mac know that would be a lie. Truth is Mac got tons of male pussy that week. There was the married man on his 10th anniversary vacation that Mac broke in on the beach in the middle of an early morning run. There was the mall security guard who took exception to Mac�s tiny running shorts and too-tight tank top borrow from his Pops. That guard had gotten all 10 inches of Mac�s cock up his shit shute right behind the information kiosk.
There was also twin skate punks that Mac spent many an afternoon with, each kid suckling a nipple on the over charged Cop, all the time fondling his heavy balls. The week was capped off with a slow, thoughtful fuck from his Pops. Mac was admiring the sunset from the upper deck of the house when he felt two hands gently slide down his shorts. "Ahhh fuck me Pops" was the only thing Mac said for the next hour and a half as his own father drilled his ass through three cums.
Mac drove back at the end of the week, not forgetting to meet his redneck cop buddy for a furious night long fuck-a thon. By the time he reached back home, Mac was feeling nice and refreshed.
Next: Mac at the Policeman�s Body Building Contest!