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Magic Parker 3
By Aniel
"This... this is not your normal school," Mr. Coffield, as his nameplate read, began, "This is an all accepting place where people are free to be who they are." He sighed, leaned forward in his chair, and rested his head on his folded hands. He stared as though waiting for me to say something, but I just smiled and nodded, then looked down at my shoes. My father sat beside me, squeezing my hand.
I didn't want a new school. I knew Daddy wouldn't send me back to the other school fearing my safety, but this was a place for freaks. It actually didn't look so bad, it was about half the size of my huge suburban school, and was on two floors in an office building in the city close to Daddy's work. Just the thought that I had to go to a special school just for being gay repulsed me. I tuned out Mr. Coffield. He finished a few minutes later and gave me a slip of paper with my schedule on it. I would only have two different teachers, and go back and forth for my classes. Weird weird weird.
Daddy walked me down to find my locker and then left me at the door of my homeroom where I would spend the morning with Mr. Adams. He gave me a hug, a kiss on the forehead, told me good luck, he would be back to pick me up, and then he waited until I went inside.
"Good morning," said a tall man in his mid-20's, "Parker, right?" I nodded. "Sit right over there," he continued, pointing to an empty desk by the window. The room looked like it used to be someone important's office. One wall was all windows, looking across to an older building typical of River North. Along the other wall were bookshelves and low tables, inspirational posters and plants. They had tried to make it look as classroom-ish as possible, but the black carpet and executive grey walls told another story. There were 20 desk-chairs filled with fifteen students. There were 5 butch looking girls, 2 normal girls, 2 jock-type boys, 2 nerdy, sickly boys, and 4 average, maybe gay boys. No one seemed to notice me staring at them; no one seemed to notice me period.
The day sucked and no one talked to me, I guess I didn't talk to anyone until lunch time. For lunch they let us go down to the street where we had a choice between McDonald's (this is Chicago after all), a sandwich cart, or a zillion Chinese restaurants. The maybe gays were heading for happy meals and asked me to tag along. I found out their names for the first time. David is a tall and cute 17 yr. old Korean boy. Robbie is 16, very thin and a nerdy white boy. Patrick, "trick" as everyone called him, is the jock of the group, 17, tall and blonde, definitely the leader of the group. Finally there is Guillermo, or "Guio" as everyone called him (Sounded like Gee-o, not Jee-o) the 17 year old boy from Mexico City with deep green eyes and caramel skin.
City kids are so different. We spent the whole lunch talking about some stupid science project they were planning. I didn't complain since I didn't have other lunch plans. I also didn't get that ordering a happy meal was just a keyword for going to McDonald's, so I was the only one who ended up with a toy. Patrick raised an eyebrow, and everyone laughed in a nice way. Only Guio gave me a little wink and pushed my hot wheel across the table gently before continuing with the nerdy science talk.
I was SO out of my element. The afternoon brought a different classroom with different kids. I was in with Ms. Anderson, a 30 something lady with a shaved head and a business suit. I was also in a room full of girls. They looked at me, knowing I was out of place. "What is this? A Lesbian studies class?" I thought to myself. It turned out to be Math and Social Studies. The afternoon was shorter and soon a voice came on the intercom telling us to have a productive evening and love ourselves unconditionally. What kind of cult was I into?
I walked out of the building to see Daddy pacing and yelling into a cell phone. He stopped when he saw me and gave me a big smile with hopeful eyes that asked how my day went, hoping for the best. I glared back and all of this anger began to build inside me. He came closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder. The tap unleashed my tears, and the books I was holding which fell to the ground. It wasn't about the school or losing my car or my freedom, friends, world. It was all of that and more. I didn't want to do this anymore. He told the phone he would call it back and then pulled me into his chest.
"Oh baby, it couldn't have been that bad," he began, rubbing my back softly and holding me tightly then continued, "Parker, baby boy, it's ok Daddy's here." I sobbed into his shirt, burrowing my head behind the sport coat. "I don't want to do this anymore," I said between sniffles, "I just want to go home." Daddy turned to the street with me still clinging to him and hailed a cab. He lifted me up and set me down in it and then gathered my books before pushing in beside me. "Don't make me go back there, I want to go back to my old school, please Daddy," I whispered up at him.
"You have to baby, this is a safe place where I can be just a few blocks away," he said pulling me into his side. I pushed away from him and stared out the other side as we sped along towards his office. He sighed and then called up to his secretary to tell her he was going home early as the cab pulled up in front of his building. He opened the door and pulled me out and through the lobby and then down to the parking garage.
It was a quiet ride home as I pouted on the other side of the car, staring out at the city as we missed the late afternoon rush. We pulled into the driveway a few seconds after Erik had. He got out of his car and waved at me and then walked over.
"How was fag school?" he laughed and I started to cry again. "You," Daddy said pointing at him, "Shut it." Erik looked down and then gave me a concerned frown as I pushed past him and through the garage into the house. I went straight upstairs and then stopped. I didn't have anywhere to go and slam a door. My old room was Daddy's office and my new room was inside Daddy's. I went into Daddy's room and then around to my little corner. I put my headphones on and turned it up loud and then laid down face first into my pillow.
The music was turned off and the headphones removed a few seconds later. I knew who did it, but I didn't life my head, preferring to just keep my head buried in the dark softness of my pillow. The hand rubbed my back a little and then got up and walked around. I heard him changing his clothes and looked over to see him standing naked for a second before sliding up a pair of workout shorts. He came back over to me and kissed me on the forehead before heading out to run. I heard the door slam shut downstairs and then heard a knock on the bedroom door.
"It's open," I called.
"No it's not," came Erik's voice. I sat up, sure the door wasn't locked. I walked over and pulled on it and it was locked! I turned the little key on the knob and it opened. "Why was it locked?" Erik asked, standing there in boxers. "Dad's doing weird stuff these days," he answered himself. I nodded and smiled a little. Erik moved in and put his hand to my face.
"Oh Parker, don't be such a baby. He just doesn't want you getting hurt." He said softly, rubbing my cheek. He moved in close and gave me a hug, something he hadn't done much since I became a teen. He wasn't wearing a shirt and my head came up to his hard chest. I closed my eyes as I breathed him in. My brother is a mix of light sweat and cheap cologne splashed on like water from Shamu's front row. It makes you cough a little, but is very comforting. I had one arm wrapped around his waist and a hand on his six pack.
"You want a sandwich peanut?" he asked. He used to call me that when we were little because I loved Peanut butter sandwiches and my initials are PBJ (Parker Bryan Johnson). I nodded against his chest and he pushed away from me, grabbed my hand, and led me down to the kitchen. I sat on a barstool, watching as he moved around in his boxers, finding bread, peanut butter, and jelly. He set it on the island counter and then went for a plate. I got up and walked around the island and pulled bread out for both of us. He came up directly behind me and slid the plate in front of me, with his arms on either side of me. His hands covered mine as I laid out the bread. He put a bread knife in my hand and then unscrewed the peanut butter.
"Don't get it all over the place," he laughed as I put the knife into the peanut butter and pulled back a big chunk.
"Whoops," I said, reaching behind me and smearing a little peanut butter over his soft brown chest.
"Oh fuck," he laughed, "You bitch! Now you have to lick it off me." A big smile spread across my face and I turned to face him with my tongue out. I traced my tongue in a slow circle around his nipple and then went for a taste. I licked it off and then rubbed the front of my teeth against his nipple as he shivered a little. It perked up to full hardness and I bit softly. He jumped back and put his hand to his nipple yelling "Shit, careful! I only have two." He laughed and then leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.
"Oh, you forgot some," he laughed while sliding his boxers down to expose his hard shaft. He took the peanut butter covered knife and slid it along the shaft and then pushed me down to my knees. I leaned in and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.
"Oh fuck baby that's hot," he put his hand on my head and pushed me further down on the shaft. It wasn't as big as Daddy's, and not as clean either, but as the peanut butter was cleaned off, its taste filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and then sucked as it was pulling out. His knees weakened a little and he kept trying to give me more and more.
"Oh this feels so good, I'm going to cum soon, fuck yeah," he yelled and then I heard another voice follow the sound of the front door opening. "Boys? I'm back," Daddy called through the house.
"Fuck fuck fuck," Erik whispered angrily, pushing my head off his cock and pulling up his boxers. I froze on my knees, a little pre-cum dripped down from his cock and onto my cheek. Erik fumbled around with the peanut butter, spreading it over the bread, over my head as Daddy came into the kitchen.
"Hey! Parker still napping?" Daddy asked, then I heard him grab the bread bag, "I thought we could all go out to dinner."
"Um uh huh," Erik said, staring down at the counter.
I heard Daddy start to walk and Erik kicked me gently to move over. I was just crawling past his feet to the other side of the kitchen island. I almost made it before I heard my father yell "freeze" So I did as told. I looked back to see his face, he knew what was up. Then I looked up at Erik and saw him still at full attention with his cock poking out of his boxers and straight up to his tummy. I guess that was the big clue.
"You," Daddy said pointing to Erik, "Boxers off." Erik slide them off, covering his cock with his hand.
"You," Daddy said, pointing to me, "Here," he pointed down to his side. I walked over, staring at the floor and stood beside him. "clothes off too," he told me. I squirmed a little until he added, "NOW!" I scurried over to his side, still looking at the floor.
"Clothes off," he whispered forcefully, leaning over me. I slid off my shirt and pushed down my jeans, stepping out of them. I stood there, my briefs the only thing protecting me from the cold. Daddy leaned down and pushed my briefs until they fell to the floor.
"Both of you, against the counter," he commanded as Erik and I made our way, hands covering our cocks. "Turn around," Daddy continued, "hands on the counter and spread em." We did as told. I didn't dare look at Erik, but I could tell he was as scared as I was. Daddy came up behind us and leaned down, putting his head between ours.
"You two are never going to learn. I can't leave for a little exercise without my boys getting into trouble." Daddy said.
"We were just making a sandwich," Erik said with a little attitude.
"SMACK!" Daddy's hand came down hard against Erik's ass causing him to yell and stand up straight, hands holding his now reddening cheeks. "You don't talk," Daddy warned and then gave another loud smack for emphasis.
"And you?" Daddy turned to me and brought his other hand down hard against my ass, "You just suck off anyone who wants it?"
"I'm sorry daddy," I sniffled, rubbing my red cheeks, "He made me do it."
"SMACK!" came another swat causing me to yell out.
"Don't you lie to me!" Daddy yelled, "Both of you, up to my room, on the bed, face down." Erik and I looked at each other confusedly until another pair of swats landed on our asses. Erik ran out and up the stairs and I followed. We laid face down on Daddy's bed, staring into each other's eyes. His hand reached over and took mine. Daddy's footsteps came in a few seconds later. He slipped out of his gym shorts and went into the bathroom. We heard the shower running, but didn't dare talk.
A few minutes later the water stopped and Daddy came out wrapped in a towel. He paced around for a few minutes drying off and then sat next to me on the bed, his back against my side. He reached over and rubbed my back softly. I looked over at him with worried eyes and he smiled, gave me a wink and mouthed, "it's ok." I bit my lip softly.
"Erik, come," he barked, snapping his fingers in front of him. At 19, Erik still jumped when Daddy yelled. He came quickly to stand in front of Daddy, his dark skin glistening in the sun setting in the window behind him. Daddy pulled him down so Erik was bent over his lap, ass in the air.
"You are going to stop lying to me and stop trying to fuck your brother when I'm not around. That is for me to decide!" Daddy yelled.
"Yes sir," Erik shivered in Daddy's lap.
"You get ten, five for each time I have had to deal with this shit," Daddy ruled and then his hand came down hard on Erik's ass as he counted them out. By the eighth, Erik was crying and begging for forgiveness. By the tenth he was quiet again and sniffling a little. Daddy sat him up in his lap and put his arm around him. Erik was always the strong one, defiantly male. It was odd to see him looking like a little boy.
"Finally, you lose your car for a week except to go to college and home, got it?" Daddy finished.
"Yes sir," Erik said, hanging his head. Daddy gave him a hug and told him to go back to lying on the bed. I bit my lip a little harder, knowing it was my turn now. Daddy didn't even speak, he reached over and lifted me off the bed and then situated me on his lap, ass in the air.
"Parker, you need to learn that you do NOTHING without my permission. I can't trust you alone. You get Five for disobeying me. Got it?" Daddy ruled. I nodded yes.
"Not good enough," Daddy said, smacking my ass hard.
"Yes sir," I said and put my hands on his left ankle, steadying myself. He rubbed my back gently, hopefully feeling sorry for hurting me. He gave my ass five hard smacks, a lesson I wouldn't forget soon. Our cocks were lined up and I felt his stiffen under me. He sat me up in his lap then and rubbed my back, kissing me gently on the cheek. I hung my head but he lifted my chin with his finger so our eyes met.
"I love you baby," he whispered into my ear and then turned around to Erik and rubbed his back gently. "I love both my boys," he said as Erik sat up and crawled over to his side. Erik sat up on his knees as Daddy put his arm around his back, pulling him into us.
"Give your brother a kiss," Daddy said, not specifying which one of us. We both leaned into each other and our lips met, then Erik's tongue slid into my mouth. Daddy rubbed our backs and pushed us into each other. Daddy pushed Erik back against the bed and then set me down on top of him, my knees straddling his chest as I sat on his tummy. I leaned down and kept kissing on him as Erik rubbed his hands up and down my back, coming down to settle on my ass, he rubbed it gently.
"That's my boys," Daddy said and then came up behind me. He straddled Erik's legs and lined his cock up with my ass, rubbing it gently between the cheeks. His hands found their way around my tummy and up to my chest as he pulled me back into him and off of Erik. He rubbed my chest in slow circles before pinching sweetly on my nipples. His head came down and bit softly on my earlobes, telling me how beautiful his boys looked. Erik sat up and Daddy pulled him into us, their lips locking for the first time, that I knew of, tongues swirling, lips sucking loudly right next to my ear. I liked being in the middle of this. Their arms wrapped around each other in a hug.
"Lay back down Erik. Parker baby, go back to sucking on your brother," Daddy commanded when he broke the kiss. Erik laid back and put a pillow behind his head. I scooted down, now straddling his legs and leaned down to take his cock into my mouth. There was still a hint of peanut butter, as I sucked it between my lips. Daddy got behind me and I didn't figure out what he was doing until I felt a warm tongue begin to lick up and down my ass. I shivered, it sent warmth throughout me.
Daddy's tongue found its way inside me. "MMMMM AHHHH" I lost the ability to form words as the sensation overtook me. I forgot Erik was in my mouth until his hands began to push me down further onto his cock. I sucked him hard, sharing Daddy's warmth as it coursed through my body. A minute later Daddy pulled his tongue out of me.
"You like that baby? You like Daddy eating his little boy's pussy?" Daddy moved up my back, his lips next to my ear. His arms wrapped around me and I felt his hard cock press against my ass. I felt so safe and loved in his arms. He pulled my head back a little, and Erik's cock popped out and hit hard against his tummy.
"Tell me how bad you want Daddy to fuck your little Parker hole," he growled in my ear, already knowing the answer.
"Please Daddy, fuck me, make me your boy," I begged. Daddy pulled my head to the side and our lips met, his tongue forced its way inside me and I tasted myself. It was a little gross, but I wanted to please him so I sucked his tongue clean. Erik wiggled out from under us and got up on his knees, putting his cock in front of our faces. It hit Daddy on the nose and he broke our kiss.
"Daddy doesn't suck cock, don't put that shit in my face," he warned and Erik retreated, then offered it to me. I looked over at Daddy and he nodded in approval as I went back to sucking off my brother. Daddy got off of me and back on his knees behind me. I felt his cock point at my hole, it was cold and gooey, so I knew he had it lubed up. The tip entered my hole slowly and then he pushed it in forcefully. It was just an inch inside me but it hurt and I pulled my mouth off of Erik's cock to protest. Erik didn't give me a chance and pushed my head back down onto his cock. Daddy got the message and slowed down. Soon I felt his strong hand rub up and down my back as he told me to calm down and everything was going to be ok.
He eased into me inch by inch and I was just getting used to it when Erik pulled out of me.
"Fuck fuck, Im going to cum, shit, that feels so good," Erik said, pushing my head off of his cock.
"Cum in his hair," Daddy commanded and began a slow rhythm easing in and out of me.
"Uh uh uhhhhh FUCKKKKK," Erik yelled and I hung my head as I felt his warm juice splatter across my head. His body was bucking and he put his hands on my back to steady himself and I heard kissing sounds between him and Daddy.
"Oh SHIT," he yelled when he had stopped spraying me down.
"Rub it around with your cock," Daddy commanded coldly, "Get it all over him." Erik moved in closer to me and I felt his still hard cock rub around my head. This was going to take a lot to wash out. Finally he stopped and collapsed back against the pillows as Daddy began speeding up ramming into my ass. It didn't hurt anymore and he leaned over me to rub his hands across my chest and kiss the back of my neck. He sat up with me still on his cock and used his hands to pull me up onto my knees without breaking his fuck rhythm. My back was against his strong chest, his swear pouring down over me, his arms holding me tightly against his chest. I closed my eyes, bit my lip as my hard cock flopped around with each stroke.
"Suck your brother, he earned that," Daddy said looking down at Erik.
"No way," Erik smirked, looking at me with disgust.
"SUCK YOUR BROTHER NOW!" Daddy yelled and Erik scrambled over on his knees, leaning down to take my cock into his mouth.
"OUCH," I yelled as I felt a little teeth around my shaft. Erik was obviously no good at this.
"Do it right," Daddy yelled, giving Erik a light smack on the head and then continuing his assault on my hole. Erik looked up at me angrily and then went back to sucking on me, doing a totally half ass job. I was happy either way, it was nice to have someone going down on me. It only took a minute before I said, "Daddy, I cum!"
Erik backed off my cock but Daddy ordered him to hang his head below my cock just as I had done for him. Erik protested, but only for a second after seeing my father's serious look. Daddy was rubbing my chest and pinching hard on my nipples. I reached down to my cock to finish myself off, it was dripping pre-cum into Erik's hair.
`No, I do that," Daddy said, taking my hand off of my cock and putting both of my hands behind my back. He reached down and grabbed my cock firmly and stroked it slowly. Each forward stroke brought another drop of pre-cum and another "ewww" from Erik. Daddy was so slow about it, matching it to the slowed rhythm of his fuck. Soon it was too much for me and I began to spray cum across Erik's spiky hair and neck. Daddy took my cock and rubbed it around his hair, sending shivers through me. Now we both had cum in our hair and felt the humiliation of being a cum rag.
Daddy was close now and sped up, holding me tighter against him. I was so tired that he had to hold me up.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum in this pussy!" Daddy yelled and gave me a hard squeeze. He put his hands around my waist and began lifting me up and dropping me down on his cock. His body shook and mine along with it as he began to spray inside me, filling me up with Daddy juice. "OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" He swore into my ear, filling me up. I started to feel sticky warm cum run down the back of my leg. Our bodies melted together from the heat.
"Ahhhh," he finished, pushing me over onto Erik and falling over me. He rolled over onto his back and took me with him. He pulled out of me and I curled up on his tummy as his arms wrapped around me. He kissed my sticky head and held me tight against him. Erik crawled over next to me and put his head on Daddy's shoulder. Daddy let go of me with one hand and pulled Erik into us, his arms around each of us.
"My boys," he said proudly, giving each of us a kiss. We laid there for an hour, drifting in and out of sleep.
"All right," he finally said, rousing us from sleep, "Both of you, into the shower." Erik got up and I waited for Daddy to lift me off of his chest. He set me on the floor and then sat up and gave me a little smack on the ass before I followed Erik into the big shower. Daddy took the water sprayer and hosed us down. We soaped up and washed out our hair. Daddy stepped in and we both took turns soaping him up and cleaning his strong man body. Finally we were all clean and got out. Erik was about to walk off in his towel to get dressed but Daddy stopped him.
"Wait here," he ordered and Erik and I waited, drying ourselves off. Daddy came back with matching boxerbriefs and told us to put them on. We did so and then waited as Daddy got dressed.
"Ok boys, jeans and t-shirts, we're going out for pizza," he said, coming back into the bathroom. We went to get dressed.