My Journey - Sequel Four By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
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My Journey - Sequel Four
This picks up my journey right after sequel three which appeared on November 25th, so if you haven't read that you will need to go back and download that off Nifty.org and read it. Then you will know how this sequel got started.
An hour later, my wife walked in bringing me a hot cup of coffee. "Have a good afternoon, dear? I thought you'd be ready for some fresh hot coffee."
"Oh, it was okay. The boys gave me a hard time, but I've survived." I gave her one of my smiles, you know the quirky one, a bit sexy and lopsided.
"The boys? Who else was here?" Oh, Oh, big slip on my part. Better smooth this out or you're in trouble buddy.
"Oh, John brought one of his new wrestling buddies to meet us. His name is Chris and he is a good challenge for John. He has a nice personality. He has an enormous build! Really, this kid has muscles on top of muscle and I'll wager about 5 percent body fat. He is a dream. Wait till you and Amanda get to see him. You won't keep your hands off him. He is just plain gorgeous."
"Hmm! He sounds nice. When do we get to meet this Adonis?" she was looking at me with mild interest.
"Why don't you go ask John while I enjoy this cup of cooling coffee you brought me?" I gave her my best sarcastic smile and went back to work at my desk.
"I guess the maid is dismissed? Well, I will go and ask John and I might just have him invite this Chris for dinner. How would that be?"
"Fine, whatever, now I really have to get back to work. The boys had me be line judge for their game of badminton and it has caused me to lose some time here. Now, lady, please excuse the old man so he can get back to work!" Thankfully she left me and softly closed the den door. I just knew there would be mischief occurring shortly.
Chris was invited to a Sunday supper and the girls, as well as John and I, drooled over Chris' body and quick wit. He entertained in style with tasteful jokes and anecdotes and generally kept the conversation away from himself.
Finally, John just couldn't contain his interest. "Chris, why don't you tell the folks a bit about you and your father and how come you moved here from Texas." He sat back with that satisfied look he gets when he feels he has pulled a fast one on someone.
So the rest of the table conversation was about Chris and his family. We all helped clear the table, and Chris thanked my wife for the invite, told her how great her cooking was, and shook our hands and with John disappeared out the front door.
It was quiet around the homestead for a couple of weeks. Chris and John would appear after school, go into John's bedroom, or they'd work off some steam in the backyard. Chris showed little interest in my daughter, and she took the hint that he wasn't interested or a threat and she started treating him as another oafish brother.
Another four day weekend was coming up, I was hoping that it would allow us to all be together and really party. My wife stuck her head into the study on Tuesday. She announced that my daughter and her were going to a Girl Scout conclave and would be leaving Friday afternoon to help set the conclave up. Would us boys be okay alone for the weekend? I told her somehow we would manage to survive.
On the way home from the office Friday evening I stopped at the adult bookstore and picked up a new John Holmes skin flick. Holmes and some guy looking beefy, like Mickey Hagerty, bring this delicate flower of a girl to the height of her dreams.
I changed into the usual summer uniform, light t-shirt and shorts, opened a can of Budweiser and inserted the flick into the TV. I sat back on the sofa and relaxed to watch the film. It was the usual sex scenario. Boy and Girl meet in bedroom and start having sex and then John Holmes with his massive dick comes in and starts to entertain everyone.
I had my arm extended on top of the sofa pillow backs and my legs sprawled out in front of me, and my nine inches starting to extend its way down the leg of my shorts. John came in, started to ask what was on, then sat down next to me with his eyes glued to the screen.
"Fuck, that is hot! That guys cock must be eleven inches long!" gasped John as he settled down next to me. His hand slipped behind the small of my back and he leaned his head down on my shoulder and chest. He hadn't cuddled with me in a long time. He was in his usual attire, tight skimpy shorts, nothing but warm, bare flesh elsewhere. I cuddled his head with my hand and rubbed the bristles of his crew cut.
"Yeah, he's famous for having a large long cock and he sure knows how to use it!" at that moment he had inserted it up the other guys ass while they other guy was humping the girl.
"Oh, man, I bet that thing feels good up his ass, look at his face as he's planking the girl!" John's hand was inching its way up under my t-shirt and rubbing my hard nipple. His hand moved off to the other side as he brought his mouth down on my t-shirt covered nipple and bit down and sucked on it. That was all Oscar needed and he extended himself out the bottom of my shorts. I had one huge hardon and John was now caressing the bared head of it with his fingertips.
"Here, Dad, let me help you out of your shorts. It looks like you have a problem there." In one swift movement he had my shorts down around my ankles and his hands were forcing my knees apart and Oscar was hard and pulsing.
John brought his head closer and his tongue lapped my nut sack, lifting it up. He licked around it coating it with his saliva. I sat, watched, and groaned with pleasure. Having lost interest on my balls, he proceeded to lick and kiss his way up my vein covered cock stem. His tongue flicked the fermium and soon he was licking up the cock honey that was flowing out the slit.
"Oh, shit, John suck the damn thing, stop teasing." I gasped as his mouth enclosed and sucked the glans head. He was polishing the head with his lips and tongue. I was bracing on the sofa, lifting my hips to allow him more access to my groin. I thrilled as his hand grasp my nuts and lightly squeezed and pulled on the sac. I spasmed, and he captured my full load in his mouth.
He slid up the front of my body, placed his lips on mine and I felt the warm cum slip into my mouth and swished it with my tongue. Our tongues twined in that sexual dance of shared pleasure. He broke the kiss and sat back on the sofa next to me. He had a very satisfied look on his face, his arms akimbo one along the arm of the sofa, and the other along the back of the cushions. His cock was standing tall, and then throbbing, pulled tight to those wonderful abdominals that he worked so hard to keep. He was offering his body to me, taunting me to take advantage of him.
"Well, one good turn deserves another and I fell on top of his body, first sucking his hard nipples, then with my lips pulling the fine hairs between his pectorals and down the middle of his abdomen until I slurped his prize into my mouth. My tongue felt the raised veins that surrounded the stalk, was aware of the soft skin that moved with my lips, and my tongue wrapped around the glans and swirled against the corona of tight bloated skin. I sucked him down my throat and he cried out in ecstasy.
"Easy, easy, old man, let's make this last!" and John gripped my head and raised me off his wonderful young cock. I looked up at him and saw his eyes looking at me filled with the lust that had us both in its grip. I went back to lick on his hard prick, tracing the swollen veins that carried the hot blood that kept his massive tool hard. I just lost all control and started slathering my saliva all over his cock and sucking it off and lapping and playing with his foreskin. John was writhing with pleasure on the sofa and I was having a hard time staying on his cock.
"Dad, Dad," he gasped out, "Spend some time on my nuts, suck on them for me, lick 'em while I calm down, you almost had me blasting off. Shit, that guy on the TV is so fucking hot!" and he thrashed around some more and I slid back to lap and suck on his hard tight ball sac. His legs spread wide and he humped his hips up into my face, his big hands gripping and guiding my head.
He couldn't hold back any longer and pulling my head up to the end of his pulsing man stalk put my lips on the tip. Opening my mouth I received his load of hot sticky cum into my mouth as it forcefully shot out of his eight inch plus piss slit. He must not have shot a load in awhile, because my mouth couldn't capture all of it. I swallowed and gulped as his cock continued to shoot out three more large offerings. He relaxed, spent, back onto the sofa, his eyes closed, body completely relaxed.
I sat back on my haunches and looked at my wonderful son laying before me. I idly fondled my now hardening cock and I gazed at this beautiful body. I watched his tight abdominals rise and lower. I saw his hard nipples stand above his quarter sized dark red areoles; noticed the soft brown hair that was starting to grow between his pecs. He was one fucking stud of a young man and I felt honored to have serviced him.
He stirred, opened his eyes and asked, "Is it okay if I invite Cory and Chris over to spend some time tonight?"
"Sure, why not. I'll put some steaks on the grill and we can all have a nice dinner and spend some time together." I liked the way this kid thought. If he was thinking what I was thinking, we would all be twirling on Chris's big knob before the night ended.
"Great, we haven't spent time with each other just relaxing in a week" He got up and went to the phone to call his buddies.
Well, that explained the large load he'd deposited down my throat. I turned off the porn flick and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"Hey, John, go out in the garden and bring in some lettuce. I'll make up a nice salad to go with the steaks." I watched his lithe body flow as he bound out the kitchen patio doors and into the garden. He had the grace of a bounding antelope, all smooth muscles working together, blending and flexing. My cock throbbed. He was such a good-looking stud. I continued admiring his naked body as he walked back from the garden with a couple heads of fresh leaf lettuce.
We worked as a team preparing dinner. We padded naked around the kitchen putting in four nice Idaho potatoes in the microwave oven. I pulled some frozen peas from the refrigerator and was able to apply it to John's warm ass cheek. He jumped and pulled away laughing. I mixed up a nice garlic rue to blend with the peas and put them on the range top to cook.
John had pulled out a large bowl and was tearing up the lettuce into it. I suggested he add some sliced tomato and use the Italian vinegar and oil dressing. He tossed in some chopped walnuts and some crumbled feta cheese as topping.
"Dad, what about drinks, you think we could have some wine? We're not wrestling for a week, so the alcohol won't affect our performance. Please! It is such a great meal, and I know the guys will really enjoy it." He had his pleading look on his face and his body in that 'I know you want me, but you can't have me' position. I relented and told him to go get a bottle of red wine, a merlot or cabernet.
The steaks were grilling nicely and were almost ready, when Cory bounded up behind me to grip my bare ass cheek and squeezed. "Ouch, what the fuck, Cory!" He giggled and danced away from me.
"Hey, old man, I like the clothes you cook in!" He was standing gazing up and down at my nudity. John came into the kitchen with the wine and greeted Cory. Cory then just pulled his t-shirt over his head, and pushed down his shorts and joined the party nude. He smiled and "I see the dress is informal, my kind of party!" and grabbed both John and me in a bare assed hug.
"What the Fuck!" We all turned to see where that came from and Chris had a grin on his face as he walked in through the patio doors. "You didn't tell me this was an orgy, you said to come for dinner!"
I laughed. "The orgy comes later, after we devour these steaks. Grab a plate will you and help me unload the grill." Chris came up behind me and gave me a tight squeezable hug and grabbed the tongs and lifted the steaks off the grill. I noticed that he managed to give my cock a feel, and rubbed his khaki covered cock into my ass cheeks. I broke away from his embraces and went in to the table and sat down. The boys brought the meal to the kitchen table.
After a quick grace, we all started stuffing our mouths with baked potatoes, creamed peas, thick juicy steak, and salad. The boys appreciated the wine, and I told them not to make it a habit. Wine was to be enjoyed, not gulped down. I got the usual razzing for talking down to them. John soon brought the conversation around to the porno flick I had brought home to view in my leisure hours.
"You guys have got to see this porno flick Dad brought home. This guy is unbelievable; he's even bigger than you and Dad, Chris! A big fucking long wang on him and he sure makes use of it, fucks this guy and girl at the same time. It's real hot!"
"No way, nobody has a cock as big as mine, well excluding your Dad!" He gave me a knowing smirk and grin. I love this kid and his cock. I knew the orgy was about to begin as the table was cleared and the boys started arranging themselves on the sofa.
I finished cleaning up the kitchen and quietly went to the den to complete some work that I had brought home from the office. Occasionally I heard a whoop and guffaw at the scenes on the flick the boys were watching. My ears perked up on hearing the comment, "Yeah, well like you could do that!" The challenge had been given, and knowing the boys this might be something to watch. I left my desk and headed for the family room.
I entered to see John and Chris on the floor facing each other, their thighs laid over one another's and their cocks standing up tall. Cory was straddle over the two studs, holding his ass cheeks open and squatting down to impale himself on both cocks at once!
"What in the world are you guys up to now?" I sat down on the lounger.
"Cory said he could take both our cocks up his ass, like the babe did in the porno flick with Holmes and that other stud." John was grinning, so was Chris.
"Well I hope you're using a lot of lube and have opened Cory's little twat, cause that is going to be a tight squeeze, especially dry!" I grinned at these teenage studs. They were not afraid to experiment and offer up their bodies to each other. I actually was proud that they had developed with open minds, and I did not doubt that once their teenage hormones settled down, that they would court and marry some lucky girls and raise families. Not many parents were as liberal as my wife and I were about the boys playing with each other in sexual games.
"Oh, shit! In the heat of the moment we forgot. John, you got some lube around?" Chris reached up and pulled Cory's ass to his face and started spitting and lapping at Cory's anal opening. John got up and went to his bedroom, retrieved a tube of lubricant and returned with it.
By that time Cory was down on his hands and knees with Chris fingers stuck up into his asshole. John walked over to them and put a large blob of lube right where Chris' finger disappeared into Cory rectum. Chris worked it in, and John applied some more. Chris looked up at John.
"This stuff is too thin, he'll never be able to take us both at the same time like that broad did!" Chris looked at me for help. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well the last time some guy fisted me, we used Crisco. It took some patience and time to open me up, too!"
Chris's face lit up. "Yeah, some guys told me about that, fisting is what they called it, they used Crisco on this faggot and finally got their fist up his ass. They said the feeling is awesome. You want to try it Cory?"
Cory was a bit hesitant. I don't think he figured he'd be taking something up his ass as big as a fist. "Jeeze, I don't know Chris. I'm game for it if you guys want to try it!" and he wiggled his ass in anticipation. I held my breath.
John had already retrieved the Crisco from the kitchen cabinet and had the top off and his fingers full. He looked at Chris. Chris sighed, "They only way we will know if its possible is to do it, and Cory is willing to try!"
"I am, I am, just go easy guys, it's my ass you know!" Cory looked over his shoulder as John applied a glob to Cory's ass. Chris started working it around and into Cory's little pink pucker, his fingers stretching and filling the opening. He kept telling Cory to relax, and asking how it felt, talking words of encouragement, and praise for willing to try this.
Chris was soon able to slip all four fingers into Cory, but his thumb stopped further entry. He quickly solved that, by tucking his thumb under his four fingers and with a gasp from Cory his hand slipped in and Cory's sphincter closed around Chris' wrist. Dead silence.
"Holy Shit, Chris! You got your hand inside him! Cory, shit guy, how does that feel?"
"Weird man, I can feel Chris' fingers expanding and moving around, and I feel like I got to shit, real bad. Oh, fuck, what are you doing Chris, ungh, ungh, oh, fuck, oh that feels so-o-o good!"
Chris was grinning, he looked at us and exclaimed, "I'm stroking his prostate, and I can even pinch it between my thumb and forefinger. Yah like it Cory?"
Cory collapsed to rest on his elbows, his head on the floor and he was gasping. Chris was slipping his forearm into Cory and Cory just gave out whimpers and groans. Chris pulled his arm out and then slid it back up into Cory. "Look, John, I'm fucking Cory with my arm, man this is wild. Not in a million years would I believe I was doing this to another guy, shit this is awesome. Cory, you are the greatest. Man, you don't know how this feels to my hand, it hot and slick, but yet some roughness, I ain't never felt this before."
Cory started sliding his arms forward to collapse on the floor. "Chris, I think that is enough, better pull your fist out of him. I think Cory has had enough."
Chris turned to me in panic. "You don't think I hurt him do you? Shit it is such a turn on to have the power to shove your fist up a guy's ass. Oh, man, Cory you are the greatest." He slowly pulled his arm and fist out of Cory's rectum and gently helped Cory lay prostrate on the floor, rubbing his ass cheeks and his back. I went to kneel at Cory's head and turned it to the side. He was breathing, but lost in lust of the act. I pulled back an eyelid. His eyes were rolled back.
"John, go get a blanket. Chris helped me lift Cory to the sofa. He's passed out. We have to keep him warm. Stay with him Chris; I'll go make some hot tea for him. Rub his hands, that will help." As I prepared a cup of hot herb tea, I kept up a running conversation with Chris.
"He's coming around, he's waking. Oh, shit, I am so sorry man, I got carried away with fucking your ass with my fist. I am so sorry, Cory! Tell me your okay, guy. Come on you're scaring the shit out of me, talk to me!" Tears were pouring from Chris's tear ducts and running down his cheeks.
"Chris, Chris, he's okay, just passed out from the orgasm he had. Look at the floor, its covered with his cum. He's never had an orgasm that strong before. He is one lucky kid to have had his prostate stroked with four fingers, I got to tell you that it was a real thrill to feel that." I handed the cup of tea to Chris and he gulped it down. I just stared at him!
"That tea was for Cory." Chris looked at me with a blank face.
"Huh, oh shit, the tea was for Cory and I just drank it. Oh, I am all fucked up!" He handed the cup back to me and hung his head, finally laying it on Cory's stomach.
Cory stirred. His hands went to Chris' head and caressed the tight curls. "Chris, that was the greatest sexual thrill of my life, thank you!"
John was standing next to me holding the blanket.
"You can fist me anytime you want to. The feeling was awesome!" Cory continued to stroke affectionately at Chris's head, caressing an ear, a finger stroking an eyelid, tracing his lips.
"Cory, are you okay now?" I asked, noting a tremble in my voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just want to lay here and remember the feeling and how good Chris's head feels on my tummy!" Cory started giggling, and that bounced Chris head up and down. John started chuckling and exclaiming what a whore Cory was becoming.
Chris stood up and looked down at Cory on the sofa. His enormous cock was dripping cum on the floor. John nudged me, and said, "I guess Cory isn't the only one who came!"
Chris grabbed John around the neck and forced his head down toward his responding cock, which was now fully erect and away from his six pack abdominals. "Yeah, well suck on this buddy!" and he forced his cock into John's willing lips. I heard the slurping sound and decided I had witnessed enough and once again went back to the den.
I sat down and tried to pick up my work where I had left it. It was no use. My cock was demanding attention. It was swollen, not hard, but full and soft and tempting. I placed my fist around it, squeezed, and leaned back in my chair and proceeded to fist myself for some relief. My eyes were closed, as I tried to see again the fisting that Cory had just had and to bring back the experience that I had once had. I was getting close.
"Hey, Mr. Laetus, you don't want to waste that, not with my willing ass available." It was Chris, and he stood in the doorway, fondling his own pole. He strode over to the desk and cleared off a space. He smiled at me and said, "You know what I want and you know you're the only one to give me what I crave." He laid over the desktop and offered up his firm ass to me to plunder.
I got up and went around to stand between his spread legs, my dripping cock rubbing up and down in his ass crevasse. His hole opened as I placed my swollen glans against it and leaned forward, my greased cock sliding slowly into Chris's willing anus. I felt his warm wet rectum walls close around my cock. I felt him clench his sphincter muscle around the base of my cock. I was fully seated and ready to fuck him. I let my cock soak in him and reviled at the feeling of heat surround it. Chris moaned deeply and sighed as his ass became used to my monster cock up his ass ring. I was really aroused and ready to fill him with my hot load. He asked in his husky baritone voice to take it slow and get up a steady rhythm. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of my fat cock sliding in and out of his stretched rose bud. Chris let out a long moan as my cock pulled out of his ass, sliding over all those nerve ending in his ass ring.
I leaned back into his ass cheeks and slid once more deep into him. "Oh, Larry, only you know how good your fat cock feels up in my ass. No wonder the jocks like my prick up their ass, it feels so good. Fuck me, poppa, fuck your cunt boy, make me shoot my wad all over your desk as you fill my guts with your hot scum. Fuck me good, daddy!"
I started speeding up and slamming my thighs against his ass cheeks with a steady slap, slap, slap amidst our grunts and gasps. I could feel his hard prostate rub against my swollen pecker as it slid back and forth over its hard nub. I could feel him squeeze his stomach muscles as his rectum clenched at my full cock shaft as it slid deep up into his rectal channel. I was panting; beads of sweat formed on my forehead and ran down my nose to drip onto his masculine back. Chris was voicing one long harsh "Fuck me!" as I labored over his prone body. It came up out of my balls, held tight up against my shaft and it exploded up inside of Chris. I twisted and groaned, and fell onto his back. My hands gripped his shoulders, as my teeth clenched flesh and sucked hard on it. My hips pressed hard to his ass cheeks and my orgasm overtook me.
From somewhere I heard Chris emit a long satisfied cry as he flooded my desktop with his orgasmic caused spurts of cum juice. We both laid still, gulping in air allowing our blood pressure to taper off and our sweating bodies return to normal. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. It clenched and then softened to rub my back.
"You okay, Dad? You both look wasted. Man, what a fuck that was. Cory blew his wad just watching and stroking his pecker." I turned my head and faced John's large wanker bobbing in front of my face. I raised off Chris' back and witnessed my cock pull out of his ass ring with a wet popping sound. I left my glans rest against his pucker and felt it give my cock little kisses as his sphincter clenched.
I staggered back, assisted by John, to my chair and sat down. Chris looked up at me with admiration in his eyes. As he lifted off the desk we all witnessed the sticky strands of cum stretch between his abdominals and the cum-covered desktop. I was amazed at how fast these studs recovered and how much cum they produced. Ah, youth, if they only knew what they possessed. At least these teen aged studs were enjoying free sex as our creator meant us to enjoy it, to keep out sexual reproductive organs in top condition, to learn to love one another; mentally, physically, sexually.
I looked at these three horned up studs. "Well, I guess its time for a nice relaxing hot shower! What do you guys say?" I looked at them and they all broke out in grins and turned to run to the bathroom. Three well built naked bodies all hit the door at the same time and tussled to get through to be first into the bath. They were kids again, reduced back to playful antics and horsing around. I felt my head shaking as I grabbed a paper towel to clean up the mess on me and my desktop. Chris had left about two tablespoons of opaque sticky cum wads that had puddle together on the desk.
Later, after the boys had soaped, slathered, and romped in the shower, they decided to ask their parents for permission to stay overnight with John. I gave my approval, as I never tired of watching these horny three studs. I smiled as I heard Cory explain to his folks over the phone that Mr. Laetus would be chaperoning them. Yes, he had enough clothes and not to worry, he would brush his teeth, twice to make sure. With that done, the three boys went into John's bedroom to continue their romping and horseplay.
I noted a while later that their was a lot of moans, groans, and sighs of contentment issuing from the room. The boys were settling down with one final act of sexual relief before huddling to sleep together. I finished my work, went to look in on them. They were all huddled, locked spoon style into each other, arms hugging on John's king sized mattress. I pulled the sheet over their bare bodies and went to my own room.
Saturday promised to be a lustful day of activity and I wanted to be well rested.