Well, men, here we go again! It hardly seems possible that what started as a single short story has spawned seven additional chapters. The swarm of positive responses from readers like yourself has stroked me (!) into continuing this story and will, I am sure, continue to be my driving force. Once again, if you are a minor you are forbidden from reading this hunk of fiction which bears no truth as to the sexual orientation of the hunks who portray the original characters, all of which are owned by CPT Holdings. 'nuff said, now let's get to it . . . .. .
Oh yeah, copyright (c) 2000 JRoyale
The raging hot poker pressing down the length of his thigh and threatening to burst through the seams of his trousers forced John Abbott to shift uncomfortably in his seat. At the head of the long mahogony table mediating over another Jabot board meeting, John appeared to be the always-in-control President of his company. Yet every time he glanced to his immediate right and caught sight of his eldest son, Jack, his sixty-something-year-old cock pulsed maddeningly within its sweaty confines. Although he was nearing senior citizen status, John felt like a cockstruck pubescent schoolboy. A multitude of lascivious thoughts flashed through the older man's mind, increasing the longing to reach down under the table, release his throbbing manhood from captivity and aggressively stroke it to satisfaction.
The patriarch of the wealthy Abbott family, John Abbott was a decidedly handsome man for his age. Tall and angular, with swept back silver hair and strong, chiseled cheekbones accentuating his aristocratic face, he was still considered attractive by women who traveled in his social circle. He lived in the glamorous world of the cosmetics industry and had resorted to a bit of reconstructive surgery to enhance his aging features, losing a few years with the process. Despite the restoration of his classy good looks, the disappointment of his last failed marriage had kept John out of circulation and away from the clutches (and boudoirs) of would-be female admirers. Indeed, John had begun to wonder if he'd lost his sexual prowess. That is, until the night several weeks ago when he'd unexpectedly returned home and discovered his sons on the family sofa. His prick had seldom been soft since!
A business dinner in town...entertaining a business competitor who drank too much....the lumpy hotel bed....restless....driving home to more comfortable accomodations...parking in the rear...silently entering through the back pantry...a sound from the living room sofa...Jack...passed out....drunk....nude....teen aged Billy devouring his body....sucking ... eating ass...fucking....cum all over the place ... jerking off watching his boys...jerking off for the first time in a long, long time...
The image would not leave his mind. Even in sleep, John saw his two equally handsome sons engaged in varied sexual acts. It didn't matter that older son Jack was an unaware participant in the late-night seduction. In his ensuing incestuous fantasies, Jacko became the aggressor and turned the tables on baby brother Billy time and again. Always, John awakened at the point of ejaculation from his "wet dream", just as he had some fifty years before! These reawakened male yearnings both excited and frightened him at the same time. On one hand, he was thrilled by these new thunderous orgasms, but on the other hand he feared the control his kowledge now held over him. Popping a boner by simply glancing at his eldest son over the boardroom table was one thing. But running into young Billy every day was quite another!
His sixteen-year-old blonde, blue-eyed son positively reeked of fresh, undaunted and unbridled sexuality. John had developed a new fondness for the intoxicating boy scent of Billy. He took great pleasure in secretively observing the reed-thin youth's mannerisms, practically salivating at the boy's perpetually parted, pouting lips and his seductive, steely-blue gaze. The nights he had discovered his son on a midnight kitchen raid, dressed only in his boxer shorts and undershirt, proved to be most difficult. How he longed to reach out, rip down those shorts and plant his tool straight up the lad's fuckhole! A hasty retreat is what always followed, as John's old but eager cob was hastily popping to erection. Throwing himself across his king-sized bed, John humped a tower of soft pillows while imagining himself plowing little Billy's butt, bringing himself to a roaring climax each time.
Absently listening to board member Jill, young Billy's mother and John's ex-wife, once again attempting to make her warped opinions heard, John longed for the meeting to be adjourned. The straining fuck muscle between his thighs needed to be released and manhandled until it shot its gut wrenching spouts of virile jism and gave him some relief until he became horny again.
Jackie and Jill were arguing heatedly across the polished wooden table while level-headed Ashley tried to comprehend both sides of the issue. John could have cared less about their debate; all that concerned him was the big, wet sex club dripping against his warm thigh. Slipping one hand under the table, John grasped his hardened meat through the fabric of his trousers and felt it pulse at his touch. While the other board members continued their loud discussion, John stroked the length of burning flesh which valiantly tried to rise against the restraining slacks. As his other hand fumbled with the silver zipper and released his jutting prick, John had a delicious sense of mischievousness. While his two children waged the wars of Jabot Cosmestics with their evil stepmother, their silver-haired father was pounding his pud under the table!
The fat head of his pecker had turned an ugly shade of purple from excitement; his wide piss slit opening to produce a clear tear of pre-cum. His gorgeous slab of daddy fuckmeat was leaking like a faucet in no time as his eyes fixed on his handsome son, Jack. An image passed through his memory of the older Abbott boy lying naked and spread-eagled on the living room sofa while young Billy bounced up and down on his dick, finally succeeding in forcing the solid member to erupt its brother seed in his ass. His old hand slid up and down along the hardened surface, beating himself off as he gazed with glassy lovestruck eyes at the solidly built form of his eldest son. . . . . .
Suddenly, without warning, a yellow no. 2 pencil slipped from Jackie's thick fingers and dropped lazily down until it bounced once on the plush carpeting before settling at his feet. Jack absently pushed out his chair and leaned down to retrieve the writing implement. Grasping the pencil between two fingers, he began to come up from under the table when his icy blue eyes happened to fix on the space between his father's spread thghs and the tumescence of flesh being tamed there. Swallowing hard, Jack rose until just the bridge of his nose was visible from the table top and locked eyes with his father.
John boldly held Jack's gaze, neither of the men flinching. The room seemed to disintegrate into star filter. Ashley and Jill merely became two far away voices, oblivious to the presence of the two Abbott men. An aura seemed to glow around smilin' Jack, who slowly and dramatically flicked his long pink tongue across his slick upper lip. John winked at his boy, a seductive smile forming on his lined patrician face. Jackie responded by once again dipping out of sight, only this time he came off his chair and slid under the table! Crawling on all fours, he crossed the small expanse of carpeting until he was kneeling between his father's thighs!
John felt the big, soft hand take hold of his drooling dick and offer a few cursory strokes along the rigid fleshpole. Shifting in his seat, John slid lower to allow Jack easier access to his tortured groin. The fortyish boy was pumping his big daddy's dick with one hand as he toyed with John's low-hanging nut-sac with the other. Gobs of healthy cockjuice were boiling out of the quivering cock and running down its stiffened length. When John felt his son's hot tongue on his tingling tool, lapping up all the daddy jizz, it was almost more than he could bear! His head fell back against the tall leather seat as his eyes rolled heavenward and a loud, sexual groan fell from his parted lips. Miraculously, neither of the two women in the room seemed to realize what was happening. He cold hear their voices somewhere in the distance but was unable to bring their features into focus.
Jackie's mouth traveled along the shaft with long, hungry strokes. Finally reaching the fat, swollen head, he formed his lips around it and slid it with deliberate swiftness into his mouth. His tongue worked on his father's prick, teasing the sensitive shaft into ultimately releasing a big daddy load down his throat. Jack's pink lips surrounded John's thickness as he gave the long-neglected crank a thorough tongue bath, sliding more and more of it down his gobbling throat. John buried his hands in his son's silky hair and ground his pelvis upward, planting all eight inches into Jack's face-hole. Jack went nuts on the rigid rod, gulping at it with the muscles in his throat while his lips worked on the hairy root. John's pre-cum slid easily down Jack's throat as he steadily began to fuck his son's handsome face.
They worked in unison: John thrusting his pelvis up into Jack's mouth while the boy-man slammed his face down onto the engorged weapon. The pumping grew harder, but Jack had no problem taking every inch of daddy meat. Leaning back in his chair, the older man had a clear view of his son happily sucking on his cock under the table. His shiny, saliva-soaked schlong was buried time and again between those luscious man lips. The look in Jackie's steely-blue eyes as he gazed longingly up at his father was one of sheer sexual euphoria!
An intense heat was roaring in his bloated balls and searing through his gut. His sighs soon became short, loud cries as he felt the cum boiling up the length of his fuckpole, anxious to blast free and drown Jackie in daddy cum. The boy was sucking violently now, as if he knew his reward was soon to be at hand. John's head rocked from side to side on the leather chair back as his groin tensed and then released, a molten explosion of man juice erupting from his gasping cock-slit. . . . .
"Dad? DAD! What's the matter, Dad?"
John heard the voice as though from a great distance. Focusing, he looked across the table at Jack and stammered, "W-What did you say, Jackie?"
"Dad, we were looking for your take on this situation but you seemed like you were a million miles away," his handsome son replied.
John cleared his throat as he valiantly attempted to return his jutting cock to the confines of his trousers without raising suspicions. "I think we have gone around and around on this situation," he managed. "I'm adjourning this discussion until a future date. I think we all need to sit back and hash the matter over in our own minds."
Jill and Ashley gathered up their portfolios and departed the meeting room. Jack rose and started to leave, but came back over to slap his father affectionately on the arm---the same arm that was holding onto his pulsing bulge.
"Are you really okay, old guy?" Jack asked, concern etched on his good-looking face.
John forced a nervous smile. "Jackie, I'm fine. Now go on and get out of here."
Giving his father one last worried look, Jack winked and turned on his heel. When the boy had finally left the room, John breathed a heavy sigh of relief. What was he thinking of? Exposing his prick during a board meeting and openly masturbating in the presence of his family while becoming transfixed in a fantasy involving his own flesh and blood? How easily he could have been caught in the action! John didn't understand what was happening to him lately. All he knew was that he had to get ouf of the office and away from Jack!
Informing his secretary that he would be taking a late lunch, John left the Jabot building and hailed a cab out on the busy street. He gave an address to old Hank, the familiar cab driver, and sat back in the seat pondering his plight.
"Two nice boys you got there, Mister Abbott," the old man spoke, startling John from his thoughts.
"I-I'm sorry, Hank," he stammered, "You were saying something?"
The cab driver's white head bobbed in ackowledgement. "Yes, sir, Mr. Abbott. I was just saying that you raised yourself some mighty fine boys."
Could the old codger be reading his thoughts, John wondered. "Why do you say that, Hank?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, you know me, Mr. Abbott," the man replied, suddenly sheepish. "I don't like to be tellin' tales about my fares."
John smiled inwardly at the man's obvious pride in his discretion. "I take it Jack has used your fine cab service recently," he guessed.
"Yup, that's right, Mr. Abbott. And I got him home safe and sound as always," the older man winked into his rearview mirror.
John took another stab into the dark. "I take it this is the night a few weeks ago when Jackie was somewhat incapacitated in his driving abilities."
Old Hank winked again conspiratorially. "Nothing wrong with gettin snockered every now and then when you're a young buck. Sure wish'd I'd had a little brother to help me out of them scrapes, though."
John frowned, "You mean my other son, Billy?"
"Yessir, Mr. Abbott," the driver replied, pulling off the highway and into the parking lot of Gina's Place. "The blonde one in private school. He come runnin' outa the house wearin' nuthin' but his underwear and helped poor Jack into the house. Old Hank tried to help them out, that I did! And I told that young Billy to take care of his big brother!"
And Billy had taken the man's words literally! John didn't know if he should scold the old coot or thank him. Instead, he paid old Hank his fare, tipping him generously, and made his way into the warm and welcome comfort of Gina's establishment.
The restaurant was quiet at this time of the afternoon, mid-way between lunch and dinner crowds. A few tables in the dimly lit, almost romantic dining room were occupied and a local businessman or two was parked at the long polished bar. John took a seat at an inconspicuously placed table and ordered a scotch and soda from the waiter. Normally John didn't imbibe in the spirits, but today he was making an exception. Perhaps, he thought, he might make more than one exception.
John was well into his third cocktail when a figure suddenly loomed in front of him, a tall mustached figure in a smart black business suit.
"Well, hello, John. Fancy meeting you here," Victor Newman greeted as the men shook hands. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Please, sit," John replied, taken by surprise at the unexpected encounter with his friendly, but ruthless, business rival.
Although the two men were nearly equal in age, there was little else similar about them. Silver-haired John Abbott stood tall, thin and aristocratic, while Victor Newman's dark thick locks were only slightly streaked with grey, his body tight, tanned and muscled from years of ranching and shadow boxing. Although their companies functioned in direct opposition, each man held the upmost respect for the other. History was long and complicated between the Abbotts and the Newmans, but in the relaxing sanctuary of Gina's Place conversation was pleasant, if not cursory.
"John," Victor said, after a long pause, "I sense something is troubling you. I hope there isn't trouble on the home front."
John Abbott sipped at his fifth cocktail of the afternoon, his quota long ignored. The intoxicating effects of the liquor were working their miraculous effect on his senses. "I'm feeling quite fine, Victor. Quite fine, indeed."
"Yes, I can see that, old friend," Victor replied, pointing a thick finger to the empty glass in front of the other man. "It's not like you to tie one on in a public place. More like something your son might do. We've known each other a long time, man. Maybe I can help, okay? Why don't you tell me what's troubling you, alright?"
John sighed deeply, focusing on the ruggedly handsome man across the table. "You couldn't begin to understand, Victor. A man like you ... flitting from romance to romance ... a man like you knows nothing about self-depravation ... about years without feeling any urges ... and then suddenly ..."
Victor raised a thick eyebrow. "So the beast has become restless, has he? And just when you were beginning to think those days were done, isn't that right?"
"YES!" John nearly shouted, the alcohol allowing him to be more revealing than he might normally have been. "I can't remember being this aroused since I was a high-school youth. I'm hard all the time! I masturbate three to four times a day! Victor, sometimes I have to pull the car over to the side of the road on the drive home! There's a part of me that thinks this is all wrong, yet I'm fearful of it ending!"
Victor was amused by John's candor. Pressing on, he posed the obvious question. "And who has sparked these hidden desires within you, my friend?"
John grew silent, contemplating his answer. Shaking his head from side to side, he responded between clenched teeth, "NO! It's wrong, it's SO VERY WRONG!"
Victor placed his strong hand on top of John's, "There is nothing wrong in physical attraction, John. Who?"
"MY SON!" the wealthy businessman blurted out. "My youngest son, Billy! I walked in on him one night while he was having sex with ... with another boy and I haven't been able to get my mind off him since!" Even in his inebreated state, John knew well enough to leave Jack's name out of the revelation. Victor and Jack Abbott were mortal enemies, and John would not supply Victor with any potential ammunition to use against his son.
Victor leaned back in his seat. "I see," he said slowly, his dark eyes suddenly twinkling in the dim restaurant light.
Realizing the fatal error he might have made in trusting Newman with his incestuous thoughts, John sought damage control. "Victor, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll deny everything . .. "
Victor waved a hand in front of him. "Don't be silly, John. We've been friends for too long. Besides, I think you should fuck your son. There's nothing quite like the sensation of your enlarged penis piercing the hungry lips of your boy's rectum."
"VICTOR!" John gasped, incredulous. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?"
Victor stared into the other man's searching eyes as he responded. "My son Nicholas and I discovered each other earlier in the year and I've been fucking him regularly ever since. There is no one ... absolutely no one, John ... who can love you better than your own son."
John Abbott was speechless. The image of Victor porking his handsome son had created an instantaneous erection which he gripped with one hand under the table.
Victor noticed the abrupt movement from his business rival. "That's right, John. You keep stroking that piece of meat whenever the desire overcomes you, okay? But, know this, my good man, no amount of self-gratification can measure that joyous moment when your son actually wraps his sweet lips around your leaking prick."
John sighed heavily, sliding lower in the seat, blatantly rubbing his stiffer through the fine fabric of his trousers. "How, Victor?" he mumbled. "How can I ever make that happen?"
Victor smiled devilishly. "You just leave that to me, old man. You just leave that to me."
Later that night, in the privacy of the tack room on the Newman Estate, a plan was devised to make John's sexual fantasy a reality. It was several weeks more before opportunity allowed the calculated plan to reach fruition.
Blonde, blue-eyed and boyishly cute at sixteen years of age, Billy Abbott nonetheless found himself the odd man out. He had taken a cab into town to meet friends at Crimson Lights, the fashionable coffee house frequented by the upscale crowd at the the academy he attended. Five minutes became ten, ten minutes became a half an hour, and soon Billy realized he'd been waiting for his group for nearly an hour! A few quick calls from his cellular phone revealed one mishap after another for Raul, Brittany, Rhiana, Mac and the others, who all were suddenly unable to meet for "Smoothie's" and conversation.
Billy was totally bummed out by the change of events. He was bored and restless at home and had no desire to return to the Abbott estate. A flash of naughty brightness brought a thin smile to his face as he thought of hooking up with nasty fuck-buddy J.T. and spewing some ball juice. He was about to dial the wise guy's number when a heavy hand squeezed his shoulder, followed by a friendly slap on the back. Billy looked up and over his shoulder at a smiling Nick Newman, owner of the coffee house and son of the wealthy and feared Victor Newman.
"Hey there, Billy," the good-looking young man greeted as he took a seat at the table. "Looks like you're all alone tonight. Where's that cute little girl friend of yours?"
"Brit couldn't make it," Billy explained. "Neither could any one else, for that matter. Guess I'm just gonna have to get a cab and call it a night."
Nicholas seized the opportunity. "No need for that," he said quickly. The dimples in the sides of his cheeks deepened as he smiled invitingly. "I was just about to head for home. I'd be happy to give you a lift!"
"Gee, thanks, Nick," Billy returned the smile. "I'd appreciate that. As long as it's not out of your way, that is."
"It'll be my pleasure," the twenty-three year old Newman heir responded with a hint of suggestion which went unnoticed by the younger boy. Tossing Billy the keys to his car, Nick said, "You go on ahead. I have a quick call to make and I'll meet you outside."
The smile vanished from Nicholas' face as soon as the young boy left the building. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the cell phone and pressed several digits. The phone rang precisely three times before it was answered on the other end.
"I have the target," Nick spoke low into the mouth piece. "We're headed out to the ranch now, Dad."
The drive in Nicholas' snazzy red convertible sports car was punctuated with conversation ranging in topic from music to girls. So engrossed was he in their talk that Billy failed to notice they had missed the turn-off which led to the Abbott home, and instead were speeding towards the Newman ranch. It wasn't until they were pulling through the main gate that Billy realized he was at the wrong home.
"Hey, Nick," he laughed, "what's up with this? This is your place, not mine."
"Oh, WOW!" Nick feigned surprise. "I was so busy talking I didn't even think! I'm so used to just driving straight home! Damn, Billy, I'm so sorry!"
Billy laughed more loudly, the blue pools of his eyes sparkling vicariously. "No problem, old man! Just turn this hot rod around, open her up, and I'll be home in no time."
Nick thought quickly. "Tell you what, sport. Let me go pick up something down at the tack room first and then I'll drive you home. By the way, have you ever been down to that part of the ranch? No? Good, then you can come with me and check it out."
Nicholas pulled the car behind the stables, conveniently out of sight of the main house or his own dwelling on the estate, where his wife was probably entertaining the children at this particular moment. He stepped out of the car, with Billy following, and advanced on a door on the side of the building.
The tack room was part of the stables, used now primarily for Victor Newman's strenuous workout routine, which kept the old man deliciously fit. The small apartment to one side of the room, inhabited last by Newman's daughter and her latest boy toy fling, was now vacant. The heady scent of straw and the faint aroma of manure from the adjoining stalls permeated the enclosure.
"Why don't you wait here for me, dude," Nicholas said almost breathlessly as he went into the apartment, leaving Billy alone in the tack room.
The young blonde boy took stock of his surroundings, his attention finally focusing on the punching bag dangling from the rafters in one part of the room. Advancing on the foreboding device, he posed in his best "Rocky" stance and practiced a bit of macho boxing. One fist shot out to strike the bag, while his other was raised protectively to shield his face from an unknown opponent.
"Little tough guy!" came Nicholas' voice from behind him.
Billy wheeled around, his smile freezing as he saw the young man framed in the doorway, buck naked, arms folded across his chest, legs crossed at the ankles and shoulder relaxing against the frame. The boys' mouth dropped wide, his lush lower lip falling dramatically as he stared at Nick in wide-eye wonderment. His awestruck limpid blue eyes could not help but travel up and down Nicholas' spectacular body. While the young man was only seven years his senior---what a difference a few years made!
The handsome coffee house entrepreneur resembled a Norse god with his squared jaw and hollowed cheeks. Thick nostrils flared widely as if he was inhaling the young boy's sexual excitement. He stared back at Billy through deep-set dark blue eyes, the thick line of eyebrows neutrally straight across his wide, jutting forehead. their ash brown coloring matching the thick longish hair which provocatively fell across his brow. Full, swollen cock-suckingly perfect pink lips parted only slightly as he enjoyed Billy's total assessment. He knew he was one hot motherfucker and wanted the boy to drink in every inch of him.
Broad, linebacker shoulders gave way to muscled biceps, flexed now with his arms crossed over a flawlessly smooth chest. Twin mounds of curved pecs rested on his thick forearm, their large purplish buds hardening before the Abbott's boys eyes! Drool practically oozing from the corners of his mouth, Billy allowed his gaze to drift lower, past tightened abdonimals, following the darker colored widening ribbon of man-hair which began at Nick's indented navel and spread into an abundant wealth of crotch hair. The Newman lad's tubesteak hung thick and long---as long as, Billy imagined, his own boycock when totally enlarged. It rested relaxed against his low hanging, lightly dusted ballsac, the dangling head of his cock perfectly sculpted into a throat-plugging dome. His smooth legs were thick, with firmly etched runner's muscles prominently displayed.
Absently running his pink tongue across his upper lip, Billy unwittingly gave Nick the signal he'd been waiting for. Pushing off the door frame, he slowly and seductively advanced on the boy, their eyes never losing contact. Halting only a breath away from the youngest Abbott, Nick rested his hands on Billy's shoulders, affectionately squeezing his collar bone before running his big hands down the length of the smaller boy's thin arms. Dropping to his knees, Nick brought one hand around to knead a buttock through the cotton material of Billy's below-knee length shorts, his fingers digging deep into the moistened crack at the back seam. His other hand lay firmly against the front of Billy's pants, the flattened palm slowly massaging up and down Billy's trapped and hardened protrusion. With one quick move, Nicholas undid the confining zipper and spread open the folds of the lad's boxers. A seven inch rigid boycock sprang into view, its head already sticky with youthful ball juice, and nearly slapped Nicholas in the face. Nick took hold of the hot, pulsing rod and gave it a few obligatory strokes before devouring it between his puffy, hungry lips.
Billy groaned excitedly as the hunky Newman heir's tantalizing tongue danced along the length of his swollen teen shaft, his big man-mouth sucking on the drooling tool. Both hands were now roughly grasping his butt cheeks, pulling him even closer to the blow job expert. Thick lips locked around the base of the boy's dick, as Nick stuffed his face on fresh young cock, burying the leaking head deep in his wet, deep throat. Nick remained still for a seemingly long moment, allowing the pulsating rod to twitch expectantly in his mouth. His midnight blue eyes were cast upward sexily as he stared into Billy's pale blue irises.
Ever so slowly, Nick backed off the boy, allowing inch after inch to glide over his thick, sensuous lips. When the wet knob plopped from his mouth, Nick stroked it from crown to base while burying his face in the boy's sweaty ballsac and chewed at the silken flesh.
By now, young Billy's shorts and boxers were a muddled mass around his ankles. His boypole arced up to its full seven inches, piss-slit leaking one transparent cum tear after another. He could hardly believe sexy hunk Nick Newman was slobbering on his ball bag while busy hands probed his tender little asshole. Brushing Nick's silky brown locks from his forehead, Billy buried his hands in the Newman Adonis' hair. holding his head close. Nicholas dislodged his face from the boy's hanging equipment and, looking up at him dreamily, turned slightly to teasingly kiss the inside of young Billy's wrist.
"I always thought you were the hottest little dude in the coffee shop," Nick spoke huskily. "Why don't you kick off those pants, turn around, spread your legs and lean over on your knees. I want to taste some Abbott butt."
Billy wasted no time in assuming the requested position, ditching his shirt in the process. He moaned excitedly as Nick's wet tongue reamed up and down his sticky ass crack. The probing muscle slid around the outside of his ass ring, causing Billy's thin body to shudder expectantly. Aroused by the scent of fresh young boy hole, Nicholas proceeded to soak down the lad's shit trench with his slick saliva.
Grasping the inside of Billy's thin melons, Nicholas stretched the wrinkled folds of teen ass and was pleasantly surprised when young Abbott's rosebud pooched out at him invitingly. Working his tongue into the warm folds, Nick ate out the teenager's hole. He flicked about haphazardly inside young Billy, slurping loudy as he chowed down on the funky meal in front of him. His handsome face was practically buried in Billy's passion pit as his big lips kissed the flared ass ring, while his tongue dove even deeper into the tasty fuck hole.
All too suddenly, Nicholas gave Billy's carnal canal a final long, wet swipe, kissed both dimpled cheeks and came up from his squatting position on the floor. Still crouched with his fox hole winking hungrily, Billy disappointedly looked over his shoulder at the gorgeous stud --- and nearly toppled over! Rising from the thicket of dark curls in Nick's groin was the biggest, hardest cock Billy had seen in his life! The monster had to be at least ten huge and fat inches! And the enormous sac hanging below the massive club looked like it housed dinosaur eggs. Nick stood there, legs spread, stroking his big meat with both hands.
"Want to have some more fun, Sport?" he asked, motioning with a nod of his head to a wooden door on the other side of the tack room. "Come with me."
Billy stood up straight and watched the hunky restauranteur disappear behind the designated door. Excitedly following, Billy found himself in the main stables. The prized horses, safely ensconsed in their respective stalls, stirred at the intrusion. The heady aroma from the animal's quarters assailed his nostrils, adding to his already heightened sexual tension. Bare feet passed over the straw-covered floor as he slowly traversed the dimly lit walkway towards a light at the end. Glancing from side to side at the big animals housed to each side of him, Billy wondered if they were aware of his nudity.
As the stables gave way to a larger chamber, Billy was momentarily blinded by the bright lighting. When his baby blues refocused, he observed naked Nick standing between two apparatuses dangling from the rafters of the high ceiling. They resembled lounging hammocks positioned side by side, only these were made of thick leather strappings and heavy chain links. Nicholas motioned Billy closer and nodded toward one sling.
"Get on." he ordered sexily.
When Billy hesitated, Nick gathered the boy in his strong arms and eased him up into the contraption. Before the boy knew what was happening, Nicholas had secured his arms and legs with leather restraints. Lying back, cold leather hugging his soft skin, legs spread wide apart, Billy just knew he was going to get fucked! He had heard a little about bondage and, though not particularly taken by the practice, decided to play along with Nick's game. Indeed, he was curiously surprised when Nick leaned over his body, planted a short kiss on his forehead, and then proceeded to lie back on the adjoining sling facing opposite the younger boy.
From out of nowhere, directly behind Nick, a figure loomed from the darkness. Billy's eyes widened in alarm as Victor Newman stepped into the light! Between his stretched naked thighs he watched the business magnate advance on them. His fear turned to astonishment when Billy realized that Nicholas' father wore only black leather-chaps---and the veiny hose jutting from his exposed groin looked as big soft as his son's was hard!
Newman stopped directly behind Nicholas. Gently massaging his son's broad shoulders, the older man leaned over and planted his weathered lips over Nicholas' younger, softer puffers. Thier mouths ground together passionately for a few moments before Victor rose to secure his son's muscular arms into place on the foreboding looking apparatus.
Billy scarcely had time to recover from the shocking scene he'd just witnessed---father and son locking lips--when Victor Newman moved over to stand between his thin, spread boy thighs. Billy took stock of the older man, whom he guessed to be close in age to his own father. But where his dad was soft and aging, Victor Newman was a hot daddy stud! The man had a hard, firm body from years spent working the ranch combined with an almost brutal daily workout regimin. If the lines etched in his face, or the thick salt and pepper mustache didn't belie his age, Billy would have taken him for a much younger man.
"Well, master Abbott," he spoke with a heavy European accent. "It seems that you are in for something new tonight." Looking down at that shank of man shaft bursting from his greying pubic patch, Billy certanly hoped so.
The boy was momentarily startled when Mr. Newman dug his thick middle finger into Billy's slickened asshole and began probing around.
"You like that, boy?" he asked in his deep, authoritative voice. Speechless, Billy merely nodded and was rewarded by a second and third finger. The boy squirmed against the unexpected intrusion but the tight leather restraints prevented him from moving. Victor worked his three thick digits in and out of the inviting tunnel, stretching the clutching ass ring out of shape---preparing him for what was to come next!
Satisfied that the teenager was sufficiently loosened, Victor circled the dangling duo, stopping at Nicholas' feet. Lifting his boy's smooth, muscular thighs into their respective restraints, he spat a huge gobber into Nick's exposed ass trench and began smearing it around with one big, calloused hand.
From his vantage point less than three feet from the Newman men, Billy watched in fascination as Victor worked his son's butt hole. His fingers slid seductively along Nicholas' trowth, every now and again sliding a thick finger or two into the young man's puckered hole. Eventually, the older man focused his attentions on his son's tightened ass ring, forcing the rubber band wide open. Three fingers invaded the boy's pink inner lips simultaneously, buried up to the darkly hair-covered second knuckle. From somewhere in his chaps Victor produced a tube of some jelled substance which he squeezed onto his thick knuckles, allowing him to jab all five digits into his son's yawning butt. Billy's lower lip dropped to his chin as Newman's hand was swallowed to the wrist!
"OH, YEAH, DAD!" Nick groaned loudly, his body writhing in sexual convulsions. "GET ME READY FOR THAT BIG FAT DICK OF YOURS!"
Victor Newman's dark eyes twinkled mischeviously as he pumped his well - lubricated fist in and out of his son's lusty tail pipe, relaxing the reflexive sphincter muscle. Finally certain that the young man's shit chute was primed, he brought the same hand which had fucked his son's hole down to his engorged piece.
Young Billy had never seen---nor less imagined---a cock as huge as Victor Newman's enormous erection! The thick, throbbing hunk of man meat, with heavy pulsing blue veins criss-crossed just under its bloated surface, had to be every bit of a foot long! The plump, apple-sized head had turned an angry shade of purple, its wide piss slit bearing more resemblance to a deep, open incision. Huge and heavy dinosaur-sized balls hung loosely below the prize fuck muscle. Billy wondered how anyone---male or female---could accomodate such a giant member. It damned near resembled a grown man's forearm!
Smearing grease along the length of his tool, Victor aimed the gargantuan head against the slick mouth of Nicholas' shit chute. The huge prick pulsed madly at the boy's expectant hole, oozing jizz dribbling down the expansive crack. Suddenly Nick's asshole yawned open and, like a striking cobra, gobbled up the horny helmet. Victor worked the big daddy head in and out of his son's sink hole for awhile before plugging more of his fat log deeper into the boy's bowels. Nicholas' breath came in short, fevered sighs as his father's mammoth weapon blazed in his guts.
Nicholas seemed to stiffen when Victor drove his weapon home. The older man's heavy balls smacked up against his boy's butt as he embedded himself completely in the now-familiar cavern of carnal delights. Nicholas thrashed about, rocking the confining sling as his father slowly pulled the tree trunk from his stretched hole, only to drive right back in, slamming against his prostate and causing his own juicy love muscle to convulse wildly. Victor deep-dicked the handsome young man, blasting away at his mushy insides, savoring the ball-churning passion in his son's buggered hole.
Mesmerized, Billy watched as Victor Newman's horsecock plowed hunky Nicholas' sweaty man hole. His seven inch boy cock was jerking widly from observing the heated action, begging for some of the attention. He wondered how it felt to have something as big, fat and hard up his own little boy hole. Perhaps, he thought, when Mr. Newman was finished with Nick.....
"There's nothing like the feel of a father's cock inside his own son." the well-hung business magnate addressed the Abbott boy. "No one, Billy, can love you more than your own father."
Victor's gaze drifted past young Abbott's shackled body into the shadows of the stable where the other man awaited his signal. As planned, Victor nodded his head slightly, then curiously observed the cute blonde's bewildered expression as John Abbott came out of hiding!
The old man was brazenly nude. Although not hard and toned like Victor, John Abbott was nevertheless an impressive hunk of studflesh for a man in his sixties. A thick forest of silver hair covered his chest and extended down his torso to surround a bulging eight inch erection. The healthy length of daddy cock pulsed with excitement, man-goo sliping from its eye gash as he looked down at his helpless teen-age son. For weeks he had fantasized this moment and now the boy's quivering asshole was mere inches from the finely-shaped, dripping head of his anxious prong.
Little Billy wasn't quite sure what to think. It was obvious that the three other men had deliberately arranged this father/son night at the Newman ranch. But the intense lust in John Abbott's eyes frightened him. While the expectant man resembled his father physically, the unbirdled lust oozing from the old man's pores was totally unlike the mild-mannered Abbott family patriarch. He looked almost crazed, Billy thought---rabid with incestuous sexual desire!
"Take your boy, my friend," Victor encouraged with a knowing grin. "But first, at my invitation, allow Nicholas to prepare you."
John shifted the few inches to where Nicholas Newman invitingly threw his head back off the waist-high sling, medium-length chestnut hair falling from his forehead and reaching toward the straw-covered floor. Nick's swollen pink lips parted outwards, inviting the old man inside. John brushed the tip of his bloated leaking crown against the young man's lower lip. Like a fish to a fly hook, Nicholas lunged and gobbled up half the engorged length. He proceeded to give Mr. Abbott's pulsing fleshpole a sizzling hot tongue massage, smearing the glans with his sweet saliva and slurping noisily on the hot joint.
How Billy envied the older boy being plugged at both ends by two of the wealthiest---and horniest---men in Genoa City! Victor Newman's fat fuckpole was buried balls-deep in hunky Nick's derriere with the majoirty of John Abbott's pumping prick lodged in his milking throat. Nicholas was thoroughly enjoying those twin tasty towers of man meat while he, Billy, was bursting with pent-up lust, clear lava juice freely flowing from his young dick head.
"OH, PLEASE," he whimpered, pulling at the restraints which bound him. "PLEASE FUCK MY ASS, DAD!"
The steamy wet lips slithering along John's poker released the big wet dripping sex. John allowed Nick one final swipe along the underside of his prick before returning to his son's eager frame.
Young Billy's heart was beating widly with expectation. Looking up at the great man who was his father, but was chronologically old enough to qualify as grandfather, Billy knew there was nothing he wanted more than the same relationship which now had Nick bucking like a bronco while skewered on his father's club. He would allow his father to use him like the little cock whore he had become.
John focused on the sweet puckered ass mouth so invitingly within his reach and hoisted his big rod up, pointing it directly at the twitching pretty pink raisin. An awed Billy held his breath as John pushed the fat cock knob against his rubbery ass pucker. The air gushed out of him in a falsetto cry as his father plunged the hot hard flexing shaft deep into his backside. Big daddy balls slammed up against his pale white ass as John buried all eight inches with the first super-charged thrust. The boy's big blue eyes bolted open as the huge daddy dick pulsated deep within his teenage bunghole. John pulled almost all the way out, then thrust his hips forward, relentlessly plowing his son's bowels.
John piston-fucked the tight asshole mercilessly, all his strength centered in his groin. Billy accepted each demanding thrust, squeezing the big welcome meat with his butt muscles. He wriggled his tiny hiney around the charging beast. His sweat slickened body, combined with the sex aroma from the other three men, created a musky intoxicating aroma in the stables.
"Fuck him good and hard," Victor Newman directed. "Show your boy no mercy. Believe me, my friend, he will respect you for it." As if to emphasize his words, Victor shifted into overdrive and began pummeling Nicholas' hole with maddening force.
Billy bucked around in the sling as John banged his box for all he was worth. He would never have thought that his old man could be such a hot fuck! Forget his fuck buddies at school; he had the hottest piece in town right under his own roof! The same stud from whose loins he had come was now working on cumming in HIS loins! Billy forceably squeezed his ass ring around the base of his father's beautiful cock, making the fuck even tighter.
"OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS!!!" Victor Newman suddenly shouted, his head rolling backward on his broad shoulders. "MY WHORE SON IS GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!"
"YEAH, DAD, DO IT!" Nicholas bellowed. "SHOOT YOUR HOT ROCKS OFF IN MY SLUT HOLE!"
The force of his climax caused Victor to hold onto the dangling restraints holding his son's athletic thighs high and wide. Huge gobs of cum bolted from his piss hole and slammed deep inside Nicholas' belly. He pumped the boys shit chute full of daddy jism and refused to stop until completely drained.
John Abbott could feel his orgasm building towards release. As much as he wanted to prolong the moment, John knew there was no controlling the churning in his big balls. His drilling became shorter and faster, each stroke more satisfying than the last, as he roared toward eruption.
"BILLY," he shouted. "OH, MY DARLING SON, I'M GOING TO CUM! OH, YES! I'M GOING TO SHOOT MY WAD IN MY SON'S HOT LITTLE ASSHOLE!"
His orgasm was like nothing he'd experienced before. John Abbott burrowed his dick deep in young Billy's boy hole and shot one glorious load after another of pearly dad cream into his son's beautiful butt. Hot jism boiled up and out of his long crank, exploding inside the blonde teen. He felt as though his life force had been sucked down into his fuckstick and released into his son. His silver head rolled about, eyes partly closed, as he ground his dick deep inside the hole, sloshing about in his own lube.
"OH, FUCK, YEAH, DAD!" Billy cried out jubilantly. "YOU'RE ONE HOT FUCK!"
"Now, Billy," John scolded with mock sincerity, "Watch your mouth. I'm still your father, you know." The other men chuckled, but Billy was quick with a retort.
"When I get you home," he smiled, blue eyes twinkling mischeviously, "I'll show you everything my mouth can do." The sudden flex of the mancock still buried in his hole reassured the boy that tonight was only the beginning of a new and interesting journey.
Victor Newman unstuffed his sweaty son's delectable ass and played with his oversized dickhead.
"Billy, my boy, we have only just begun tonight's adventure," he said. "Besides, you two young men haven't yet released your boys' juice. How would you like Nicholas to coax it from you while we older men enjoy a cigar?"
Billy smiled, the dimples in his cheeks deepening. He winked in Nicholas' direction. "Only if I can return the favor."
Young sixteen-year-old Billy Abbott became a certified cock slut that evening. After sucking Nicholas bone dry, he feasted on the gargantuan knob of Victor Newman while Nicholas lodged his good-looking face between John Abbott's thighs. And, later still, Billy spread his legs for all twelve ripping inches of daddy Newman's cock while he fervently sucked on his own father's meat---managing to bring both men off at precisely the same moment!
Long after the other three studs had dozed off on the stable floor, exhausted by the orgy, Billy remained sexually charged. His burning ass hole, stretched beyond belief by Victor Newman's humongous staff, oozed a steady river of cum. Horny beyond belief, Billy stuffed several fingers up his hole and ferociously fucked himself. How he wished one of the men would awaken and satisfy his nymphomania!
A loud snort from the stable reminded Billy of his whereabouts. Turning, he saw Victor Newman's big black prize stallion intently staring at him. For a moment he felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The damned animal had probably witnessed everything they'd done in the stables!
His testosterone practically screaming, Billy was about to turn away from the stall and resume his finger-fucking when his eyes caught a glimpse of the humongous dark horse hard-on poking from the creature's underbelly. Moving closer, he sat back on his haunches and took a closer look. The fucking thing was even bigger than old Victor's plunger!
The horse calmly watched as Billy played with his boy cock, his mind racing. He was so damned horny! And the three men were dead asleep! HE NEEDED TO GET FUCKED..... NOW!"
Billy advanced on the stall...