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Chapter 4

Tommy and his dad sat on the side of the bed with Randy sitting between them. Randy looked nervous sitting naked between the father and his son.

Harry said, "Just like Tommy says, we're always most comfortable when we're not bound up in clothes. And we're not ashamed of our naked bodies. You're quite the celebrated champion over there at the school. I've been at a couple of your meets, and I can see why you've won some trophies."

"Thank you, Mr. Carlson."

"And Randy's the most popular guy at school, too," Tommy said. "I see him laughing and joking around with all the other popular guys. The girls are always after him. I always liked Randy, Dad, but I was afraid to get close to him. I never thought I'd fit in with his crowd and he wouldn't want me around."

Randy clasped his hands and pressed them between his knees. Looking down, he said. "It's all an act, Tommy. Just because I won some awards at swimming, they think I'm some kind of hero or something. But I'm not. I'm really nobody. Between classes and during lunch hour, all these hot-shot guys gather around me acting like they're my best friends. And sometimes I see you, Tommy, standing quiet down the hall a ways, looking at me. I've wanted to be your friend so badly. You said you were afraid to come close to me. I was even more afraid to go up to you and tell you I liked you and wanted to be your friend. I hate those other people."

"I wish you had told me, Randy," Tommy said.

"After I leave school every day, I just go home alone. My mom never asks me how school was and never takes any interest in anything I do. She just has a list of chores for me to do when I get home. A lot of times when I go to bed at night, I cry. I just can't help it. I really wanted a friend. A really good friend. I don't like to be alone with no friends."

Harry put his arm around Randy and pulled him tightly against him. "Well, Randy, you have a friend now. Two friends."

Randy wrapped his own arms around Harry and held on tightly. "I've wondered if this is what it would be like," Randy said, "if I had a dad to hug me."

Tommy said, "Dad, Randy lives only with his mom. He never knew his father."

When Harry saw Randy's eyes fill with tears, he kissed the boy on the cheek. He wanted to say that Randy could consider him his dad if he wanted to. But that might not be right. At least not yet.

Tommy put his hand on Randy's muscular thigh. "Dad, Randy and I jacked off together yesterday. He'd never done it with another guy before."

Randy looked startled that Tommy revealed that to his dad.

"It's okay, Randy. Dad and I are real close and we do stuff like that together. Dad told me all men jack off and there's no reason to hide it from each other. And since the three of us are now friends, we can all do it together. It's fun."

A smile spread across Randy's tear streaked face. He felt speechless. He didn't know what to say. He felt his cheek where Harry had kissed him. He had never known what it would be like to have an adult man---a father---kiss him. 'Oh, God,' he thought. 'Why can't Tommy's dad be my dad?'

Harry held Randy by the shoulders and gently laid him back on the bed. Randy's penis was hard and gorged. Little bubbles of semen ran down the full length of the shaft. Tommy lay on his side next to him and ran his tongue gently over Randy's lips, allowing it to slip into his mouth. Randy brought his arms around Tommy's back and ran his hands over his friend's firm little ass cheeks. Harry ran his hands over the light dusting of hair on Randy's legs and then up into his crotch where he took hold of the boy's hairless balls. Soon, he wrapped his hand around Randy's turgid penis and stroked it slowly and gently.

Tommy scooted down and took the full length of Randy's cock into his mouth, while Harry moved up and kissed the boy's face all over. Randy's moans sounded as though he were asleep and having an intensely erotic dream.

As Tommy ran his tongue over and around Randy's hard penis, he could hardly believe he was actually tasting the private parts of a boy who, by his very presence at school, enhanced the status of all of those other boys who yearned to gather around him. Tommy felt not only the intense eroticism of it, but a privilege none other of those boys had been granted. To Tommy, Randy was indeed a hero---a sad vulnerable hero, who had given himself completely to him.

As Randy's orgasm took hold of his body, he pressed his lips against Harry's lips, pretending that Harry was his father. He could feel the cum surging up his shaft into Tommy's mouth.

Randy lay there, breathing heavily, while Harry reveled in the feeling of Randy's warm breath on his face.

After Randy recovered, Harry said, "How about we go out back to the deck. Would you like to take a swim, Randy?

Harry and Tommy sat on the deck and watched Randy's strong tan body and he swam the length of the pool several times. The sun was just setting in a blaze of color, and when Randy got out and walked back toward them, his wet tan skin glistened with a golden brown.

As they watched, Tommy said, "Look at him, Dad. I've dreamed about him so many times. I wish you were his dad. I wish he was my brother and could live with us.

"I do, too, Tommy. But I'm afraid it's not possible.

Just then, Hanoford Dibble next door leaned over the back fence. "Hello there," he said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had guests."

Harry stood up and walked over to Hanoford, motioning for Randy to follow. "I want you to meet Randy Durrand. This is Mr. Dibble, Randy."

"They call me Hanoford, Randy." He couldn't take his eyes off of Randy's sleek swimmer's body and the long soft penis that dangled between his legs. "I didn't realize you knew the Carlsons. I've read all the glowing reports about you in the newspapers. You're quite the star."

"Thank you, Mr. Dibble."

"Harry, I was just going to invite you and Tommy over. I'm alone tonight, and I seem to be a bit horny. If you'd like to come, I'd be pleased to have you bring your guest along."

"Yes," Harry said. "That would be very nice. Shall we come now?"

"Oh, please do. And don't bother dressing." Looking at Randy, he said, "The Carlsons and the Dibbles are very informal."

As they all settled in chairs on Hanoford's pool deck, Tommy said, "Mr. Dibble here was the nice man who introduced me to sex. He's a really good neighbor. My dad had a part in it, too."

Hanoford said, "Yes, it's important that every person recognize and appreciate the beauty of the male of the species. The human male is the most beautiful work of art that God ever created." He looked at Randy's body. "And let me say that you are a magnificent example, young man. Get up and come over to me for a moment."

Randy walked over and stood in front of Hanoford, who ran his hand lightly over the boy's body. "You see the gentle curves here of his fine swimmer's muscles. His strong broad shoulders, his forearms, the nicely rounded breasts and hard little nipples. The ridges of muscle across his stomach, the narrow hips and the firm rounded muscles of each of his buttocks. The clearly visible sinews of his thighs, smooth and hard. His dimpled knees and the lovely shape of his beautiful calves. The sweet, pink asshole of singular beauty."

Hanoford ran his hand over the upper inner thigh until he had Randy's balls nestled in the palm of his hand. "The delicate skin of the scrotum within which two precious jewels are wrapped. The penis, straight and firm with a lovely head that is a delight on the tongue."

Randy's cock was hard. Ropes of blood-gorged veins encircled it.

Hanoford held it in one hand and looked up into Randy's face. "May I taste it? May I revel in having it inside of me?"

Randy's body was obviously shaking with excitement as he stepped closer to Hanoford.

Hanoford first ran the tip of his tongue all around the head, cleaning off the shiny clear semen that was bubbling out of it. Soon, the entire length of the shaft had disappeared into Hanoford's throat.

Both Tommy and his dad sat and watched as they stroked their own cocks, burning with desire for Randy.

Hanoford moved his hand between Randy's legs and up between his ass cheeks.

Randy jumped slightly when he felt a finger pressing on his asshole. He looked down and saw Hanoford's own cock hard and throbbing. He could take no more. There was no stopping it. He felt the muscle at the base of his penis begin to cramp as his orgasm swept through him from his neck down through his toes. He grabbed hold of Hanoford's shoulders to steady himself so his knees would not collapse.

Hanoford swallowed every drop. When he pulled off, he said, "Your hot sperm is sweet and thick, like ambrosia, the food of the Gods."

Tommy felt that he had worked himself into a frenzy that bordered on insanity. All he could think about was that he needed a cock up his ass. He lay on his back on an inflated mat and raised his legs.

"Mr. Dibble, please. Please fuck me. I've got to have that huge cock of yours inside of me."

As Hanoford got down and mounted Tommy, Randy collapsed in a chair and stared with his mouth open as he watched Hanoford's humongous cock disappear into Tommy's rectum.

Hanoford pounded Tommy's little buttocks so hard, the boy kept sliding off the mat.

"Fuck me harder, Mr. Dibble. Faster."

Hanoford knew what Tommy liked and, when he was close, he pulled out and shot stream after stream of his cum onto Tommy's face. While Randy watched, Harry leapt up and cleaned his son's face with his tongue.

Randy looked stunned. "I didn't know a guy could get fucked. That must really hurt."

"It doesn't hurt," Tommy said. "It feels really good. Do you want me to show you?"

"I don't know," Randy said. "I'm not sure. I think I'd really like to have someone cum on my face like Mr. Dibble did to you. That way, I could have Dad . . . your dad lick my face. The idea that a dad would lick his son's face is really something I want."

"I know, Randy. We can do that sometime. But right now, I think you need to know what it's like to get fucked. I'll do it, and I know you'll love it."

"I don't know," Randy said. "I think it's going to hurt."

Randy lay on his back on the mat. As Tommy took hold of Randy's gorgeous legs and raised them, he could hardly believe that he was actually going to fuck that beautiful guy, the most popular boy in school.

When Randy's legs were up, his asshole was in view for everyone.

Hanoford knelt down and peered at it. "This sweet, pink virgin asshole was sent by Heaven. It surely was. Please, Tommy, before you begin, let me lubricate that luscious orifice for you."

Hanoford spread Randy's ass cheeks with his hands and then plunged his face between them. He growled like a hungry bear as he flooded the waiting asshole with his saliva.

Tommy mounted Randy and touched the head of his penis against that pretty asshole.

"Now, Randy, push out like you're trying to take a shit, and my cock will go in much easier that way."

Randy had a scared look on his face as he pushed out. He winced as Tommy's cock head popped in past the sphincter muscle. Then Tommy slowly pushed until the whole length of his cock was inside of Randy's rectum.

"Are you okay, Randy," Tommy asked.

"Yeah. I think so."

"Now I'm going to start fucking you, in and out. Tell me if it hurts and you want me to stop."

Tommy slowly pulled his hard cock out so the head was all that was in. Then he pushed in again, out again, in again, going faster and faster. Randy had his eyes closed, looking as though it was an unexpectedly pleasurable sensation. He opened them again and reached up to pinch Tommy's nipples.

"Are you still okay?"

"Yeah. It feels so good. Fuck me harder, Tommy."

Tommy pulled out all the stops and fucked Randy hard and fast. His excitement was at such a fever pitch, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it. As he started to cum, it wasn't so much the wonderful orgasm, but rather the idea that he was filling up the ass of the handsome star of his school with his own hot cum.

Just as he felt the surges of cum shooting into Randy's ass, Randy's cock erupted with a load of cum that landed on his chin and neck.

Hanoford jumped down and lapped up all the boy's cum while it was still thick and warm At the same time, Harry went for Randy's ass and began sucking out as much of his son's hot sperm as he could.

Once again, although it was the first time he'd been fucked, and although it felt terrific, his mind was mostly on the fact that Tommy's father was sucking on his asshole. 'Oh, God,' he thought. 'Am I really having Dad . . . Tommy's dad sucking cum out of my asshole?'

The whole thing was so impossibly wonderful that Randy almost felt like crying. But he forced himself not to. He loved the fuck he'd just gotten, but what could be better than to have Dad suck on his asshole. It was the ultimate dream of a fatherless boy.

Tommy watched his dad working away on Randy's asshole. To see that great kid whom everyone admired giving himself so entirely to him and his dad overwhelmed him.

It was soon time when Randy was expected home. They walked back, still naked, to Tommy's house. Randy was dispirited.

"If I thought I could get away with it," Randy said, "I would never go home. I'd stay right here with you." He threw his arms around Harry, and his tears once again began to flow. "If only there was some way I could stay here. She uses me as her slave. I got a part-time job on weekends loading trucks at a furniture warehouse. It's the only way I can avoid spending at least two full days with her. I hate her. God, Mr. Carlson, I wish you could be my dad."

After Randy left, Tommy and his dad lay in bed with their arms around each other.

"Why can't Randy come and life with us?" Tommy asked.

"You know why, Tommy. He already has a home and needs to stay with his mother. When he graduates from high school and is eighteen, he can decide on his own whether or not to stay there."

"Then do you think he can live with us?"

"Maybe."

"I never thought in a hundred years I'd ever have a chance to fuck Randy. He always seemed so far out of my league."

"Well, Tommy, you never know completely what goes on with other guys. I had an English teacher once who I thought was a God. I had him on a pedestal. Totally beyond me in every way. He liked my writing in class and asked me to his home to see a manuscript he'd written. We didn't look at his manuscript, but we spend about two hours fucking and sucking each other. God, did that fucker like to get his ass fucked. So you never know about people. . . what's going on inside of them."

"Was he the first guy you fucked, Dad?"

"No, actually the first guy I fucked was old Grandpa Carlson. And he was the first one who fucked me. He told me never to tell my dad, his son. And I never did.

The next morning, Hanoford Dibble called just as Harry was about to leave for work.

"Harry, I just spent thirty minutes fucking the shit out of that young mailman we now have on our route. I think he's now on his way to your mailbox. You might want to see what you can do with him. He's a hot mother-fucker."

"Thanks, Hanoford. I'm on my way out. I don't want to be late. But Tommy will be here.

When the mailman came to the door, Tommy opened it. He was dressed only in his jockey shorts.

"Hi. Why don't you come in for a few minutes. I have some questions about postal regulations.

The mailman looked quickly up and down the street and then stepped inside.

"Sit down here on the sofa with me. My name's Tommy Carlson. And you?"

"My name's Al."

Tommy could see that Al was looking at his cock head that was peeking out of the slit in his shorts. "I hope you don't mind my sitting here in my shorts. I was just getting ready to take a shower."

"No, no. That's good. I mean that's fine. That's okay."

"Do you have trouble with your shorts like this? Whenever I get a hard-on my cock wants to poke out like this."

"Oh, yeah. I have that problem."

"Well," Tommy said, "I might as well take them off. They bother me when they do that."

Tommy stood up and pulled off his shorts. "Wow, that feels better. Would you mind coming upstairs with me to the bathroom so I can ask you my questions while I'm taking my shower?

"Uh, no."

The mailman put down the toilet seat and sat on it while Tommy got into the shower. He kept the shower door open and started lathering up. The mailman's eyes bugged out as he started to rub his own bulge.

"Gosh. Look at that," Tommy said. "Every time I wash my cock, it gets hard. I guess I'd better take care of that. I suppose you never get hard in the shower."

"Oh, yes. I do."

"I never like jerking off alone. My dad and I always jerk each other off."

"You do?" The mailman started squirming.

"I hate to ask you, but would you mind jerking me off?"

"Uh . . . no." The mailman stood up and stepped to the shower.

"You can't do it from out there. I think you better strip your clothes off and get in here with me."

The mailman ripped his clothes off in seconds and jumped into the shower. He was hard as steel. Instead of taking Tommy's penis in his hand, he fell to his knees and took the full length of the boy's cock into his mouth. Grabbing Tommy's ass cheeks in his hands, he sucked fast and furiously as the water poured down on him. Tommy put his hands on the young man's head and ran his fingers through his thick blond hair. It took him only a minute to blast his cum into the mailman's throat.

When he was through, the mailman picked Tommy up in his strong arms and laid him down on the floor of the shower. He thrust the boy's legs up against his chest and, like a wild animal, rammed his blazing cock up his ass.

As he fucked, he said, "Never fucked a boy before. I thought you'd have a pretty tight asshole. But I can see you keep it wide open for business. You must have had a lot of fuckin' cocks up this hole."

After he blasted his cum up Tommy's hole, he said, "I wanna fuck your little ass again sometime. Maybe tomorrow?"

"Maybe," Tommy said. "Tomorrow, you can fuck both my dad and me."

"Huh? What you talking about?"

"My dad will be home all morning. You're a really good fucker. He'll love that fat cock of yours up his ass. But if you fuck him, he's going to want to fuck you, too."

"Sounds good to me. See you tomorrow."

After the mailman left, Hanoford Dibble came to the door. "Well, what did you think, Tommy?"

"Well, the guy's got one of the fattest and longest cocks I've ever seen. Of course I haven't seen that many . . . yet. He really gave me a good fuck and a blow job. We were in the shower together."

"Shit, how did you manage that? I took him on the living room floor just inside the door. While I'm here, I want to ask you if you and your dad would like to go up to my lake cabin next weekend. And bring along that gorgeous Randy. I could gnaw on and bathe his sweet body with my tongue all night."

"I'll talk to my dad about it."

Hanoford suddenly took Tommy in his arms. "God, I can't keep my hands off you, boy." He reached down and cupped Tommy's balls. "You got any cum left in them balls for a starving old cum-slut like me"

"I think so. Come on upstairs where we can be comfortable."
 

The End.