Kitchen Butt Bang 2

(M/t/b, Anal)

From Part 1:

As I came back down to earth, I could hear a worried voice coming from the phone. David was asking if Garrett was all right. I allowed Garrett’s feet to slip from my shoulders to settle around my waist. They immediately encircled my waist and tried to lock behind me. Garrett was trying to hold me inside him. The little slut wanted more. I quickly realized that Garrett was more than one man, or one teen could satisfy. But if a man and a teen worked together, it could be achieved. An idea dawned in my head. I reached over and punched the button activating the speakerphone and hanging up the receiver.

Part 2

“Hello David,” I said silkily into the speaker. “It’s Garrett’s dad.”

I could hear a frantic sputtering and I knew that he was thinking about how truly fucked he was. I knew he was wondering what Juvie Hall was like. Not being a sadist, I let the poor kid off the hook quickly.

“I just wanted you to know that I’m making good use of the present you gave me.”

There was a brief pause on the other end.

“What present is that, sir?” David said, confusion in his voice.

I looked down and saw that at the sound of David’s voice on the speaker that my son turned his head so that his face was close to the speaker. I drew my hips back slightly and suddenly drove my still erect cock back to its full depth in one hard thrust. Garrett’s reaction was as I desired.

“UNGH!” he lamented.

“Gar-bear?” David said nervously. “What’s going on?”

I laughed out loud. “Why right now he on his back on top of the kitchen table with 9 inches of daddy cock stuffed up the bottom that you so kindly opened for me.”

“Gar-bear?” David said again. “That true?”

I gave my son 10 good quick, hard thrusts, causing various grunts and whimpers.

“Does that answer your question?” I asked.

“Holy fuck!” the teen exclaimed. “That is soo hot.”

I could hear a low, sound that told me that David had wrapped his hand around his cock and had started to jerk off to the idea that I was at that moment possessing my own son.

“Hey David,” I said. “Wanna come over and play?”

There was almost an instantaneous click as David hung up. And Garrett got the biggest grin on his face. But then he got a serious look on his face and I felt his heels dig into my butt as his hips thrust slightly against my groin, indicating his desire for less talkee and more fuckee. It was a desire I was glad to start to fulfill. So I began to work him slowly. Not trying to bring him off but merely trying to keep him on the build up to another climax.

I did that until I heard the door open and David come in. I heard the whisper of fabric as he shucked his clothes and approached the table. I pulled back and out of Garrett’s ass, gesturing for David to take my place. Garrett’s cry of disappointment was followed by a purr of contentment as his teen lover joined with him again. David leaned forward to share a kiss with Garrett and that was when I made my move. While David had been slowly entering my son I had squirted a bit of lube on my index finger. When David leaned over, parting his buttocks, I quickly slid my finger inside him.

“You’re pretty pliable back here, David,” I said. “You’ve been fucked before, haven’t you?”

“YES!” he hissed as my finger touched his special place.

I had a sudden inspiration. “Yes what, David?” I asked.

There was a pause and then David spoke in a quiet voice. “Yes, daddy,” he said.

Bingo! I thought. David had a daddy fetish. “You want daddy to put his cock in you David?”

“Please daddy!” David said in a pleading voice.

Without another word I removed my finger and assumed the position behind David. I pushed his shoulders forward and down so that his ass came up to the proper level and I sank my daddy dick into my second boy pussy of the day, this one not as tight but still exquisite. David sighed as I possessed him fully and began to thrust into his bowels. It took some effort but we got a solid rhythm going, my cock stabbing into David and his stabbing into Garrett. And I must say that if having one boy call you daddy during sex is hot, having two boys do it is uberhot.

David came first and to my surprise, Garrett wiggled out from underneath his teen lover, complaining that he was feeling squished. That opened the door for me to truly work my magic on David. I pulled my cock from his depths and placed him on the table, exactly where Garrett had been a moment before. His legs instinctively found my waist and he gasped as I slammed my cock back into him. I will admit that I was much rougher with David that I had been with Garrett, figuring that a 15 year old is more amenable to rough sex than an 11 year old (I later found out that wasn’t true).

My hands found David’s waist and I began to pull him hard back against me as I drove forward and I felt his heels digging into my back where he’d linked them together, preventing me from pulling away from him even if I had wanted to. David kept calling me daddy and begging for me to fuck him harder and faster. And from the way he said it, I had no doubt that he had experience saying those words before.

There were no other conscious thoughts as I let myself go and so did David. Our bodies were slamming together as hard as they could, me using him and him using me. We had descended to the place where we were just acting on the animal instinct. David was consumed by the need that gay boys and teens have to take a man’s cock hard and deep into their rectums and I was taken by the man’s need to bury his cock hard and fast into a tight warm hole.

With our level of lust and the power of our coupling, neither one of us could last very long.

“DADDY! I’M CUMMING! DAAADDDYYYYY!”

That was David’s cry as his teen rod bucked and twitched, coating our middles with his hot goo. The rhythmic and orgasmic spasms of his anus and rectum caused me to coat his insides with my sperm. I was actually surprised that I shot as much as I did. The last time I’d had two powerful orgasms so close in time to one another had been when I was David’s age on the last night I had been with Jason.

I opened my eyes and was shocked to see David crying. I hope that my lack of description of David doesn’t leave you with the impression that he was some kind of pansy. David was in fact a very stocky and solid boy, the starting fullback for his Varsity football team. This was a tough kid. So it was a surprise to see the tears running from his icy blue eyes.

“Are you all right?” I asked with concern in my voice.

“Oh I’m more than all right, Mr. Wilson. I never thought I’d ever feel this good again,” he said, his voice sounding fairly happy, yet with an underlying note of deep sadness.

I pulled my cock from his depths and called for Garrett to bring one of the large bath towels into the TV room. When my son handed me the towel, I spread it over the couch to soak up any semen that might leak out of the two boys before their anuses returned to normal. I gestured for the boys to sit and then I joined them. David was in the middle with Garrett and I one either side.

“You seem sad, David,” I observed.

“Oh Mr. Wilson,” he sobbed and then he couldn’t speak any more.

I knew that Garrett’s default response would be to try and stop David’s tears, so I stopped him, telling him gently that David needed to cry it out. Finally, the muscular teen calmed down and told us his story. He talked of being attracted to his father and then of the wonderful night that his father had introduced him to the pleasure that occurs when a father loves a son with his cock. He had been only 7 years old, he said but he never regretted it.

Then he spoke of the inevitable occurrence of his mom coming home early one day to find them in mid fuck. David had been Garrett’s age. Despite David’s pleas, the mother was made of stone and made sure that the father went to prison for life. But that didn’t stop her from resenting David and mistreating him. And then she married a guy that was extremely homophobic and she wasted no time in telling the guy about David, so he made David’s life hell as well.

David talked of the intense loneliness and longing for a man to possess him as his father had. He admitted that he’d had a series of one night stands starting at age 11 and going until he met Garrett. He said that none of the men satisfied his longing because they were only interested in fucking, none had truly loved him the way his daddy had. He said that meeting Garrett was the first ray of sunshine in his life since his dad went to prison.

“I’d messed around with some of the other boys in the neighborhood,” David said. “Most of them were into it, but again they were just looking to get off so it was just handjobs and blowjobs. But then there was one kid that I sucked off who decided that he didn’t care for the experience and began to shoot off his mouth about it. Well, Garrett decided that what the kid had done was wrong, so he thumped him.”

I looked over at my son who looked sheepish, until he saw I wasn’t mad.

“For a couple of days after that, I would find Garrett looking at me with a look that said he was speculating about something, weighing something on his mind. Then came a day when none of the other guys were around and Garrett asked me if it was true what the boy had said that I was gay. I said it was and before I could stop myself, I told him the whole story. And when I was done, Garrett had an erection and he asked me if I’d fool around with him.”

Garrett colored at that revelation, but I again remained silent until David was finished.

“From the very first time I touched him, I knew that this was going to be more than fooling around. As strange as it sounds, I knew I was falling in love with Garrett and as we tried new things together, I fell for him more. Then came the day when Garrett asked me if I’d really make love to him,” David paused as if reliving the day. “It was the strangest thing. As soon as I saw him laying there on my bed, naked except for those Rugrats socks with his legs in the air so I could see his hole, I was torn between the desire to make it good for him and the desire to just slam my cock up his ass and fuck him silly. Does that sound weird?”

“No, David,” I said. “I’ve felt that a time or two myself.”

He nodded then continued, “When I first put it in him, it was like the greatest thing I’ve ever felt. But when I started sliding in and out and realized that he loved it as much as I did, made it even better. That was when I was sure I loved Garrett and he loved me back. The next two weeks were the happiest I can ever remember since my dad. Garrett and I just couldn’t get enough of each other and if we were together, my dick was inside him. Until you found out and stopped us.”

“I’m sorry David,” I said. “I just didn’t understand because I had forgotten what it was like to be 15 and to love a younger boy.

I told the boys of Jason and how my feelings for the 7 year old were like David’s for Garrett and of the morning we had been caught and of the treatment I had to take and that had caused me to forget who and what I truly was.

David became a frequent visitor at our house after that afternoon and the time was always spent making love with either myself or Garrett or both of us. Garrett and I were careful to try to give David what he needed. Sometimes that meant that David needed to be alone with Garrett and sometimes alone with me. The greatest thing was the day I had arranged to take David to see his father in prison. David was walking on air as he left the prison, knowing that his dad was okay and still loved him.

However, David’s life shattered about 3 months later. I arrived home from work to find Garret frantically trying to console an inconsolable David. I quickly took the newly 16 year old into my arms and rocked him gently until he calmed enough to tell us what had happened.

There had been a new inmate come in that hated child molesters. Apparently his father hadn’t been like me or like David’s dad. We made love to our sons because the boys wanted us to. This guy’s daddy just decided that it was happening no matter what. So he raped the boy. Well, this new inmate found out about David’s dad and why he was there. He made himself a shank and in the cafeteria line he walked up to David’s dad and had slit his throat as well as filling him full of holes before any of the guards intervened. David’s dad was dead before he hit the floor.

When David had heard the news, he had freaked. He snapped on his mother, telling her that he hated her for destroying his life. He said that she had been so worried about saving him and protecting him that she didn’t ask herself if he really wanted to be saved and protected. He said it was her fault that his dad was dead because she wouldn’t listen.

Stepdaddy dearest’s response was to knock David on his ass and to tell him to get his little faggot ass out of the house. David had put a bag together and ran over to the house.

“Are they still home?” I asked.

“Yeah,” David said. “Why?”

“Because I’m going over there to get the rest of your shit,” I said menacingly.

I climbed in the car and drove to David’s house. I rang the doorbell and when David’s mom answered the door I told her who I was, and I was there to get the rest of David’s stuff. The stepfather heard that and said that I wasn’t getting near the faggot’s stuff. I gestured for the mother to move out of the way. When she did, I strode past her and went into the room where the jackass was standing. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and I told him that if I heard him call David that name again he’d be picking his teeth off the floor. I reminded him that I wasn’t a 16 year old and so he likely wouldn’t knock me down as he had David, which I reminded him was still a crime.

BY that time the mother entered the room and I told her flat out what I wanted. She started to protest but I stopped her by informing her that David could tell a story filled with enough abuse and neglect that I could get custody of David, if she forced me too. I told her my lawyer would be in touch the next day with guardianship papers. I then went upstairs and started to carry David’s belongings out to the car.

The next day, my lawyer called David’s mother and she agreed to sign the guardianship papers. I presented them to David that night and told him that he never had to worry about his mom and stepfather again and that he could consider me his father and Garrett as his little brother.

After David moved in, things slowly changed between all of us. David and Garrett became exclusive with each other and both boys started treating me more as dad, rather than lover. We sometimes fooled around but it didn’t happen often. But before you feel sorry for me, I need to tell you that I was kept busy with a very precocious and eager 9 year old boy that loved cock. So, although it’s cliché, everyone lived happily ever after.