MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND

-- SATURDAY --

"Hurry up, Davey," Dad ordered as he walked past my bedroom door. "I want
to get on the road."

"Be right there," I said as I finished shoving some clothes in my gym
bag. I was barely awake, but I was almost as excited as Dad seemed to be
with the start of this long weekend. I grabbed my supply of lube from my
nightstand, added it to the other things in my bag, and hurried off to
catch up with Dad.

"You promise you'll be back tomorrow evening?" Mom asked as Dad and I
passed through the kitchen.

"Guaranteed," Dad assured her. He gave her a quick kiss and headed into the
garage.

"I want you to clean up the yard when you get home, Davey," Mom
added. "We're not throwing a picnic on Monday in an overgrown yard."

"Okay," I agreed as I followed Dad into the garage. He already had the car
started and the garage door open by the time I threw my bag in the back of
the car and climbed into the passenger seat. "Does Mr. Fisher know we're
coming?" I asked as I buckled up.

"He's got our favorite campsite all set up for us," Dad assured me.

"Drive safely," Mom called from the kitchen door.

"I will," Dad called as he backed out of the garage.

"Think you can drive safely while I'm sucking your cock?" I asked with a
laugh.

"We can certainly test that out," Dad said with a grin, and then he added,
"After we get out of your mother's sight." Mom was standing at the garage
door and waving. Dad and I returned the wave with innocent smiles as Dad
drove off down the street.

*****

By the time we reached Mr. Fisher's land, I already had two loads of Dad's
cum in my stomach and I was working on a third. His cock had recovered to
its full thick hardness, but his staying power increased with every
load. That was fine with me, because what I really wanted to do as soon as
possible was to get fucked by Dad, and the longer he lasted, the better.

"Okay, Son," Dad said, patting me on the head, "let's get the tent set up
and give my balls a chance to recover and produce a new load."

I gave his delicious dick another slurping suck before letting it fall out
of my mouth. "Okay, but it better be fast. I want that dick in my ass as
soon as possible," I informed him as I climbed out of the car.

"Don't worry, you'll get all you can handle."

"Promises, promises," I laughed as we unloaded the tent and began to set it
up.

*****

"Oh fuck me, Daddy," I moaned.

"What do you think I've been doing?" Dad grunted with a laugh as his cock
slowly snaked in and out of my tired but very satisfied ass.

"Making me a very happy son," I sighed. "Please keep it up." I was on my
stomach on the floor of the tent. My legs were spread wide apart, and Dad
filled the space perfectly. As he worked his hard cock into and out of my
ass, he forced me to grind my cock into my sleeping bag. I could feel the
heat of his furry chest hovering over my back. I groaned every time he
lowered his body slightly and the damp hair brushed across my skin.

"I'm trying, but you don't know how good your ass makes my cock feel. I'm
not sure how much more of this it can take." He lowered his sweaty forehead
and wiped it on my back, right between my shoulder blades.

"Oh god," I groaned as Dad relaxed his arms to lower his body firmly onto
mine and I was overwhelmed by the heat of his burning flesh.

"I'm gonna cum, Son," he groaned in my ear as his hips began to force his
swelling cock deeper inside of me.

"Fill me, Dad," I managed to whisper under the weight. "Cum in me."

"OH, SON!" he roared in my ear as he thrust his cock sharply into my
ass. "Oh, Davey, Davey, Davey, my Davey," he groaned as his entire body
began to convulse.

"Cum, Dad, cum!"

"OH FUCK!" he roared in my ear again, and then all I could hear were the
quick sharp panting breaths as I knew my ass was being filled with my own
dad's cum. He began kissing my back with short urgent kisses.

"Cum for me, Dad," I encouraged him.

"Oh, Davey," he hissed between jagged breaths. His entire body spasmed on
top of me, and he gave out a final guttural groan of complete satisfaction
before letting his body go limp on top of me.

"Gotta breathe, Dad," I moaned.

"Sorry about that," Dad laughed as he rolled off of me. I was sorry to feel
his cock sliding out of my asshole, but I was glad to be able to breathe
freely again.

"That felt so good," I assured Dad as I laid my head on his chest and began
to run my fingers through the hair that covered it.

"Sure did," he agreed. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I replied, slowly humping my still-hard cock against his hip.

"Want me to do something about that?"

"Not just yet?"

"I think he's waiting for you to recover enough to take it up the ass," a
laughing voice observed.

Dad and I looked up and saw Henry Fisher standing in the tent
opening. "Well, if it isn't Fucking Fisher," Dad laughed. "What took you so
long to get here?"

"I had some chores to finish before I could come check on my camping
tenants. Or, I guess I should say 'before I could check on my cumming
camping tenants.'"

"Hey, Mr. Fisher," I said casually. "Glad you could join us."

"Hey, Davey," he replied. "Glad you could make it up here again. Would
anyone like a beer while you're recovering?" He hauled a cooler into the
tent and opened it to reveal a more than adequate supply of iced beer.

"Don't mind if I do," Dad said, reaching in to grab one for
himself. "Mmmm," he sighed as he rolled the cold wet can across his
sweating chest.

"Davey?" Mr. Fisher asked, taking a can and holding it out toward me.

"Dad?" I asked.

"I think you've earned it," Dad laughed as he popped open his own beer and
took a swig.

"Thanks," I said to Mr. Fisher as I took the can, opened it, and took my
own swig. "Oh yeah," I sighed.

"Mind if I join you?" Mr. Fisher asked.

"Make yourself comfortable," Dad said. "You're the landlord."

"What's ours is yours," I laughed.

"I hope so." Mr. Fisher gave me a wink and began to undress. "That's
better," he added when he was finally naked. He stretched out beside us and
opened his own can of beer. As he took a swig with one hand, he reached
down and started stroking his soft cock with the other hand. It didn't stay
soft for long, and I suddenly realized that I'd put down my beer and was
stroking Dad's cock in sync with Mr. Fisher's stroking of his own cock.

"So how's life been treating you?" Dad asked casually.

"Same old shit," Mr. Fisher replied, and they settled into a casual
conversation. Someone just listening would never have known that one of the
conversationalists was stroking his own cock and the other was having his
cock stroked by his son.

*****

Several beers later, Mr. Fisher was still absently stroking his hard cock
while he talked. I had slid down so I was casually sucking on the spongy
head of Dad's softened cock and gently rolling his hairy balls in my
palm. I was also enjoying the sweet taste of Dad's occasional drop of
precum.

"Damn, I hate this holiday," Mr. Fisher muttered after there had been a
prolonged silence.

"Why's that?" Dad asked.

"It just reminds me of everyone I've lost," Mr. Fisher replied before
emptying the beer can in his hand and opening another one.

"I can see that," Dad replied, gently running his hands through my hair.

"Who have you lost?" I asked, lifting my head from Dad's crotch. My
question was probably too bluntly, since Dad smacked me hard on the top of
my head.

"My dad in the first Iraq war and my brother in the second," Mr. Fisher
answered, and then he guzzled the entire can of beer and opened yet another
one.

"Oh," I said, sorry that I'd asked. I returned to pleasuring Dad's dick and
balls.

"Don't you think you've had enough, Henry?" Dad asked with honest concern.

"As they say," Mr. Fisher replied without any emotion, "one's too many and
a dozen ain't enough. It's been so lonely here without them."

"I sure don't know what I'd do without Davey," Dad said softly as he
returned to stroking my hair gently.

"Having you two here reminds me of the old days," Mr. Fisher said. "We used
to be as close as three peas in a pod. Just like you two."

"You mean...?" I started with surprised. Before I could finish, Dad gave me
another warning tap on my head, so I just went back to sucking on Dad's
cock and let Mr. Fisher continue after he finished yet another beer and
started the next.

"My dad had the biggest cock I'd ever seen," Mr. Fisher finally
continued. "I used to stare at that thing whenever we were out doing chores
together and he had to take a leak. I fantasized about that thing for
years. I didn't know I'd ever get my hands and mouth...and ass on it one
day."

"But you did," Dad prompted gently after another prolonged silence.

"I sure did," Mr. Fisher chuckled, with a grin that countered his current
maudlin mood. "Right here in this camping spot. I begged him to sleep out
side here one night, and he agreed. He didn't know I was going to wake up
with the nerve to start sucking his cock in the middle of the night. He
woke up right before he started shooting my mouth full of cum."

"That must have been a surprise for him," Dad laughed.

"A pleasant one," Mr. Fisher chuckled again. "Oh, he was pissed at me to
begin with, after his orgasm finished, but when I convinced him it was
really what I wanted and that I enjoyed the taste of his cum, he
relaxed. He just made me promise it was our secret, and then he asked if I
wanted to try getting fucked as well."

"Let me guess," Dad said, "the answer was a yes."

"Yep," Mr. Fisher replied. "I thought I was going to die by the time he got
that monster into my ass, but he took his time and finally was able to make
it worth the ride."

"Not his first time, then?" Dad asked softly.

"I don't know," Mr. Fisher said with a look of surprise. "I never thought
about it, and I never asked. I just enjoyed being loved by my dad. After
that, we started having regular campouts. Mom was glad that we were
spending quality time together. She never knew just how good the quality
was."

"Sounds like the two of you had a great relationship," Dad prompted after
another silence.

"Sure did. We did everything together after that. Not just sex, but there
was plenty of that too. In fact, we came here to make love one final time
before he shipped out." Mr. Fisher sobbed, and I looked up to see tears
running down his cheeks.

Dad waited until Mr. Fisher wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and
emptied yet another beer can. Finally, Dad said softly, "And your brother?"

Mr. Fisher let out a loud laugh and then said, "Oh, Bruce and I were
fucking each other from the time we both discovered our cocks could shoot
cum. If we hadn't perfected our sucking technique on each other, I never
would have had the nerve to try Dad's cock."

"Did the three of you...?" Dad asked, leaving the question unfinished but
obvious.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Fisher confirmed with a grin. "Bruce and I let Dad think he
surprised us fucking out here one time, but we'd planned the whole
thing. He started yelling at my brother, who just stayed there with his
cock in my ass."

"Damn," my dad said, shaking his head with a grin.

"I started laughing," Mr. Fisher continued, "and told Dad to calm down and
stop ruining the fun. I even said he could join in if he wanted. Dad looked
shocked at my indiscretion until Bruce said it was about time he got to
have Dad's cock in his ass. He said it wasn't fair that I was the only one
getting to enjoy it. Dad's fury turned to laughter in an instant at that
point. He was naked in a flash and had his dick buried in my brother's ass
before Bruce had a chance to change his mind. Not that he ever would have,"
Mr. Fisher added with a laugh. "We made love out here one final time before
he shipped out too. Damn, I miss them," he said after using the back of his
hand to wipe more tears away from his cheek.

Without really thinking, I released my dad's cock and balls. I then climbed
across his body and kneeled beside Mr. Fisher, who was just staring at the
beer can in his hand. I looked over at Dad, and he gave me an encouraging
nod with a gleam of pride in his eyes. "Go ahead, Son," he mouthed
silently.

I wrapped my arms around Mr. Fisher, and he let his head fall on my
shoulder. I patted his back gently, and he suddenly burst into a flood of
sobs. He wrapped his arms around me and clutched me so tight that I could
hardly breathe. "Oh, Bruce, I've missed you so much," he mumbled into my
neck.

"I've missed you too, Henry" I said softly. I looked at Dad, and he nodded
his continued approval.

"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce," Mr. Fisher sobbed as he finally put down the beer
can and took my face in his hands. He covered my face with fast, urgent
kisses until his lips finally came to rest on my lips and his forehead
pressed against mine. "I love you," he whispered. His tongue parted my lips
and I relaxed my mouth to grant him admission.

As our tongues danced and our saliva mingled, Mr. Fisher gently laid me
down on my back and spread out on top of me. I could feel his hard cock
pressing against my own stiff dick. The hair on his balls made the skin of
my thighs tingle. He finally broke the kiss and continued to cover my
throat and chest with kisses. He even sucked on my nipples like a baby who
had been deprived of the teat for too long. I ran my fingers through his
thick hair and held his lips firmly against my skin.

"What about me, Son?" Dad asked softly.

Before I could reply, Mr. Fisher turned his head to the side. I could feel
his wet, tear-stained cheeks on my skin as he whispered, "I've missed you
too, Dad. I've missed you both so much."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad move toward us, wrap his arms around
Mr. Fisher, and rest his cheek on Mr. Fisher's back. "We've missed you too,
Son," Dad whispered, and Mr. Fisher responded with another series of
gut-wrenching sobs.

"Oh, Bruce," Mr. Fisher whispered before he began grinding his cock against
mine and resumed sucking on my nipple.

I gently rubbed the back of his head and met my dad's gaze. I gave him a
smile as I tried to fight tears of my own. "Fuck him," I mouthed
silently. Dad nodded his agreement and moved around to get between our
legs. We lost eye contact when Dad lowered his head, but I didn't have to
see what was going on to know what was going on.

"Oh yes, Dad," Mr. Fisher groaned. "Eat my ass. Your tongue always feels so
good inside me, Dad, but not as good as your cock. Give me your cock,
Dad. I need it so bad. It's been too long."

"It sure has, Son," my dad replied softly, as he lifted his head and
shifted into position behind Mr. Fisher, who gave a sudden groan that meant
he'd felt my dad's cock seeking entrance.

"Fuck me, Dad," Mr. Fisher sighed. "Please, Dad, fuck me."

"Relax, Son," my dad said soothingly.

"Oh yes," Mr. Fisher groaned, and I knew Dad's cock was slowly making its
way into Mr. Fisher's drunk ass. "Damn, that feels good. Fill my ass with
your cock, Dad. Take me all the way."

"Do you want to fuck me while Dad fucks you, Henry?" I asked.

"Yes, Bruce. Yes, yes, oh yes," Mr. Fisher mumbled frantically and almost
incoherently.

"Just a second," I said softly. Mr. Fisher lifted his weight off of me, and
I managed to roll over on my stomach. I worked up as much saliva as I could
and spit it all into the palm of my hand. I reached back under my own
dangling cock and balls and began to work the saliva into my asshole to get
me somewhat ready for Mr. Fisher's cock.

"Are you okay, Son?" Dad asked, making sure I was really okay with being
part of Mr. Fisher's drunken fantasy.

"I'll be more than okay, Dad," I replied, "as soon as I have Henry's cock
in my ass again. I've needed this fuck for a long time."

"Me too," Dad agreed.

"Oh god, me too," Mr. Fisher groaned as he pressed his cock against my rear
entrance.

"Yes!" I screamed as Mr. Fisher's cock popped into my asshole and sank
balls-deep in one swift motion. I panted rapidly, and Mr. Fisher paused to
let me recover from the sudden invasion.

"You okay, Bruce?" Mr. Fisher asked nervously.

"Fine, Henry, fine," I panted. "I forgot how big your hot cock is."

"You never complained before," Mr. Fisher laughed.

"Who's complaining?" I replied with a laugh.

"Not me," Mr. Fisher replied.

"Are you just going to talk, Henry, or are you gonna fuck your brother's
ass?" I asked as I flexed my ass muscles on Mr. Fisher's cock.

"Fuck you, brother. Definitely fuck you," Mr. Fisher mumbled as he pulled
his cock out of my ass and forced his own ass back onto my dad's cock.

"That's it, boys," Dad said. "Let's get this fucking machine in motion."

"You've got it, Dad," Mr. Fisher said as he sank his raging cock deep into
my ass and pulled it out swiftly to set up an urgent fucking rhythm.

"Oh yeah," my dad sighed as Mr. Fisher's ass pleasured his cock.

"Oh yeah," I agreed as Mr. Fisher's cock plunged in to pleasure my ass.

"Oh yeah," Mr. Fisher agreed as he was feeling the true pleasure of
simultaneously giving and receiving cock. "I love you, Dad. I love you,
Bruce."

"We love you too, Son," my dad replied.

"You're the best fucking brother ever," I added.

"I've missed you, Bruce," Mr. Fisher said again. I felt tears falling on my
back as Mr. Fisher sobbed again, but there was no stopping his fucking
action. I was loving the sensation of being filled by his cock and having
his balls dragged back and forth over my thighs. I shivered with pleasure
when I felt Mr. Fisher's tongue trail across my back and lick up his own
tears.

"Damn, your ass is as tight as ever," my Dad said, in an attempt to lighten
the mood.

"What do you expect, with a cock as big as yours in it?" Mr. Fisher replied
with a combined sob and laugh.

"Take it, Son, take your daddy's cock," my dad ordered Mr. Fisher.

"Oh yes, Daddy, fuck me. I'm all yours," Mr. Fisher replied as he slammed
his own cock in and out of my own grasping asshole.

"I'm gonna fill your ass with the cum that made you," Dad moaned.

"Yes, Dad, yes," Mr. Fisher groaned. "Give me your cum. Fill my ass with
cum while I fill Bruce's ass. Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me."

"Get ready, Boys. I'm near shooting."

"Cum, Dad!" I screamed. "Fill Henry's ass good!"

"Yeah, give it to me, Dad!" Henry bellowed.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING BOYS!" Dad yelled.

"ME TOO!" Mr. Fisher yelled back.

I screamed, "ME TOO!"

"FUCK!" Mr. Fisher roared as his cock began to pulse in my ass and unleash
a flood of cum to fill my hole.

"OH, SON!" Dad groaned, and I knew he was filling Mr. Fisher's ass with his
own load of thick, hot daddy cum.

"OH, HENRY!" I bellowed as my ass clamped down on Mr. Fisher's cock and my
own load of cum began to spew out underneath me. My body shook with extreme
pleasure and I drove my cock through the pool of my cum and forced my ass
back onto Mr. Fisher's cock.

"Oh, Bruce," Mr. Fisher whispered softly as he lowered his body onto mine
and began to cover my hair with soft kisses.

"That's my boy," Dad said softly, and I knew he was talking to
Mr. Fisher. "It's definitely been too long, Son."

"Hold me," Mr. Fisher said softly. I felt Dad's weight added to
Mr. Fisher's weight already on my back, and I almost panicked, but after a
brief instant, I felt all of that weight shift to the side as we rolled
over and became three cock-connected spoons.

Mr. Fisher wrapped his arms around me and held me in a tight embrace. I
could feel Dad's arms against my back as he took Mr. Fisher into a similar
embrace. We remained motionless, with Dad's cock still inside Mr. Fisher
and Mr. Fisher's cock still inside of me. Mr. Fisher inhaled deeply and let
out a shuddering, contented sigh.

After only a few minutes, Mr. Fisher's breathing settled into a steady
shallow rate that indicated he was asleep. I closed my eyes and joined
him. When I woke up later, Mr. Fisher was gone, so I just cuddled up in my
own dad's arms. "I'm proud of you, Son," Dad murmured softly.

"I'm proud of you too, Dad," I replied as I felt his cock begin to stiffen.


-- SUNDAY --

Just as our car emerged from the forest and we were pulling onto the main
road, Mr. Fisher drove up from the opposite direction. As Mr. Fisher came
to a stop, both he and Dad rolled down their windows.

"Going so soon?" Mr. Fisher asked casually.

"Gotta get home and help prepare for the party tomorrow," Dad said with a
hint of regret.

"Well, come back soon," Mr. Fisher replied.

"Oh, we will," I called out.

"Or you can come see us," Dad offered. "You know the address. And it'll be
a big party. One more guest wouldn't be a problem."

"We'll see," Mr. Fisher said, looking away. We sat there, motionless and
silent, for several seconds. Mr. Fisher finally looked back over at Dad and
me, and then he looked away. After a few more seconds, Mr. Fisher said,
"Thanks." Without looking at us again, he quickly put his truck in gear and
spun out to make a quick departure.

It was clear that the thanks weren't for the party invitation. I took Dad's
hand in mine and kissed the back of it. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Son," he replied, pulling our hands toward him so he could
kiss me on the back of the hand in return. He released my hand long enough
to put the car in gear, but once we were moving, he twined his fingers into
mine and didn't let go until we got home.

*****

The Matinez Lawn Services truck was parked on the street in front of our
house when we finally got home. The moment I saw it, my cock jumped in my
pants. I couldn't help thinking about the threeway I'd had with Jose
Martinez and Grandpa a couple weeks earlier.

"Looks like your mom decided not to count on you getting home in time to
clean up the yard," Dad laughed as he pulled the car into the garage.

"Guess not," I agreed, as I quickly got out of the car, grabbed my bag, and
headed into the kitchen.

"What's the hurry?" Dad laughed.

It dawned on me that I hadn't told Dad about the threeway with Jose, but
since Mom was standing there in the kitchen to greet us, I really couldn't
fill him in at that point.

"Welcome home," Mom said, giving us each a quick hug.

"What's with the lawn services?" Dad asked, as he got a glass and filled it
with cold water from the refrigerator.

"I figured you two would be tired after your camping trip, and Grandpa
recommended the services of Jose Martinez."

I gave a nervous cough, and Dad looked at me. He raised an eyebrow slightly
and said, "Oh, did he?"

"He doesn't charge much either," Mom continued obliviously, "considering
that he's already mowed the lawn and is now trimming the trees out back."

"Why don't you go see if he needs any help, Davey?" Dad asked. "Give your
mom and me some time to get re-acquainted," he added before giving Mom a
huge kiss and groping her ass.

"Shawn!" Mom objected with a laugh.

"Get a room!" I said with my own laugh while wishing is was me he was
groping again.

"We will," Dad replied with a wink as he took Mom by the hand and led her
out of the kitchen.

I looked out the back window and saw Jose out trimming the trees like Mom
had said. I paused for a moment, dropped my gym bag, grabbed the glass of
water that Dad hadn't drunk, and headed outside.

"Hey, Jose!" I called as I emerged from the house. "How's it going?"

"Hot," he said, taking only a brief moment for the reply before continuing
his work.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked, holding out the glass of cold
water.

"That would be great," Jose replied, letting the clippers hang down at his
side. "Thanks," he added as he took the glass in his free hand. I let my
eyes range up and down his body while he tossed back his head and gulped
the entire glass of water all at once. I was fascinated by his bobbing
Adam's apple but managed to force my attention away to take in his sweaty
chest and his muscular thighs. My stiffening cock provided an obvious clue
to how grateful I was that Jose was only wearing a pair of baggy shorts and
sneakers, leaving the rest of his amazing body on view. "Thanks," he
repeated as he handed the empty glass back to me.

I took a quick look over my shoulder at the house and then looked back at
Jose. After what seemed like an appropriately suggestive pause, I said, "I
could use something to drink, too, if you want to take a break." In case
there was any doubt, I licked my lips and flicked my eyes down to his
crotch and back up to his eyes again.

Jose glanced over my shoulder and then back at me. "Where?"

"Follow me," I replied with a huge grin as I headed across the lawn to
Dad's small tool shed in the far corner of the yard.

"It's hot in here," Jose said as he followed me inside and I closed the
door.

"Not as hot as it's going to get," I said, falling to my knees and quickly
undoing Jose's shorts. Jose was going commando, so I was quickly rewarded
when his cock popped out as soon as his shorts were opened. I watched as
the uncut dick began to grow and thicken before my very eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" Jose laughed as he let the shorts fall to the
ground and stepped out of them.

"Not a thing," I said, taking his sweaty cock in hand and pulling the
foreskin back to reveal the head. I wasn't sure whether it was covered in
more sweat or in precum, but as soon as I leaned in and gave it a good
lick, I knew it was sweet precum. "Mmmmmm," I sighed as I took his cock
deeper into my mouth and the salty flavor of sweat began to mingle with the
sweet taste of precum.

"Lick my sweaty balls," Jose ordered, and I quickly complied. I let his
cock slip out of my mouth but continued to stroke it as I applied my tongue
to the sweaty, hairy ballsac that dangled below the luscious uncut cock.

"Mmmmm," I repeated when his musky scent began to overwhelm my senses and
drive me crazy. I lapped urgently at his balls to get every drop of sweat,
and my tongue tingled as the hairs slid smoothly across the surface. I
opened my mouth wide and sucked in one of the balls. Jose moaned and let
his knees buckle slightly as I clamped my lips around the ball.

"Oh, damn," Jose groaned.

I gave the ball a through tongue bath before letting it slip from my
mouth. "Nice," I murmured before sucking the other ball into my mouth and
giving it the same tonguing.

"Suck me, boy, suck me!" Jose hissed urgently.

This obviously wasn't going to last long. I quickly undid my jeans and
pulled out my own cock. I let Jose's ball slip from my mouth, and then I
grabbed his shaft to pull back the foreskin and get the Hispanic cock ready
to return to my hungry mouth. As I slipped my lips over the head of Jose's
cock, I slowly stroked down on my own cock. The deeper he pushed his member
into my mouth, the more urgently my own member pushed through my fist.

"Yeah, take my cock, Davey. Suck it!"

I didn't need to be told twice. I began to bob my sucking mouth up and down
on Jose's thick cock while I stroked my own cock at the same pace. I could
taste more of Jose's sweet precum drooling into my mouth and across my
tongue. I savored the taste of his cock while inhaling his sweaty, musky
scent and stroking my own rigid, dripping cock.

"Drink my cum, Davey. Drink my cum!"

I redoubled my efforts with both my mouth and my fist. I wanted to taste
Jose's cum again and I needed to shoot my own load. I groaned encouragement
around Jose's cock as I sucked faster and harder. I felt Jose grip my head
between his rough hands and begin to pound his cock into my throat.

"I'M CUMMING!" Jose bellowed as he buried his cock down my throat. I knew
from the tremors that he was unloading, and I was desperate to taste it. I
pushed against his crotch but only hard enough to pull his cock out enough
so the erupting cum began to flood my mouth and I could taste every single
drop of it as it coated my tongue.

"MMMMMPPPHHHH!" I groaned as my own cock began to explode in my fist. My
body went into freefall, but I didn't want to let go of Jose's cock. I
continued to suck and savor his cum while pounding my own cock and
splattering cum wherever it wanted to fly.

"Wow," Jose sighed as he released his hold on my head and slowly withdrew
his cock from my mouth.

"Yeah, wow," I laughed after swirling Jose's cum around inside my mouth and
then swallowing. I let my feet slip out from under me and sat down on the
floor of the shed.

"Ummm, got a rag?" Jose asked as he lifted one leg into my line of sight.

"Shit, sorry," I said, when I realized that I'd shot my cum all over Jose's
calves and shoes. "Hold still." I leaned forward on my hands and knees and
began to lick Jose's legs clean. I savored the combined flavors of his
salty sweat and my tangy cum. I was so hungry for those flavors that I
didn't even mind the random flakes of grass that had stuck to his skin
while he was mowing the yard earlier.

"Damn, you really are a cum pig," Jose laughed.

"Is that a complaint?"

"Definitely not," he laughed again. "I'm impressed. Don't forget the
shoes."

I gave Jose a huge grin and then leaned forward to continue licking his
legs clean. "Damn good cum, if I do say so myself," I laughed. With his
legs finally all cleaned, I leaned down even farther to clean his shoes as
directed. I got them as clean as I could, but there were still stray drops
of cum buried under the laces. I started digging my tongue even deeper.

"That's good enough," Jose said, stepping back from me and pulling up his
shorts. "I'd better get back to work before your mother notices I'm not out
there."

"Don't worry," I replied, standing up and tucking my cock back into my
jeans. "I'm sure she's too busy with Dad's dick at the moment to be
concerned about what you're doing with yours."

"That's good," he smiled, "because I sure enjoyed it."

"Me too," I agreed. "I'm glad Grandpa recommended you to Mom."

"Did he?"

"For yard work, anyway," I laughed. "I'm sure he'll recommend you to Dad
for other services. I know I will."

"Your dad?"

"Wouldn't you like to do him, or be done by him?"

"Your family is sick!" Jose replied with a laugh.

"Yeah, ain't it great?"

"You fucking bet your ass it is," Jose agreed. "When do I get to meet your
dad?"

"I'm not enough for you now?" I laughed.

"The more the merrier," Jose said.

"Who told you our family motto?" I asked with a grin. "Come on, I'll help
you with the rest of the work to make up for the time you just lost."

"Thanks," Jose replied as he followed me out of the shed. I laughed when I
felt him give my ass a firm squeeze before we emerged into the bright
sunlight.


-- MONDAY --

The Memorial Day barbecue was another big party at the Robinson house. My
parents invited anyone and everyone. There were so many people inside and
outside the house. I'm not sure why Mom worried so much about the condition
of the yard, since it was so packed that no one would have noticed if it
had been a little overgrown. Still, I had enjoyed doing Jose while he took
a rest from doing the work, so I wasn't complaining.

Dad, wearing his corny "Kiss the Cook" apron, was the king of the
grill. The apron did its job too; several women stopped by the grill to
give him a quick kiss. I'm sure that more than a few of the men would have
done the same under different circumstances. There were certainly a number
of men who had done more than just kiss me. Unfortunately, most of them
were with their wives and families.

I was so relieved when my best friend, Larry, and his dad showed up. I'd
barely said hello to them before my secret boyfriend, Porter, and his dad
arrived. We quickly formed our own little gathering around the drinks
table.

"Your parents sure throw a nice party," Larry's dad said.

"Too bad there are so many women around," Porter's dad chuckled.

"Dad," Porter objected softly.

"We could go up to my room," I suggested. It was intended an obvious offer
of a private place for some quick man-on-man sex.

"Sounds good to me," Larry's dad said quickly.

"Me too," Porter's dad agreed.

"Okay," Larry and Porter said as they grinned and shook their heads at
their dads' eagerness. Before we could make a move, however, Mom joined our
small group. "Fred, Ralph, I'm so glad you could make it. Have you said
hello to Shawn? Come with me. Let's leave the boys to themselves." Mom was
definitely a force of nature when she was hosting a party, so Mr. Baxter
and Mr. Porter didn't have a chance to object before she dragged them off
toward the grill.

"I guess we'll have to take care of ourselves," Larry laughed.

"Is that offer of a tour of your room still on the table?" Porter asked.

"Definite," I said. "Come on."

"Where are you boys going in such a hurry?" Coach Jackson asked when we
almost ran into him as we rushed into the house.

"Up to my room," I said. "Where's Johnny?"

"Couldn't make it," Coach Jackson replied with a grin. "He's a bit
exhausted after the two of us being home alone for a long weekend.

"Lucky Johnny," I said. "Want to join us in my room?"

"Are you serious?" Coach Jackson asked. "With a party going on?"

"This is nothing compared to the party we have in mind," Larry said.

"Yeah, Coach, you should join us," Porter said.

"You won't be disappointed," I informed him, in case there was any
confusion about what we had in mind.

"Is there a lock on that door?" Coach asked.

"Definitely," I confirmed.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Coach laughed.

I led the way through the crowd before Mom could see Coach and take him
away too. It had been several weeks since I'd last had my hands on that
huge black cock of his, and I wanted it now.

*****

I was so excited that I fumbled a bit with the lock on my bedroom door
before it was secured and the privacy of our quartet was assured. I
couldn't help laughing when I finally turned around and saw that Larry,
Porter, and Coach were already stripped to the skin and sporting hard
wood. They all three looked at me hungrily, and I eagerly stripped out of
my own clothes as well.

I held my arms out to my sides and shook my hips so my stiff cock bounced
all over the place. "Come and get me, boys," I laughed. The three rushed
forward, grabbed me up and tossed me on my bed. "Who's first," I asked,
pulling my knees up to my chest and offering up my ass.

"Me!" Larry and Porter said together.

"Okay, he's your boyfriend," Larry conceded. "You go first."

"Sounds good to me," Porter laughed.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Just get a move on boys," Coach said. "Get him good and open so he can
take this thing without screaming the house down." We all laughed as Coach
waved his big black cock in my direction.

Porter climbed between my legs and asked, "Where's the lube?"

"In the nightstand," I replied.

"No it isn't," Porter said after leaning over for a quick look.

"Oh shit, it's in my gym bag," I said, suddenly remembering and letting my
legs relax onto Porter's shoulders. "I left it in the kitchen when we got
home yesterday. Damn it!"

"Get to salivating boys," Coach ordered as he stepped forward on one side
of my bed and grabbed one of my legs.

"Oh yeah," Larry laughed, moving to the other side of my bed and grabbing
my other leg.

"Are you okay with that Davey," Porter asked uncertainly.

"Just as long as you and Larry both shoot lots of cum in me," I assured
him. "I'm counting on you both. There's no way I can take Coach's cock
without it, and I really want to take his cock."

"Then let's get spitting," Porter said an instant before dropping his head
and spitting a huge gob of saliva smack on my asshole.

"You always did have good aim, Baxter," Coach laughed as he used his
fingers to work Porter's saliva into my hole.

"Thanks, Coach," Porter smiled.

Coach leaned in and spit his own mouthful of saliva onto my asshole. He
worked it in to join Porter's spit, and then he looked at Larry and said,
"Next."

"You got it," Larry said, leaning in to add his saliva to theirs. Larry
also added his fingers to Coach's fingers, working to open me up and get me
ready for Porter.

"Just a second," Porter said, and then he let a mouthful of saliva drip
from his mouth to his own cock. "That feels good," he muttered as he
stroked his cock to spread the saliva along the full length of the
shaft. "Are you ready, Davey?"

"Definitely," I said, and I hoped I was telling the truth.

Coach and Larry slowly slid their fingers out of my ass and Porter quickly
pressed his cock head against my asshole as it started to contract. Coach
and Larry pulled my legs high and wide, opening me up to Porter's invasion
as much as they could.

"Now or never," Coach said.

"Now," Porter confirmed and pressed his cock forward. As if by mutual
agreement, Coach and Larry both spit more saliva on my asshole and Porter's
cock. "Oh fuck," Porter muttered as the spit hit his dick. The surprise
made him jump slightly and his cock forced its way into my tight ass.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as my ass tried to accommodate Porter's burrowing
cock.

"You can do it," Coach encouraged me.

"Yeah, take it Davey," Larry said. "You've done it before."

"More than once," Porter laughed as his cock continued to open me up and
fill me up at the same time. I gritted my teeth and tried to relax my ass
to welcome Porter into me.

"That's a boy," Coach said as Porter fully impaled me on his cock and
rested for a moment to let me recover.

"I'll never get tired of fucking your ass, Davey," Porter said softly and
seriously.

"I hope not," I said. "Okay, go for it."

Porter started a slow fucking motion, and the pain in my ass quickly turned
to pleasure as my boyfriend and I became one. For a brief moment, we were
the only two people in the room. We looked only at each other, and we felt
only each other. The moment passed quickly when Coach and Larry spit more
saliva on the point where Porter's cock joined with my ass.

"Oh yeah," Porter sighed, pressing his hands firmly against the back of my
thighs and pumping his cock slowly and deeply into my ass.

"You're gonna get a penalty for delay of game if you keep up that pace,"
Coach laughed.

"Yeah, fuck him, Porter," Larry said. "I want my turn too."

"Fuck me, Porter," I said to let him know I was ready for it now. "Hard and
fast."

"Hard and fast," Porter grunted as he increased his pace and his
power. "You've got it."

I moaned when I felt Coach and Larry both sliding their free hands all over
my chest. Each grabbed a nipple between thumb and forefinger and began to
twist. "Fuck yeah," I groaned, lifting my chest to press into their
hands. They took the signal and increased the pressure. "Yes," I moaned,
slamming my head back against the pillow.

In a few minutes, quicker than he or I would normally have liked, Porter
moaned, "I'm gonna cum, Davey."

"Yes," I groaned. "Yes. Do it, Porter."

"Fill him with cum," Larry said. "Get him good and lubed for my cock."

"Fuck yeah," I moaned as Porter slammed his cock into me again and again
and again. Deep and hard. Deep and hard. DEEP!

"Oh god," Porter grunted as he clutch my thighs and his crotch trembled
against my ass. "I'm cumming, Davey. I'm cumming. Oh god, I'm cumming!"

"Yes," I sighed as Porters cum poured into me and filled my ass.

"Oh yeah," Porter groaned as he pressed himself upright and his cock slid
out of me. I could feel cum trickle down my ass crack, and I regretted the
waste. At the same time, I knew that meant there was plenty of cum to lube
my chute for Larry's cock.

"Time to send in the second string," Coach said.

"You got it, Coach," Larry said. He and Porter quickly changed places.

I felt Larry's cock begin to force its way into me, but then I was
distracted by Porter, who leaned in to kiss me deeply. "I love you," he
whispered in my ear for only me to hear when he finally broke the kiss.

"You too," I mouthed back to him silently.

"Oh yeah, love fucking your cum-filled ass," Larry groaned, and I turned my
attention to him.

"Then fuck me, you bastard," I laughed. "Let me know there's something
going on down there."

"Fuck you," Larry grunted.

"I thought that's what you were going to do," I laughed. "When are you
going to start?" Larry's cock felt good working my ass, but I just loved to
give him shit occasionally. What else are best friends for?

"Take this, you fucker," Larry said between gritted teeth as he began
slamming his cock into me with more power than he'd ever done before.

I think he was trying to show off for Coach, and I didn't want to let Larry
down. "Oh yeah, that's it, Larry. Damn, that feels good. Fuck me, Bud. Show
me what you've got."

"You're so tight," Larry grunted. He was fucking so hard and fast that he
was out of breath already, but he didn't show any signs of slowing
down. The sweat began to drip off of his body and splatter onto mine as his
cock churned the cum in my ass to a good froth.

I enjoyed Larry fucking me for several minutes, during which he
occasionally slowed down to catch his breath before resuming his furious
fucking pace. He'd fucked me often enough that I knew when he was almost
finished. "Add your cum to Porter's," I said when the moment came. "Pump
that hot cum into me, Larry."

"Fuck yeah," Larry grunted as he plunged his cock into me one last time and
threw his head backward to look at the ceiling while his body quaked. "I'm
cumming, Davey. I'm cumming."

"Do it, Bud," I groaned. "Shoot that load into me. You know how much I like
your cum, Larry."

"Oh fuck" Larry sighed as he slumped forward. Satisfied. Balls
empty. "Thanks, Bud," he laughed as his cock slid out of me.

"Any time," I replied with a wink.

"Time for the A-team," Coach said as he climbed onto the bed. His 6'6"
frame loomed over me, and his huge black cock stood proudly. For a moment,
I definitely had second thoughts.

"I really hope you two shot a lot of cum up my ass," I said seriously.

"I know I did," Porter laughed.

"Me too," Larry agreed as they grabbed my legs and spread me wide open
again.

"You know I want this," Coach said, "but if you can't take it without real
lube, let me know. There's no need to be a martyr."

"Okay, Coach," I said, willing every muscle in my body to relax. I took a
huge breath and exhaled slowly. When I finally thought I was ready, I said,
"Put it in, Coach."

Coached swirled the big tip of his cock in the cum that was leaking out of
my asshole, and I groaned with pleasure. As he pressed his cock forward, my
hands shot out and I gripped Larry and Porter by their forearms. "Damn,"
Coach muttered when his cock slipped in the cum and slid up over my own
balls and cock.

"Concentrate on your target, Coach," Porter laughed.

"Shut the fuck up," Coach said with obvious annoyance and frustration as he
repositioned his monster at my rear entrance. He held his cock in one hand
and placed his other on my ass, with his thumb helping to force my hole
open. "Here it comes," he said confidently as he touched his cock head to
my asshole again and began to press forward. With his hand guiding his
dick, there was no chance of it slipping again.

I gasped sharply as Coach's big black cock suddenly lurched forward and the
head forced its way into me. "Oh fuck," I groaned. I'm not sure if the
groan was a result of pleasure or pain, but I knew I didn't want Coach to
stop. "Deeper," I said after catching my breath. "Go deeper."

"Just relax, Davey," Coach said soothingly as he pressed forward with his
hips and his stiff piece of meat slowly slid deeper and deeper into me.

I gulped air and then exhaled. "Deeper," I repeated. "Deeper."

"You've got it," Coach said as he continued his drilling.

"Fuck, Davey," Larry said. "He's almost all the way in."

"Thank god," I groaned.

"Are you okay?" Porter asked.

"Fuck yeah," I moaned, looking at Porter with a smile. "You've gotta try
this sometime."

"Whenever he wants," Coach replied. "I always thought Baxter's white ass
was off limits to guys. Now that I know better, I definitely wanna get me
some."

"Just take care of Davey for now," Porter said. I knew he was excited by
the thought of getting fucked by Coach's black cock, but I also knew he was
worried about me.

"Thanks, Porter," I groaned, and he leaned down to give me another
kiss. "Okay, Coach," I said, relaxing the death-grip I'd been using on
Larry and Porter.

With a grunt, Coach started to withdraw his cock slowly. "Mmmm, nice white
cum-filled ass. Just what I like."

"Except when Johnny's around," Larry laughed.

"That goes without saying," Coach joked back. "Here goes, Davey."

"Oh yeah," I moaned as Coach forced his cock back deep inside of
me. Without pausing this time, he pulled out and then plunged back in. As I
got used to the monster invasion, I continued to moan and groan with
pleasure on a more frequent basis to match Coach's motions.

"White boy likes black cock, don't he," Coach observed when he had achieved
a steady, deep fucking motion.

"Yes, Coach. Oh yes," I moaned, thrashing my head back and forth on the
pillow. Porter leaned in and began to suck on my nipple. I quickly grabbed
the back of his head and pulled him tighter to me. Larry took that
opportunity to lean in and suck on my other nipple, so I grabbed the back
of his head and pulled him tighter to me too. "Oh god, yes," I groaned as
my body succumbed to the stimulation overload. I continued thrashing my
head back and forth, and I began to work my hips to meet every thrust of
Coach's cock. I wanted him as deep in me as I could get him.

I lost all track of time. It could have been minutes or hours. I had no
idea. I was so completely lost in being fucked by Coach. Suddenly, I felt
him slap my ass hard. And I mean hard! My eyes flew open in
surprise. "Tighten up," Coach ordered.

"Yes, Sir," I replied without thinking. I wasn't sure I could tighten up
after being fucked by Porter, Larry, and now Coach's huge cock, but I did
my best. Apparently, it was good enough.

"That's better," Coach grunted as he increased his tempo. He began to slam
the breath out of me, and he occasionally attacked my ass with a hard sharp
slap to remind me how tight he wanted it. "Oh fuck, Davey, you're
unbelievable," Coach groaned. "Damn, I hope you have room up there for
another load."

"Cum on me, Coach. Come on me," I begged.

"If that's what you want," Coach moaned.

"Yes, oh, yes," I assured him. "I want to be covered in your cum!"

"Then get ready," Coach said. He pulled his cock out of my ass and shifted
forward slightly so his balls were slapping against my balls. His fists
both flew up and down that long black shaft.

"Oh yeah," Larry said. "Cum for us, Coach. Show us what you've got."

In his excitement, Larry twisted my nipple a bit too hard even for me. "Oh
fuck, Larry," I grunted.

"Shit yeah," Coach moaned suddenly.

"Cover him in cum, Coach," Porter ordered as he reached down and began to
jack my cock rapidly in unison with Coach's jacking.

"OH FUCK," Coach moaned, and an instant later, rope after rope after rope
of thick white cum spewed out of that thick black cock. It splashed from my
head to my stomach. Some flew wide and hit Larry, while other loads fell
down on Porter's hand and were quickly worked into the flesh of my cock.

The sudden sensation of my cock pumping back and forth through Porter's
fist and Coach's hot cum was more than I could stand. As I frantically
rubbed Coach's cum all over my body, my own cock erupted in Porter's fist
and sent loads of cum shooting out and splashing down to mix with Coach's
deposit.

I started to laugh when Porter and Larry finally released my legs and began
licking my body to swallow as much cum as they could. "Save some for me," I
moaned as I let my legs relax down onto the mattress. "Mmmm, that feels
nice," I sighed as Coach gently forced his cock down to rub against my own
spent cock.

"It sure did," Coach agreed.

I had scooped up some cum from my chest and was savoring the salty mixture
when there was a pounding on my bedroom door. I nearly bit off my own
fingers, but I managed to avoid that disaster and just licked them clean
before asking, "Who is it?"

"Your father. There's someone here to see you."

"I'll be there in a minute," I called back as Larry and Porter obligingly
continued to lick my body clean. Even Coach leaned down to help out by
licking my cock and balls clean. "Thanks, guys," I said.

"Thank you," they replied in unison, and we all started to laugh.

"You and your friends should get downstairs as quick as you can," Dad
called from the other side of the door.

"We will," I called back. "Just a couple minutes."

*****

After using deodorant and spearmint chewing gum as the quick solutions to
masking what we'd been up to, Porter, Larry, and I stumbled down the
stairs, punching each other in the arms as we went. Coach followed casually
behind, shaking his head but smiling with satisfaction.

"Oh, hi, Dad," I said when we found him waiting at the bottom of the
stairs. "We were just--"

"I'm pretty sure I know what you 'were just' up to," Dad laughed, and we
all relaxed. "I assume you were looking after the boys, Coach."

"I did my best," Coach replied with a grin.

"Then go get some food as your reward," Dad said.

"I can guarantee I've already had my reward," Coach laughed, "but I did
work up quite an appetite getting it. Come on, boys."

Coach walked past Porter, Larry, and me. All three of us started to follow
him, but Dad grabbed my arm. "No you. You have a visitor."

"Oh yeah," I said looking around. "Mr. Fisher!" I cried when I saw him
standing at the side of the stairs. "I'm glad you could make it."

Mr. Fisher looked around nervously and then said, "Call me Henry. If you
want."

"Sure, Henry, no problem. Are you hungry?"

"I know I had a lot to drink the other day," Henry started haltingly.

"No problem," I assured him.

"But I didn't drink so much that I don't remember what you two did for me,"
he continued. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just remained silent
and gave Dad a quick glance. "I've missed my dad and brother for more years
than I care to count, and you two gave them back to me for a short
time. I'll never forget it."

"I won't either," I said, reaching out and grasping his hand. My touch
caused him to glance around like some nervous a****l being hunted, so I
just gave his hand a quick squeeze and let it go.

"I'll never mind Memorial Day quite so much now," he continued.

"I'm glad to hear it," I assured him. "Now, follow me, and we'll get you
some food." Dad gave me an approving nod as I walked past him and
Mr. Fisher, Henry, followed me. "You have to meet some of my friends. I'm
sure you'll like them. I know they'll like you. Are you staying with us
tonight? You have to. It will be too late for you to drive home after the
party winds down." I stopped and turned to face Henry and he nearly ran
into me. "You can sleep in my room," I said softly so no one else could
hear. "And you can tell me all about your dad and brother."

"I'd like that," Henry said with a tear welling in his eye. "But what about
your mother?"

"Oh, she'll put you in the guest room. Don't worry, though, I'll come get
you when the coast is clear, and I'll be sure to have you tucked safely
back in the guest room before she sounds the breakfast call."

"You really do remind me of my brother," Henry said, and the threatening
tear finally spilled over and ran down his cheek.

"I'm glad," I said, wiping away the tear without caring what any onlookers
might think. "I've always wanted a big brother. Now, let's get you
something to eat, Big brother."

"You sure do walk funny," Henry laughed as he followed me through the
house.

"Only on special occasions," I said over my shoulder. "I'll tell you about
that tonight," I added before we emerged into the back yard. "Hey, Porter,"
I called, "I've got someone you have to meet. Larry, you know Henry."

It turned out that I wasn't the only one who'd always wanted a big brother,
so Henry quickly had three new younger brothers to help him through the
rough times. And speaking of rough times, Coach and his big black cock gave
my ass a few more rough times before the summer was over, but I was never
one to complain. Grunt, groan, moan, scream, sigh, and thrash around
wildly, yes, but never complain