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Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are under eighteen or if this turns you off, don't read it. Persuasion By Nathan Harvey Sitting next to Bobby in the car it was hard to believe how much my life had changed since he’d come into my life. For three years High school for me had been a living hell and then this new kid, Bobby Macintyre, a new transfer student, came into my life. Up until then I was one of those guys that was a loner--not by choice but exclusion. I didn’t date and I sure wasn’t much at mingling. Bobby was all I would have died for to be, he was everything that any of the guys would die to be like, tall, handsome, a handsome mane of beautiful black hair, and a personality that could melt butter. Another thing that made him popular was an endless supply of spending money. When I got an eyeful of him naked in the gym with that chest full of black curly hair, he became my man idol. My eyes were drawn to that wispy trail of hair that trailed down to his cock and I had to gasp. He was also hung like an animal. I knew he was all any girl could and would die for--he was total perfection. Seeing that thick long, fat cock of his hanging between his strong, muscular legs, I figured he must be at least nine inches when hard. As for me, I had always been self-conscious about my wimpy little cock, but when Bobby looked over at me and smiled, he didn’t seem to even take notice of my underdeveloped manhood or make fun of me. To the contrary, he seemed to want to become my friend. I couldn’t believe my luck; this Adonis wanted me as a friend! Over the next few weeks Bobby’s gentle and persuasive ways began drawing me out of my shell. Bobby was always the one everyone wanted to have at their parties and now somehow because of our closeness, I also was now included. It was then I began to realize I was now was now one of the popular guys in the “in crowd”---me Darren Wilson now possessed a social life. I was bright enough to know that all this new popularity was because of Bobby and I was truly grateful. He seemed to know my mind even better than I did. Like when we were talking about the prom--he asked if I could dance. When I said “no” he invited me over to his house one long weekend so he could teach me. It must have really been quite a sight with me in his arms counting and trying to dance and stepping all over his feet. He never complained, telling me to relax and keep trying. Then pulling me close to his hard firm body, he told me to feel the rhythm of the music. After feeling his arm around me, and having my hand in his, I eagerly began to learn. Feeling his body close to mine, and his cock pressing into me, I wanted it to go on forever. I knew then what I was feeling was far deeper than just friendship--I loved him. I would have been in heaven if that feeling would have gone on between us, but whenever Bobby and I would do something or go somewhere, he was always friendly, but somehow we never had that closeness I’d felt when he’d held me in his arms and my body was pressing against his when we had danced. To me it seemed like he was sort of expected something from me and I didn’t know what it was. In so many ways we were much alike, yet in so many ways yet we were also different. Bobby always was the one in charge and I just accepted that. This dominance didn’t bother me--something inside of me was programmed to automatically resign to his wishes. I had never felt like this about anyone before. I had heard things about him--evil dirty things--about his using guys for his personal amusement or pleasure, but as far as I was concerned Bobby could do no wrong. It was at my eighteenth birthday celebration my folks had given me that Bobby gave me this ‘friendship ring.’ Looking inside of the band I read the inscription and I blushed as I read the works, ‘Property of Bobby Macintyre’. Slipping it on my finger and looking over at him, I smiled saying I would never take it off. I thought about those words and hoped they had a special meaning for us, but nothing much changed until about a week later. We were alone in the showers after gym class and as he was lathering up his genitals, when he looked over he caught me watching his every move. Moving closer to me then and then reaching over and taking my hand, he pulled it to his crotch and my hand just seemed to involuntarily close around his cock. No sooner had my fingers held his cock, than I could feel it beginning to swell. This feeling of excitement began running through my body. Suddenly realizing what I was doing, I jerked my hand away. Bobby began laughing saying not to be shy with him. I was almost afraid to asked what he meant. I was relieved when he began rinsing himself off, not saying any more to me. Turning and walking into the changing room, I followed him out like a whipped puppy. Bobby had his locker open and he was beginning to dress. I positioned myself so that I could sneak periodic looks at him. I felt this buzz of excitement again. Then as he stooped while pulling up his Jockeys, I watched in fascination as his hand slid into his fly fronts and began arranging his cock. When I finally realized he had been watching me watching him, I began blushing. He just winked at me and then said that it was time we got to know each other much better. Stammering and asking what he meant, he looked at me saying, “Really Darren, look--look at yourself--- you’ve got a prick that’s only good for pissing--you’re a cunt--not a real man. Now look at me--I was born a real man. Reaching over and patting my ass saying, “Baby you were born to be fucked and I am damn well going to fuck you!” Stammering again I nervously protested, “I’m not a cunt, I’m as much of a man as you are!” He just began laughing, then pulling my hand to his crotch again he taunted, “Darren feel a real cock and then tell me you’re not a cunt!” He pressed my hand on his growing cock. This feeling of excitement swept over me. After hesitantly pulling my hand away, it was all I could do to finish dressing and get out of there. It was hell getting through the rest of that day. Staying back so that I wouldn’t run into Bobby, my mind was in a whirl, how could Bobby do that to me; how could my best friend call me a cunt? Thank god it was Friday and I wouldn’t see him for two days. I had to get my act together. I knew now that everything I’d heard about Bobby must be true--he did fuck guys. Blinded my tears and in a sort of stupor, I was just a few blocks from school when I saw Bobby’s brand new red Sebring slowing down and following me. After leaning over rolling down the window, he beckoned for me to get in and he would drive me home. Shaking my head, I told him I didn’t ever want to see him or talk to him again. He just laughed saying, “Baby, think about it, you want me to fuck you and you know you know it!” After smiling at me and giving me a wave, he just turned and drove away. I just stood their sort of dumbfounded, watching as he disappeared. All I could think of was his telling me he was going to fuck me. It was all I could do to get through dinner. Saying I was tired, and pleading homework, I retreated to the safety of my room. Laying there in the dark on my bed, I began thinking of that inscription in my ring, ‘Property of Bobby Macintyre.’ Then I began thinking about all those disgusting terrible things I’d heard about Bobby, they had to be true. I wondered how a man could let another man stick his cock up his ass. Then remembering how it felt to hold Bobby’s cock in my hand, almost without thinking my hand seemed to slide down into my jeans. I remembered that warm soft feeling of Bobby’s cock and then how it had started to become so steely hard in my grip, and I felt this thrill run through my body. Now I’d begun to realize why he was so friendly with me--me the loner, the outcast. He must have decided that first day when he looked at me that he was going to fuck me. He had made me fall in love with him. There was no way I could put this out of my mind. I had even begun to wonder what it would be like to have a man make love to me. My own small cock was so hard now and my balls felt like they were going to explode. I had never felt like this before. Lying there and wriggling out of my jeans, my hand instinctively began fondling my cock while I kept remembering how his cock had felt, and the thoughts of doing all those disgusting things suddenly made my cock jerk and suddenly explode, sending ribbons of cum all over my chest. Looking down at the thick translucent fluid, I wondered if…--and then suddenly I found myself wiping my cum up with my fingers. Slowly feeling the warm sticky fluid on my finger tips, and almost in a trance, I began licking my fingers clean. Realizing what I was doing, a feeling this revulsion swept over me and jumping up, I rushed into the bathroom to clean myself off. Looking at myself naked in the mirror with my cum running down my body, all I could think of was that I did sort of look like a girl. I did look like a cunt. Shaking my head in protest, I stepped into the shower and began lathering up. As my soapy hands moved over my body, all these new foreign feelings began racing through my mind. Almost without thinking, my fingers seemed to find my asshole and I began fucking myself, first with one finger, then two. It felt so grand. Finally craving something more, I picked up my hairbrush and shoved the handle up my ass. I began dreaming of Bobby fucking me and I kept jamming the handle of the brush up my ass, and with just a few strokes my cock exploded. Standing there with the brush up my ass, I began shooting cum all over the shower. Still in some sort of a daze, I knelt down as the brush pushed even deeper up my ass as a result of my butt’s contact with the floor. I began licking my cum off the wall. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning. I knew I should have been ashamed at what I was doing, but I didn’t care. Then standing and looking into the mirror and seeing that brush still sticking out of my ass, I began to wonder what was happening to me. I stepped out of the shower and began drying off. As I moved the brush handle, it seemed to almost come alive. I kept thinking of how Bobby’s hard cock would feel inside me. Lying in my bed, there was no way I could get Bobby out of my mind. Crawling out of bed and reaching for the brush, I lay in bed fucking myself as I beat off, and when I shot my load, I caught it and began licking my hand clean. Then I’d begun wondering if Bobby shot a big load and if his cum would taste different than mine. Tossing and turning, I began to realize I was in love with him. I finally admitted to myself that if he wanted me, I would let him fuck me--I would be his cunt. Then I began wondering what it would be like to lay in his arms and let him make love to me. It was almost dawn when I finally drifted off to sleep. I was jolted awake when Mom knocked on the door telling me Bobby was down stairs. She told me to hurry up and dress, she and dad were going shopping and would be home around lunchtime. I lay there in shock wondering what the hell Bobby was doing here. While I was scrambling to get out of bed, suddenly Bobby was standing in the doorway looking at me standing there naked. It wasn’t like our being naked in gym class, this was so different, so exciting. Coming in and closing the door he began undoing his shirt. He let it drop to the floor. Then after kicking off his shoes, he began to slowly undo his jeans. I was mesmerized as I watched him unzip his jeans. I realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock seemed to thrust forward and reach out towards me. Feeling my legs go all weak, I sort of sank to my knees. He said, “See Baby, you know you want me!”. Moving close to me, as his cock touched my lips, I opened my mouth and let him slide into me. Hearing only his low hypnotic voice saying, “Baby you were born to do this, you need this and you want this. Now just relax and surrender your body to me.” Feeling him pushing deeper into my mouth, I began gagging and I tried to push him away. Suddenly with a forward lunge, he buried his cock deep in my throat. I was caught by surprise, and continued gagging and chocking as he began forcing his cock in and out of my throat. I could hear him say, “Get use to it Baby, you were made to service men.” Trying desperately to pull away, his hands held my head as he drove every last inch of that cock deep into my throat. Kneeling there impaled on his cock, I realized we had gone too far now to ever to go back. Slowly then he began fucking my face. When I would push back, he would gyrate his hips driving himself into me ever deeper, and at last my gag reflex subsided, I let my hands fall and surrendered to him. That was when he began pacing himself saying he wanted this to last a long time. Now the only sound in the room was the slurping of my mouth as his cock rhythmically ravaged my throat. Finally accepting what was happening to me, I began sucking on him for all I was worth. It was when he pulled me tight to his crotch I could feel his cock expanding and then hot ropes of cum began shooting into my throat. Swallowing as much of it as I could, I could feel some of his load leaking out of my mouth. I was still on my knees when he pulled his cock from my mouth, telling me he was going to fuck me now. Looking up and begging him not do fuck me he said, “Baby, you’re mine now so lets get on with it and consummate this deal.” Pulling me up and leading me to the bathroom, he began rummaging in the medicine chest. Finding some Vaseline and popping the lid, he began smearing it on his cock. Looking over at me and grinning he said, “It always hurts more to lose your cherry, but hang in there—you’re going to love getting fucked as much as you liked sucking cock!” Looking at that slick cock, I was afraid, but still I wanted him to fuck me. Stepping into the shower and adjusting the water to his liking, he pulled me in and bending me over, told me to spread my legs. Doing as he ordered, I could then feel his hard cock pushing earnestly against my asshole. Now, suddenly I was afraid. After my telling him no, I felt this blinding pain and then blackness. I realized then for a moment I must have fainted, because Bobby was now supporting me with his arms. Then I realized I could feel his cock deep inside me as pain swept through my body. Begging him to take his cock out of me, he told me to stay still. Then after a while it began feeling as if my body was changing, sort of making room for his cock. It was as if we had melted into one. Feeling me relax, Bobby began pumping and grinding his hips, forcing his cock deep inside me and almost lifting me from my feet. It was like he was rutting an animal and as his hard body moved against my back and his cock sank deep inside me again and again. He began breathing hard and suddenly there was this hot explosion of his cum deep inside me. Holding me tight he demanded, “Tell me baby tell me you’re my cunt”. My head spinning my insides churning I managed, “Cunt, master, I’m your cunt.” Grunting in satisfaction he responded saying, “Remember that, Cunt boy”. As soon as he pulled his cock out of my ass, I collapsed onto the floor of the shower in tears. Laying there in tears with the cum running out of my ass, I don’t know how long I lay there, but when I finally stopped sobbing, I realized Bobby had gone. Pulling myself up and drying off my body hurt everywhere. It was all I could do to dress. Lying back down on my bed I began sobbing again. How could Bobby have done this to me--I loved him. After a while the shock of what I had let him do to me began to give way to the feeling of his cock riding deep into my ass. Bobby had called me his cunt and he had fucked me. I was no longer a man now--I was a cunt. What was even worse was I wanted him to fuck me again! Closing my eyes the scene kept playing over in my mind until finally I fell asleep. I woke to the sound of the car pulling into the garage. Jumping up and wincing at the sudden pain in my ass, I hurried down to the kitchen. Mother seemed concerned at how pale I looked, but I said I was just tired. Somehow I made it through the day and when I crawled into bed that night, I knew I was somehow different. All day Sunday, all I could think about was Bobby. The thought of sucking his cock and swallowing his cum and how it felt when he’d fucked me. While the folks were at church, I lay in my bed and began crying again. What was to become of me? Graduation was just weeks away and my life was just starting--and now it was over? Bobby had said I belonged to him now like I was some sort of slave. Well, one thing was for sure, I knew I had to do what he wanted now or have the whole school know I was a queer and his latest plaything. It was with dread I dressed for school. At breakfast Mom said the same morning things and Dad made the same tired jokes, and I began to realize the world was really pretty much the same. I was the one that was different now. The word cunt though kept running through my mind like a broken record. Cunt, cunt, cunt. Then the sound of Mom’s voice saying, “Darren Wilson get it together or you’re going to be late for school.” Jumping up and saying that I would see them tonight, I was out of the house in a shot. That entire long walk, I kept dreading the though of coming face to face with Bobby. What would he do, what would he say? What would I do? Because of our schedules, it was going to be in gym that we would be forced to meet. Standing at my locker as I stripped, I kept wondering if I somehow looked as different as I felt. Then I heard Bobby’s voice behind me joking with the other guys. They were talking about who they had made it with over the weekend and I thought, “Oh please god, don’t let him tell them he fucked me.” Then his clear baritone voice sang out, “Guys, I met the cunt to die for--everything a guy could want.” When a chorus of voices piped up, “What’s her name” and Bobby responded, “ Guys, Guys, a gentleman never tells a lady’s name.” Turning to face me he winked and suddenly I knew it was all right. It was in the shower that Bobby leaned forward saying simply, “Be at my car after school.” After that last class I was almost in a panic as I raced through the halls and down to the parking lot. As soon as I saw him standing by his car, I slowed my pace and tried to act normal. Sliding into the car we waved as we passed some of the crowd and pulled out of the lot. He said nothing to me. I just sat there not knowing what to say. What do you say to a man that rapes you and then you go with him so he can rape you again? We drove through town in silence until we came to the Center Motel and he said, “This is the place baby.” I knew what I feared and what I hoped for was true, it was going to happen all over again. Telling me to wait, he went in and in a few minutes came back with a key. As we pulled away, this big black guy was watching us from the door and was smiling. All Bobby said was, our room was the last one in the back of the court. Yes, I new the place, everyone knew this place. It was the no-tell motel where all the guys took their girls to fuck. It was so unreal knowing a guy was taking me to this motel and that he was going to fuck me. Sliding out of the seat and following Bobby into the dark and dingy room, I was thinking, “Now it has come to this; I am a cunt.” Turning at the sound of the lock all Bobby said was, “Strip Darren.” Bowing my head I began stripping. When I was naked, I stood watching Bobby as he began to disrobe. It was then that I began feeling the heat in my ass and the hunger in my throat that I began to realize I was his cunt; I wanted him to fuck me. Leaving my clothes in a heap and dropping to my knees I began crawling to him eager to get his cock into my mouth. Grinning at me saying, “You got it now Baby, show me how much you want me.” This time hungry with lust, my whole throat simply opened up devouring him. Feeling his excitement as he began getting closer and pulling on his ass driving his cock deep inside me. I needed to feel those hot ropes of cum shooting down my throat. Thinking he was spent then he began again ramming his cock deep into my throat saying again, “Baby do it again and make your master happy”. Then driving me to the floor his cock seemed to take possession of me and he pumped and twisted and drove himself deep inside my throat--so hard my face was buried deep in his pubic hair. I quickly found that Bobby had the sex drive of ten men. No sooner had he pumped another load into me than he had me on the bed with my legs spread. Grinning down at me saying, “Baby when I’m done with you, you’re going to be the perfect cunt.” Then bending me double, he began forcing my still sore, newly abused ass to accept his cock. Then no sooner had he gained entry than he began working my ass with his cock, stretching, pulling and pushing on my asshole until I though he would tear me apart. Gasping for breath, I could feel my body shudder and surrender to him as he began his assault. The walls of my ass soon had become inflamed, but now driven with lust, I began pumping and working my ass. Bobby began moaning, “Oh Baby, I knew you would be like this.” But Bobby wasn’t just going to fuck me this time; he had other things to teach me. Feeling his lips on my nipples and then suddenly the sharp pain as he began chewing, I begged him to stop. Rearing up with this look in his eyes I’d never seen, in a raspy whisper he ordered, “Don’t you ever tell me what to do you slut! You do whatever your master wants you to do!” Returning to my nipple now in a willful intent of inflecting pain, all I could do was cry as he ravaged my nipple. Then apparently satisfied when he drew blood, he moved to the other nipple and began chewing, all the while slamming his cock into my ass. Again and again he kept moving from nipple to nipple, biting and chewing while continuing to pummel his cock up my ass. The pain of it all was unreal and then my mind seemed to just slip into this wonderful state of ethereal lust. From that point I wanted him to abuse me---I needed him to abuse me. My body had become his property to do with as he wanted. I had no control over anything nor did I want control--I belonged to him now. Time meant nothing only that he wanted me, used me. It seemed like just minutes when he pulled out of me saying it was getting late and we had to go. While we were showering together, I slid to my knees begging him for more. In one great thrust he had his cock deep in my throat. It was when we were dressed and outside and it was dark that I realized we must have been in there for hours. After that our visits to that motel became a ritual. Three evenings, perhaps four a week, we would go there and I would surrender my body to Bobby. Then one afternoon in the middle of our lovemaking, the door opened and this big ugly black man came in. Watching as Bobby kept pounded my ass, he began undressing. Not knowing what was happening Bobby said not to worry that he had arranged for us to have the room for free whenever we wanted it. Then Bobby began moving up on my chest and shoving his cock deep into my throat I felt this man lifting my legs and for the first time I experienced the thrill of being fucked at both ends. After that, Bobby began taking me there every afternoon after school and I began servicing him on a regular bases. As always the black man was there waiting for his fuck in payment for the room. Sometimes it was just he and Bobby, other times he brought friends to fuck me. By our graduation date I had long accepted being fucked by that man. He had introduced this thing he called “tittillaters”, and after a while I had accepted I was Bobby’s cunt, his property for him and whomever he chose to give me to. While all this was going on between Bobby and me, it was remarkable at how little anyone really paid attention to us. I would sit in class and whenever I would brush my nipples, this desire would run through my body. I now lived for sex, but to the world nothing but me had changed. Then of course it was the time of graduation and celebration. No one really cared. It was in one of our sessions that Bobby told me he was taking me to Chicago to live with him and his father as their sex slave. I told him I loved him, but I could never do that--I had responsibilities. I had to have a life. Little did I know that the wheels of change had been already set in motion. The dance went well, Bobby took me as his date, but everyone just assumed we were two stags at the dance. By the time the night was over Bobby had let it be known to the guys that if they wanted a piece of ass to go to Room 70 at the Center Motel and they could get their nuts off from his new cunt boy. When Bobby suggested we go to the Motel, I though it was because Bobby wanted to make our night special. Little did I realize it was the final step for me to prove my obedience to him and accept him as my Master. Lying there with my legs spread as Bobby fucked me, when the door opened and Harry came in his eyes got wide saying, “ When Bobby told us you were his cunt we didn’t believe him. For holding out on me going to fuck that cunt of yours like you’ve been fucked before. ” I wanted to die on the spot until I felt his hard hot cock sink into my ass. Suddenly that wonderful feeling of euphoria swept over me and everything seemed right. It was like Bobby had told me I was a cunt born to service men. Squeezing and pushing back Harry began humping me like an animal rutting his bitch. Suddenly, the room began filling with all the beautiful jocks from school. Frank, Joshua, Billy all my classmates were naked and hard ready to ream my ass. After a while I no longer recognized who was doing what, all I wanted was to feel their cocks up my ass. Suddenly they were dragging me around and then I was being fucked from both ends. It was nearly dawn when the room began filling with men of all ages waiting there turn to fuck me and I realized that every man staying in this cheap motel was dicking me. I though it was all over then when these four cops came in and cleared the room. No sooner was the room clear they began stripping. I was in heaven when those four big handsome men in blue all hot and horny began taking turns plowing my ass. When it was all finally over and the room was empty except for Bobby and me, I knew then that no there was no way I could live in this town. I was a whore, a cunt and by now every cop on the beat knew who and what I was. So telling my folks that next day Bobby and I were going to share an apartment with Bobby’s father and I was going to work for them. After a few polite protests they said it was fine with them. I had to believe that Dad knew, someone had told him. Sitting next to Bobby in the car, it was hard to believe how my life had changed since Bobby. Now my luggage was in the car and I was off to this new life, this life of servitude. It was then he pulled into the Goodwill drop box and began unloading my luggage I truly realized my life as I knew it was over. Getting back into the car he looked over saying he would give me what he wanted me to wear. Sliding down in the seat all I could say was fine with me. Glaring at me, I knew I was out of line and I corrected myself saying, “Thank you Master, you know what is best for me.” Still he had one more stop. Pulling into this piercing parlor he said we had one more thing to do. Following in the shop behind him I knew better than to asked why we were here. It was when this twinkie salesman came over Bobby said he wanted the works for me. The salesman looked over at me giving me that smile telling me to go into the back room and wait for Hugo. Bobby said he had some shopping to do and turned to the sales man saying he wanted to pick out some tit rings and some leather things. Feeling my face burning I headed to the back room.. Stepping through the curtained door I was confronted by this big hairy ape, telling me to strip and of course I did as I was told. Then standing there naked he led me to a chair and told me to sit. All I could do was watch as he began cutting my hair off. Then lathering me up he began shaving my scalp. Wiping the foam from my head he told me to step into the shower and wetting me down he began to shave my body. As that razor slid across my balls I closed my eyes in terror. It was even worse than when he had shaved my asshole. Rinsing me off then and tossing me a towel I stood there now feeling more naked and exposed then I could imagine I could ever feel. By then Bobby had returned and the man salesman looked me over saying, “Now he looks like a cunt boy.” Bobby turned to me saying, “Show the nice man how grateful you are for shaving you. Moving quickly over to him and dropping to my knees I began undoing his dirty jeans. Working his cock out I could smell his unwashed body as my mouth sank down on his cock to his pubs and it excited the hell out of me. Almost as if I was in a trance once I tasted his cock this hunger welled up inside me and I began sucking on him like a babe on a teat, until I was milking him for all he was worth. Still naked they led me into the shop where Bobby said it was time to pierce my tits. Sitting there with a small crowd of men gathered around me I tried to be brave when the put the rings in my nipples. But when he made me stand and he pierced my cock, I let out a scream. Bobby just laughed saying that would keep my cock out of places it didn’t belong. As the Twinkie salesman was telling me how to take care of my new piercings, Bobby began fixing a leather collar around my neck. Tossing me a pair of leather shorts he told me to dress. As I pulled them on he stood back and smiling said I was now a presentable slave. Getting into the car I wanted to scream, my tits hurt so bad and as for my cock was throbbing. Leaning back in the seat I kept thinking this was it, I am a cunt, a sex slave. Closing my eyes I tried to sleep only opening my eyes when we slowed and Bobby pulled into this gas station. After filling up he went in to pay for his gas. Sitting there watching he must have said something and the attendant was looking me over. Then Bobby motioned for me to me to come in. As soon as I entered the grimy station, Bobby told me to strip. I couldn’t believe what I heard, but when he said strip again I knew what would happen to me if I failed to obey. Standing there in the middle of the room, I began stripping and dropping my clothes on the greasy floor. Then standing there naked before the man, he began laughing and pointing to my now hard dick. Saying, “Jesus, he sure ain’t much of a man is he? Bobby began laughing saying “I told you Darren’s my cunt you dumb ass, he’s not a man.” Giving me the order to show the man how good a cunt I was I crawled to him and reaching up began undoing his greasy coverall. Taking the head of his now hard cock into my mouth I sucked it into my throat. When I did pull my lips off of him he damn near collapsed. Bobby was laughing saying “Now show the nice man what a good cunt you have.” I turned and dropped to all fours. All I heard was, “Damn” the sound of his coveralls hitting the floor and then his cock was up my ass. Thrashing around and moaning and growing when he finally got it off again, Bobby told me to cover myself we had to leave. Turning to go to the car I had to scramble bare ass naked to get to the car before he drove off. Bowing my head, I knew my new life was beginning. I only hoped the father was hung like his son. Comments to nathanharvey@AOL.com