FFather Knows Best

Every young guy has a secret spot.

A place that nobody knows about, where they can do, well, anything they want. A spot that provides adventure and, at the same time, allows a guy to let loose, undisturbed. The hard part is keeping it a secret, especially when it is too good to be true.

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Summer was in full bloom and I was home for my first summer break from college. They call this period in a young man’s life his ‘glory days,’ yet it wasn’t like that for me. I missed my hometown; large cities were never peaceful and I missed my special spot. Every young guy should have one. I found my spot exploring the woods along the old Arkansas River – quiet and run down but special for me. I remember the day I saw that run-down old brick outhouse.

The building rested near a sweet fishing bank, long forgotten and lacking any sort of plumbing. Someone had torn away the main entrance door and spray paint was on every broken mirror and trashed sink. Essentially, the only remaining items were the old metal toilets and metal stall walls. It was a place to hang out and spend time with myself. Occasionally, at the start of every summer, someone would install new makeshift wooden stall doors: nothing fancy, just particle board and screws with a hook lock. I always guessed it was the park rangers. They never lasted. Oddly, they never bothered to repair the large holes in the stall walls. Yes, I knew what they were, but based on the artwork around them, they had been there a long time.

On my first day exploring it, I discovered a few magazines left behind from a past visitor stashed behind the middle toilet under a brick. They were worn and old, but I will never forget that first time I opened them and nutted to those fat thick cocks plastered across the pages. From that day on, I knew my tastes leaned towards guys.

I spent the next couple of summers before going off to college sneaking away to my favorite spot, occasionally seeing new magazines and beer cans littered around the space. I never saw a soul, but I often fantasized about the guys who shared my spot with me. Don’t get me wrong, I had some action in the library of my college, but it was off and on, and I could never get filthy in there or in my shared dorm room.

I finally made it through the woods and approached the old building; it still looked the same. It had only been a year since I was there, but I missed it. I wonder what the guys left behind for me this time, I thought to myself. Leaping over a fallen tree, I made my way to the entrance. Well, that’s new, I thought, looking at the makeshift entrance door. Wooden, beat up, and no locks. What’s the point? I wondered.

The place was still trashed, as usual, and three stalls were mostly maintained, filthy with ink and pictures. I quickly opened the wood stall door and stepped in to take a look behind the toilet. Sure enough, there was another magazine. Pulling my shorts down to my ankles and slipping my feet out I tossed them on the wood board that had been left on the toilet. I didn’t need splinters in my ass. Turning, I took a seat and spread my legs out to give some room for my nuts and cock to breathe.

It was a hot day, so that house was hot as hell, even with the roof being open and aired with holes. It was quiet, only the sound of the stall door creaking slowly closed in front of me, and my slow strokes could be heard. I was in my zone!

I wasn’t there long when I heard the entrance door swing open and steps coming in. Nobody ever comes here! Panicked, I stood and quickly and silently pulled the stall door closed and latched the hook. I listened intently for any sounds or voices. It sounded muffled, but I couldn’t tell what was being said.

The guy went straight to the far stall to my left. I heard the door open and looked down to see a new black fishing boot with a yellow tip and the brand name “LACROSSE” along the ankle. I didn’t hear anyone else, and curiosity got the best of me. I angled my head to peer over at his exposed flesh through the hole, unloading into the toilet. His stream was thick, and that meaty hose surpassed my expectations. He had pulled his nuts out over his unzipped jeans, letting them hang low to slap his cock against when he shook the urine loose.

I was fixated, opening my mouth wide to ensure my breathing would not expose my spying activity. He just kept flipping his meat, smacking his long shaft against his hairy nut sack. I wanted to suck that cock dry so bad. I was just waiting for some cue to be absolutely sure he wanted some action. Then it came––the shaft began to harden and he began to stroke it out.

His cock swelled, flaring out at the edges of his meaty head. The precum began oozing out of his slit and stringing down toward the hole below. I was utterly captivated and had my face pressed against the wall by this point. My cock had swelled up, leaking down my shaft all over my thigh. I reached down, stroking myself slowly, ensuring I timed my jerks to his.

At this point, he had to know; he had to hear me and at least see my shadow below his cock and feet. Yet, he did nothing; he just kept jerking it. I was getting way too excited, and I needed the taste of his meat. I finally took a chance.

“I sure would love to suck that meat…you keen on it?” My heart was pounding, but I had to ask, right? Not a word. Would he kick my ass, fuck my ass, just downright tear into me?!? My mind was racing with fear and my heart was pounding. I stared through the hole, waiting for the answer.

He moved himself to the stall wall before me, presenting his long throbbing cock to my face directly. Not saying a word, he just slowly wagged it in my face. Slowly, he slipped the length of his meat through the hole. I leaned forward, pausing to inhale the smell of his head and then driving it down my throat balls deep! He totally let out a moan that echoed off the walls of the small space as I began to work my throat and tongue around his shaft and cockhead.

I had completely let go of my cock, wrapping both hands around his cock as I pulled off and pressing my face into the stall wall as I came back down. I wanted that load to choke me out and spill over my lips and down my chin. He was panting at this point, quietly making remarks under his breath just below my hearing level. I pulled off his swollen cock and gazed up at his smooth long dick.

“You like that cock sucked, man?” He only grunted at me. “Fuck ya, you do!” I pushed his cock back and grasped his nuts, pulling them over the wooden lip of the hole. Cupping them in one hand, I pushed my head down and began to fuck my throat deep on his rod. Spit poured out of the sides of my mouth as his cock rammed deeper and deeper into my throat, swelling up more and more. I could taste his precum on the back of my tongue and feel his power over my throat, dominating me.

I just held my face to that wall, waiting for my reward! It didn’t take long. He bucked like a wild stallion into my face, plowing his load down my throat. I made sure to hold my head in place as he released every pent-up drop he had in his nuts. When he finished, he dislodged his cock from my throat, shook it off and returned it to his Levi’s, and walked out of the stall. I, meanwhile, was left with a cock coated in precum, still raging hard, and a throat coated in cum. I didn’t dare call out to him or even think about opening my stall door.

I sat there, balls aching, dreaming of him coming back to finish me off more. I could hear him stepping toward the entrance but stopping yet again. Once more, I heard murmurs. Could there be another guy? WFT?! I thought in a panic. Great, now they are both gonna beat the fuck out of me! My mom is gonna find me dead here, no shorts, cum, and a damn stomach full of DNA.

I didn’t have to wait long; I heard the first set of steps, followed by the second. The first set made their way toward me and re-entered the stall to my left. The second set took the first stall to my right. I looked down, seeking out which feet belonged to the guy I had just swallowed. These were new, jet black, but still had the same LACOSSE on the ankle. Looking to the right, I could see the black and yellow boots clearly.

I listened intently for the sounds of voices, but not a sound came. I moved to lean toward the hole on my left when he stuffed it with a rag. Glancing to my right, he, too, crammed a rag into the hole. What gives? I thought, uncertain why they did that.
I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

The black boots pulled out of view, followed by the sounds of his pants opening up and being pulled down. He didn’t waste time; he had slipped under the stall quickly, and I waited eagerly for him to feed me some flesh under the stall wall. He had a set of thick black rubber thighs and an exposed long thick cock bobbing at my ankles. ‘HOLY SHIT!’ was the only thing that my mind could think of. I sat watching him slowly jack that 8” thick purple-headed beast of a cock for me from under the stall wall. He was in waders, and they were shiny new. As I watched him jack to my right, I listened as the yellow boot-tipped man unbuckled and dropped his pants.

As you might expect, the dude’s cock popped up. I was in heaven, surrounded by cock, and hungry as fuck at this point. In almost a heartbeat of a moment, both men had dropped and slipped their hard cocks under the stall walls for me to provide them with attention. Reaching down with my still cum and spit-coated hands, I started working both fat cocks together. The man on the right had good stamina and a not-too-shabby long cock, while the man on the left was thicker, and that purple head was swelling up nicely! Meanwhile, my cock was oozing precum like a machine at this point.

Leaning forward, I slurped all over each cock, giving equal attention to each man’s meat. After a few seconds, I knew what I wanted…seeded and bred! I put a nice gob of spit on the cockhead of the guy to my right, getting him ready for ass. I didn’t bother to inquire or offer; I just slipped off the toilet and pressed my tight hole to his cockhead. He initially seemed hesitant but then put his weight behind that long meat, bearing it proudly for my hole to slide down on.

His cock passed my ass lips and slid slowly into my gut. I worked myself up and down carefully so that I could accept him fully. I continued to work my black-booted man on my left side, leaning forward and slathering his meat with my mouth and tongue. I ran my hand up his thighs, feeling the hot rubber. His cock smelled like sweat and that good funk all thick cock men have. His purple head was aching to blow a load into my mouth. I kept working his meat further into my throat as the guy behind me continued to slide that thick cock of his up my ass. Before long, I was on my knees with one man’s cock balls deep in my ass and the other in my throat at the same time.

I was a pig on a spit! They were both pumping into my holes rapidly. The black booted cock was working my throat deep, with spit and pre-cum leaking out the sides of my mouth. I had to brace myself on the floor and stall to take his thrusts, in sync somehow with the guy in the back pumping his rod into my hole. I don’t know if they knew they were tagging me like this, but they seemed to have picked up a rhythm together.

I was loving every bit of it when the guy pounding my hole suddenly started to buck awkwardly, signaling his desire to flood my ass with cum. I pulled off the thick cock I was sucking long enough to call out.

“Breed it, man! Fuckin’ breed my fuckin’ hole dude!”

Almost on command, the dude began to let loose a flood of hot thick cum up my ass. I heard him attempt to silence his orgasm into his arm or hand as I felt his rod throb with every injection of cum into my hole. Still hungry, I leaned forward and continued to suck off that purple-headed cock before me. My ass was loaded up, and he slowly pulled out. I could feel the sting of air hit my exposed hole and the warm, draining feeling of his cum pouring out along my ass lips. He was done. I could hear him standing up and adjusting himself. So, I naturally turned back to the work in front of me. He was so thick and rock-hard, and I know he had been holding it back for a while.

“You wanna fuck me too, man?” I offered up. He responded with a manly grunt, not an actual word, just a deep grunt of desire. Like a good boy, I spun around and backed my ass up under the stall wall and let him have full access to my used cum-stained hole. Surprisingly, he slapped his mouth on my hole and began licking and sucking on the cum slathered around it. After feasting on my sore hole, I felt him pool spit on my hole as he placed that large fuckin’ purple-headed cock against me and began to feed it into me.

I will admit that one was not easy to take, and I could feel him stretching me out as he fed his meat into me. I braced for him, and he did not disappoint me. He began pile-driving my ass and working out the spit and cum that once filled my ass cavity. He was bound and determined to work himself balls deep and breed me like the bitch I was. One hand was bracing myself on the floor and the other was working my cum-coated cock for my release.

My pouts and moans echoed in the bathroom, and I could hear his pants and grunts as he worked my ass over harder and harder. I could see the black and yellow-tipped boots walking around to the left stall doorway, he must be watching his buddy plow me open. Soon after, I felt him swell up and begin pumping my hole full of his hot cum. At that same instance, I lost control of my nuts and off my cock went like a firehose, spraying cum all over the floor and my hands.

He stayed, steadied, and stuck in my hole for a few minutes, allowing every drop to pump into me before slowly pulling out of me. The sound of popping came next from his cock, pulling free from my now tender, used hole. I pulled myself back into my stall and squeezed my ass as tight as I could to retain every bit of the fresh seed the men had fed my ass. I wanted to carry them all day inside me, and I wasn’t about to lose them.

I could hear the man pulling his pants together and their steps leading quickly to the entrance. I wanted to jump out and meet them face to face, exchange numbers or something, but I just sat there, used, cum-fed, and well-bred. Cum drunk from all the action, my head still spinning in the hot room.

Eventually, I pulled myself together, put my clothes back on, and replaced the magazine in its spot. The afternoon was spent, just like me, and I had better get back to the house before my mother worried about me. I took my time going home, daydreaming of the day I had and reminiscing about the smell of their cocks on my upper lip. I was hoping I could come back tomorrow at the same time; perhaps they would be there.

The walk home was about thirty minutes, and I decided it would be best to come in through the back door to the kitchen rather than stomp my muddy shoes through the house. Lunch was already cooking and I could smell the fried bologna in the skillet, one of my favorites. I have always enjoyed country food. It was never the same in the city from my skillet.

“There you are!” Mother called out. “Get a seat. Your dad and uncle should be here any minute.” I did as I was told and took my seat at the table. No sooner had I sat down did my dad and Uncle Jack come through the back door. “There you guys are!” She called out. “Everybody seems to be late. How’s the fishing?” I picked up my sandwich and took a mouthful, listening to the chatter merely in passing.

“Oh, we got us both a snapper. Teased the hell out of both our lines, but the fella got away,” Dad expressed, followed by Uncle Jack chuckling. My eyes wandered across the floor tile to where both men were standing. I noticed my dad was wearing tall, black, shiny new waders, and my uncle Jack was in a pair of yellow-tipped fishing boots. Frozen, I looked up at both men’s faces. “Hopefully, we will get him good next time,” Dad finished with smiling at me.