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Subject: DIY Danny chapter 3 Third chapter then. Danny has successfully corrupted his older friend Matty and is looking forward to seeing the edited highlights when his Dad gets home. Thanks for the comments. Don’t forget to donate! It was a really good dream. One of the best I can remember having, since I started to produce sperms. I was kneeling, downstairs in the lounge…on that familiar sheepskin rug. Behind me, I could clearly hear the sounds of Matty talking to my Dad and pulling off his clothes. I would have turned round to perv on his pretty cock, just for reference purposes, you understand, but I was a bit preoccupied. Courtesy of a rather large adult cock which was bouncing gently in front of my eyes very attractively. Dad. Oh goodie, I thought. Danny’s about to get spit roasted. A phrase I’d never heard of until 3 months ago, when Dad and I watched a video of a skinny fair haired 12 year old boy taking two other 14 year old kids dicks. He looked happy in his work while they pounded him, and it definitely stuck in my mind. No doubt slyly planted there by my ever inventive father? I knew Matty was not only thinner than dad, but shorter too…and I’m not talking about his height. For the first time since I’d endured Dad’s monster filling me to the brim, I actually started to consider the pros of being taken in the bum again. With my father’s quivering erection to concentrate on I’d probably, with the right lubrication, quite enjoy my schoolmate mounting me. Or so I hoped. I remember the dream was so vivid, I could almost taste the big cock being waved tantalisingly before my eyes. I actually opened my mouth ready to receive. Muscle memory, I think they call it. And then…and then…I woke up. With a groan of disappointment which changed rapidly to a gasp of surprise. Dad was next to my bed, grinning down on me as I huffed in frustration at being interrupted. “Good dream tiger?” He laughed quietly “Looked like it, the way you were wriggling and licking your lips” He looked down the bed, where my modest erection was tenting the single sheet. I’ve seen and done too much to blush at being caught during a wet dream, but I did grimace a bit. “Yeah, it was Dad…worse luck” I said ” Thanks for that”…sarcasm not being my strong point. But Dad grinned again. I looked sideways at the clock on my bedside table. 01.45 it said. I sat up a bit and rubbed my eyes… “It’s OK Dan…nothing to worry about. I got back an hour ago and had a look at the footage of you and Matty…very hot?” “I was there…remember?” I said cheekily and dad ruffled my hair in a way he knew annoyed me, but I let it slide. “You certainly were, Danny Boy…that clever little mouth certainly rocked Mattys world kid…but I’m not so sure a mouthful of your jizz was top of his Christmas list” I grimaced again. He was right…I was going to have to do some Olympic level grovelling over the next few days to take the scowl off my best friends face. “I know…but…you know what it’s like Dad…when you gotta go…?” Dad chuckled and knelt on the bed next to me. His kimono summer robe was only loosely tied and through the gape, I could see his erection poking through. “Funny you should say that Dan..watching that little show gave me a problem…wanna take care of it for me?” The response “Is the Pope a Catholic?” came to mind, but with the wet dream still vivid and dad’s need for release all too obvious, I decided actions were better than smart words. I reached towards him and pulled the tie of the dressing gown until the material fell away. Dad’s taken to shaving and waxing this past year. He says it just feels better and I agree. I’ve regularly knelt in front of half a dozen random guys this past 6 months and I’m not over keen on the guys who have mini forests down there. Makes my nose tickle. But Dad’s smooth belly and balls makes an attractive sight…even at 1 am in the morning. It wasn’t exactly a hardship to open my mouth and slip that familiar monster inside. I rested my body on my elbow and started to suck him. Usually, he has a lot of stamina, even though he’s told me often enough, looking down at a 12 year old eagerly sucking him off is the hottest thing ever. But I knew after watching me and Matty 69, he was probably half way there already. No point in lingering over this…dad needed to cum…and the sooner I got him off, the sooner he’d take care of MY little problem. Which is how it turned out. Suction, a busy tongue and some ball squeezing bursa escort got the job done in less than five minutes. He held my head as his cock jerked in my mouth, sending a couple of table spoons of cum onto my tongue. I swallowed dutifully. No need for subtlety tonight…no porn star tongue outstretched to show the sperms on it. Nope, just a couple of firm swallows, a bit of tongue work to make sure I got it all, then I released his still hard cock, licking my lips as he stared down at me. “Fucking hell, Danny boy” he said, chest still heaving “…that never gets old…right, time for you to get to sleep…it’s late and…” I looked up at him quizzically and he laughed out loud at my expression. “Oh yeah…sorry…that wet dream still bothering you?” He said in an amused tone “…no problem son…shift over” I did and he did…solve the problem that is. Like Dad, I was already half way there after imagining taking my father and best friend at once. His head bobbed in my lap as I lay back and let the fantasy run a bit further. I only got up to the part where pretend Matty was pushing his cock into my arse before I gripped Dad’s hair in both fists, arched up off the mattress and fired off a far more modest teaspoon of milky cum into his mouth. It only took one swallow to dispose of the evidence and after wishing me a good night with a lingering kiss, so i could taste myself on his tongue, he left my room. I considered getting up for a drink of water, but it’s not like the lingering taste of cum wasn’t familiar to me, was it? Within a minute, I was asleep again. Next morning…later than usual after our late night session, I went downstairs, yawning and scratching my balls. Not a pretty sight I’m sure, but Dad’s example was like a blueprint to my growing up. He was in the kitchen, cooking eggs and toast. I sat at the breakfast table after mumbling a “G’morning” as I did. “Morning sunshine” he said cheerfully ” Two eggs?” I nodded and poured myself a glass of chilled orange juice. I might be happy to go to sleep with the taste of cum in my mouth, but the mornings different. I swallowed a couple of decent mouthfuls before grunting a thanks as Dad plonked a plate in front of me with a couple of fried eggs on wholemeal toast. “I’m not working today son,..so we have the day to ourselves…unless you’ve got plans?” I might have done, this time yesterday, but I’m not sure Matty would be quite ready to forgive me splooging in his mouth yesterday. So I shook my head. I didn’t even have any regular clients to see today. There are 6 of them. I think that’s plenty, given they all need servicing at least once a week. There’s the two older guys who live together as a couple and take great delight in watching me strip off in their lounge before slowly sucking their 60 year old cocks one at a time. I get £40 for that hours work. Then there’s the Spanish looking guy at the garage…in his 40’s I think. He likes a quick hand job, followed by me taking his cum at the end. £20 well earned. The guy who delivers our pizzas once a fortnight is another. Once he found out I was happy to give him a much better tip…one night when Dad was called out to work and I was home alone….he comes back every week, just not with a pizza box in his hand. Then there’s the guy who put up our satellite dish. Dad sorta knows about him. He put his hand high up on my bare leg when Dad was outside inspecting his work. I think the guy was a bit shocked when I pushed his hand up under my shorts and onto my stiffening cock. I met him in the next street an hour later and blew him in the back of his Transit van. He’s as regular as clockwork. Only in his 20s but apparently his wife hates oral sex. All the more for me. Calls me a ‘little bitch’ when I’m swallowing his load, but I think that’s aimed at his reluctant wife. He likes to see cum on my lips too. Each one to their own, I guess. Then there’s Mr Howells, my PE teacher at school. Caught me giving Matty a blow job in the storeroom and instead of marching me to the heads office, whipped his whopper out and asked me if I wanted to try a grown up cock? Little does he know its not exactly a novelty to me. He’s another one who wants to fuck me…but he’s even bigger than dad, so fuck that for a game of soldiers. I told him maybe next term… Finally there’s the old guy who calls me DIY Danny. Funny guy. After the quickie, first time in the bushes behind the DIY store, I found out he only lives 2 streets away from me. Now I go to his house bursa escort bayan instead. He likes me to be naked too and nowadays, he usually 69s with me while I’m doing him. Sucks real good too. Oh, and really loves sticking his finger in me just before I cum. Always a showstopper, that one. He’s a pretty good guy, pays over the odds and usually likes to have me twice a week. Another £50 in the Danny Sullivan holiday pot. But none of them are due their rations today. Usually I’d hang out with Matty outside one of the seafront arcades, hoping some deviant will spot me and add to my growing list of clients, but I’m off his Christmas card list for the duration. It won’t last. Never does with Matty. In the past few months I’ve blown him about 20 times. Pretends he’s humouring me by graciously allowing me to suck his dick. But I’ve had enough experience now to know when a guys into cock. Matty just doesn’t want the label. He got excited enough last night to actually lick my cock. OK, there was beer and a little chemical assistance there, but if he was THAT straight, I think he’d put up more of a fight. Nope, ol Matthew is well on the way to giving in. Dad reckons a couple more sexy times on the couch and he’ll drop the pretence. I hope so, its hard work always being the aggressor? Anyway, I shrug when Dad suggests we do a bit of beach walking then have lunch on the pier. It’s a nice day and there’s always the edited highlights of last night to watch this afternoon. So we do the old father and son thing. We take Sammy, our Rhodesian Ridgeback dog with us. He’s a big, boisterous bugger, but a great guard dog. Dad says in Africa, they use them to protect farms and stuff. He’s a big softy with us, but I think being bitten by him would be very not fun… After a McDonalds in town, we come back home and both hit the shower. Dad in his en suite, me in the main bathroom. It’s been hot and sweaty on the beach, but I think Dad’s got other activities in mind for when we watch last nights porn, so I make sure the shower leaves me squeaky clean. I’m sort of loving/hating the idea that he might want to fuck me again today. It’ll hurt again, but he reckons every time gets easier…I hope he’s right. While we’re getting in the mood, naked on the couch, side by side….he springs a surprise. He gets up and disappears into the kitchen. Out of the fridge comes a tray of chocolate brownies…home made I’d guess. I know they weren’t there yesterday. I’d have spotted them when I was getting beers, so he must have brought them home from the trip up north. “Danny Boy…a treat for you” he said, balancing the tray on his knees beside me. I reached out for one but his hand stopped me. “Just a sec” he said “these are special brownies” not like any you’ve eaten before?” I wrinkled my nose in surprise. I’ve had brownies dozens of times? “Believe me kiddo…these aren’t like any chocolate brownies you’ve had before. Try one by all means, but before you start gorging on them…wait a while?” As you’ve probably guessed, the ten minutes I waited between the first and second brownie, while Dad played about with the computer, cutting and editing last nights footage…something strange happened. At first it was a feeling of warmth, relaxation. I hardly noticed at first. Then the colours of the furniture and curtains became much more vivid. Dad cracked a lame joke about some guy he knew and before I realised it, I was cracking up. It wasn’t THAT funny, but I could hardly catch a breath, I was giggling so hard. Dad came over and hugged me to him. His warm skin seemed impossibly smooth…all I could think of was how I wanted to taste him right fucking now. But first a pang of actual hunger hit me. I looked at the little brown squares on the tray and my mouth watered. I couldn’t make my mind up between sex and food…not something that’s ever bothered me before. Sex almost always wins. “These are hash cakes Danny Boy. You’ll feel high, giggly and hungry, all at once. Oh, and you’ll be wanting sex pretty much constantly right now…?” He looked down at my lap, where my slim erection was poking straight up. “I can take care of that for you, tiger…but first I want us to watch last night’s fun. You’ve had the luxury of enjoying Matty…My turn now?” How could I refuse? Ten minutes later and another square of sweet brownie later, I was feeling no pain. My head felt like a kaleidoscope, full of random thoughts and images. On screen, Dad had looped the last twenty escort bursa seconds, so the overhead zoomed in camera was showing me and Matty coming over and over. You could clearly see my cheeks hollowing as I drained my friends sperms from him in three swallows. My eyes were closed, but you could definitely see the satisfaction on my face, a fraction before my eyes flew open and I gave in to my own orgasm. This time, Dad had concentrated on the view of Mattys mouth round my dick and his own eyes spring open as his addled brain registered the fact that his mouth was now home to about a million of my sperms. It was the first time I’d seen it, so it had a predictable effect on my excitement. Luckily, Dad was on hand to help me out… But he was in no hurry to make me cum. We just lazily stroked each other for a bit as the latest little brown aphrodisiac worked its magic. The pills that Dad shared with me were ace, but in some ways this hash stuff is even better…more mellow. With the tv now showing a collection of Dad’s greatest porn and his warm palm stroking me to distraction, I was up for anything. Which, of course, was the idea. I ended up on my knees, facing the screen as he fiddled with something behind me. There was a lot of stroking my rear and even some delicious probing between my cheeks with his long tongue. It wasn’t long before I was moaning and asking for his fingers. No poppers this time. He used something warm and slippery to prepare me, while I struggled not to jerk myself silly as the kid on screen began to wail as the older guy behind him began to seriously rut inside his pretty little arse. I guess that’s the sort of scene Dad was looking at now too. I was riveted to the boy getting fucked, watching his expression change from a pained grimace to acceptance, then when the guy behind him started relentlessly thrusting, open mouthed delirium. Yep, that was me too, inside five minutes. Dad was gentle but insistent. Told me I was his beautiful boy and that he was gonna fuck me so good, the pain would fade. Well, I’m sure, even in my drugged state, that wasn’t ENTIRELY accurate. His cock hadn’t shrunk overnight and damned if it didn’t hurt like a bitch when he forced that slippery head past my ring. But I knew what was coming this time (the puns write themselves) and he was careful to let me get used to being filled before moving again, inch by inch. It was all a bit surreal. The 10 year old skinny kid on screen was now writhing in pain and pleasure (?) as the guy behind him gripped those skinny pre pubescent hips and fucked him hard. Then another kid a bit older shuffled on his knees into view and fed the kid his cock. The moans were muffled as they enjoyed the hell out of his body. At the same time, Dad slowly pressed inwards and I felt his stomach finally rest against my cheeks. He was right in me. “Watch the screen Danny” he panted, clearly keeping himself in check. I could feel his incredible width filling me completely. One hand steadied me as I knelt, with tears running down my cheeks freely, the other reached round and gripped my cock tightly. I cried out at that move. Then the thrusting began. The drug was still playing havoc with my head. Everything seemed merge. The boy on screen yelled out as the guy pushed one last time right inside him and I could see the mans face screw up as he shot into the tight little arse in front of him. That’s when I gave in totally. Despite the pain, the exquisite discomfort of being so full…for the first time…I don’t know if it was the drug, dad’s insistent filthy talk in my ear or his hand pumping me faster as he screwed me..but the combination was too much to take. Instantly I felt my orgasm rush over me. Dad covered my cock with the hand which was pumping me. I came and came, crying out in a pitch I don’t remember ever reaching before. It was as if my whole insides were shooting out through my dick. As the jets of cum slowed, Dad squeezed my cock one last time, then buried himself for the last time, right up inside me, I felt the warm liquid as it jetted into me. My open mouth was just what he needed. His hand came up, covered in my cum and he ordered me to suck it clean. Which, of course, I did. After I’d sort of recovered and finished a whole bottle of cold water, Dad did the usual and carried me upstairs. The ritual of shower, soothing cream and a warm bed was just what I needed. Danny had been well fucked again and oblivion was all he needed XXX More adventures for Danny next time. Matty forgives him and another surprise from Dad brings some variety to the Sullivan house. Comments welcome at nikinak1313 (at) hushmail (dot) com. I answer all emails unless they’re insulting!

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