Midnight Fantasies

Welcome to a sexy new special edition of Midnight Fantasies. Here I explore your deepest, darkest fantasies and bring them to life for your pleasure. Today, our writer continues his fantasy involving his best friend, his best friend's dad, and brother. Are you ready to shock your mind?

I'LL NEVER FORGET MY BUDDY'S DAD 3

This fantasy we'll just assume takes place a little while after the trip.

The next week came and went, and Larry stayed over at my house the following weekend. Larry had been unusually quiet and subdued all week. When we were finally alone, I asked him what was going on.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but..." His voice trailed off and he stared off into space. My heart stopped. Had his father confessed what had happened between us? Had he given Larry hell for playing around with me?

I felt panic and dread as I asked, "Tell me what?"

Larry turned to look at me. "Lonnie knows about what we did," he said. My mind whirled in confusion.

"What? Lonnie!? What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Lonnie saw us that day when we sucked each other’s dick. He watched us through the bathroom from his bedroom. He said he had a perfect view of the whole thing," Larry said quietly.

I blurted out, "You said he wasn't home!"

Larry replied, "I didn't think he was, but he must have come in after we got started."

My jaw nearly hit the floor and I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. I couldn't speak because my heart was pounding in fear and shame.

"That's not the worst part of it," Larry continued, "he made me suck his cock every day last week or he said he'd tell Dad on us."

I shook my head in disbelief and said, "No!"

Larry continued, "He told me to tell you that you have to suck his cock too, or he'll tell your folks on both of us." I was stunned. I couldn't speak. "Tonight. You have to suck his cock tonight or it's all over," Larry said.

"What? Tonight? How? My folks are home! I can't go over to your house tonight," I said in a panic.

Larry continued, "He said we had to meet him out in back of your garage at 10:30. He said you could do it to him back there. He said if we didn't meet him on time, he'd come inside and tell your parents."

The whole thing pissed me off. The truth be told, I had been attracted to Lonnie for over two years, but couldn't have put it into words. Once, when I was 11, he had taken me down and pressed his body against mine and I felt him get hard. He held me down and ground his groin against me for several minutes, grunted and rubbed real hard against me, then suddenly got up and took off. The front of his jeans was wet. Nothing else happened between us after that. Now he was blackmailing me into sucking his cock! With what I knew about life today, all he had to do was ask.

It was almost 10:30 and Larry and I went out the back door. When we rounded the corner of the garage, we ran right into Lonnie and another guy named Joel.

"Right on time, Ronnie. Guess you wanted some of this dick, huh? Well, you're going to suck it just like you sucked on my brother. Then Joel, here, wants some too," said Lonnie in a sneering tone. Two zippers were pulled down as Lonnie pushed me against the back of my garage.

"Get down and do it," he commanded. Lonnie's cock was almost as big as his father’s. There was no gentleness, however, as he shoved it into my mouth and gagged me. I coughed and nearly threw up. In seconds, Lonnie flooded my mouth and pulled away. It was over almost before it began.

"Your turn, Joel," he said to his friend.

Joel took his place and pressed forward. I opened my mouth and a very hard 6" cut cock slipped into my mouth. Joel, too, pushed too deep and the head of his dick went down my throat. I gagged again and this time I threw up. Joel stepped back quickly enough to escape the contents of my stomach.

"OK, Larry, you suck Joel," said Lonnie.

"Yeah, on your knees and suck my dick," growled Joel to Larry. As I fought for control, I saw Joel grab Larry's head and force it over his cock. Seconds later, Joel gasped and shot off into Larry's mouth. In less than a minute, both boys had zipped up and took off, leaving Larry and me to sort things out.

There were no more camping trips for the four of us for the rest of that summer. Over time, I grew to like having sex with Lonnie and Joel. They eventually admitted that they had acted like jerks, and changed their behavior towards us after that night. Our foursomes continued fairly regularly after that, and I had individual sessions with Lonnie and Joel after work. They became so enjoyable that I looked forward to getting together.

Joel was the first of the two to fuck me and I discovered that I liked it. It hurt at first, but changed to a wonderful pleasure that I could have only imagined. He made me shoot all over his stomach the first time we tried it; it caught us both by surprise. We started doing it regularly after that. I would suck him off first, and then he would fuck me two or three more times before going home. Later, when Lonnie learned that Joel had been there first, he wanted to try. Joel had loosened me sufficiently that I could take Lonnie's huge cock without much trouble. It was so hot. Lonnie also made me shoot without touching myself. It seemed to make him proud.

One day, I asked to borrow some of Larry's CD's and he told me to just go into the house and get what I wanted. The house was always unlocked and I just walked in as usua and right into his very naked, dripping wet father.

"Shit! Where'd you come from?" he asked while trying to cover himself.

"Sorry," I said. "Larry asked me to pick up his book." My voice trailed off as I saw the towel "tenting" in front of his crotch. I stared, transfixed.

"Stop looking at me like that," he said petulantly. My heart leaped into my throat, and my cock strained against my own pants so hard that it hurt. Brazenly, I grabbed the towel, ripped it from his hands and instantly went down on him. The quick intake of his breath registered his shock, but he just stood there, helplessly, and his words betrayed him.

"Ohhhh don't…please…Noooooo…please. This is wrong. Doooon't…Oh, God! I can't take this. Please…Oh, fuck…I love it…"

He made no move to stop me and I intended to see it through. Suddenly, he pulled away and pulled me to my feet. He trembled as he stared deeply into my eyes and said in a choked-up voice, "Take your clothes off." I stripped on the spot. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me off to his bedroom, dropping me on the bed.

"Spread 'em," he said. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant and slicked up his cock. He rubbed lubricant over my asshole and it didn't take a brain surgeon to know what was going to happen. It hurt when one lubricated finger gently opened my hole. It hurt more when two fingers pressed inside. It hurt proportionately more when three fingers went in, but the discomfort began to change, subtly. He climbed up beside me on the bed and told me to sit on his cock.

"How?" I asked.

"Get over me and slide down onto it. Do it slow and it won't hurt as bad. Just expect it to hurt at first, no matter how slow we go, but you'll soon love it!"

I did as instructed and was shocked to feel the blunt, thick head open my asshole. Man, did that hurt! I was so grateful to Lonnie and Joel for having stretched my body, but "Dad" was simply bigger. Tears sprang to my eyes and I had to stop to adjust to him. It took me five more minutes to get his cock into my ass. Thirty seconds later, when he began to move, I could tell that the pain was going to be worth it. In fact, the pain rapidly disappeared as he moved that mountainous pole in and out of my body. Pain? What pain? All I could feel was a rapturous build-up of pleasure.

John rolled me over and I was on my back with him still impaled inside. He pulled my ass to the end of the bed and placed my legs over his shoulders. Then he fucked me. Or, should I say he locked his soul to mine and connected our bodies to a central source of mutual pleasure that only increased with each thrust. Just when I thought I could not stand it any more, I felt the floodgates open inside me. I felt hot, thick pressure of his viscous fluids being forced into the very center of my being. At that instant, I painted his chest hairs and face with fluid of my own and nearly fainted from the ecstatic pleasure.