At the Pool with Mark's Dad Pt 1


by RJ <bbboy2@hotmail.com>

It started out as a cool morning and I had left home on my bike wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. As the sun rose higher, it soon became very hot and I was sweating through my clothes by the time I got to my friend, Mark's, house. Mark had been my best friend since we were in first grade and now that we were in junior high we saw each other almost every day. I knocked at the front door and no one answered so I pushed my bike through the tall side gate and into the backyard. Mark's family had a huge pool surrounded by a deck that came off the back of the house. One side of the deck was attached to a shed they used to store patio furniture and pool supplies.

I leaned my bike against the tall fence and walked up the deck stairs. The sliding doors were open and I was about to shout out for someone when I realized that asleep on one of the lounge chairs was Mark's father. I was startled because Mr. Joiner is a strict man who, when he was around, would spent most of his time yelling at Mark and me for bothering him, or fooling around, or for just no reason. Instead of turning around right away and leaving like I should have done, I was frozen in place staring at Mark's father lying mostly naked on the chair. Mr. Joiner is a tall man in his 50's with a great body for a man older than my father. My eyes wandered over his very hairy chest. It was dense black fur peppered with gray hairs across his chest and it glistened in the sun from what I assume was suntan lotion and his sweat. The hair continued in a wide band down his stomach and into the top of a small light-blue Speedo swimsuit. His hair at the edge of the suit was so thick I could barely see the white string form the bathing suit. My eyes skipped down over his large, hairy legs that had rivulets of sweat streaming off of them and through the vinyl straps of the chair and into small puddles on the deck. I stood transfixed and started sweating even more than when I was riding my bike. I thought I would pass out so I quickly shed my sweat shirt to try and keep from fainting.

I turned around and kneeled down to the pool to grab some water to splash quietly on my face and chest. When I got up, I walked slowly closer to the chair to look down at him. When I was about 2 feet away from the chair, I stopped and held my breath. My young eyes stared full square at the HUGE bulge in the pouch of his bathing suit. The light blue suit was damp and I could almost see through it. I could see the outline of his _d_i_c_k_ which was obviously fat and had a huge knob on the end. I could even tell it was cut. If the size of his _d_i_c_k_ did not stop me, what did stop my breathing was what looked like 2 testicles the size of plums. I could see each ball covered in lots of hair pressing against the fabric. I do not know how long I stood there but my chest that was wet from the pool water dried and then got soaked again from my sweat. I leaned closer and put my finger close to the stretched pouch of his bathing suit. Very slowly I pressed my finger onto his _c_o_c_k_ and ran it down the outlined edge. That did it! It was too much for my 13-year-old body--my knees almost buckled and I came in my underwear. My dry mouth coughed out, "Uggh!" and sweat rolled off my face and onto Mr. Joiner's chest. The combination of my adolescent orgasmic grunt and the sweat woke him up.

"Hey! Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?," Mr. Joiner said as he squinted up at me. "Um, I came to see Mark." I stammered. I was not sure if he knew what had just happened. I somehow thought that a boy flushed red in the face and chest with a boner sticking up in his jeans (with a slowly forming wet spot) was safe from his scrutinizing gaze. Mr. Joiner barked, "Well, Mark is not here. He is at the dentist with his mother. You can wait for him." Then he leaned over and grabbed one of the beer bottles in a cooler next to his lounge chair (I had not even noticed it), took a long drink from it, and then looked back at me. I still hadn't moved. He kind of smirked and said, "Why don't you go in the pool while you are waiting?" "Um, no thanks, Mr. Joiner, I can come back later. I don't have my suit or anything." He pointed at the pool with his beer bottle and said more forcefully, "Kid, really. Go in the pool. Swim in your shorts or go skinny dipping. Hey, it's just us men here, right?" and he laughed.

I was too scared to stay but too intrigued to leave. I turned to one of the lounge chairs next to his and started to kick off my sneakers. I undid the snap and zipper on my jeans and slid them off my legs. That is when I realized that I had messed the inside of my underwear more than I thought. The cum had soaked not only the front of my red jockey shorts, leaving a huge wet spot, but it also covered my left thigh. I did not know what to do. I stood there frozen. Knowing that Mr. Joiner was watching me undress had gotten me turned on again and I could not turn around. Then I heard him say, "Kid, you better take off those red undies 'cause I don't want them bleeding in my pool." I quickly shucked them down my legs and balled them up under my jeans. I now had to negotiate getting into the pool without revealing my cum-covered crotch and thigh and my brand new hard-on. So I quickly ran to the edge of the pool and dove in.

The shock of the cold water almost took my breath away and I hoped that it would cause my boner to go down. I held my breath under water and tried to stay on the bottom of the pool, rubbing off as much cum as I could. When I finally burst to the surface, I found Mr. Joiner at the edge of the pool, holding his beer, and staring down at me. I treaded water in the center of the pool hoping that the distance and my kicking legs would keep him from seeing my young hardon. He just kept staring and, every so often, took a swig of beer. My kicking was doing more than keeping me afloat. Now, it was keeping me from peeing. The combination of the cold water, my recent ejaculation, and nerves made my bladder feel like it was going to explode. But it also made my _d_i_c_k_ even harder so I kept treading water. I decided to swim to the bottom of the pool and try to stay out of his line of sight. At the bottom of the pool I did my best to relax but it did not take long and my pee came gushing out. I could feel the warm piss surround my crotch and legs, especially in that cold pool. I thought I would run out of air before I ran out of pee, when I heard a huge deep groaning sound. I realized that Mr. Joiner dove into the pool! And when I opened my eyes I saw him swimming right for me.

He grabbed my arm and yanked me to the surface. I came up sputtering from the shock and with his strong arms he swam to the pool steps, dragging me behind him. "You son-of-a-bitch! Pissing in my pool. You pig! I should make you drink the whole god_d_a_m_n_ pool and clean it up," he shouted the entire way. When we had reached the steps, I could stand and see that where I had peed, the water had turned a cloudy green. How could I have peed that much? "I put that chemical in the pool 'cause I was tired of Mark and his friends using my pool as a toilet." "I'm sorry, Mr. Joiner, I didn't mean to. I won't do it again." "You did mean it, you pig. And you're right, you won't do it again. 'Cause I am going to teach you a lesson."

And with that he dragged me halfway up the steps and pushed me to my knees on the second step in the water. My body was half in and half out of the water. I thought he was trying to drown me and I started to struggle up. His left hand held my left arm tightly behind my back as he forced my side against the top step. "Mr. Joiner. I'm sorry. Please, let m--urgh" SMACK! His right hand slammed hard against my bare ass. Before I could protest, he hit me again even harder. SLAM! His wet hand against my wet asscheeks stung and made a loud smacking sound. And again-SMACK! And he kept smacking my ass hard. First the right asscheek, then the left--and back and forth. Sometimes he went lower and caught my thighs by mistake. The force of his hand pushed me hard against the step which was digging into my side. My stomach and crotch banged into his legs. The initial shock caused me to lose my erection, but I realized that my _d_i_c_k_ had gotten hard again when with each slap, the tip of my _d_i_c_k_head scraped against his hairy shins. Every so often he or I would slip and his hand would catch the water splashing both of us. The cold water on my sore ass was a shock but it slowed his arm down those times and did not hurt as much. The entire time I was moaning and pleading, "Please stop...please...Mr. Joiner..please...I didn't mean it...I'll clean it...anything...please...you're hurting me." He said nothing but kept hitting me. I lost count after 23 slaps and the sting I felt on my ass turned into a burning feeling. Then he stopped.

Mr. Joiner leaned back, panting, and let go of my arm. I slipped, whimpering, down the steps until I was up to my neck in the water. I crouched down to hide my still-hard _d_i_c_k_ and moved my hands behind me in the water. My asscheeks tingled when I touched them and I started to shiver. Mr. Joiner got out of the pool and got another beer which he drained in one drink. He came back to the edge of the pool and said, "Okay. We're done. You can get out of the pool now. Now! Before you piss in it again." I moved slowly towards the stairs and had trouble climbing them because the skin and muscles in my butt and legs felt tight. I thought my _c_o_c_k_ would have gone soft with the humiliation of being spanked naked like that but it was still hard and throbbed warm against my stomach. "Come over here." I tried to stand up straight and walked toward Mr. Joiner. He looked down at my kiddie hardon and smirked. "Lie down on the lounge." I looked back over my shoulder and could not see much, but I could see the red outline of large fingers alongside my butt and I could tell that my asscheeks were bright red. "I can't-my butt hurts real bad, Mr. Joiner. I don't-" "Shut up and lie down on your stomach, stupid." I got on my knees on the lounge chair and laid down slowly. My hard _c_o_c_k_ was trapped tight against the vinyl straps of the chair which also slid against my skin wet with sweat and water.

"Listen, kid. I was only teaching you a lesson. You wouldn't piss in your bathtub, would you?" I was afraid to answer that I sometimes did. "I did not mean to hurt you real bad. Just to get your attention." Then I felt his big hand on my left ass cheek. His hand felt warm against my burned butt but my ass was still stinging and his touch on my skin made me shiver (and made my _d_i_c_k_ throb even harder). Then he took his hand away and I heard a noise. I looked back over my shoulder and Mr. Joiner squeezing a whole lot of suntan lotion out into his hand. I also stared at his Speedo which no longer contained a big bulge. Now, I was amazed to see the _c_o_c_k_ of my best friend's father sticking straight up out of his suit. It reached almost to his navel and curved out stiffly bending the fabric into an arch that ended with the huge bulge of his balls. I could see one large dark purple vein on the underside that snaked up to the head of his _c_o_c_k_. This is what I stared at--his _c_o_c_k_head was as large as a tennis ball. In the magazines that Mark and I would sometimes steal from the drug store, I had seen lots of _c_o_c_k_s longer than Mr. Joiner's, but I had never seen one as wide and fat as his. My eyes looked up and saw Mr. Joiner smiling as he worked the suntan lotion into his hands. "Relax," he said.

I felt the cool suntan lotion being sprayed onto my ass and the back of my thighs. I let out a quiet moan when I felt both his hands apply pressure to my ass as he worked the cool lotion into my skin. His hands moved in broad, slow strokes on my skin. His hands were big on my skinny body and he covered my ass, thighs, back and calves in lotion in no time. I felt him push apart my thighs and apply lotion between my legs all the way to my balls. The pressure of my body on my _c_o_c_k_ was too much and I shifted a little on the chair. As I arched my back up to do this, I heard him say "Mmmmm." Then I felt my right asscheek being spread to the right and his fingers began slowly rubbing lotion into the crack of my ass. Now, no one had ever touched me like that before and if you had asked me did I want someone to, I would have said, "That's disgusting!" But as his hand worked the lotion into my crack, I could not believe how good it felt. Then one of his fingers hit my hole straight on. The touch of his warm, greasy finger on the thinner skin near that hole sent me over the edge. I grunted, loudly this time, and came again. My whole body shuddered with the force of this ejaculation. Mr. Joiner removed his hands.

I laid still after that for a moment not knowing what he was thinking. "Roll over, Jon", he said quietly. I was scared but I did what he said and slowly rolled to my right. My skin made a suction sound as it pulled off the vinyl and I looked down to see my skin flushed red and wet from sweat with a huge pool of cum on the chair. The cum clung in threads to my _c_o_c_k_ and balls and what little public hair I had. Mr. Joiner did not say anything but he reached down with his hand and rubbed the cum harder into my _c_o_c_k_ and balls. His fingers pulled hard at my foreskin and twisted it a little before he let go. He stopped and said, "Roll back over again." and I turned onto my stomach. I thought he was going to spank me again so I steeled myself for the first slap. Instead, the first thing I felt was his hand spreading my ass cheeks again. Then, the cool lotion being squeezed in a puddle into my crack. I felt his hands moving all over my ass and then one finger began to press at my tight hole. Normally, I would have told you that nothing could ever get into my asshole--way too tight. But I felt like I had run out of energy and my sphincter was no match for his large, greased finger. His finger pushed deep and I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain. Although he seemed gently at first, he quickly started pushing harder and deeper and moving his finger around. I was moaning, half in pleasure-half in pain. When he started to squeeze a second finger in, I began to whisper, "No...please..no..." and when a third finger joined them, I had to grab the top of the lounge chair to keep from banging my head up and down from the pain. He hurt me even more when he abruptly ripped his fingers out of my rectum.

"I have one more lesson to teach you, Jon. And I think you are going to like this one." I was afraid to look up but then the vinyl straps of the chaise were weighed down when he got on the chair between my legs. I felt him push my thighs apart with his legs and I felt him push my asscheeks apart again and finger my hole. In all my porno magazine fantasies, I never imagined what was about to happen to me could happen to me. Could he actually _f_u_c_k_ me? It was impossible. Especially since his _c_o_c_k_head was so big. It would rip something. I could bleed. I would have to go to the hospital and explain what happened. My parents would kill me. Omigod! For the first time since this whole thing started I tried to run. I struggled up but his arm pushed my shoulder down harder onto the chaise. I twisted my neck around enough to see him holding that fat _c_o_c_k_ (the head looked even thicker, darker, and meaner than before) in his other hand and guiding it between my asscheeks. "NO! Stop! You can't do that!" I screamed and squirmed at the same time. He said nothing but looked down at what he was doing and pushed his _c_o_c_k_head closer. I shut my eyes when I felt his _c_o_c_k_head make contact with my smooth, greased and sensitive hole. I squeezed my eyes tight, held my breath, and clenched all my muscles to prevent him from entering me.

SLAM! One very hard slap to my ass and I let out my lungful of air with a gasp. "Don't fight me, kid, or this will hurt you a lot more than that spanking I gave you." His fat _c_o_c_k_head hit my hole again and stopped--it could not possibly fit. Then I felt a pressure I had never felt before--like being constipated and trying to _s_h_i_t_ out a large, hard turd but not being able to. But this hurt even worse. Although his first jab into me was hard and fast, the rest of his fat _c_o_c_k_ seemed to take forever to get all the way into my ass. My entire body was sweating, more from fear than the heat. I had grabbed the top of the chaise again and my fists were tight around the edge, trying not to move my body at all. I realized he was all the way in me when his hairy crotch made contact with the backs of my thighs and ass. It was then that I heard him sigh and lay his entire body down on top of me. His hairy chest and legs scratched the smooth skin on my back and the backs of my legs. And his body also was sweating so much I could feel it wet against my back at the same time he gave off a heady odor.

He laid still for a moment and I thought it was over. I even relaxed a little because by now I had gotten used to the fullness in my rectum and the pain had dulled to a dull throb. Then I felt him reposition himself and he started thrusting into me--back and forth. And hard and fast! At first, his hands were on my hips as he moved into me. Then he grabbed my shoulders as his crotch banged against my ass repeatedly. Mr. Joiner picked up speed and started grunting with each hard thrust. I could feel his fat _c_o_c_k_head inside my rectum, banging against my insides. It was easier to count his strokes inside me, even though there were more than the slaps he had given me before...15...24...37...I felt him grab around my waist with his left arm as he wrapped his right arm around my neck, almost choking me, and pulled my head and upper body back. His left hand grabbed at my soft _c_o_c_k_ (there was no way that I could stay hard during this assault). It was just a moment later that I was stretched back even more as I felt him thrusting harder as he put his face on my shoulder then...but down HARD. I cried out in pain just as he shouted with a few last twitch thrusts. I felt an explosion of pressure inside me, like my rectum was quickly blown up with air, and I assumed he had cum into my ass.

We heard it at the same time. Muffled crying. I turned to the left and saw my friend, Mark, standing there crying and watching the whole thing. "Where's your mother?," Mr. Joiner barked at Mark. "She dropped me off," Mark said sniffling. "...and went shopping. What are you doing? Jon, what are you doing with my father?" and he started crying more loudly. "Shut up!" Mr. Joiner said as he got up off of me. His body made a wet sound as it pulled back from me and now I was squeezing my asshole tight again because it felt like I was going to _s_h_i_t_ all over myself as he pulled his _c_o_c_k_ out of me. The sound of his _c_o_c_k_ being yanked out of my hole made a sucking, burping sound that was louder than the sound of my skin coming off the vinyl chaise. Mr. Joiner ran over to Mark and grabbed him, "Shut up! Stop crying! And, you, get up and get over here." I was afraid to stand up--I felt that my insides would slide right out of my asshole. He came back and grabbed me as well and dragged us both over to the pool shed by the deck.

He dragged us both into the pool shed and threw us down on the floor. "Stop crying already, Mark! What's wrong with you?" Mr. Joiner said as he shut the doors. Mark continued to whimper into his hands and I could not understand him. Besides, all of my attention was now on the sight before me. Mr. Joiner was standing in front of us with his hands on his hips, completely naked, sweat all over his body, and with his soft-but still HUGE _d_i_c_k_ hanging down in front of my face. Up close for the first time, I could see how big it really was. The head was larger than the rest of the shaft and it flared from underneath like a cobra's head. The piss slit was open and looked wide enough for me to fit my little finger completely inside of it. The shaft was heavily veined and the veins were still noticeably throbbing. Each swelling pulse of his veins made my own _c_o_c_k_-blood surge a little more into my shaft. The entire shaft and head was covered with a slimy mixture of suntan lotion and his still wet cum. My whole body shivered thinking that this large piece of flesh was just inside my ass just a few moments ago. I swear I could feel the heat of his _c_o_c_k_ (and I assume my ass) radiating off of it.

Mr. Joiner saw me staring at his _c_o_c_k_ and walked closer to me. I was kneeling on the shed floor because I could still not sit back on my sore ass (now sore inside and out). He took his own fat shaft in his hand and lifted it up like he was feeling its heft and weight. Then he started rubbing the _c_o_c_k_head against my cheek, on my nose, across my forehead, on my eyelids. "Come on, Mark. There wasn't anything you saw out there that you have not seen or done before." Mr. Joiner said. "But you said you would only make love to me", Mark whined. "What?!", My mouth opened involuntarily at the shock of this--Mark and his father? _f_u_c_k_ing? Mr. Joiner took advantage of my open mouth and pushed the head of his half-hard _c_o_c_k_ into it. A second shock. The _c_o_c_k_head was large enough that it effectively gagged me. And I immediately felt the heat of his _c_o_c_k_ on my lips and tongue. And the taste! I first tasted the chemical taste of the lotion. And then the sourness of his cum (and maybe my own ass juices mixed in). My tongue slipped along the bottom crevice of his _c_o_c_k_head and made contact with his rough circumcision scar 2 inches down from the flanged head. As he pulled back a little, my tongue found his piss slit and I pushed it as deep as I could get it--Mr. Joiner must have liked this because the pressure in my mouth immediately increased as his _c_o_c_k_ swelled inside.

"Strip down, Mark. Your little friend, Jonny, still has a lot to learn." Mark stood up and started to undress. I tried to peek through his father's dense bush to see what my friend looked like nude. Mark's body had developed and grown way before mine so I always had envied and even lusted a little after his athletic frame. I was expecting a miniature Mr. Joiner, all dense hair and muscles. But naked, Mark did not have a hair on him. Not even pubic hair. I found this hard to believe because where he did resemble his father was his _c_o_c_k_--long and fat. Except like me, Mark had an intact foreskin. Mine, which was long and loose and hung over the end at least an inch even when I was hard. Mark's hood barely covered his fat _c_o_c_k_head and left about 1/3 of his head exposed. He was half hard but still crying a little as he watched his father slowly start to _f_u_c_k_ my mouth with his now solid _c_o_c_k_. Every deep stroke into my mouth and I gagged from the mass. Just when I thought I would cum again myself, Mr. Joiner grabbed my neck and yanked my mouth off his _c_o_c_k_ and said, "Okay, _c_o_c_k_sucker, not bad. But let's see how you do on your buddy here." He grabbed Mark by the shoulder and me by the neck and pulled us into each other until I was kneeling before my best friend, naked, still whimpering, and with a growing erection in front of me.

I grabbed Mark's _c_o_c_k_ with my hand, opened my mouth, and swallowed half of it in one movement. The rough, veiny, hot, sticky skin of his father's meat did not compare with the soft silkiness of Mark's skin on my lips and tongue. I tried nibbling at his foreskin but it was too tight and kept slipping out from between my lips and teeth. I was really getting into this and could feel Mark beginning to sway and I tasted the start of some precum. "Now lick his balls." I could see Mr. Joiner standing over me, with his hand still on Mark's shoulder, jacking his own _c_o_c_k_ as he watched me sucking his son. I moved down to Mark's balls and took one into my mouth. They were smoother than his _c_o_c_k_skin but I did feel some sharp stubble on my tongue. And at that angle I could see the traces of stubble on his thighs, legs, and pubes. That's it. Mr. Joiner must keep him shaved! Mr. Joiner pulled Mark back by the shoulder while my mouth was still sucking on one testicle. He pulled Mark until his scrotum was stretched between his body and my half-closed lips. I let go and watched his sac fall with a slap against his thighs. He turned Mark around and said, "Bend over." Mark bent over and his head went immediately to his father's crotch. I saw him quickly take his father's swollen _c_o_c_k_ into his mouth easily--he was obviously used to its length and girth. Mr. Joiner leaned over his back and with both hands separated Mark's buttocks until his shaved crack was exposed. "Okay, kid, clean him out."

I was staring at Mark's hairless asscrack which was as pale as his ass but his hole had darker skin around it--all puckered and moist with sweat. Mr. Joiner slipped an ungreased finger into his hole and stretched it open easily to give me a view. Lick an asshole? Is he kidding? I looked straight up at him and said, "No. The game is over. I'm leaving." SMACK! I never saw his arm. He had smacked me across the face and sent me sprawling on the floor. Mark fell off his father's _c_o_c_k_ and fell down with me. "It seems your punk friend here hasn't learned his lesson yet! Mark, get that cord." Mr. Joiner grabbed my arms and dragged me kicking to the shed support post. He took a vinyl cord from Mark used to tie up the pool hoses and tied my wrists and bound them to the pole. I was on my knees with my arms tied in front of me to the pole. Then Mr. Joiner shoved Mark's underpants in my mouth as a gag.

I could not see behind me but I heard Mr. Joiner moving stuff around. "So my son's not good enough for you, punk? Well, we're gonna see who is begging to lick out everyone's ass in a few minutes." I heard the sound of air rushing and flinched just as I felt a hard, sharp stinging across my ass and thighs. And again. This was no handslap, belt, or even a switch. Each strike took my breath away and tears immediately came to my eyes. I almost choked on the underpants. I twisted my head slightly to the side just as I saw Mr. Joiner's arm swinging an empty rubber bicycle tire. SWAT! The thin tire seemed to concentrate the sting. And with each stroke the tire covered the entire width of my ass including my side and hip. This time also Mr. Joiner was not accidentally swinging off the mark--he was aiming also for my thighs, calves, and shoulders. The rubber seemed heated and it burned my skin more than the pressure hurt like his hand before. I could feel welts rising on my skin almost immediately. And all I could think about was how I would explain to my parents how I got rubber tire marks on my skin.

I looked up and saw Mark masturbating and watching this. I could not believe he would just stand there and see me beaten like this. Mr. Joiner was so violent this time, I even felt his sweat as he shook droplets all over the shed. He stopped as abruptly as he started. He walked over to Mark and I saw his entire body flushed and sweating and heaving. He grabbed Mark and dragged him behind me. I heard Mr. Joiner clear his throat and I felt a gob of spit hit my ass. I steeled myself for another anal assault but this time his _c_o_c_k_ seemed to slip right in. That is when I realized that it was Mark's _c_o_c_k_ in my ass. Except Mark was not violently pumping in and out. He just put it in and stopped. That did not last long. I heard Mr. Joiner, "Relax, dammit." And I felt the hard rhythms of Mr. Joiner _f_u_c_k_ing Mark as Mark's _c_o_c_k_ was inside me. The weight of the two of them on my back made me dizzy. I heard Mr. Joiner grunting and Mark moaning. Even if he had practice at this, I know that his father's _c_o_c_k_ was huge even for him. I think I felt Mark cum inside me. It was not a violent gushing like his father but seemed to come out in a steady stream like a faucet. Then I felt a violent push that knocked my head into the pole and heard Mr. Joiner yelp. Followed by panting.


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