He grabbed my head and, using my ears as handles, started fucking my mouth. His cock was rock hard and I could feel the corona of the thick head graze the roof of my mouth each time he thrust into me. His cock was the perfect size for sucking, the head hitting the back of my throat when buried full length, without making me gag. Youngest brother was slamming my face hard with each thrust and in hopes of slowing him down, I slid my hand up between his legs and then between his ass cheeks till I felt his ass hole. He did slow down as I fingered him, wiggling my fingertip in the center of the tight puckered opening. He wasn't sure which felt best, poking his dick balls deep into my mouth, then thrusting his ass back against my exploring finger.
I pulled my hand out of his ass crack and stuck my finger into my mouth beside his cock, making sure to get it nice and wet before reaching up into his crack again. This time, when my finger met his pucker, because it was slick with my spit it sank into his virgin hole. I wiggled my finger back and forth inside him and his breathing sped up as his hips pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth. I knew that he was close to cumming, so that finally when his cock was buried as deep as possible in my mouth, I slid my finger all the way into his hole and tickled his prostate. His hole clamped around my finger as his cock swelled in my mouth and fired a hard shot of jizz down my throat. His cum was sweeter than either of his brothers, with none of the spiciness in the flavor. With my other hand, I clamped my fingers around the base of his cock and cleaned off the cummy head while slowly extracting my finger from his spasming asshole . He watched while I licked up every last drop of cum from his dick and balls, then reached down to release my hand from the base of his dick.
Hoisting up his pants and tucking away his dick, he said, "You stay," and started toward the steps. At the bottom, he turned and raised his palm in the universal "stay" gesture, again said "stay" and ascended the stairs. I'd sucked off three hard cocks in less than an hour, a new record for me, so I was pretty hard myself. I stood up, undid my pants and let them drop to the floor and was playing with my hard dick when I became of TWO sets of footsteps coming down the stairs toward me. The youngest son had returned and brought with him the father. They both surveyed the little room and my hard cock jutting up from my lap and the son said something to the father and turned around and left. He waited in the doorway, apparently not sure what to do, so I beckoned to him and he came and stood before me.
The father was probably in his early sixties, slim with salt and pepper hair and a big walrus mustache. He was wearing loose khaki pants and I reached over and stroked his bulging crotch. The father reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt while I undid the waist of his pants and zipper. The pants fell as he drew back his open shirt. His chest and flat belly were covered by a mass of thick black hair from his collarbone down to his thick wiry pubes but the best part, the prize was his cock and balls. His scrotum was long and loose, hanging down almost to the middle of his thigh and his balls were as big as golf balls. His cock was equally as impressive, hanging about 5 inches soft and as thick as his youngest son's dick when he'd been hard.
I buried my face in his belly hair and inhaled his scent, a mixture of some spicy cologne, fresh man sweat and that mossy smell of hot cock and balls. He placed his hand gently against my head and held me as I ran my face back and forth across his torso. I reached up and got one hand around his ball sack, above his big nuts, and I could feel his dick starting to twitch against the back of my hand. I drew back and looked at the mass of scrotum in my hand, then turned his balls up and away from his body and lowered my mouth to kiss them. He sighed as my lips met his flesh and he stroked the back of my head. His cock was filling out and I wrapped my hand around the base and directed the fat head between my lips.
He drew in another big sigh as my tongue dug into his piss hole and so I swirled my tongue around his cock head, feeling it fatten in my mouth. I popped the fat head out of my mouth but kept one hand grasped around the base of his cock while lowering my head to work on his big nuts. I sucked one of them into my mouth, loving how the big orb felt rolling around inside his loose sac, so I used my fingers to stuff the other ball between my stretched lips and into my cock hungry hole. He was still gently stroking me and his cock was fully hard as I pulled back so that his scrotum was stretched out from his body as far as possible. It reached almost the length of his cock and I slowly let one balls and then the other pop out if my lips and watch his big sac swing in the air.
Then I returned my attention to the burning hot cock now fully hard in my hand. It was a cocksucker's delight, at least eight inches long and fat and standing straight out from his body instead of straight up, as all of his sons' cocks did. It also had a downward bend so that as I gobbled up the length, it slid down my throat at the perfect angle and I could deep throat it without even trying. .He kept his hands on the back of my head as I grasped his big nut bag with both hands and used it as a handle to slide his stiff sausage in and out of my throat. I'd pull him forward and at the same time, he's thrust his hips so that his cock head was popping in and out of my throat and I knew it felt too good for him to last long. After only a couple more strokes, he grasped the back of my head and with his meat buried somewhere near my tonsils. I felt a gusher of cum coat my throat.
He was gasping for breath as I gulped down his load and then backed his cock out so that only the head remained in my mouth and I savored the flavor of the last of his cum leaking out of his slit. He was stroking my head and whispering words in his own language as his cock softened in my mouth so that I could enjoy every drop as it drained from his balls.
Meanwhile, my own poor neglected cock was throbbing for release and I reached down and started to jack myself off while rubbing my face over his hairy stomach in his wiry bush. The father pulled back so he could watch me . I opened my legs wide and dropped a gob of spit on my dick where it mixed with all of the pre-cum running down my rod. He stood in front of me and played with his cock and balls while I put on a show, jacking my hard dick with one hand while pulling down on my balls with the other. My cum shot out of my cock head and arced in front of me to land at the father's feet. He stepped forward again, pressing my head against his hairy torso and caressing the back of my head with gentle strokes.
After a few minutes, when we had both calmed down, he stepped back to hoist his pants and button his shirt while I stood up and pulled up and fastened my own trousers. Halfway up, I was surprised to feel his hand caress my butt and snake his fingers into my crack. I jumped in surprise and looked back at him, grinning up at me and I suddenly had a premonition in regard to my next visit to the store.
I got my paper and went up to the counter to be rung out. The Youngest son was on the register and as he punched the keys his father said, "No charge." The son began to argue and the father said, more forcefully this time, "No charge!" As he handed me the paper, the father looked at me and smiled and said in perfect, unaccented English, "Thank you for your business. Please, come again."