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Like Father, Like Son Part 2

!!!Warning!!!

This story contains subjects of adult themes, nudity, sexual acts, incest, muscle growth, and male transformation. If you are under 18, I suggest you leave this page and find other non-adult stories to read. If you are offended, please see a therapist

I welcome any and all criticism if they are made in a constructive and adult manner.

Thanks, Jackdog

In part one we learned about who Alex was and his background. In part two our hero experiences a loss, meets some new friends while his dad catches up with an old one

Chapter One: The Loss

It was early the next morning in the O'Hara household. The youngest member of the family was still sleeping off the residual effects of the alcohol he'd consumed the night before.

“Hey numbnuts! Hey, get up already". Alex was still in deep slumber when something began to disturb his reverie. The dream from last night was still in his head, just below the surface of his conscience mind. He was trying to sort out the meaning and importance of it. Suddenly reality reared its ugly head when he found himself splayed out on the floor of his room with the glaring face of his brother staring down at him. “Come on shit face, get up, mom's getting ready to leave"! Those five words sent a shot of adrenaline into him and brought him back to reality.

Alex sat up surveying his surroundings, he was on the floor still wrapped up in his blankets and pillows. Aaron was moving around the room pulling clothes out of the closet and dresser. Alex pulled himself up off the floor, now standing in the middle of the room, he still wasn't fully awake. He watched his brother with detachment, as he began throwing articles of clothing at him, falling and piling up at the base of his feet. He was still feeling the after effects of the alcohol and now after the initial rush of adrenaline felt the lethargy begin to creep back into his brain.

“Ok, shirt, jeans, socks, belt what else? Oh yeah, shoes, where are your damn shoes!" his brother swearing to himself. “Oh, there they are". Aaron turns to his brother. “Hey, pull that stick out of your ass and get into the bathroom and cleanup will ya! We only have a few minutes before dad leaves to take mom to the train".

The thought of mom leaving before he had a chance to say his goodbye's prompted Alex to clear his brain and head for the bathroom. Closing the door, he looked into the medicine cabinet mirror. Besides the major bed hair, he looked like shit, felt it too. He turned on the water and set it too hot. While he waited for it to warm up, he got out his toothbrush and toothpaste and proceeded to brush his teeth. “God, my whole-body aches, even my teeth, how the hell does teeth hurt anyway" he thought.

After spitting out the tooth paste and rinsing his mouth, he doused his face and head with water wincing slightly from the heat. He ran a brush quickly through his damp hair, wiped up the mess he made in the sink with a towel, took a quick pee and left the bathroom.

Aaron was standing in their room waiting. Alex couldn't make eye contact with his brother. First thing he noticed was his bed had been made and his clothes had been laid out on top of it. “Hurry up and get dressed, I'll meet you in the living room" was all he said and quickly left the room. Alex stripped off his PJ's and underwear. Looking down at his rigid penis. “Dammit, why won't it go down". It seemed more and more he was sporting boners, in the morning, during the day and even at night. He sighed and began to put on the clothes his brother had laid out for him, being very careful when putting on his underwear and pants. Once dressed he headed out to meet up with his sibling.

He entered the living room and without prompting, went and stood next to his brother. Suddenly the door to his parent's room opened and out came his mom, his dad walking behind her carrying her luggage. “That's odd". He noticed that the only piece of luggage his dad was toting was a small overnight case. Maybe he had already placed the rest of her luggage in the car. He looked at his mom. She was dressed in a light blue chamisal top, tan slacks and sandals. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun. Her face was without makeup, her skin looked washed out and drawn. Dark circles under her eyes made her look bereft and hollow.

Aaron stepped forward; their mom finally made eye contact. It took her a few moments to focus her eyes on his brother.

Finally, she spoke. “Aaron sweetie, it's good to see you again, how have you been? Are you doing well in school"?

Aaron didn't know what to say. He looked at his dad with furtive eyes. His dad nodded and mouthed a silent yes.

Aaron finally said “yyyes everything is great". His mom gave him a huge hug and kissed him on the cheek. “That's good, you have always been my perfect colt".

She then turned and faced Alex. Alex's eyes were brimming with tears, he was about to step forward to give his mom a hug too when suddenly her face turned dark and sullen.

“And you; you have some nerve to show yourself after all you've done! You've been nothing but a pain in my backside since the day you were born. Finally, I'll be rid of you for good! Now get the hell out of my sight you piece of stallion scum"!

Alex was mortified, he stood there with this look on his face of total shock. His whole body felt stiff as a board, not able to process the words his mother just spoke. He looked past her to where his father was standing. Tears were welling up in his eyes, his face ashen. Finally, with much difficulty he sputtered out

“Emily, we've got to go, or we'll be late for your train".

His wife still showing that ugly face to her youngest son said, “oh your right, I can't lose the opportunity to finally be free of this little shit". She turned and walked out the house and out of Alex's life.

Alex continued to stare at the empty space where her mother had just been. His vision blurred from the tears that began to slide down his face and onto the floor. What felt like forever but was just a few moments Alex finally turned to his brother. Aaron's face was flushed and red. “It'll be ok bro, mom didn't really mean what she said. You know she's not been in her right mind for some time". Alex felt his brother's words were said with genuine care and feeling.

His mind still reeling from the shock of his mother's outburst, he turned and sat down on the sofa. He could feel his heart beat fast but even, his breath exposed his shallow breathing. He was trying to keep himself from plunging over the edge of despair by focusing on his breathing. “Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm" a mantra he kept saying to himself repeatedly. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see his brother standing over him.

“We'll get through this, I promise" he said. He squeezed Alex's shoulder, turned and walked out of the room.

Well another arrow has pierced our hero's heart

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Chapter Two: Introductions

The days flew by. Thanks mostly by his friend Jeff who kept Alex occupied with daily infusion of movies, bike excursions, swims at the lake and anything furry. It helped to somewhat push the issues with his mother into the back of his thoughts.

Aaron wasn't around much. It looked like “Love had found Andy Hardy". He had begun to date one of the girls on the cheerleading squad. Dad still worked from his new office but returned to sleeping in the house and being home nights.

One morning as Alex was cleaning up the breakfast dishes, his dad walked in the kitchen. “Good Morning" he said. “Mornin" Alex replied.

He turned to look at his dad. He was beaming from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. Alex knew something was up but kept silent. “I was talking to Paul Anderson yesterday; he wants to know if you would like to come out to his farm and work for him. It would be a great experience and you could earn some money for movies and stuff and for when you go back to school in the fall, what do you say".

The news stunned Alex. It took a moment for him to find his voice. “You mean I could work with the Clyde's"?

“Well I guess so" his dad said, “along with other chores that would need doing around the place". Alex was ecstatic, this was exactly the kind of news he needed to pull him out of his dark mood.

A few days later:

The white Dodge pickup moved up the road to the Anderson's farm kicking up dust as it went. The driver turned to his passenger with a smile. The figure kept fidgeting in his seat, he was both nervous and excited. Here he was, not only starting his first paying job, but he was going to be around horses!

“Alex, calm down, everything is going to go fine" his father said.

“What if Mr. Anderson doesn't like me, what if I screw up and get fired, what if he doesn't let me work with the horses". His dad let out a hearty laugh that filled the cab of the truck.

He said “what if a meteor flattens you, what if a bolt a lightning strikes you dead, what if, what if. You'll do just fine, after all your John O'Hara's son and that's all you need to remember. Now head up, chin out, and do the job to your best ability ok"?

Alex looked at his dad with adoration. “If he thought I can do the job then that was all he had to worry about". “Thanks Dad" Alex said.

“Now that's the colt I know" his dad replied.

When they pulled up to the storage building Mr. Anderson was standing in front of it along with a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. He was holding onto the reins of a Palomino mare. Alex grabbed his jacket as they exited the vehicle.

Mr. Anderson called out “John, glad to see you on this fine summer day". He reached out to shake the other man's hand.

“Paul it's good to see you too. I just want to thank you again for giving my son a chance to work here".

With his eyes turned to Alex Mr. Anderson responded, “It's my pleasure, I can always use an extra pair of hands around the place and since they belong to the son of John O'Hara how could I refuse". Alex stood there and turned beet red. He could feel the heat pulsing from his face. He looked down at his feet not knowing what to say.

“Alex, say hello to Mr. Anderson" his dad said.

In a quiet shy voice, he said “very nice to see you again sir". The man reached out and slapped Alex on the shoulder.

“Well it's nice to see young men still know their manners. Oh, I forgot, let me introduce you to my head stableman. Ian, this is John O'Hara and his son Alex. Alex is going to be working here starting today. He'll be your assistant for the rest of the summer".

Alex managed to look up. It was then he finally noticed how big and muscular Ian was. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt that fit snugly to his torso. He noticed the way his hard nipples stood out under the material. He looked to be around six-foot-tall and the way he filled out his clothes must have weighed north of two hundred pounds.

Alex suddenly felt his dick get hard. “NO! not now, of all the places for this to happen" he thought_. A_lex moved his jacket and held it in front of him to hide his growing hard on. If anyone noticed they didn't say anything.

“Nice to meet you Alex" Ian sticking out his free hand. “I hope you'll enjoy working here at the farm. Your dad said you really have a thing for horses, well stick with me and I'll teach you everything I know about them".

With his enthusiasm rising Alex took the man's hand. Ian's grip was firm and steady. He responded, “do you think we could go see the Clydesdales"?

The other men chuckled. “I don't see why not. Ian, why don't you take Alex over to the barn where we keep the drafts and start getting him acquainted with them".

“Sure thing Mr. A... Let me first take the mare over to the farrier to get her bent".

Ian looked at the boy. “Okay Alex, you can see how we shoe our horses, after that I'll give you a quick tour of the farm and then the barn where we keep the drafts ok"?

“That would be great! thanks" Alex replied.

“Right then, come along Emily, let's go get you taken care of".

“That was strange, the horse had the same name as mom" thought Alex. He looked at his dad and Mr. Anderson who gave him a nod. Alex nodded back. Ian and the mare were moving away from him towards the turn out corral. He hurriedly ran to catch up with them.

“Well what do you think, is he old enough to start his training"? Paul said to John.

“Maybe not now but I want him to start getting comfortable around the horses. Once that's done, we'll see if he's ready.

Paul thought for a moment. “And what about Aaron"?

John turned to look his friend in the eyes. “Aaron's training is farther along than I expected it would be. I think by this fall he'll be ready to cover his first mare".

With that, Paul cracked a smile. “I remember my first mare, boy that seems so long ago".

John responded. “I'm not worried about Aaron, breaking him in went pretty easy. What I'm worried about is what Alex will do when he finds out what he is".

“And Emily, how does she fit into all this"? Paul said.

“The only way she and Alex are going to be able to finally bond is for him to do it as human to horse".

“What about Henry, what are you plans with him"? his friend asked back.

“To have him and Alex spend as much time together as possible, he deserves that. I made a mistake in keeping the two of them apart all these years. It's time they both have a chance to know who they are to each other".

Both men stood there staring out at the two boys and the horse as they disappeared behind the corner of the building.

“You up for a drink? I have some Macallen I just got in." Paul said to John.

Shocked by his friends' words John sputtered. “You, a cheap bastard popped for expensive scotch? I don't believe it".

Paul cried “What, with your third born on his way from colt to stallion hood, I think this calls for the best don't you?

John thought for a moment and with pride in his voice responded, “Hell yes, it does call for a good drink, let's go".

John leaned in and placing both his hands on his friends' shoulders gave him a deep sensual kiss. The other man reciprocated as the two enjoyed the intimate gesture. After a minute Paul pulled away from John's lips, wiping a bit a spit from his mouth and in a soft voice.

“You still planning to stay the week end"?

“I assume Karen is out of town"? said John.

“Yep, went up state to see her folks".

John was rubbing his hand over his friend's crotch, feeling the growing bulge inside the other man's overalls. “Well then, looks like I'm going to get to ride my favorite stallion this weekend".

“Mmmm, it's been awhile since I've had a good workout" Paul said in a low and breathy voice.

John brought his head up to the side of Paul's head and gave him a nip on his ear. He then pulled his head back, the two friends smiling at each other. They wrapped their arms around each other's shoulder and headed for the house.

I bet you didn't see that one coming, and it looks like our hero is in for some interesting times. The real question, is he up for the challenge

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Chapter Three: More Introductions

Alex followed behind Ian and the mare. His mind was still preoccupied by the horse's name. Finally, he said, “Hey Ian, where did Emily come from"?

Ian looked over at Alex “Don't rightly know. Mr. Anderson showed up with her a few weeks ago, said he bought her at auction, why do you ask"?

“Well it's just that her name is the same as my mom's".

“Umm, what's the chances of that huh"? But you know, a lot of horses have human names right"? Ian replied.

“I guess you're right. I was just wondering that's all". Alex said.

As they walked along Ian said,

“I'll say this, when she showed up, she sure was in a state of complete panic. I had a hell of a time getting her to calm down. I don't know what happened to her, but it must have been one hella of a shock. The first night she was here I had to have the vet give her a light sedative just so we could get her into her stall".

“She seems pretty calm now" Alex said.

“Well that's because I have her on some natural supplements that keeps her calmed down"

“Like what" Alex asked.

“Oh, the usual, chamomile, valerian and hemp oil"

“Hemp oil, you mean like pot" said Alex.

“Well its derived from marijuana but it's not like she's lighting up a joint and toking on it".

With a feigned look on his face Ian said “Hey! You might have something there". After a few seconds of silence, both boys laughed and continued over to where the farrier was working on some horses.

Suzanne Garrett (Suzy to her friends) had been a farrier since she was a teenager. Growing up around horses it seemed like the natural thing to do. She was a tall buxom red headed thirty-five-year-old. Her looks turned the heads of every guy she'd meet. She had a sassy outgoing personality, but make no mistake, she was no pushover. Over the years she had to put more than one stud in his place. She had grown up just outside of Saunders on a small plot of land her parents owned.

Her dad competed in professional rodeo since she was a little girl, but after a series of injuries finally retired and began his mobile farrier service. The downside of this was he would be gone for months at a time following the rodeo circuit from April through the end of September. It didn't help any that her dad liked to have a good time while out on the road. Drinking, gambling and other women took its toll personally and financially.

It put a heavy burden on her parent's marriage and the relationship with her mother. They divorced when she was fourteen. When she graduated from high school, she joined her father on the circuit and never looked back. Seven years later she had taken over her dad's business when he retired.

She worked hard, invested her money, enjoyed herself along the way but above all she kept her nose clean. Not only was she good looking, she was also very smart. To look at her you would think; here's just another rodeo gypsy spending her life on the road, never living or planning past the next week end. Boy could that be more wrong. Suzy had a knack for investing. By the time she was twenty-five she had a net worth north of a million dollars. She owned her own spread, two hundred acres of heaven as she liked to call it. Her dad, now sober lived there and ran it while she worked. She named it “Back of the Moon".

In the last few years she began to tire of the circuit and began to look for more permanent work. She had known Paul Anderson and his family since she was child. A few years back he offered her the position as their full-time plover. It was close enough to her place she could easily go home to check on her dad and make sure everything was running smoothly.

That's were the two boys found her, under a two-year-old Clydesdale colt tacking on a set of shoes.

“Hey Red" Ian called out to her. The woman appeared not to have heard the greeting as she continued to work under the horse. As the two boys neared Ian said.

“Red, did you hear me calling you"? Not stopping the work, she was doing on the Clyde she said,

“I heard you just fine, and how many times have I told you not to call me Red. I have a real name, use it".

“Ah come on, I hear the other guys around the place call you that all the time".

“Well “those" guys are a bunch of morons! If you want to address me properly you know what to say".

Ian's face flushed with embarrassment. Not so much from what Suzy said to him but that she said it in front of Alex. His physical appearance might lead you to believe he was a guy in his mid-twenties, but in reality, he had just turned eighteen.

Ian looked at Alex, then the ground. In a soft, reserved voice he said, “Sorry Suzy, it won't happen again".

Suzy halted her work on the colt for a moment to look up at Ian's face. It was then she noticed there was someone else present. It took her a moment to realized she had inadvertently embarrassed Ian in front of another male. Not wanting to hurt her friend further she said,

“Just remember you're not just another one of the guys. You have a thoughtful and caring heart and I'm so proud of the way you conduct yourself around women. You are going to be one hell of man someday".

Such words of praise coming from his goddess made Ian almost swoon with pride. His face turned a brighter shade of red. He was totally in rapture, standing there with a goofy smile on his face.

Suzanne turned to look at Alex. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail trailing down her back like a mane. Due to the warm humid weather she was dressed in an army green tank top tucked into a pair of tan cargo shorts. Her creamy white skin a contrast to the color of the shirt, through the white sports bra underneath her top you could clearly see the outline of her nipples belonging to the most perfect set of breasts imaginable. The shorts highlighted the shape of her round cherry ass and shapely hips. She wasn't wearing any make up but with a face like hers she didn't need any. Perfectly angled face, slightly arched eyebrows, fulsome lips, a slight cleft to her chin and a nose that complemented the rest of her features.

What caught Alex's attention was her eyes. They were the color of the ocean, the sky and everything in between. Most of all, they were the eyes he had been looking at his entire life.

Suzanne stood there looking at the two boys. One with the faraway look in his eyes, the other a glazed look. After a few moments she said,

“Ok you two buckaroos, stop you're ogling and get over here with the mare and get her ready for me to shoe". Her sharp bark seemed to bring both boys out of their stupor. They looked at each other with a sheepish look on their faces.

“Er ah right! Come on Alex, I'll show you how to prep a horse for shoeing".

They moved over to the other side of where Suzy was working and tied the mare up on the wall mounted hitch that was next to the entrance to the stable.

“Ok now", said Ian. “I'm going to help Suzy by getting Emily ready for her shoeing. I want you to hold her reins tight while I clean out her hoof beds, ok".

“You sure you want me to do this? Shouldn't I start out by cleaning out a stall or something?" Alex replied.

“Listen, you wanted to work with the horses, and this is good place to start. Besides I'm right here, nothing bad is going to happen ok"?

“Oh, ah, ok, Ian if you say so" Alex said nervously. Ian grabbed a hoof knife out of Susy's farrier kit, slid his hand slowly down the horse's front leg to the ankle. He pulled it up so he could straddle the hoof backwards, hunched over to get close to the underside of the hoof.

“Alex, while I clean out her hooves, I want you to gently talk to her and pat her on the neck. Reassure her in a soft tone, let her know everything is ok, think you can do that?

“I think so" said Alex.

“Good, keep her occupied. It'll make the cleaning go faster and easier. Ok, here we go".

Ian took the knife and started to dig out the dirt and old debris from inside the hoof careful not to impact the frog portion of the hoof. While Ian was doing that Alex began speaking to the mare.

“Hey there girl, how are you. You're such a pretty horse, yes you are, such a good girl."

Alex spoke in a soothing and even voice. He would run his hand across the horses withers up her crest to her poll located between her ear's scratching her coat as he went. The mare began to make wuffling sounds telling him she was calm and enjoying the interaction. He closed his eyes, continuing to stroke the mare. He began to feel a deep attachment to the animal.

Elsewhere on the farm

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CHAPTER FOUR: What are friends for

The house was dark. The blinds on the windows had all been pulled down. The only noise emanating from the first floor was the ticking of a grandfather's clock in the hallway and the humming of the air conditioner.

Upstairs, in the master bedroom noises of a different kind were being made. A man laid stretched out on the edge of the bed. His naked body lying with his legs splayed and his feet planted on the floor.

Paul Anderson was not a tall man, standing barely five foot nine. What he lacked in height, he made up for in muscle. Thick sinuous muscle. Years of hard physical labor along with his “unique" heritage made for a body any man would be jealous of. Pushing fifty his body belied his age. Smooth supple skin that radiated youth and vitality. Skin tanned where the sun had kissed it, creamy white everywhere else. His handsome face showing nary a wrinkle but still the years of experience and maturity showing through. His curly auburn hair showing just the hint of grey through the temples.

The depth and definition of his muscles etched hard on him due to his lack of body fat. Large full muscle bellies along with his mesomorph frame giving him that body builder physic most men spend years striving for but rarely attain. Every little movement he made caused them to pop and bulge, much like a predator as it stalks its prey.

Beads of sweat covered his body despite the cool air in the room, some sliding down the side of his body dripping onto the sheets of the bed. Hard nipples standing at attention aching to be touched. A splash of chest hair and the treasure trail that ran from his sternum down to his groin glistened like grass heavy with morning dew. Soft moans slipped through his full lips. His hands were grabbing the headboard causing his arms to bloom to their full stature, veins peeking through the head of his biceps, others criss crossing his meaty forearms. His abs and intercostals contracting and relaxing as he was in the deep depth of the rut.

His friend was standing over him. John had his cock balls deep inside the other man. His majestic foot long prick pistoning like a locomotive in overdrive in and out of his friends' hole. No words were said, only the rhythmic grunts emanating from his throat each time he hilted his lover, his large fulsome balls slightly bouncing inside their tight hairless sac.

This wasn't the lovemaking of two humans. This was the raw animalistic sex of two beasts in heat. No tenderness, no forethought, no foreplay. Just the needing of the now.

Paul was experiencing nirvana. His moans were matching the grunts of those of his partner. With one hand still attached to the headboard the other taking ahold of his own prick he began to masturbate trying to time his strokes to those of the cock that was pounding his ass.

He felt the other man's rhythm speed up. He knew his herd leader was getting close to organism. With breathless need he was finally able to utter. “Cu, Cu, cum for me….sh show me your power".

That was all he needed to hear. John was close, he could feel the beast within him pounding at the doors for release, demanding to be let out, to show its dominance over the other stallion.

With a savage whinny that filled the room he announced the arrival of his mind splitting orgasm. His balls seized up as he felt the cum leave his swollen sac, moving up his shaft and into the other man. Squirt after squirt of his essence filled his lover's belly before it began to seep out around his cock, dripping onto the carpet below.

A moment later Paul cried out as he too felt his own orgasm rip through him as a massive amount of sperm splattered onto his body and face. Both men heaving with heavy breaths trying to recover from their marathon of fucking, the smell of their rutting permeating the room.

Finally, with his cock still hard inside the other man, John leaned down against Paul's torso pressing his against his softening penis. He gave his right pec a few licks with his tongue and without ceremony bit down hard breaking the skin. Paul winced from the pain but as John began to lick and suck on the wound, his cock returned to full mast, balls releasing another heavy load of cream, plastering cum against both of their bodies, rewarding him with a second orgasm.

John pulled back just enough to dislodge his dick from his friend's anus. He stood tall, looking down at his mate with an imperious smile on his face, much like a warrior showing his dominance over his defeated opponent in battle. He grabbed his semi hard prick in one hand, the other he grabbed his scrotum. He squeezed his ball sac and from the root to the cowled tip pushed the remaining cum out of his urethra watching it drip onto Paul's groin.

John got down on his knees, returning to the other man's torso, continuing to lick the thick cum from off his sweat covered body, sucking up the pools that had gathered between the crevices of his think abdominal muscles. Finally arriving at the other man's groin, he pushed his face into Paul's bush taking in the heady pungent smell of his body mingled with his own scent.

John slid his body lower towards the carpeted floor, arching his back slightly. It was time to bring to a close the afternoon of fucking his best friend. John moved forward forcing Paul to raise his legs, exposing his ass. Paul understood what was about to happen and without prompting, placed his legs over John's shoulders, his feet resting on his back.

Grabbing his friend's ass cheeks with both hands, he pried those large globes of rock-hard muscles apart, John leaned in and began to tongue fuck his friend. He licked the moist hairless anus from the perineum to the coccyx, exulting in the taste and texture of the skin. He moved to his large dark pucker, pushing his strong sinuous tongue into the rectum sliding it in out like a human dildo. He could still taste himself inside the other man.

Paul was breathless from the intrusion. He was grabbing the bedsheets with his balled fists, the knuckles white from the lack of blood and from the strength of his grip. John continued with his ministrations long enough to prepare Paul for his final assault.

He pulled out of his herd mate's ass, watching the glistening pucker pulsate with need, like it was searching for a long-lost lover. Not giving him time to think about the loss, John grabbed the man's penis and began to stroke it to attention. The foreskin sliding back and forth over the veined shaft in his hand. It was a familiar feeling for John, for he had one just like it. Ten inches of cock so thick that John's fingers barely encompassed the full circumference.

“Huh, huh, huh, huh" in fast staccato rhythm emanated from the man on the bed that told him he was getting close. He increased the speed of his strokes. For the third time that afternoon, Paul's semen laden orbs spasmed as he began to release his third load.

John quickly put his mouth over the blooming head readying himself for the arrival of the rich, creamy ambrosia that would soon fuel his body.

Well gentle readers, we'll stop here for the night. In our next part of his journey, Alex will meet some new family members and begin to learn more about his family history

JD,