This first story is very much setting the scene for the follow up stories so hope that you enjoy it.
All characters are 18 years old plus, the titles boy or lad means that they are 18+
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My names Sam, or Samuel if my mother's calling me, I'm twenty two years old, short, only five foot five inches, muscled as I make the effort to work out and being short really shows off my muscles, dirty blonde hair that I have cut so it looks shaggy and usually has a baseball cap covering it, so I suppose I'm going for the American skater boy look. Dress style is always casual, white tee shirt and worn jeans unless the suns out and then it will be shorts, always tightish to show off my tight muscled arse, you could bounce off of it, and my healthy looking cock bulge, well if you've got it flaunt it.
I have a dead end job, delivering groceries for a well-known UK supermarket, I still live with my dad, mum left and remarried years ago, drive a broken down old car and am always short of money. Good old dad doesn't charge me rent and even pays to have my car repaired when it breaks down.
I play rugby, quite good at it, for an under twenty five team in the local league, being short has its advantages in the game, so most of my mates were from the club, I liked a few beers and if it involved the rugby club it would get a bit rowdy and laddish.
I'd had a few girlfriends, well more like a few fucks as once I'd got my hole from them, they didn't last long and I moved onto the next one, don't get me wrong as I was never rude or cruel to them it's just that's all I wanted from them and I think that sometimes that's all they wanted from me, I wanted my hole and they wanted my cock.
Maybe I took after my father in that respect as in his day he was a bit of a lad and he still is, perhaps that's why mum walked out. Every few months they'll be another women, from a girl to an older women, sitting in sofa with him, he seems to have no problem picking them up and, of course, getting them into his bed. We live in a small house, just two bedrooms, one bathroom and a kitchen and lounge / diner so you can see and hear everything going on. It almost seems an unwritten rule in the house that when you have a women in bed you leave your bedroom door open so the other can hear what's going on. The number of times I've wanked off listening to my dad fucking and thinking how good it would be for dad and me to fuck the same women at the same time, I wondered if dad had the same thought when I'm fucking a girl in my room?
Dad is tall, dark and handsome, as the saying goes, and keeps himself fit. I'm blonde haired, he's dark haired. He's tall, I'm short. He's hairy although he keeps his chest clippered and trims his pubes whereas I hardly have any body hair and just have a small patch of hair around my cock that I keep shaved. As for cock size dad beats me hands down, even when dads cock is soft it hangs down a good five inches with his foreskin adding another inch or so, we're both uncut, my cock is only about four inches soft but thicker than dads. How do I know? It's only a small house and neither of us are shy, we're both happy walking around the house naked so you can't not see each other's cocks, we only have one bathroom and one toilet so if needs must we both stand at the toilet and piss together. I've seen his cock hard occasionally especially when he's piss proud in the morning, I reckon nine inches, foreskin rolled back, thick and covered with pulsing veins running up the shaft. He beats me, I suppose I'm seven inches hard, my foreskin is big and loose, needs a hand to skin right back sometimes but my cock is thicker than dads but smooth apart from the big vein running up the back of the shaft.
Dad has caught me wanking before, I was laying on my bed watching porn with my cock in my hand and just about to shoot my load when I heard a cough, looked up and dad was standing at my bedroom door just wearing a pair of boxer briefs watching me. I was too close to stop so carried on and fired my load into the air, pulse after pulse of cum letting it splatter down over my chest and bed.
"For fucks sake Sam, wank into a tissue, I'm fed up washing your spunk covered sheets," dad laughed. As he turned to walk away it was obvious his cock was hard and straining against the material of his underwear.
And the other thing about me, I like cock. I love holding a hard or soft cock, I love sucking cock, I love getting fucked by a cock, or even better, cocks. I'm not gay, but I suppose they all say that. I don't want to kiss a man, I don't want to have a relationship with a man, I don't want to actually sleep with a man, and I don't want to fuck a man. I just like a length of cock every so often, well more than every so often, I have to have cock on a regular basis.
How did I realise that I liked cock? Me, the heterosexual lad that had no problem getting his hole on a regular basis with a girl find out that cock was the thing I wanted.
It all started when eight of our rugby team were coming back from a presentation ceremony, we'd had a few drinks and after a couple of hours in the minibus we were desperate for a piss, so the driver pulled off the road into a carpark at a wooded beauty spot. During the day there was a cafe and toilets, and the car park was always busy, people stopping off for a break, people walking their dogs and walking in the woods but at night there was just a few cars driving around, I was so innocent and didn't realise what was happening, the cafe and toilets were closed and the long layby on the main road was full of lorries parked up for their overnight break.