Date: Wed,  4 Oct 2006 22:35:04 +0200
From: freudz@hush.com
Subject: Behind the Dutch mountains 3 (m/m, m/b, m/g, mast, oral, anal)

Behind the Dutch mountains

By Freudz (c)

This tale is based on (un)true facts. After I published
Valley in the Dutch mountains a story in which my three
years younger friend Patrick and I experience an exciting
afternoon with a German man I received many request for a
sequel about the older Patrick. In three parts I reveal
how Patrick and I met fifteen years later and how it
turned into a family reunion. This is the third and last
part. Comments are welcome at freudz@hush.com

Part 3

The boy and girl were absorbed by the cartoons on the TV. I
remember us laughing about Tom and Jerry and Roadrunner. We
were all sitting on the couch. The boy was in between
Patrick and I and the girl was crouched on Patrick's Lap.
The major orgasm I just had in the showers had satisfied my
lust for the moment. I was merely enjoying the coziness of
being with this family. How charmed I was by their
magnetizing appearances.

For a brief moment I was worried about the kids telling on
me and wondered if my pre cum had left stains on his
daughters body or perhaps if Patrick could smell it on her.
But when I saw how relaxed everybody was, I soon regained my
nerves. I asked Patrick what we would do that day. The kids
both yelled that they wanted to go to the beach. Patrick
asked if that was ok with me. How could I have declined such
a stirring offer?

Patrick sent the kids upstairs to get dressed and we had a
quick breakfast in the meantime. Patrick must have selected
their clothes the night before, because the boy and girl
appeared in the kitchen only five minutes later. The girl
was wearing a pink ballet top and miniskirt. On her cute
feet she wore Barbie flip flops and on her head a matching
base ball cap. Without the long hair her boyish features
were even more stunning.

Her brother looked just as hot in his yellow shorts and
white tank top. His pale feet looked so delicate in the
brown leather sandals. Because I didn't bring any beach
clothes Patrick lent me a pair of his shorts and a T shirt.
When I also asked for a bathing suit he gave me a big wink
and replied that I wouldn't need one, because we were going
to a nude beach. He and his wife had been nudists for years
and the kids grew up with it.

With a twinkle in his eyes he said that he hadn't even given
it a second thought, to inform me. I admitted that I had
been a nudist too, ever since that day on the beach. Because
of the children I didn't get into further details, but
smilingly winked back at him. The though of the upcoming
events made my loins stir. We prepared some sandwiches and
drinks and put them in a cool box. The children brought some
spades and a bucket and Patrick some home grown grass.

We decided to take my leased car. Not only because my
company was paying for it, but more because the children
loved my purple Saab 93 convertible. The weather was great.
It was sunny and the sky was of the brightest blue. To the
delight of the kids, Patrick and I, we could drive with the
top down. Excitedly they yelled their names when we drove
through a tunnel to hear their echoes. Patrick directed me
to a small beach on the Northern Dutch coast.

I knew of the existence of the beach but I had never been
there before. The beach was quite narrow, about a hundred
meters. For such a sunny day it wasn't too crowded. Just a
few families with toddlers at the waterfront and a small
variety of other nude sunbathers scattered on the beach. We
decided to make our base somewhere in the middle. Not too
far from the sea but also out of the crying range of the
toddlers.

While we were settling our stuff I suggested a game. He or
she who would undress and get in the water first, would be
the nude beach champion of the day. Excitedly the children
already started to undress, but I stopped them. I made us
stand in a circle, hold each others hands and look each
other in the eyes. After I had counted down from five, all
four us started to undress like crazy. This must have been
such a funny scene.

A nearby couple looked up from their magazines. They were
clearly disturbed by our misbehavior. The boy had undressed
him self the quickest and was running towards the sea. I
followed seconds afterwards. Patrick and his daughter were
still behind because she needed assistance with her skirt.
The boy was quick but I ran by him into the water and dove
in a high wave. When I turned around to look for him, he
came walking towards me, loudly uttering his dismay.

I teased him that he had probably run faster if he'd had
smaller balls. He shrieked and with both hands he began to
splash water in my face. Instinctively I quickly turned my
head but because of the salty water my vision was blurred
for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes and turned my head
back I saw that he was preparing to give me a second round.
Quickly I stepped forwards and grab one of his arms and an
ankle and threw him in a big wave.

I must have surprised him with my sudden move because when
he came back up he was disorientated and rubbing his eyes.
He looked around to see were I was, but I'd already swum to
deeper water. Revengeful he followed me. The sea bottom was
pretty shallow and even after swimming a considerable
distance I could still stand with my head above the surface.
I remained where I was to wait for the boy. Right before he
reached me he dove underwater and soon I felt his small hand
grab me firmly in my balls.

I took deep breaths to let the sharp pain subside.
Fortunately the cold water had a suiting effect on my
tormented crotch. He was clearly shocked by the serious
expression in my face and repetitively excused himself. Soon
we were back smiling. Because the boy couldn't stand on the
sea floor and I could, he swam behind my back and clenched
his arms around my neck for support. How nice it was to feel
his cold shrunken pecker and balls rubbing against my back.

In the distance we heard his sister yelling at us. When I
looked up I saw Patrick and his daughter approaching. The
boy and girl were both good swimmers. In a country that is
eighty percent below the sea level, children get swimming
lessons from a very young age. Soon the girl was hanging on
my front side, pressing her small soft body against mine.
Even though the water was cold, I felt an unmistakable
stirring in my loins.

In order not to embarrass myself, I decided that it was time
let go of the kids. I left them with Patrick and swam by
myself for a while until my cock had gone soft. In the
meantime Patrick and the children had gone out of the water
and were standing at a sandcastle in progress. When I
approached them I saw they were in the company of a boy and
girl. He looked to be around twelve years old and the little
girl about eight, the age of Patrick's daughter.

They were building a sandcastle and Patrick's children
offered their help. Happily the children agreed. I guess
they were happy to have found playmates of their own ages.
While Patrick's son went to get his beach equipment, I had a
closer look at the twelve year old. How beautiful he was.
Short curly brown hair and a slim well defined body. Above
his soft two inch uncut dick a few hairs were visible. But
what struck me most was that irresistible twinkle in his
blue grayish eyes.

Pretending to watch the building process I lusted after this
boy. He had a nice all over tan. His small round buns were a
feast for the eyes. In order not to get visibly aroused
again, I turned my head away from the boy. Then I noticed
that Patrick was staring at the boy too. His shrunken cock
had gone back to it's normal size and seemed to get harder.
With a slightly embarrassed expression in his face he
excused himself and ran to the water to go for a swim.

The girl was the cousin of the boy. They didn't look alike
at all. Although the eight year old girl was very sweet and
cute, she didn't have the sexy features of the boy or
Patrick's children. The little girls went to collect sea
shells to decorate the sand castle. Patrick's son had gotten
his spade and bucket and both boys started to get down to
some serious construction. I decided to let them be and
walked back to our base.

Sitting on my towel I had a look around the beach. The
couple that had observed us earlier looked to be in their
late thirties. Although I didn't see them from up close,
their shaven bodies seemed to be in good shape. Both were
reading a magazine. Occasionally I saw the man secretly
looking in our direction, from above his magazine. I wasn't
sure why. Maybe he was a homophobic and had concluded that
Patrick and I were a Bi cultural gay couple with adopted
children?

Suddenly I felt cold drops of water on my skin. Patrick had
just gotten out of the sea and was standing above me. We
laughed and opened two cans of beer. While he was rolling a
joint I told him how I was enjoying my stay with him and his
kids. I complimented him on the beauty of his breed and to
his hilarity I dramatically praised the quality of his seed.
While we were sipping our beers and sharing the joint I felt
the need to get totally straight with Patrick.

Carefully I told him what had happened that morning. Before
he could open his mouth I recounted in detail what had taken
place and the reasons why. How I didn't only have the
impression that the kids had loved it, but also that it
hadn't been their first time. He didn't react immediately
but remained silent for some time. With a guilty expression
on his face he started to tell how it had started with his
daughter about ten months before.

When his ex wife and he were still together, their children
would often wake them up and lay with them in bed for a
while. Sometimes they would even sleep with them. This
didn't change after they separated. While in his marriage he
would have occasional morning boners, after his divorce he
had them every morning. One day his daughter had crawled in
his bed in the middle of the night. He had only noticed it
the next morning when he woke up with her laying on top of
him.

Even though they always slept in the nude, he normally
wouldn't have allowed her to lay on top of him. He'd usually
passed her on to his wife. But his wife wasn't there anymore
and on that day he hadn't removed her. Instead he had
watched and felt her slowly waking up. He had enjoyed her
warmth and softness on his throbbing and leaking cock.
Slowly they had rocked their bodies until he had cummed in
between them.

It had happened a few times more in the months afterwards.
Patrick explained that he felt guilty about it. Even though
she was clearly enjoying it and that he wasn't hurting her
in any way. I surely understood his dilemma and tried to
comfort him, but his revelation had also aroused me madly.
Lying on my stomach I asked him more details about his
experiences with the girl. Patrick said that they had tried
several things, besides fucking.

Smilingly he added that we both had knowledge of many other
naughty things that can be done. He didn't wanna hurt or
traumatize her. I praised him for his wisdom. He admitted
that besides women he'd always liked young girls too.
Suddenly, I asked him about the boy. Again he fell silent
before answering. The smile on his face disappeared and back
was this guilty expression. I patted his shoulder and told
him to relax and not to worry.

Patrick recounted how he had caught his son and his best
friend in his bedroom, while they were playing with each
others peckers. He hadn't freaked out but had dealt with it
in a very mature way. He had reassured the boys not to be
embarrassed and to continue but to lock the door in the
future. Even though his daughters were with there mum and
there was nobody else in the house, he had warned them
that they could never be sure.

The whole scenario had brought back memories to him about
the things he and I had done when we were boys and that one
time when we were caught by that German. Watching his son
and the other young boy holding each others boners had
aroused him madly. Immediately he had gone to the bathroom
and furiously jerked off with the fresh and hot image
printed on his mind. Full of guilty feelings he had
wondered the rest of the afternoon, why he was lusting after
two pre-teen boys of who one was his own son.

He admitted that during his marriage he had suppressed a lot
of feelings. Even though his ex wife had been liberal
concerning nudity and sex, she could never understand these
feelings. The expression on his face showed how relieved he
was to be able to talk about his true self. While he gave me
a seductive wink he asked, if I wanted to rub sun block on
his body. Luckily my cock had subsided a bit, so I could sit
on my knees without provoking our neighbors.

While I was rubbing the lotion on Patrick's body I spotted
how our neighbor was spying on us from behind his magazine.
The woman was laying on her side in the opposite direction.
He was facing us directly. His legs were slightly opened and
even from that distance I could see his large uncut cock. It
was hanging down the guy's thigh and getting harder every
second, until the guy closed and flexed his legs and kept
his hardening tool trapped between them.

The moment I touched Patrick's ass I saw the guy quickly
reposition his cock, so nothing was visible. Soon afterwards
he put a towel around his waist and turned towards his wife.
Patrick turned on his back to have his front done. I advised
him to do it himself, because I would probably arouse him
and that's not appreciated on nude beaches. Besides, the
neighbor guy had aroused me and I quickly had to lay down on
my stomach. I opened some beers to cool down a bit.

The combination of joint, beers, sun and sea breeze soon
made Patrick fall asleep. For some reason I wasn't sleepy at
all. Instead I was excited. In the near distance I saw that
the children were still heavily involved in their sand
castle project. When I turned my head towards the couple I
noticed that the guy had put on a pair of shorts and was
occasionally looking at my direction. Suddenly he stood up
and said something to his wife.

He walked towards the dunes, but strangely not in a straight
line, but in a curve. This way he would have to pass us.
When he walked by he looked me straight in the eyes and very
quickly squeezed his crotch. Just like he'd had an itch. I
followed him with my eyes until he disappeared behind the
dunes. Excited by this unexpected event, I put on my shorts
and walked to the children. I told them that I would be gone
for a walk and to wake their dad up in an about hour.

Like most nudist beaches and parks in Holland, there is
always a hidden cruising area, where mostly straight guys
have gay sex. Even though it is illegal to have sex in the
open, it is somehow allowed by Dutch society. While I was
walking towards the dunes, I knew where I was going and what
would probably happen. In my shorts I felt my cock rapidly
hardening. Luckily I reached the dunes before showing my
family size tent to everybody on the beach.

On a first glimpse the dunes seemed deserted. Suddenly I saw
him standing in the distance on the top of a dune. When I
arrived he was sitting down in the valley. We greeted each
other and had some small talk about the weather. To my
delight he was a nice looking guy with a normal build body.
Immediately I was struck by the irresistible twinkle in his
blue grayish eyes. The bulge in his shorts clearly showed
his arousal, but he seemed too shy or submissive to take the
initiative. Slowly I started caressing his bulge.

Because he didn't make a move I took his nipples in my hands
and started to twitch them firmer and firmer, until he
started to moan. I wondered if his submissive attitude was
based on shyness or inexperience. Even though I don't
consider myself a true S&M fetishist, sometimes it can be
very exciting and stimulating to totally dominate someone
with his or her consent. Clearly this guy wanted and needed
some guidance and I definitely wanted to blow off some steam.

I made him sit on his hands and knees and yanked down his
shorts. I smacked him a couple of times on his big white ass.
I hooked his leaking seven inch tool behind the lowered
shorts and yanked them back up. The guy gasped and asked for
forgiveness. With a stern voice I told him that he'd been
naughty and that he had to pay for it. I sat on my knees in
front of his face and made him beg for my cock. Hungrily he
lowered my shorts.

After getting my approval he started to suck my cock for
dear life. My hands were all over him. I slapped his globes
and pinched his nipples and balls. When I stuck my third
finger in his hole he begged for mercy. I didn't jerk him
off for real, I just softly rubbed the back of his shaft.
However, the triple stimulation must have been too much for
him, because he soon wildly climaxed. His abundant cum was
dripping down his shorts.

Because I was bent over him I saw it all from up close. It
was such a kinky sight. I definitely wanted to fuck him, but
it wasn't the right occasion for it. Soon I thrusted my cock
as deep in his throat as I could and erupted in big gushes.
The guy swallowed eagerly and even cleaned my cock with his
tongue. He thanked me for the hot experience and wanted to
know if I was a regular visitor of this beach. I told him
that I was just accompanying Patrick and his children for
the day. Of course I didn't tell him about our special bond.

The guy said that he was married, but his wife and he had
just come out to each other. She had declared that she was
actually a true lesbian and he had to admit that he had
strong bisexual feelings. They had decided not to divorce
immediately, but first to try to restructure their
relationship. This also meant experimenting with different
same sex partners. They also wanted to stay together for
their sons of twelve and fifteen.

Happily we agreed to exchange email addresses later on and
maybe meet again in the future. Before he left I playfully
slapped his butt. After waiting for five minutes I found it
safe to leave the dunes and walk to the water to have a
refreshing swim. At the waterfront Patrick and the children
were building and decorating the sandcastle. I greeted them
and Patrick asked if I'd had a nice walk. Smilingly I
praised the exceptional local flora.

Before joining the party I first wanted to get rid of the
stickiness in my groin and that smell of sex. After I
returned I finally admired the product of their hard
afternoon labor. The sand sculpture had turned out great.
The boys had tried to make it as high as possible and the
girls had used many different sea shells. The result was a
gothic type structure. Excitedly the boys told me about
their concept. Apparently they were both comic fanatics.

The twelve year old explained that he liked to draw comics,
especially dark ones. The exceptional design of the
sandcastle revealed that he was talented. Not only did he
have beautiful eyes, he also knew how to use them. In my
mind I was already fantasizing about the two boys together.
The big smile on Patrick's face showed that he had read my
mind. Luckily I'd just cum, so my interest in the boys
wasn't too noticeable.

Suddenly Patrick noticed heavy thunderclouds appearing in
the distance. They were still far away above the sea, but
would reach the shore soon. On behalf of the safety of the
children and ours we decided to leave immediately. We told
Patrick's children to say goodbye to the boy and girl and I
advised the boy to go to his parents as soon as possible.
The twelve year old Adonis said that his parents were
sitting close to us, so they would walk along with us.

To my delight I was able to stay in his vivid aura a bit
longer. While we were walking I introduced myself to the boy
and to my astonishment and hilarity of the group his name
was Patrick too. Of course they didn't look alike, but it
was funny. After arriving at our towels we started to get
dressed immediately. To my surprise, the twelve year old boy
and his cousin continued to walk towards the nearby couple,
who had started to get dressed as well.

Then it became clear to me that the boy was one of their two
sons. Both dad and son had beautiful twinkling blue greyish
eyes. Almost at the same time, we walked up to the car park.
Our paths crossed and the children excitedly continued their
kid chit chat. Patrick and I greeted the guy and his wife.
The kids had told them about the sand castle and the couple
thanked us for watching them. The guy didn't show any sign
of recognition, but he also didn't avoid my eyes. Instead it
seemed like his eyes were twinkling even brighter.

He introduced himself to us (to me for the second time). As
I had already figured out he explained that the boy was his
youngest son and the girl his niece. The boy had told him
how great it had been to hang out and play with Patrick's
son. His son didn't mind going to the nude beach. He just
wished there would be more kids his age. I suggested that
the boys should exchange email addresses so they could keep
in touch.

Suddenly it was as if the heavens opened. The rain fell down
in a big downpour from the sky. We all started running to
the cars, but were soaked within seconds. Fortunately I'd
left the car top on, so we could get in immediately. Quickly
Patrick and I put the children and our stuff in. We dried
ourselves a bit, using the beach towels. Just when I wanted
to drive off, a car stopped besides us. The car window was
lowered and the smiling face of the guy appeared.

Quickly he passed his business card to me. His son was
sitting behind him. One last brief moment I had the
opportunity to endeavour the beauty of these combined pairs
of eyes. The genetic resemblance was apparent. The boy even
had inherited the twinkling of his dad. And off, they drove.
Patrick and I talked some more about the couple. I didn't
mention my escapade with the guy in the dunes yet, but would
certainly give him a summary in the future.

The boy and girl were disappointed about the sudden
disruption of our lovely afternoon. They'd just finished the
sand castle. Patrick was comforting them and promised that
they would make an even bigger castle the next time. The
kids had liked the boy and girl whom they had played with.
Especially the boy was happy with his new kindred comic
crazed friend, but they had forgotten to exchange email
addresses. I made his day, when I showed him the business
card the boy's father had given me.

Patrick said he wanted to have a talk with his children and
moved from the front to the backseat and sat in between them.
He wrapped his arms around their shoulders and spoke in a
serious but friendly voice, about what happened that morning
with me and also with him and them in the past. First he
asked if they had liked it. After they both said they did,
he explained how sensitive this is regarded in nowadays
society and how important it was to keep it private.

He continued that he would never harm or hurt them or allow
others to harm or hurt them. Through my rear view mirror I
saw how the children were listening to him in awe. He was
caressing their blond hair and they were pressing their
heads against his chest. It was such a beautiful sight, I'd
wished to let go of the steering wheel and take a picture of
them. It made my heart melt. Luckily there wasn't to much
traffic, so I could have frequent glances at them.

Even though we'd been warm in the car, our clothes were
still wet when we arrived at Patrick's place. Patrick sent
the children directly upstairs to the bathroom. He and I
followed after we had unloaded the car. To prevent us from
getting a cold Patrick suggested we all would shower
together to warm our bodies as quick as possible. I
certainly didn't complain and started to undress. Patrick
took my clothes and hung them to dry together with the kids
and his own.

The kids seem to be ok with my nude presence. It's true that
they had seen me naked the whole day on the beach and that
we had played naughty games in the morning and liked it.
Still I could imagine that the speech of their father in the
car had scared them off a bit, or at least make them less
open and willing. Quickly one by one we hit the shower and
rinsed the salt of our skin. The girl needed some assistance.
Besides salt there was sand deep in her slit.

With a meaningful expression on his face Patrick asked me to
help her out. I got on my knees in front of her and motioned
her to keep her little cunt open so I could remove it with
the high pressure beam of the showerhead. After I was sure
that her little pink mount was totally sand free, I turned
the showerhead to a more pulsing beam. She was giggling and
swinging her little hips, but made sure the beam hit her
exactly at her favorite sensitive spots.

Her squeezing hands on my shoulders and her innocent rocking
body started to arouse me and not only me. Patrick, his son
and I were all sporting boners. I suggested that we would
take turns to soap each other. To show what I meant I
started to soap the little girls body and invited Patrick
and the boy to join me. Soon our hands were all over her
little body. When I was rubbing her miniature clitoris with
my middle finger, I felt Patrick's finger probing at the
tight chute.

He made her bend over and gently probed with soap coated
fingers in the little pussy and the girl's butt hole at the
same time. It was such a hot sight. She had her eyes closed
and was experiencing the sensations her dad's fingers were
giving her. After soaping, I had the honorable task to rinse
her body with the pulsating beams and make her small body
squirm once more. The boy was eagerly waiting for his turn.
His two inch boner was throbbing from excitement.

Patrick, the girl and I stood around the boy. Although I had
devoured at his divine boner this morning, I was really
anxious to finally touch his naked pale buns. I had been
lusting for them since yesterday. Eagerly I went on my knees
behind him and soaped his tender back and butt. I squeezed
and massaged his soft buns. I slid my fingers in the crack
and probed his pink eye. Surprisingly It took little effort
to slide in my whole middle finger.

I looked Patrick in the eyes. He smiled and gave me a
meaningful look. The boy supported himself by leaning on me
and his sister, when I washed his feet. My soaping of his
feet and toes made him giggle. Suddenly Patrick lifted his
body and whispered in his ear to put his feet on my dick.
The feeling of the soap coated boy feet on my throbbing dick
was ecstatic. Slowly I humped his slippery feet. The girl
got impatient and said she wanted to soap her dad.

Gladly the boy and I followed her request. The children
soaped up the lower part of his body and I the upper part. I
stood behind him and put some soap on his back. With my body
I rubbed the soap all over his back and butt. I stuck my
rock hard tool between his hairy mounts and slid them
between his legs. I whispered in his in ear that I would
shave his ass that night and fuck him brutally. The boy must
have heard me, because he looked at me smilingly with a
naughty expression on his face.

I felt the little hands of the kids soaping up his dick and
balls and mine at the same time. The kids were pretending
that our dicks were actually water snakes. The squeezing and
rubbing of our leaking joined cocks sent jolts through my
body. Twenty fingers were exploring every crevice and hole
in our bodies. I could have cum like that, but it was still
early and I knew we could play the whole evening. I pulled
Patrick under the shower. With lots of laughter the kids
aimed the water beams on us to rinse the soap off.

After playing with the showerhead for a while, I showed
Patrick how to clean his hole for real. First I flushed the
warm water in my chute and released it in the adjacent
toilet. Then Patrick tried it and he had to laugh at the
full feeling it was giving him at first and the relieved
feeling afterwards. The boy wanted to try it too and I was
very eager to assist him. With one hand I spread his
heavenly pale buns and with the other I pressed the powerful
beam of water against his tight hole.

After he convinced his sister that it was absolutely
painless, she also wanted to try it. For just a few seconds
I pressed the showerhead against her tiny butt. I will never
forget the relieved expression on her face when she released
her water filled bowels while sitting on the toilet bowl.
Patrick and I first dried the kids and then each other.  I
asked him to bring a big towel and razor equipment to the
bedroom and a bowl of hot water.

I spread the towel on the bed and asked Patrick to lay on
top of it. His hard rod was swinging from his body like a
flagpole. Kindly I asked the kids to help me apply the foam
on their dad's cock and balls. Patrick was squirming under
the sensation of his children's slippery hands on his groin.
Carefully I put the razorblade on his body and expertly
shaved his pubes above, on and around his cock and balls. It
made his cock immediately look much larger and his bald
balls seemed huge.

The kids were watching up closely and Patrick was softly
caressing their bodies. I saw his hands moving over their
butts and between their legs. After his dick was as bald as
the day he was born, I asked the boy and the girl to hold
his legs up high, so I could shave their dad's butt more
easily. While I was shaving him I told the kids that their
dad would love them to twitch his nipples. When they did,
Patrick was loudly moaning and his dick was leaking.

After I had removed the extra shaving foam from his ass and
rinsed it again with clean water, I put a kiss straight on
his hole and let my tongue tickle it. Patrick grunted and
his body shuddered. Desperately I wanted to fuck him. Just
the thought of me fucking him while his son and daughter
were watching made my cock throb. Patrick told his son to
get the KY from the cupboard. But first I ate his ass and
shoved my tongue in his tight man hole as deep as I could.

I asked the children to help me kiss their dads dick and ass.
They sure wanted to lick and suck his dick, but were grossed
out by the idea to kiss someone's butt. We decided not to
persuade them and while I was rimming Patrick's now smooth
white butt, his son and daughter were nibbling on his
throbbing rod. I asked them to apply lots of KY to their
dad's hole. It was such a turn on to watch their slimy
fingers playing with the hole that I was about to fuck.

Kindly I asked them if they also wanted to put the stuff on
my cock. While giving me the cutest smiles they put their
soft small hands on my leaking tool and coated it with KY.
Although it wasn't necessary I asked if they could also put
it on my balls. While enjoying their treatment I pushed my
thumb up Patrick's wet hole. He was tight and hadn't been
fucked for years so I had to take it easy.

Slowly I rubbed my gland against his hole. He wanted it. His
hole was winking at me. He grunted when I passed his
spincter, but didn't stop me when I pushed my dick all the
way in. He had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply. The
children were intently watching how their dad was having
pain, but clearly seemed to want it. After the pain had
subsided, I asked the children to continue kissing his cock
and twitch his nipples.

While I was steadily fucking Patrick the boy and girl were
giving little kisses on his cock and probing their little
tongues on his gland. He coated his fingers with KY and
pushed one in his boy's hole and one in his girl's hole. I
instructed the kids to also jerk the shaft and foreskin and
massage the balls and stretch the sack. At a certain point
Patrick and I were both panting and suddenly I felt his
asshole clench firmly around my dick.

He grunted and moaned loudly as he sprayed his cum violently
over his chest and face. The sight of the heads of his
children on each side of his cock and the streams of cum
above and around it on his abs and chest was just too hot
for my eyes. After a few final thrusts I grunted and
forcefully shot my cum deep in Patrick's ass. With my cock
still inside him I positioned us on our sides. Patrick asked
the kids to get some drinks from downstairs.

When they came back with some beers, my cock still hadn't
slipped out. Excitedly they started to ask questions to
their dad, such as: if it hurt and what he felt and if he
would shit on me? Patrick comforted them and told them how
wonderful he'd been feeling. Eventually my cock went soft
and slipped out of his ass. I suggested to take a quick
shower to freshen up and for the second time within an hour
we were standing under the shower.

The children had remained in the bedroom and were sitting
and chatting on the bed. Patrick and I laid ourselves on the
bed with them sitting in the middle. I was laying behind the
boy and cuddled up to his small warm body. I stroked his
hair and caressed his ears and tender neck. I traced his
back with my fingers and squeezed his abs. Slowly I cupped
his balls and took his boner between my fingers. He stopped
talking and gasped. I asked if he was ok. He said he was and
continued talking and I went back to stroke his hard member.

The girl was laying on her back and Patrick was kissing her
all over her squirming body. I motioned the boy to lay down
too and he willingly complied. How beautiful he was laying
naked in front of me. Hovering my body above his I nuzzled
his hair and armpits. I licked and sucked his tiny pink
nipples and probed my tongue at his hard tummy, just above
his boner. I swallowed his boner and balls all at once and
feasted with my tongue on them.

I saw that Patrick and his daughter were laying in seventy
minus one position. He was eating her tiny pussy and ass and
she was doing her best to get as much of his cock in her
tiny mouth as she could. I motioned the boy if he wanted to
do that as well. He swiftly moved his body and took my now
rock hard rod in his small hand. After a few firm strokes he
took my cock in his hot mouth. The skilled way he sucked and
used his tongue and hands showed that he wasn't a novice.

My mouth was on his hard member and balls and on his
delicious pink eye. How soft and smooth his buns felt on my
cheeks. The boy was a great cock sucker, just like his dad
had been. Suddenly I felt his finger at my hole. But I soon
realized that it was too big to be his finger. Instead, it
was Patrick's KY coated finger. He asked if he could fuck me.
Gladly I accepted. I moved the boy and myself on our sides
and Patrick positioned himself behind me.

I felt his big fingers and to my delight also the little
fingers of the girl lube my hole. I remember fantasizing at
that moment about her sticking her whole little fist in me.
Looking at the size of her fist and arm and the stretching
abilities of my hole, it could have been possible. Patrick
rubbed his leaking cock through my crack and aimed it at my
dark eye. I pushed my tongue once more in the little boys
rectum and pushed in some saliva.

Just when Patrick shoved his large white cock in my coffee
colored hole, I pushed my finger in his son's tight pink
tunnel. The feeling was a mixture of pain and pleasure, pure
ecstasy, a surreal dream coming true. The sucking of the boy
only stopped momentarily and while his father was pounding
on my ass, I could easily fuck him with one finger. His body
was totally relaxed. I knew it wasn't possible yet to fuck
him for real, but soon it would.

The little girl complained because she felt left out. I
asked if she could help her brother with my cock. She could
jerk me off and lick my balls or massage her dad's balls
instead. She clearly needed some guidance but soon she was
dividing her attention on her dad and me. Patrick was
thrusting deep in my ass. I was sucking furiously on his
son's boner. The boy was blowing me like a god. The girl was
tickling my balls with her little tongue and I was sliding
my finger in and out of the tight white boy hole.

Patrick announced that he would be cumming soon and sped up
his thrusts. I was close too and wildly started to tongue
fuck the little boy, while his dad was pounding my ass. To
eat this delicious boy just by itself made me almost cum
sooner than Patrick. But I felt his cock expand in my ass
and his body convulse. This was all I needed. I stuck my
tongue deep in the boys pink hole and shoved my cock deep in
his mouth.

While Patrick shot his cum deep in my bowels, I shot my cum
in his son's mouth. I hadn't warned him before and after the
first spray he had gagged and taken it out. Luckily the girl
had continued stroking my cock. The rest of my cum had
landed all over his face and on his chest. Eagerly I licked
it all off, leaving him squeaking with saliva coated sticky
eyes. Exhausted, sticky, smelly, but very satisfied, we hit
the shower for the fourth time that day.

Even though many days and showers followed, this story has a
sudden and happy ending. I certainly hadn't expected to meet
Patrick ever again after we parted fifteen years before and
definitely not that it would be such an exciting and joyful
reunion. I hope you liked the story. Other stories that I've
published can be found on ASSGM and nifty.