Date: Tue, 1 Apr 2014 21:56:27 -0700
From: Tyler Waggoner <twag1983@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 2

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A Family Made -- Chapter 2

The trip over to Hong Kong went without a hitch.  In fact, we had 35-40
knot cross winds into the Hong Kong airport, but I made it seem like they
were insignificant breezes -- the `check ride' was flawless -- the Chief
Pilot asked me on the way to the hotel,where I had learned to fly like that
-- I was on a high.  I arrived at the hotel, but after a long, hot shower,
I realized how exhausted I was.  I called home and Rafaela said that all
was quiet.  I lay down, wondering how Marc and Lucas were doing.  I wished
I was there, instead of in a hotel halfway around the world, by myself.
But, everything had gone well and the rest of the trip would be simple.  At
our airline we were fortunate to have 48 hour lay overs on Pacific
international trips; a lot of carriers have limited them to 24 hours (that
is `block to block' time -- the time when position blocks are placed or
taken away from the front wheels).  Then, it was home -- to my vacation! I
could picture Lucas asleep (he was still so cute, curling up on his side,
hugging his long side-pillow, one leg over the top).  I hoped that Marc
wasn't finding Lucas a little `too much' -- a teenager can be quite
demanding.  I drifted off to sleep thinking about my son and Marc, my best
friend, and the wonderful time I was going to spend in the Northern
Washington mountains.

The trip back to Seattle was uneventful.  As Captain, I had the controls on
the outbound, then went to the back, a room off the cockpit directly behind
the jump seat, which was behind my seat on the left -- to one of the bunks
(on long haul oceanic flights, there is a relief crew (usually one or two
first officers, but on this trip, the Chief Pilot was there) that steps in
during the middle 1/2 of flight and the primary cockpit crew uses bunks
that are situated behind and to the left of the captains seat, behind a
jump seat).  Since 911, in particular, my airline had made the adjacent
bunks a separate part of the aircraft (a crew member used to take a walled
off seat in First Class) -- connected so that flight crew wouldn't be
sleeping in the cabin.  I laid there listening to the sound of the engines
and the gentle occasional oscillation as we cruised at 41,000 feet above
the North Pacific.

Last night I met up with some of the crew and we had a blast at a local
place on the Kowloon side of Hong Kong.  Then, we watched the sunset with
the various deep red, pink then lavender, hues over Hong Kong harbor.
Then, some of the cabin crew left to `party' -- I'm not sure what kind of
partying because we couldn't have anything in our bloodstream or urine if
we were tested -- unlike the crews in the Golden Age of flying (Pan Am was
notoriously a `country club').  A young small-framed guy, Jorge, and I were
chatting about our careers.  He had found being an international flight
attendant very exciting, and liked his freedom when not working.  As I lay
there I remembered that Jorge had worn a cologne that was very unique --
distinctive.  I asked him the name of it -- he smiled, then said that it
was a gift from his partner.  It was an exclusive private label that was
only available in a boutique nestled in a cul de sac in Paris.  I remember
that I laughed and said, "well, its good to have connections".  Then it hit
me -- that was the same scent on Lucas's swim trunks.  I had smelled it
before -- at Marc's house -- when I was in his bedroom looking at some
family pictures that his wife, Julia, had hung on on a wall.  Now it made
sense -- I bet Lucas had found some in the bathroom in Marc's house,
probably after swimming in the pool.  I know that Julia often bought Marc
nice colognes, as he already had plenty of ties, suits and other things,
including all the `guy-toys' a man could want.  But, I still could not
figure out why it would be mainly on his swim trunks -- I must have fallen
asleep, because as I woke, my alarm was going off.  Time to get up, and get
ready to take over in the left hand seat.

We arrived in Seattle nearly forty-five minutes ahead of schedule -- our
gate was actually free!  The morning traffic on Thursday wasn't as bad as I
had expected.  I was headed through Seattle before the brunt of the
upcoming Holiday rush hour took over, arriving in our quiet South Queen
Anne neighborhood, in record time.  I arrived home shortly after 9:30a.  I
took a long hot shower then shaved, deciding that I could get some shut eye
and maybe surprise the guys by showing up before sundown.  Well, I awoke
around 5pm -- amazed that I had slept so soundly.

Rafaela had dinner on as I could smell garlic wafting up the stairs.  By
the time I came down, it was after 5:30p.  I was super hungry.

As I sat down, Rafaela smiled at me as she looked up.  "Lucas called this
morning, it is obvious he is having a GREAT time", she said, shaking her
head as a smile spread across her face, showing off her deep dimples.

"Any problems?", I said, questioningly.

"No", she went on, "Marc said he gets up with the sun, and is in bed as the
sun sets", she said, "it definitely sounds like Lucas is being completely
worn out!", she chuckled.  "I can't imagine if Jesse had gone up there with
them!", she said.

I smiled.  "Yeah, I can only imagine if Jesse had led the day, knowing how
Lucas and him play off each other", I said.  Jesse, Marc's youngest son,
was a competitive swimmer (as well as an olympic-quality skier) and Lucas
really looks up to him. They are best friends.  They have bonded even more
over last two years, as Lucas has spent considerable time over Marc's after
Julia died.

"Marc sounded quite content.  I think he really likes it up there", she
said.  "I can't put my finger on it, but he sounds rested and happy -- like
he used to be", she paused reflectively, "I think once Jesse leaves the
nest, he'll probably move up there".

"I'm sure.  It doesn't get much quieter or more beautiful", I said.

"I'm sure. I can't imagine, though, what he feels like all alone at night",
she said.

"Well", she said, picking up her fork, "Marc has had his hands full with
Jesse and .. the freshman twins", Rafaela smiled again, referring to Marc's
younger set of twins.  Apparently they have been a holy terror at
University of Norte Dame.

"Yeah", I said, smiling at the thought of the twin hung Catholic hunks
cruising the campus for `chickmeat', like I used to do, and partying
endlessly.

As we finished dinner, it was nearly 7p.  Rafaela said she didn't mind me
going up tonight if I wanted to.  I thought about it, agreeing that it
would give me a full day, if I was already there in the morning.  We
agreed.  I helped her clean off the table, and then went upstairs.  I
freshened up, wetting my hair to remove all traces of sleep, brushed my
teeth then washed my face.  I spritzed on a little Bvlgari.  I put on a
pair of dark blue Polo boxers then a dark blue Polo shirt and a pair of
deep `blue' jeans, deciding to wear my black flip-flops as it was Summer
and I wasn't dressing up for anyone. I saw my hiking boots attached to my
gym bag, so I knew Rafaella had thought of everything.  I made my way out
of the house, picking up the gym bag that Rafaela had packed.

As I made my way out of Seattle, the traffic was light and it wasn't long
before I was out of Seattle -- headed North -- Mount Rainier receding from
view in the right portion of the rear view mirror.  I made my way North on
I-5 toward Bellingham.  As I turned toward the East, before reaching
Bellingham, I could see the moonlight illuminating the beautiful Cascade
Mountains (long known as the North American Alps).  I could see the signs
for Mt Shuksan and North Cascade National Park (created in 1968), and knew
I was getting close to my turn -- to the road that led to Marc's acreage
(nearly 700 acres of land). It was approaching 11p when I found the road
that led to Marc's drive.  The road winded with some hair raising, hairpin
turns, but I found Marc's driveway.

"Shit!", I said out loud, I forgot to call Marc.

I pulled up and saw the gate to the driveway was shut with a chain firmly
locking it -- "shit" I said again, and hit my hand hard on the steering
wheel.  Damn, I had forgotten that Marc had put that up.  He said that
people were driving up onto his property and he had found several trees
that had been cut down.  That was back around Christmas time.  It was
cooling outside, probably around 65F, down from a high around 80F today.
The moon was full and the light cast beautiful shadows as I looked up the
drive.  Well, I thought, I'd better leave the car and my stuff here and go
up to the house.  I figured Marc would probably be awake and he could give
me the keys so I could drive the car up.

I made my way up the winding driveway.  God, what a pristinely beautiful
place.  The driveway was nearly a mile and a half, with 7-8 degree
inclines, as the mountain home was set up on a bluff.  It was so quiet, so
remote.  I knew from hiking up here that Marc's nearest neighbor was at
least a mile up the road.  His grandparents had bought this property just
before WW II when land was cheap and nobody came up here.  I think Marc had
told me that there was over 500 acres of dense forrest on the property, in
addition to clearings, rock formations, and the lake.  I remember the lake
-- it was beautiful.  There were also several small mountain streams, a few
hundred feet or so below the bluff where the house stood.  I could see the
moonlight on the house as I winded my way around the last bend in the
driveway.  As I approached I could see that all of the lights were out.
Shit, I thought, why didn't I call before I left Seattle.

I continued to approach the house.  I remember sitting on the master
bedroom's deck, looking out over the lake (which was directly behind the
house).  I remember Marc said his grandfather had originally built a cabin
(which the family used frequently) -- it was a few acres down and over --
probably 450-500' lower than the house.  Marc and Julia had commissioned
the current home (yeah, actually commissioned a house!) when they moved to
Seattle.  Marc loved the mountains and wanted a place he could go for
stretches of time to `get away'.  Julia preferred city living, well, South
Queen Anne living, but Marc quickly wooed her by building a master suite
that one could literally live in, with every creature comfort, and then
`sold' her when he remodeled the kitchen to be a `state of the art --
chef's palace. Marc had the house build on a roller system -- this is
earthquake central -- in an earthquake, the house was probably the safest
place to be.

As you awoke in the master suite, in the plush overstuffed king-sized bed
with the finest in Hungarian goose down underneath and above you --
bedaubed in 2000+ count combed Egyptian cotton -- you could see the sun
rise above the lake through big picture windows.  All of the windows to the
master suite were floor (28.75" above the floor to be exact -- so when in
bed, you were eye level) to ceiling, and they raised (manually or via a
control on the bedside tables) -- so, they could be opened almost 3/4 of
the way up.  Each window had an `invisible' screen firmly in place, so you
could take in the smells and sounds of the woods and lake, without any
worries of screening, impairing the view, or bugs getting in.  Yes, it was
beautiful.  I figured I would walk around the house to where the master
suite was; hopefully Marc was still awake -- I knew he would watch TV (full
Satellite was definitely one luxury Marc could not do without) sometimes
until early in the morning.  I figured, the worse is, I could gently knock
on the window and let him know I was outside -- that way I wouldn't wake
Lucas.

As I made my way around the back, I could see the windows were open. The
sky was clearing -- I could see the clouds, slowly, receding -- the dancing
silhouettes giving way to the leafy definition of the trees around me.  I
could feel a gentle breeze -- that's why the windows were open -- it would
fill the suite with the smells of the mountains.  The moon shown brightly
off the water.  I made my way up, around the side of the house.  Thank God
Marc had recently graded the surrounds -- I remembered how he had talked
about doing that when Rafaela and I stayed up here.  The ground was soft,
with a beautiful carpet of moss and ivy, the typical dense undergrowth up
here in the Pacific Northwest, perfectly resting under my flip-flops.  As I
approached I could hear Marc's voice.

"Mmmmm", a deep groan -- that had to be Marc's voice.

"Slowly", I could hear Marc's voice again, "this feels soooo good".

I peered through the side window screen.  I could see Marc's chiseled body
lying on the bed, legs separated.  I couldn't believe the view.  His chest
was slightly heaving ... and as my eyes adjusted I could see the
bluish-gray softness of the moonlight illuminating him.  I smiled, as I
thought -- I had caught him in a moment of `self-appreciation'.

As I stared, I could see movement at the end of the bed.  My eyes shifting
then adjusting to the light.  It was then that I could clearly see the
moonlight as it shown off the curly mahogany brown hair -- that was my
son's head!  My son was going down on my best friend!!!!  My heart skipped
a beat -- rapidly accelerated -- my mouth became instantly parched.  I
stood there watching as my son was slowly munching down on the cock of my
best friend.

"Yeah baby -- s l o w l y -- yeah .... ohhhh yyeeaahhh", he was moaning.

I could hear my sons slurping, as I watched him back off until Marc's cock
was on full display, then slowly take most of it deep into his mouth,
gagging a little -- his supple lips stretched over Marc's thick tool.
Marc's cock was again on full display -- his treelike man pole was
throbbing with the rush of his heart beat -- veins engorged, weaving over
the massive member -- Marc's head, full, covered with Lucas's wetness.  I
could see the ripples in Marc's eight-pack as he stiffened in pleasure.

Marc's cock is simply -- massive.  9.5" -- with an upward meaty curve --
immense width, the same from it's base, surrounded by dense bush, to the
beginning of it's helmet head -- thick veins networking along the shaft
engorge as it hardens -- the rim along the cut head is thick, full -- his
manly slit flaring as his excitement builds.

"Oh baby ... yeah ... work my cock ... slowly ... yeah", panted Marc, as
Lucas started lapping my best friend's seed-milk which was spitting
forcefully out of Marc's massive cock slit.  I could see Lucas adjust
himself, as his beautiful 14 year old ass globes arched up behind him --
shifting to and fro as he worked Marc's tool -- Lucas was totally naked --
exposed.

"yeah, fucking take my cock baby ..." I could hear Marc moan as Lucas's
mouth stretched, trying to consume this massive piece of male.  I could see
my boy -- gently sliding down -- his tender cheeks expanding, trying to fit
Marc -- as tears slowly tricked from his beautiful eyes, bouncing off his
dimples -- as Marc groaned, "baby .... yeeaaahhh ... oh fuck ... yeah".
Lucas continued his pursuit, stifling gags -- Marc now 2/3 into his
stretched hole -- Lucas's throat bobbing as he instinctively swallowed --
saliva seeping around his lips -- adjusting his arms to steady himself --
Marc now pressing into my boy's adolescent throat.  Marc threw his head
back as Lucas continued consuming his meat.  "yeah baby .... yeeeaahhh
... fucckkin yeeeaahhh ..... woooorkkk my cockkkk", deeply escaping Marc's
lips.  Lucas, slowly reaching down, playing with Marc's balls -- slurping
-- sucking -- slurping -- sucking.

Lucas then slowly backed up -- my best friend's meat extruding around his
well stretched lips -- as Lucas expelled Marc's length.  Lucas used his
tongue to trace the distended veins along the underside of his lover's pole
-- Marc's pelvis bucking in pure bliss -- until his mouth gently kissed the
massive head -- pulling out Marc's precum -- tasting his manliness --
savoring the scent.  I could see my son's long heavy eyelashes -- his eyes
gently rolling, backward, as he savored Marc.

I then watched as Lucas slowly worked his way down, gently using his mouth
over each of Marc's balls then back up again along his treelike shaft, to
envelop Marc's cockhead -- then, slowly working his way down and up Marc's
shaft -- his tongue dancing along its textured surface.  I could see Marc's
preseed -- now copiously spitting out of his huge slit -- Lucas holding his
tongue out to capture it -- then swirling his tongue around the huge head
to further appreciative groans from Marc.  He continued -- slowly working
Marc's manhood -- on and on -- never slowing his careful ministrations.

My son then gently -- lovingly -- kissing upward -- his nose ... halting
... stoping in the growth of Marc's dense forrest -- moving his tender
strikingly pretty face through Marc's dense bush -- savoring his manly
scent -- then migrating -- his tongue slowly working it's way along Marc's
treasure trail -- encircling his navel -- inching its way up as Marc's
trail expanding into a swirling mass to Marc's massive pectorals.  Lucas
began to softly kiss each nipple -- moving back and forth -- cooing as his
nose traced each shimmering muscle -- his manly nipples -- standing erect
-- body quivering, as my boy lovingly pleasured him.  Lucas then gently
used his teeth -- biting Marc's left nipple -- driving his ass off the bed
-- wildly -- his treelike manhood expanding with ecstasy shooting more of
his pre-seed into the air -- like glitter as it fell.  I could see Lucas's
dense, beautifully long eyelashes -- his eyes blinking -- slowly -- as he
continued.

I then saw Marc reach down and pull Lucas up -- gently placing Lucas on top
of him.  He reached down, grasping the mounds of my son's ass, his massive
hands kneading them as he began to kiss Lucas. Very gently and delicately
exploring my son's lips and chin, then upward, brushing his lips along my
son's nose, then back and forth over his lush eyelashes.  I saw Lucas's
tongue flick, playing `hide and seek' with Marc's, dancing gently in the
moonlight.

Marc then became more aggressive.  I could hear the slurping sounds as my
boy and my best friend were now deeply kissing -- hell, Lucas was moaning,
as I could see them shift and Marc gently rolled Lucas underneath him.
Marc spent time on each of Lucas's delicate, soft nipples, working his
tongue and then lips to engulf them -- I could see them tighten, hardening
to Marc's tongue; at the same time Marc was gently caressing Lucas's skin
-- Lucas's body tensed as each nipple was ministered too. Lucas began to
moan as Marc slowly working his way down the length of Lucas's body.  Marc
slowly tracing a line toward Lucas's treasure trail, causing him to gasp as
he thrust his tongue in Lucas's navel -- gently heading south along his
treasure trail -- falling into the scallop of his adolescent belly -- then
sliding down until his nose was buried in the denseness of teenage bush --
nibbling -- Lucas slowly raised his pelvis, the orbs of his ass glowing in
the brightening blue light -- then a shudder starting in Lucas's throat and
diving down the length of his supple body -- as Marc descended between my
boy's legs.

I could see Marc gently lift my son from underneath -- his massive hands
engulfing Lucas's lower torso, as his tongue ran down to engulf his
barely-teenage cock.  I could see the outline of his beautiful young cock,
standing about 6", fully erect -- the slightest upward curve of the shaft
-- thick -- with a helmet head that flared in excitement -- the bluish hues
of moonlight exposing it -- wet.  He was an absolutely stunningly beautiful
child.  My heart was beating so loudly I thought my ears would explode.  I
was ready to storm in there and pull Marc off my boy -- to let him know
that he was violating my child.  I could feel the heat rising, as I stood
-- transfixed -- with the now full moon, brightly but softly decorating my
son and his lover.  I could see Lucas lift off the bed as Marc gently
sucked on his cock -- then slowly each of his balls -- back and forth,
spending time on each one -- I could hear Lucas moan as Marc began to work
his tongue between my baby's ass cheeks.  I heard a deep, guttural cry as
Marc hit my son's bud.

"Baise!", my son cried out in French (`FUCK'), "Putain -- UN!!!!!", he
yelled (`Fuckin-A'), as Marc dove his tongue into my boy -- separating his
cunt lips -- violently shaking his head side to side. "Baise!!!" my boy
screamed -- legs arching around Marc -- his toes splaying out,
"BALISE!!!!".

"Marc!  .... yeaahhh, oohhh yyeeaaahh, oh yyeeesss", Lucas cried -- Marc's
motion slowing -- slowly pulling his tongue until its tip almost freed was
then -- thrust deep.  I could see Lucas's hands reach out and hit then grab
the sheets -- his legs now over Marc's muscular shoulders.  I could see him
pant as Marc continued to slurp -- the sounds of my buddy's tongue and my
son's ass -- filling my ears.  Lucas's moans ... Marc reaching deep with
his tongue, fully exposing and opening my son's pussy -- retreating to
enjoy his rim, slowly working up Lucas's perineum, then back down to deeply
thrust his tongue into my child.  Lucas began to mumble -- nonsensical
French -- as Marc's tongue made love to him.

I couldn't move.  I couldn't fucking move -- I stood there -- transfixed --
hearing my son's moans and the sounds of his lover -- slurping -- slurping
-- slurping -- enjoying my son's tender ass.  I could feel the hardness in
my jeans ... my cock, straining to be released.

Then -- I saw Marc slowly rise.

The outline of his masculine body appeared enlarged, backlit by the moon.
His low hanging balls -- massive -- bullish -- each surrounded with a fuzzy
glow -- gently swinging from side to side.  His throbbing, treelike
manhood, arching upward, standing out in full engorgement in front of him
-- copiously spitting and leaking -- his pre-seed now forming a thick
strand that began to slowly descend from his large slit.  The trunks of his
legs -- cut -- veins engorged.  I could see Marc reach beside Lucas for
something on the bed.  I then saw Lucas begin to get up -- no -- he wasn't
getting up ... he was rolling onto his stomach his beautiful -- tender --
hard -- tapered body -- the swanlike dip of his back -- the globes of his
ass -- full displayed.

Marc leaned over my son -- the thick stand of his preseed met the cleft of
my boy's ass -- his head dropping to kiss the nape of Lucas's neck.  Marc's
massive hand reached down, grabbing his manpole then gliding up -- his
preseed now pressed into the cleft -- his large finder pushing it lower --
Lucas's moan as Marc pushed his juices down over my son's tenderness -- the
gasp, as Marc pushed wetness inside, separating Lucas's lips -- into the
warmth of his chute.

The room was now fully engulfed in bluish shades of gray -- it was as if
the lights were on.  Marc reaching down -- opening a small bottle --
pouring liquid on his thick fingers.  My best friend then slowly positioned
my tender boy on all fours.  He reached between the clefts of his globes --
his wet fingers adding to his essence -- Lucas moaned, very softly at
first, gradually increasing -- louder and louder -- I had to get a better
view -- I had hear and see what was happening.

I moved quietly around to the back windows, keeping my footing in the ivy,
making no sounds until I came around to the deck. I quietly moved onto the
deck, making no sound, no sudden movements.  I crept up to the back window,
barely raising my head, my knees firmly on the deck -- the view I had was
breathtaking.  I could see Lucas's smooth ass globes -- fully exposed --
his jewels hanging down -- two large almond-shaped walnuts in a silk, low
hanging sac -- his cock, enlarged, throbbing -- dripping -- Marc with two
thick fingers fully inside.  Marc was very slowly moving his fingers in and
out of Lucas, gently turning his massive hand -- back and forth -- twisting
them -- gradually opening my son's sweet, tight, boy pussy -- his lips
kissing Marc's fingers as they withdrew then slipping back inside as he
pushed them -- fully in.  Lucas was groaning -- steady -- low -- guttural.

I felt the intensity of my hardness -- pulsing in my jeans -- my cock
hugely swollen -- a hardness so full -- I was insanely turned-on seeing
best buddy and my son -- the staccato of my heart as Marc position himself
directly behind Lucas -- tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.  Marc's
balls were -- gigantic -- the folds of his sac sagging under their weight
-- his beautiful Bulgarian bubble-butt completely exposed in the spotlight
-- beads of sweat tricking down his muscular body, causing Marc to glow.
He repositioned Lucas, ever so slightly turning him so he was angled on the
bed.

"Take me slowly baby", I could hear Marc encouragingly, as he nipped Lucas
on the neck, working his way slowly to Lucas's ear with his lips.

"Da", I could hear Lucas moan in Bulgarian (`yes'), "Daaaaaa", and then he
moaned something I couldn't understand.  I could see Marc slowly settle, I
could see Marc's arms as they pushed Lucas's globes aside -- pushing the
lips of his entrance open.  Lucas moans became deeper and louder, "mmmMM
MMMMMMM MMMMMMM".  "DA .. DA .. DA", Lucas cried -- I knew Marc's massive
member was past my boy's ring.  Marc's arms sliding up the narrow arch of
my son's sides moving -- his massive arms now planted -- holding my boy in
place.

Marc slowly inched into Lucas -- stopping -- taking time to wait -- further
pushing apart Lucas's smooth legs with his massive manly thighs --
separating them -- apart and more apart -- as Lucas accepted more of his
massive girth -- Lucas would moaning softly again, letting him know it was
OK to continue his invasion.  Marc nibbled on Lucas's neck and ear -- back
and forth -- side to side -- slowly -- very very slowly -- inching more of
his massive tree into my boy's warm chute.  Marc -- whispering
encouragements -- softly into Lucas's ear -- grunting as he felt his boy
pussy relax -- more and more of his manhood -- pushing deeper.  Finally --
Lucas -- fully relax -- Marc now balls deep inside -- Marcs crown jewels
hanging resting against my boys.  I could hear them breathing heavily -- in
unison.  My son's legs were fully spread, Marc's arms holding his body as
they formed beams of support on either side of my boy, their balls resting
together.

A surge of prejizz squirted into my boxers as I pressed into my throbbing
hardness against my jeans.

"Niki, ti si tlkova zdravo", Marc moaned (`you are so tight') in Bulgarian,
" .. BABY .. you feel so s w e e t", I heard Marc moan, as he used my son's
nickname, the one his mother had given him when he was a baby.

"Dzhibri... ti si tolkova .. GOLYAM!", Lucas deeply moaned back (`Marc, you
are so BIG'), " so veerryy B I G", he mumbled.  Lucas cooed as he dropped
his head down onto the comforter, "You feel ... sooo oo oo .. good
.. uggghhhh ... so veeerrryyy good". His voice, lowered two octaves -- a
smokiness to it that I had never heard before.

My cock shot more prejizz, my jeans were now wet -- preseed now dripping
down my arched shaft, wetting my balls.

Marc started to rock -- slowly at first, and then as I moved further over,
I could see that he was slowly pulling out and then pushing in.  I could
hear Lucas moan as Marc increased his love making -- my son fully open --
the sound of his wetness.  I could see a thin line of precum -- oozing from
my son's slit -- glistening in a bluish beam, as it hung down from the
opening of his cock -- increasing as Marc slowly started making love with
him -- a widening string of twinkling love.  Marc's bull-balls slapping
Lucas's like clackers.  Marc tenderly kissing the nape of my son's neck --
his complete taking -- causing Lucas to shudder violently.  My boy began to
mumble in Portuguese then French then Bulgarian -- my best friend groaning
-- my boy's pussy clenched around his massive cock -- fully bottomed out --
then release -- freeing it's intruder -- as Marc retreated -- my son was
slowly milking my buddy's cock!

Fuck -- I could feel the wetness in my jeans grow -- I unbuttoned my jeans
quickly sliding down the zipper allowing my cock some room -- watching with
rapped ecstasy as the lover's performed their dance.  I could hear my buddy
moan -- a gutturally sexual growl -- synched with his cock -- as my baby
contracted around this mass of manhood -- then release -- shivers consuming
Lucas's body -- his prejizz now flowing down onto the bed -- a steady
widening stream -- Marc leaning over him, gently kissing his ear, his huge
arms framing the sides of Lucas's slender body -- my boy held in place.

Marc was really making love -- this wasn't sex -- it was true love making
-- the most intimate act between two people who, equally, had to give
themselves -- completely and utterly -- I couldn't grasp what I was seeing.
My teenage son and his man.

`SLAP' `SLAP' `SLAP'

I could hear the sound of wet skin meeting wet skin, as Marc intercoursed
with my boy.  My best friend bottoming out -- deeply inside my son, his
pelvis hitting against Lucas's globes as he drove his thick meat into the
depths of my son's wet tightness.  The fluid dance betweens Marcs' balls
and my son's -- mesmerizing.

"uuugghh ...  uggggghhh ... uuugghhh", Lucas moaned.  `SLAP' `SLAP' `SLAP'
`SLAP' `uuuugggg ...  yyyoouuu feel .." `SLAP' `SLAP' `SLAP' "sssooooo"
`SLAP' `SLAP' `SLAP SLAP SLAP' "ugghhhh ..  gooodd". `SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP'
-- then Marc, fully embedded, began to twist -- moving his cock slowly
around in Lucas's now overstretched, fully opened, boy pussy.  I could see
Lucas's precum, a flowing stream, glittering into a pool on the on the
sheets beneath him -- Marc probing my son's prostate .. pushing Lucas's
pre-seed out of him.

`SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP', the staccato beat of Marc's fucking was
picking up -- steadily increasing, his sweat dripping down on my boy --
running down the small of his back into the cleft of Marc's bubbled ass.

"Oh baby, you are so fucking beautiful", moaned Marc as he began to
increase his fucking.  I could see Marc's smile, as his massive manhood
invaded this sweet boycunt.  I could see the sinews of Marc's muscles --
his large thighs, separating the underside of Lucas's legs.  Marc reached
under my son, with one massive hand, and gently turn him -- Lucas on his
back -- effortlessly, artfully guiding his adolescent legs onto his broad,
bulging shoulders -- never pulling out, my sweet boy impaled fully the
whole time.  I could see my best friend gently stroke the skin on Lucas's
pubescent legs -- the softness and silkiness under his large hands.

Lucas reached up, grabbing Marc's biceps as Marc began to fuck him again --
his legs now fully pushed against his developing adolescent shoulders, his
boycunt given completely to this virile Bulgarian Stallion.  Lucas was
shouting things in Portuguese, French, Bulgarian, Italian and Spanish --
then back to Portuguese -- I couldn't understand what he was shouting.

`SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP' as Lucas's body was pushed upward,
"uuuuuugggghhhhh" moaned Marc, `SLAP SLAP SLAP' `SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP'
as Marc increased his rhythm.

"Mmm ...  aar ...", `SLAP-SLAP-SL AP", Lucas moaned, "kkiiieee",
`SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP', "uugg
... yyyyeeeeaaaaahhhhh". `SLAP-SLAPSLAPSLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP'

`SLAP SLAP SLAP'
`SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SALP" the
veracity and power of Marc's feral attack was amazing.

"Ugggg ... Nickky ...  Nickky ...  baby", sweat flying off Marc's forehead,
`SLAP-SLAP-SLAP', "I love you ...", `SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP', "I love you
soooo much .. baaaabbbbyyy? I could hear Marc cry as he began to increase
his force, driving my son upward on the bed -- his young legs gripping the
back of Marc's neck. `SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SALP' ... sweat beading on Marc's back, running down the cleft of
his ass onto his ball sac the quickly dripping on the sheets below.  I
could smell the intoxicating testosterone-charged man scent mixed with the
sweet scent of adolescence wafting out the open windows.

My cock surged and precum shot out my boxers, hitting the deck in a
spray. My balls ached.  My prostate swelling with fullness.

Marc shifted, placing a pillow under my son's head, cradling his hand
around the back of Lucas's head while then moving down to fluidly pick up
another pillow.  He shifted Lucas's pelvis, slipping the pillow under him,
further arching his teenage cunt upward.  He slowly slid back until his
cockhead was just inside my son, then fluidly pushed forward -- imbedding
himself -- holding my boy's ankles up and out.

`SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP'

Lucas cried out -- followed by a pleasurable shout, "FUCK", as Marc
massaged his prostate with his huge tool, sliding his massive piece over it
-- over and over and over and over -- `SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP'

"je t'aime" cooed Lucas (`I love you') -- as Marc continued to slowly and
almost completely pull out then just as I saw the folds of Lucas's cunt
push outward -- trying to force the invader out -- gently and effortlessly
slip back inside until his balls pushed Lucas's inward.  Over and over,
Marc did this -- gently running his hands along Lucas's torso -- making him
whimper -- shudder -- then slowly working his hands back down -- and doing
it again and again -- Lucas's shuddering over and over.  "je t'aime
tellement", Lucas raised his head, Marc's rising to meet his eyes (`I love
you so much'), Lucas said in French.  I could see Lucas's toes flaring and
curling as Marc continued to make love to him.

"je t'aime tellement mon doux", Marc raspily replied, his face coming
closer to Lucas's (`I love you so much my sweet')

I could see Marc's lips meet Lucas's as the two fully entwined.  I could
hear each `SLAP' as Marc's skin met Lucas's -- Marc now establishing a
rhythm again.  I could see Marc's bubble butt tense as he pushed his
manhood as far as it would go and then slowly pull out and then push back
in.  Skin on skin.

`SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP' -- skin to skin -- skin
to skin -- increasing as an animalistic intensity gripped Marc.

`SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SALP'

I could hear Marc's moans intensify, his head flipping back toward the
ceiling -- mouth hanging open -- Lucas's legs splayed wide, pushed back,
Marc holding my boy's ankles tightly -- then I could see Lucas's arms start
to relax and reach behind Marc -- his delicate fingers gripping my buddy's
triceps.  I could see Marc's balls slap against Lucas's, as his manhood
fully pushed to its depth then pulled back out.  Over and over.  Faster and
faster.  Harder and harder -- then -- Lucas's whole body became rigid --
his toes violently curling inward as his legs grabbed the back of Marc's
neck, his thighs pressed tightly backwards against his developing shoulders
-- Marc pushing forward -- "uuuuuuugggghhhhh AAAAAAAWWWWWWW", Lucas
screamed as his seed was violently expelled -- hitting the smooth curved
cherry headboard -- huge -- voluminous -- blast after huge blast -- `SPLAT'
-- `SPLAT' -- `SPLAT' -- `SPLAT' -- `SPLAT' as teenage jizz forcefully hit
the headboard -- multiple streams forming and running down -- jizz-trails
lighted by the bright blue-gray light.  I heard a primal -- guttural --
crescendoed sound escape from my son's throat -- Marc's tree, pushing his
sweet essence out -- My son's entire body convulsing, writhing, underneath
the Bulgarian Stallion.  Marc paused, letting Lucas savor his orgasm as my
son clamped tightly around my buddy's meat.  I could see my boy's ass
muscles as they rhythmically massaged Marc's implanted manhood, Lucas's
body quivering.  Then, Lucas collapsed backward -- his body falling -- limp
-- his lower legs dangling over Marc's strong shoulders -- his beautiful
toes relaxed.

Time stopped -- my boy loosing his essence, now a small dribble -- his man
impaled to his balls -- tenderly waiting.  After what seemed like minutes,
my baby raised his head, his lips meeting my best friend's. They slowly
nibbled each other, Marc reaching up to gently fondle Lucas's delicate
ears.

Marc then, very slowly rose, moving down Lucas's body, using his large
thumbs to gently stroked each nipple -- working his fingers down my son's
treasure trail.  Marc remained fully imbedded in Lucas, my son laying on
the pillow -- the trails of his boy seed on the headboard, running down the
sides of his neck and his torso -- his chest, rising pleasurably.  Marc
then slowly raised Lucas's ass and then I could hear the gradual moaning
build as Marc began to rapid fuck my son.

`SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-
SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP' -- I
could see my sons globes bounce with the force of Marc, deeply penetrating
him.
`SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP'.
Lucas's arms grabbed Marc's bubble ass -- driving Marc further, deeper,
harder -- my son's face had a look of pure joy -- his smile was so intense
-- then -- his tongue licked his lips, a concentrated look washing over him
-- he grabbed Marc's ass more tightly, his fingers imbedded in the skin of
Marc's globes -- drawing him in further.

`SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLA-SLA-SLA -- SLAP' `SLA-SLA-SLAP'
`SLA-SLA-SLA-SLAP SLAP!" "SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!'  `SLA-SLA-SLAP!!!'
`SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!!!!!', the frenzy of Marc's efforts reaching rabid
frenzy.

I knew Marc was close, as I could see his balls begin to lift and the small
of his back tighten. `SLAP!!!' `SLAP!!!' `SLAP!!!' `SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!!'
`SLA-SLA-SLA-SLA-SLA-SLAP!!!' SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP', then Marc grabbed
Lucas's globes in his massive hands and drove in -- SSSLLLLAAAPPP -- one
last massive thrust.  I then watched as his bubble-butt grew tight and his
low back arched violently -- heard him cry out -- "NIIIIKKKKIII" -- "OHHHHH
BABY" -- "NIIIKKKIII ... UUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH".. I LOOOVVVVEEEE
YOOUUUUUUU" as he exploded.  "UUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
"UUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH" -- "UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he roared
as his pushed Lucas tightly underneath him.  I could see Marc's ass muscles
clench -- over and over -- tightening and loosening rapidly -- unloading
his fertile seed -- shooting deep inside my boy.  I saw Lucas flex forward,
grabbing Marc's ass cheeks -- tightly drawing Marc in -- as he held on --
his beautiful feet curling as he cried out, "UUUUGUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" --
shouting out -- as his second, intense climax, exploded.  His boy seed
arching over the two of them -- hitting his eyelids, then his chin, then
his upper chest.  Marc kept groaning, as he shot over and over into my son,
as my sons well used cunt milked him for the second time -- Man and Boy
totally ONE -- my best friend's essence flooding my tender baby's bowels.
Marc's virile, masculine, swimmingly living essence -- flooding Lucas --
making my baby totally his -- his alone -- wave after wave of his orgasm
continued ... six ... seven ... eight DEEP violent surges -- their coupling
complete.  I could see my buddy's MASSIVE load in my mind, as it flooded
Lucas -- bringing back the times I had seen Marc cum before -- powerful
each time -- each massive shot erupting from Marc's large slit -- never,
never, never loosing it's intensity, force, or volume.

I stood still -- realizing that Marc and Lucas were in a different place.

As I stood there, I felt that deep tingling in my groin -- going from my
balls -- through my prostate -- into my engorged cock.  I could feel the
pressure, the intensely intense pressure -- building -- like magma -- I
could feel my balls tighten as I shot my steaming load -- spewing wave
after wave of seed -- never once touching myself -- feeling pulse after
voluminous pulse -- as I emptied my balls -- violently -- electricity
shooting through my entire body.  I stood there seeing my buddies ass,
rippling, clearly milking his seed, making sure every drop was deeply
planting itself into the recesses of my baby.  I could hear them jointly
pant as Marc -- slowly relaxed, holding Lucas in their tight `man-boy'
lock, Marc's balls resting on the pillow below Lucas's ass cheeks, Lucas's
feet now dangling freely at Marc's side -- his toes flared in contentment,
his hands slowly moving up and then down Marc's massive arms -- then
releasing, flopping to his sides, as Marc's arms encircled him.  They lay
like this for several minutes.

I could feel my cum running down the inside of my leg, its wetness
increasing on my leg.

I heard Marc finally say, "you OK, Nikky? baby?", as his hand ever so
gently stroked my son's cheek -- The ONE they were.

"Yeah", he breathed, "I'm OK".  "t ..th.. that was the best ever Marky. The
very best!", my son whispered -- exhaling heavily.  "Eu the amp tao
completamente", he cooed in Portuguese (`I love you so completely').  I saw
Marc reach up and scoop some of Lucas's cum off his young chin and
beautiful eyelids onto his finger -- he then slowly brought it to his lips
-- savoring it -- scooping more off to share with Lucas.  The two then
deeply kissed, sharing Lucas's essence.

I could smell the charged mingling of my baby and his lover's essence fill
my nose -- my cock jumping as the smell of their mingling took over me.  I
reached into my seed -- bringing it to my mouth -- feeling the tingling in
my throat -- the smell of breeding so thick and heavy.

"Obicham the tolkova silo", Marc cooed ("I love you so intensely") in
Bulgarian, as he pulled back to see my son's brightly illuminated, glowing
face, his wet hair glistening, his smile as bright as the sun.

After what seemed like an eternity, Marc slowly eased his way out of my
son.  I could see his seed as it tricked out of my son's rosebud -- my
son's boy pussy swollen -- puffy -- opened from the largeness and onslaught
of my best friend's manhood.  I could see Marc gently roll onto his back,
and Lucas roll on his side, snuggling into the chest hair of the man who
possessed him -- I could feel the wetness of my seed -- liquifying --
slowly pool in my pants at my knee.  I could clearly see my son's ass in
the moonlight, moist with the most intimate wetness of his lover.  I could
hear their breathing slow as they recovered.

I inched back around the side so I wouldn't be seen as the moonlight was so
intensely bright -- all the clouds -- gone -- it was a perfectly clear
night -- my seed now wetting the lower part of my leg -- seeping onto my
foot, wetting my flip-flops as I made my way to the side window.  I could
see Marc and Lucas's lips meet and I could see Marc's chest rise as Lucas
inched his hands upward.  I could hear Marc mumbling into Lucas's ear --
gently pulling the sheet up over their entwined legs.

"your amazing baby ... just amazing", he cooed as he began to nibble on
Lucas's ear.  He rolled Lucas supine.  I could see the silhouette of
Lucas's gorgeous smile -- the moonlight capturing his brilliant teeth and
full supple lips.  I could see Marc's hands gently brushing against Lucas's
cheek, then down over his tapered torso.  I could see Lucas shutter as
Marc's hand moved lower, gently slipping around his limp teenage cock --
balls -- finally reaching his boy pussy -- gently taking the seed that was
leaking and inching it back inside, as Lucas spread his legs --
submissively giving him entrance.  Marc's lips met my son's as he fingered
his virile seed back inside.  Then, Lucas rolled sideways, his beautiful
supple, wet ass in full view -- nuzzling his head between Marc's biceps and
his furry chest.

I watched them for awhile -- Lucas's hand playing with Marc's chest hair --
Marc's arm around Lucas -- Marc's huge thumb swirling absently on Lucas's
soft silky skin, his massive hand on Lucas's back.

I stood there -- I couldn't move.  It ALL hit me at once -- why Marc had
shown so much interest over the last two years -- how his attentions had
picked up once Julia was gone.  How Lucas spent more and more and more time
with Marc.  Marc's cologne lightly on Lucas's collar -- the density on
Lucas's Speedos -- it was from their love making.  Marc was grooming my son
-- NO -- he wasn't grooming -- he was falling in love with my son --
developing there romance -- taking Lucas as his lover -- a lover he could
seed over and over -- making himself more and more a part of my boy -- one
who adored him -- one who would pleasure him immensely, and him in return,
for a long long long long time -- a life time.  The text message's weren't
to Jesse, they were to Marc!  He had to be coding his love to Lucas --
that's why I didn't understand them -- that's why Lucas made sure Marc had
the incredibly sexy picture of him -- first.  Marc and Lucas had developed
a relationship -- over -- time -- this intensity of love did not happen
overnight -- it didn't happen over weeks -- how could Lucas contain himself
in the kitchen with Marc? How could either of them pretend that nothing was
happening between them?!

Finally, I slowly made my way around to the front of the house --
physically and mentally exhausted -- gasping for air.  How could I go in
there??  I couldn't.  What would I do??!  I knew I couldn't confront Marc
-- not tonight -- not after the sights -- sounds -- smells of the
passionate love making.  Not after I was so turned on by watching them --
hearing them -- smelling them!!!

I sat down next to the house -- hearing nothing -- seeing the brightness as
the moon underlighted the surrounding trees as it reflected upward -- off
the lake.  I lay against the house for an hour -- or longer -- until I
heard a familiar sound -- as Marc and Lucas began making love again -- I
could hear Lucas shout as Marc made love to him -- if felt like the whole
house gently shook behind my head -- my whole body felt weak -- my mouth a
desert.  Finally-- finally -- I heard a loud, guttural cry, as Marc
unloaded more of his seed deep in my boy -- wave after wave -- guttural cry
after guttural cry -- then I heard Lucas scream as he too climaxed -- over
and over again.

Then -- quiet -- absolutely intense -- quiet.

Sometime later I found myself slowly walking -- back down the winding drive
-- my mind completely numb ...