Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 17:57:14 -0500 (EST)
From: Wolf Pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Best Friend (gay/adult youth, oral anal, m/MM)

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Dad's Best Friend
By
Wolf

	I was a 16-year-old, high school junior, and thought I was just
like all of the other guys in school until my father's best friend changed
everything.  My parents had moved to a town called Westminster, in
Orange County, California because he was an engineer for McDonald
Douglas Aircraft in Long Beach while I was growing up.

	I had played football, and made the varsity team that year.  I was
in good condition.  I had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, six-foot one, 185
pounds.  Lifting weights to build upper body strength had developed
larger than normal picks, and my nipples were larger than most guys.
Guys use to make fun of my girly boobs.

	In those days if a guy stared too long at a guy's package while in
the shower everyone assumed he was gay, and made fun of him.  Hell...
anyone springing a bonnier in the shower was considered a queer.  I
didn't need the pain, so I took quick showers and dressed quickly.  Just
the same I did wonder how big some of them would get, and what they
would taste like.

	My godfather was my father's old college roommate, by the
name of Gary.  He was a general practitioner doctor.  He eventually
formed clinical partnership with two other doctors in Long Beach, so he
moved his family to New Port Beach.  He had a very attractive wife,
named Erika, and two daughters.  Both of the girls were as attractive as
their mother.

	Gary was a very good looking man, six-foot two, 190 pounds.  He
was not muscular but kept himself in pretty good condition by daily
workouts and plays tennis.  He had dark hair that was slightly wavy,
brown eyes, clean shaven.  He didn't have a lot of body hair actually
there was just a little fuzz on his body.

	I was like the son he didn't have.  I spent a lot of time at his
home.  We played a lot of sports together.  One spring day we had gone
to the Angles baseball game together.  His wife and daughters had no
interest in sports, so they had gone to San Diego for the weekend to
visit friends and shop.  He suggested that we take a dip in the pool
before going out to dinner.  I sat there on the patio lawn chair drinking a
beer, and declined the offer of a swim, because I hadn't brought a swim
suit.  He teased me, "Who said anything about swim trunks?"

	He casually stood up and removed all of his clothes.  I was
impressed with his six-inch cock with foreskin covering the knob with
about a half inch of dangling skin.  His balls were contained in a heavy
sack that dangled between his legs.

	I was embarrassed, but quickly stripped off my clothes.  Once in
the pool we began to play around.  As our bodies touch the contact
became more erotic.  Gary rubbed my thigh, and I got a bonnier.  He
grasped the cheek of my ass too.  He even dug a finger between the
cheeks to toy with my asshole.  I was so fucking horny I would hardly
stand it.  Looking down through the clear water I could tell he was
horny too.  He took hold of my cock and pulled me to the edge of the
pool, like my cock was a leash.  He hopped up out of the water, sitting
on the edge with his feet dangling in the water, as he spread his legs
wide and told me, "You know what I want you to do!"

	I wondered how he knew that I wanted to suck his cock, but I
placed my hands on his thighs and took his stiff cock into my mouth.  I
was thrilled to be sucking my first cock.  I got some pride out of my
ability to make him cum in my mouth.  After I swallowed his cum, we
dried off and made our way to his upstairs guest room, where we
continued our lustful afternoon and evening in consensual sex.

	He told me what he was going to teach me everything I would
need to know about pleasing men.  "You really are a born cocksucker,
but there is so much more about satisfying men that will be making
passes at you."

	Gary took me into the guest bathroom and taught me how to
give myself an enema, to clean my colon out before having sex with
men.
	When we returned to the bedroom he taught me how to kiss a
man, sucking nipples, sucking cock, rimming assholes before getting
fucked in the ass.  He also taught me how to clean a lover's cock with
my mouth after he had fucked me in the ass.

	After that weekend any time I planned to visit him I made sure
to clean my boy pussy before leaving the house.  Before we made love it
was my duty to clean Gary's asshole with my tongue.  As nasty as I
thought it was, I got a bonnier every time.

	He assured me that some men like a little tart, so he bought me
with a limited wardrobe of sexy women's underwear, dresses,
negligees, high heels and wigs.  I spent many an evening pleasing him in
drag.  He even arranged for me to meet other men that like to have sex
with young girly-boys.  Gary got off sitting in a chair jacking off while I
sucked cocks or got fucked in the ass.  I became very adept at pleasing
men.

	After two years of pleasing Gary, I graduated with honors from
high school, and could have gone on to college as my parents wished.  I
was tired of my humdrum life, and wanted to see other parts of the
world, so I enlisted in the Air Force.  My enlistment was for four years,
and during that time I planned to determine if a military life was right
for me, if not I would allow my enlistment to end, and go to the
university.

	A few days before leaving for basic training, I went to see Dad
when he was alone.  I needed to open up to him, and explain that I
would never marry a woman nor give him grandchildren.  It was a
typical beautiful southern California day.  We sat on the patio gazing out
at the pool.  The cool sea breeze caused the water in the pool to gently
lap at the edge of the pool.  We kicked back sipping our beers, and I was
nervously holding my beer, while working up the nerve to expose my
soul to the man I most respected.  I was fretting over what he would
say.  Could he fully appreciate how much I had changed over the past
two years?  My godfather, Gary, had molded me into the pussy-boy I
was destined to be.  I was nearly a man, planning to go out into the
world as a gay man.

	The sun warmed us up regardless of the sea breeze blowing
across the patio.  There was a long uncomfortable silence between us.  I
was rehearsing my speech, and Dad was waiting patiently for me to
reveal what was bothering me.  There was no need to prolong the
waiting, so I looked at my father sitting in the chase lounge to my right,
on the other side of the glass toped table between us.  "Dad," I began,
paused and decided to just let it out, "I'm gay."  Then I waited for
whatever followed.

	He was silent, so I feared the worst, but his face didn't reveal
what he was thinking.  To my surprise a single tear rolled down his
cheek.

	"Dad, are you Okay?" I whispered, and wondered what was
going on in his head.

	He rose without saying a word, turned and went into the house.
Three minutes later he returned, completely naked.  He was sporting a
raging hard-on, sticking out in front of him like the figure head of a
Viking long ship.  He stood right in front of my chair and commanded in
a voice that would brook no decent, "Stand up and strip for me, Son!"

	"What?"  I sputtered in confusion.  "But..."

	"You heard me boy!  Now get naked," he repeated, "Now!"

	I was in a stunned puzzled state of mind, I quickly stood up, and
in a matter of seconds my T-shirt was pulled over my head, and my
shorts along with my bikini briefs lay on the patio deck.  He approached
me, and pulled me into his arms to give me a bear hug.  I was stunned
by my father's actions.  I had never suspected that he might have the
same feelings as me.  Who is this man that I have lived with all of these
years?  I had always pictured him as Mr. Straight Arrow.  I had never
suspected that he was sympathetic to homosexual causes.  Now that he
was hugging me, with our naked bodies pressed against each other, I
felt his cock poking my pubic bone, before it slipped between the right
crease between my balls and leg.  He chuckled, moving his head back a
few inches to look me in the eyes and smiled.  "Son, I'm gay too!"

	Those were the last words I heard before he pressed his lips into
mine, and his tongue parted my lips.  I hesitated for a moment before
used my tongue to duel with his.  Gary's pleasure training kicked in, I
returned his passionate kiss with everything I had, at first lightly, but
with ever increasing pressure.  I had been well trained to please men by
Gary.  My Dad deserved to find out how good I was at pleasing men.

	Every nerve on my body became sensitive to the slightest touch.
As my mind became accustomed to the new relationship with my father
I adapted to the thrill of his touch.  I know there was a social taboo
against father and son engaging in incest, but the two years spent with
Gary had bent all of those rules.  Dad was surly not objecting to our new
relationship.

	He pulled back from me and whispered, "Welcome to the
family!"

	I was puzzled, "What family?  Who else is in the family?"

	"Now I can tell you the family secret that's been passed down
from father to son for decades!"

	My head was spinning, my family was queer?

	"That can wait," Dad said.  "We have a lot to share.  My
boyfriend, Gary, has filled me in on how well you've taken to his sexual
training, and I would like a sample of what you have learned!"

	He placed his hands on my shoulders, and lightly pressed
downward.  My training had prepared me to surrender, and sink to my
knees.  I was staring directly into the eye of my father's seven inch
beauty of a cock.

	"You know what I want you to do!"  He smiled down at me, and
stroked my head.  One hand grasped the back of my head pulling my
head towards his cock.  I stuck out my tongue to lap up the pre-cum
dripping from the eye of his cock.

	"Mmmmm...Delicious," I whispered while looking up into my
father's shinny eyes.

	Dad wanted to find out how well I had been trained to please
men.  Today he was going to learn.

	Mom and my sisters were gone for the weekend, so Dad led me
to the guest bedroom, where he pushed me back onto the bed, pulled
my legs apart and went down on my raging hard-on.

	"Nice cock, Son.  You certainly fit in with the family's dick
tradition."  He didn't say anything more because he was too busy
moving his head up and down on the shaft of my erection with gusto.  It
was all I could do to keep from cumming in his mouth too soon.  I felt no
need to tell him about my impending ejaculation, because he was
obviously familiar with the increased throbbing cock size that signals
impending cum.  When I came it was one of the strongest quivering
cums of my life.  Dad cleaned the still oozing cum from my still
throbbing cock with his mouth and tongue.  He was looking up at my
face the whole time.  When he was finished cleaning my cock he
crawled up my body until we were face to face.  When he kissed me, he
fed me some of my own cum.

	When he lifted his head I said, "Fantastic Dad.  You've managed
to keep this entire secret for all of these years.  Does Mom know that
you are gay, and have you stopped having sex with her?"

	He laughed quietly, "Not at all, you see son I'm bisexual.  Your
mother's body had always turned me on.  I am able to satisfy myself
while satisfying your mother's sexual appetite.  Gary is the only man I
have been with for years.  We became lovers while college roommates."

	I lay in my father's comforting arms, while he stroked my back
lightly.  Minutes passed until Dad broke the silence by saying, "You
know I'm quite aroused by being naked with you.  He cast his eyes down
to his large hard-on resting between our bodies.  "Would you mind if I
fucked your tight ass?  Gary has been telling what a good fuck you are!"

	"You certainly do have a way with words.  Dad, I would love to
have my Daddies' dick up my ass!  Who says incest can't be fun and
educational too."

	We separated long enough for us use the bathroom.  I
evacuated my bowl, and cleaned up in preparation for what was
coming.  When I returned to bed I placed a pillow under my butt.  I
preferred the missionary position because I liked to watch Gary's face
while he fucked me.  Now I was going to watch my Father's face while
he fucked me.  I raised my legs in supplication awaiting the ceremonial
penetration by my Father's cock.  Gary had popped my cherry two years
ago, but this was the first time my Father was going to fuck me, and I
felt like a virgin.

	Dad had also used the bathroom to prepare for the occasion.  He
returned quickly, with a tube of lubricant.  He asked me to coat his cock,
while he fingered my anus in preparation for his entry.  While I stroked
the lubricant up and down Dad's lovely cock, it seemed so natural that a
son should surrender his ass to his Father.  It was also a natural feeling
having his finger up my asshole.  Gary had prepared me well.  No more
than a half hour ago I had been his son, now I was about to become his
gay lover.

	He had to relocate his body from alongside of me to a position
with his knees resting against the bottom of my butt.  I lowered my
heels until they were resting on his shoulders.  He used his right hand to
guide the head of his cock towards my boy-pussy.

	"Nice Daddy, keep it coming!" I whispered.

	Daddy gave me a sweet smile and pushed his cock deep into my
ass.  Even though I was accustomed to being fucked by a man sized
cock, it stretched my sphincter to the limit, and causing me plenty of
pain, until he was all the way in.  When Dad started fucking me, the pain
was replaced by a feeling that had my own cock slapping my belly.
Daddy couldn't resist taking hold of my cock and jacking me off while he
fucked my ass.

	"Oh...GAWD!!!!!" I uttered, so caught up in the feelings of deep
pressure radiating from the head and shaft of his erection as it filled my
rectum.

	Gary and many men had fucked me during the past two years,
and I loved being seduced by them, but having sex with my Father was
completely different.  His prick was not just another cock, his cock was
the love tool that had made me, and filled me with the deepest parts of
my psyche.  In other words, "Oh my Gawd, does that feel fucking good!"

	"Me too, Son!  I've shagged plenty of guys but this is incredible
fucking my own Son's ass is the best thing I have ever done.

	Having reached full depth, his balls resting against my butt
cheeks, he paused to savor this sensation.  Then he began to withdraw
slowly, lasciviously sending shock waves of sensual excitement through
my boy-pussy.  He began to pant as he began to fuck my ass.  I felt his
torpedo sliding back down my tube igniting more waves of heat and
passion, like I was on fire.  Time became irrelevant as the sex became an
animal thing.  I relished the sound of his flesh slapping against my butt.
The bed was rocking with each frantic jab.  Suddenly I felt my own balls
starting to give up their juice to spray all over my belly and chest.

	I did everything in my power to help Dad's quest for release.  I
threw my head back and used my sphincter to milk his cock.  Then it
happened, he pushed forward with such force that I was pushed almost
off of the pillow.  "Uhnggggg!"  He cried out while continuing to push.
He panted and made whimpering noises, while pulse after pulse of his
cum into me.  I groaned as our combined energies brought my Father to
a climax.  Just like that my asshole was so slippery that his cock almost
slipped out on a back stroke.  I felt cum dribbling down the crack of my
ass to wet the bed.  He tensed for a few seconds, and then collapsed on
top of me, panting.  Our mutual heavy breathing lasted for minutes.

	We made no effort to separate, while enjoying the afterglow of
the oneness that we had just shared, but it had to end eventually.
When Dad's cock returned to the flaccid state it slipped out of my ass.
My sphincter had been stretched open so long that I felt stabbing pain
every time I tried to clamp it shut.  I felt cool air on my asshole.

	Dad regained himself soon enough and said, "Damn, Son you
ARE a good fuck!"

	"You can thank Gary, Dad.  He made sure I got a good education.
I'm glad I was awake during those lessons!"

	We both laughed at my humor.  "We are one gooey, sweaty
mess.  What about a shower?" he said.

	Having said that, he rose up and pulled me up.  We entered the
bathroom hand in hand.  We entered the shower together, and chatted
about sex while was washed each other's body.  I was reluctant to allow
this moment to end, for the first time in my life I had the freedom to be
emotional and physically close to my Dad.

	The old fears of being aroused by another man had been
dispelled when Gary and I began our relationship.  Now it was a deeper,
closer feeling I had for my Father.

	It was like worshiping the Pope, washing his feet.  When I stood
up, he pulled me into his arms and we stood there kissing under the
spray of water.  It was the kind of kiss that serves to blow lightly on the
still glowing embers of a fire.  I felt my own cock beginning to respond.
As we stood there in a close embrace I felt his cock pressing against my
thigh.  Dad turned off the water and opened the glass door, and
reached for a couple of towels, one for me and the other for himself.
We stepped out and concentrated on drying off.

	Dad said, "I'm hungry for a grilled hamburger."

	"Whatever you say, Dad, you're the boss!"

	He grinned at me.  Having finished drying off, we headed back to
the patio naked to fire up the grill.  Mom and the girls wouldn't be
home for hours, and the fence and vegetation insured our privacy.  Or
so we thought.

	It turned out a single pair of eyes, just happened at that moment
to be pressed against a hole in the fence.  Dad's neighbor up to now had
minded his own business in his own backyard.  He happened to hear us
tossing ribald comments back and forth.  What to his amazed eyes
appeared to be his straight neighbor, and the son he had witnessed
growing up caught in a naked embrace.  Lips met eyes closed.  George
must have wondered, what the hell.

	Now, common courtesy demanded that he let them have their
privacy.  Mr. Gordon was caught in a dilemma, the tall fence had been
built for privacy, yet his curiosity was the winner, and he continued to
watch.  He was greeted by the sight of me on my knees sucking my
Dad's cock, while Dad was stroking my hair.

	I'm sure Mr. Gordon was fascinated, witnessing me sucking my
father's cock, for God's sake.  It must have been unbelievable to him.
The ancient prohibition about incest must have tweaked his conscience.
There must have been a point that he realized that he had a bonnier
begging to be relieved.  He quickly answered the call by dropping his
shorts to extract a raging thick six-inch hard-on and wrapped his fingers
around it.  He began stroking it while watching me sucking cock.  His
strokes matched my cock sucking until he felt himself on the verge on
cumming, just as he witnessed my Dad squirting cum into my mouth.

	Dad was gripping a support for the patio cover, as he threw back
his head, groaned almost inaudibly and thrust his pelvis forward into my
mouth.  He held it there for a long time, while I cleaned his cock.  When
I was finished, I rose to embrace my father again.

	Mr. Gordon must have felt a little shame for having indulged in
voyeurism while jacking off, but not enough to prevent him from
continuing watching us.  He must have had a desire to have his cock
sucked the same way I was doing it to Dad.  He regained his composure
when he heard Dad and me laughing and talking about grilling
hamburgers.  As if nobody had just gotten a blowjob.

	Mr. Gordon had never suspected that my Dad was a
homosexual.  He struggled with the realization that he had witnessed
me giving my Father a blowjob.  He eventually pulled up his shorts after
depositing a load of cum on the plants against the fence and entered his
house where his wife was preparing lunch.  After closing the backdoor
he leaned back and let out a lungful of air.  His wife looked up at him,
curious about his action.

	"Are you alright, George?"

	He looked at her as though he was surprised to see her there.
He shook his head and said, "Yes, sure, I'm Okay."

	She told him, "Lunch is ready.
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	I was to lean about all of this a few days later when Mr. Gordon
confronted me.  He caught me in the driveway and said, "Look...I need
one of your Dad's tools, to finish a job I am working on at home.  It is
one of those tools I don't have.  Maybe I can look in your garage, and
borrow it.  Your Dad won't mind, we swap tools all of the time."

	I had no problem allowing him to borrow a tool or two.  I knew
Dad wouldn't mind.  "Sure Mr. Gordon, go ahead.  You know where
everything is!"

	I'm sure that I was immature and a little naïve as well.  Mr.
George Gordon insisted that I come into the garage with him.  As soon
as we were behind closed doors he demanded that I suck his cock.  He
told me had witnessed me sucking my father's cock the other day.  He
was so horny that a blowjob did not satisfy him.  He demanded that I
drop my pants, and he dry fucked my asshole.  It hurt a lot but he didn't
care about my feelings.  My butt was sore for days after that.

	One afternoon I was looking for Mr. Gordon's son Charles.
When I entered Mr. Gordon house I didn't find his wife and went
looking for his son, James.  I eventually found him in his bedroom.  He
was sitting at his desk staring at the monitor of his computer.  He heard
me open the door, and quickly tried to hit the escape key before I got a
good look at what he had been intently watching, but it was too late I
had seen what was on the screen.

	He had been watching a video of a young man or teenager
sucking the fat cock of a hairy, potbellied fat man.

	Charles tried to explain that he had heard older boys talking
about queers.  "It was obvious that queers were unpopular.  I wanted to
ask why queers were disliked so much, but I knew if I asked questions
they'd just laugh at me, and wonder why I was even interested in
queers anyway.  I figured the safest thing to do was just keep my mouth
shut, and wait until I could look it up on my computer.  Google didn't
just answer the question directly.  Rather, it offers thousands of sites to
visit.  I didn't know which sites would answer my question, so I started
with the first one.  It took a few moments for the site to open.  I had my
Father's old modem, connected to a dial up.  Some sites took longer
than others.  You walked in while I was looking for the answer."

	Of course I don't believe him, but it would be rude to call his
bluff.  I asked, "Did you get what I needed?"

	"Every site I opened was just a porn site!"

	I calmly stated, "I like watch gay porn myself.  There is just
something about it that turns me on!"

	Chuck beamed, "Really...do you want to watch a video?"

	"Sure!"

	Chuck clicked on the search screen again and entered the site he
had been watching.  The video started all over again.  When the action
got to the good part, it was obvious the young Gordon was getting
excited.  His little cock was getting excited.  His pants were starting to
tent up.  I leaned over his shoulder to watch the action, and place my
hand on his pants.  When he didn't object to my bold action, I unzipped
his pants and reached in to retrieve his little penis.  I used two fingers
and my thumb to jack him off.

	Chuck was really starting to enjoy my manipulation, without
taking his eyes off of the monitor.  At that moment Mr. Gordon entered
Chuck's bedroom.  He was about to turn and leave when he saw the
screen with all its gay glory.  The picture showed the fat man sticking his
cock up the ass of the young male.  George stopped moving, and didn't
get out all of the words good-bye.  He saw his son's face flush.  Chuck
also reached instinctively to hit the escape key, but unfortunately I had
already grabbed my wrist.

	Chuck turned to look at Mr. Gordon, "Oh my GAWD!  I didn't
know...I didn't think...that...!  I didn't mean to.  I just wanted to find out
what makes the word queers such a bad word to people." He was
shuddering in an astonished voice as he began to cry.  "Please Dad, I
didn't mean too!  He was obviously afraid of his father.

	George pulled a chair over to sit next to his son to console him.
"Hey son, I'm not going to tell anybody.  It was just a mistake, Right?"

	Chuck was almost balling by that time, "You're not mad at me?"

	George cut him off.  "Yes, you just made a mistake!  You
shouldn't punish yourself for something you didn't mean to do, should
you?"  He put his arm around his son's shoulders and squeezed him.

	I wondered how long before George noticed that Chuck's dick
was out of his pants.  Chuck was keeping his hand over his cock.

	George said, "As long as you're on this site, wouldn't you like to
see what queers do?"

	Chuck and I could not believe what we were hearing.  Cuck said,
"You mean...you'd let me look at the site, and not tell Mom?"

	"No, of course not, but as long as the site is open, why don't we
look at what's in it, huh? Nothing embarrasses me anymore! "

	With the fear dissipated and curiosity at its peak, Cuck turned to
the monitor and pressed the keyboard to open another site.  The screen
opened with an hourglass turning around several times before it
disappeared to another picture of two older men.  They were probably
middle aged, but to Chuck and me any man over thirty was old.  They
were wearing tight fitting jeans and heavy work boots, but no shirts.
The sound was not on, so their voices were not heard.  The men smiled
at each other and approached to embrace while kissing.  Chuck gasped
at the display of affection between them.

	George said to his son, "Son, when queers do things like that in
public is why other people don't like them!"

	Chuck didn't respond, we were fascinated by the action on the
screen.  The two men began unfastening each other's jeans.  My heart
was racing as the two men took turns removing each other's boots to
get the jeans off.  Their tight tidy whites had large bulges in the front.
As the one kneeling pulled down the underwear of the one standing, we
were enthralled by the sight of their 8-inch cocks pointing up at steep
angle, my throat was dry.  Even my breath was coming in shallow gasps.
I could not pull my eyes away from their immense manhood.  Their
cocks were cut to show large mushroom heads.  Both men had pre-cum
leaking from their cocks.  When they were both naked, they stood up
and embraced each other while kissing each other.  They were both
grasping each other's cocks too.  When they broke the kiss, one of them
dropped to his knees.

	Chuck already was holding his cock, and his father was also
grasping the front of his pants.  Of course I placed my free hand on my
cock too, and pressed against my painfully ridged boner inside my
briefs, as one of the men on the monitor was standing and his cock
disappeared into the mouth of the kneeling man.

	George said in a soft whisper, "Here let me help you with that!"

	Chuck was not even aware that his father had unzipped his own
fly, before he reached over his son's body to take hold of his son's
penis.  That was when Chuck turned his head to see that his father's 6-
inch cock was dangling from his open fly.  It was so close to his head
that he could even smell it.

	Vaguely I heard the words, as Chuck realized that his father
really shouldn't be helping him or touching his cock like this.  I was torn
between the men giving the blowjob on the screen, while George was
touching his son's cock.

	Chuck reached over to take hold of his father's prick to play with
it.  Mr. Gordon continued to stroke his son's penis.  There was no
thought of turning off the computer while father and son jacked each
other off.  I felt as if I should be on one knee to suck on their cocks,
instead I slowly continued stroking myself.

	The man on the monitor fucking the mouth of the kneeling man,
and he started grunting as he fucked the kneeling man's mouth.  The
man kneeling was looking up into the eyes of the man he was sucking.
When he pulled back his head, he opened his mouth to display to the
camera his tongue with a pool of white sticky cum.

	George said, "See that stuff in his mouth, Chuck.  That's called
cum.  When men and boys get excited like we are, we can shoot cum
too!"

	When the man holding his tongue out with the cum closed his
mouth, I saw his throat move up and down, I knew he had swallowed
the cum.  I had a funny feeling that Chuck, really, was longing, a wish, a
need, and a desire that he could not express.

	Gordon was fully aware of his son's state of mind.  He was a very
thoughtful man, he decided to help him.  He pointed his dripping cock
at Chuck's face.  "Suck me, Son!"

	Chuck was still lost in the action on the monitor.  He was
watching that man sucking the other man's cock, and it made him want
to be that man.  He turned his head and saw his father's one eyed
monster right there in front of his face.  He opened his mouth and
closed it around the head as George stepped closer.  He sucked on his
cock much as a baby nurses on their mother's breast, in response to the
instinctual natural urge.

	Mr. Gordon gasped at the amazing feelings that his son was
sending through his cock and body.  I knew that Chuck was a natural
sock-sucker, and I understood what George could give his son, having
swallowed my father's cum.  George started thrusting his cock slowly
into Chuck's mouth and pulling back to the point that the knob was
barely in his mouth, he set up a rhythm with him to push more cock
each time until pubes met chin.  There was only one result that could
happen, and I saw George's balls jerk as he ejaculated.  Chuck clung to
George's hips to prevent him from withdrawing until his balls were
drained.  Chuck gagged a little as George squirted his elixir into his
mouth.  Afterwards George leaned over and kissed both of us on my
lips.

	I pushed my tongue into George's mouth to savor his cum with
him.  When George pulled back, I was slightly disoriented for a moment.

	George asked with concern, "How to you feel, Chuck?"

	Chuck responded sheepishly, "I'm alright, but did I just suck your
cock?"

	"Yes, you did my boy, and you did it very well!  Did you like
sucking on my dick, and feeling my cum shooting into your mouth?"

	Chuck nodded my head and slumped in his chair, "I'm tired Dad
can you help me to bed?"

	"Of course, let's get you undressed."  George led him to the bed
and undressed him completely, while I watched.  His father pulled the
covers back, and helped Chuck into the bed.

	Chuck complained, "But I'm naked.  I have to wear pajamas!"

	"In a minute, Son, just lay back!"

	Chuck wasn't ready to argue with his father, so he just lay back,
waiting for his father to pull the blankets over him.

	George looked down at his son's naked body, and couldn't resist
taking advantage of him.  I stood there watching everything.  Chuck was
a lovely looking boy, and was just discovering his sexuality.  He's need a
guide for this journey, and his father and I were just the ones to do it.

	Chuck just lay there waiting.  His body was completely hairless
except for a few dark sprouting hairs near his cock.  George could no
longer restrain himself.  He climbed on the bed between Chuck's thighs.

	I stood there by the bed as George professed his love for his son,
as he bend over the boy, and took the boy's cock and balls into his
mouth.  Little Chuck's eyes shot open.  He was fully awake by that time
appreciating the marvelous feeling his father was giving him.  He
groaned, clutched the sheet, and cried out in ecstatic enjoyment.  For
the next few minutes Chuck was introduced to the joys of having his
cock sucked by his father.  Just when he reached that moment when his
balls prepared to surrender their elixir of life, an inexpressible desire
filled Chuck, and he cried out, "Oh my GAWD, Oh Shit, Oh GAWD!"  He
repeated and repeated as his semen flowed into his father's mouth,
until nothing was left.

	Chuck lay back limply with a sweaty sheen covered his body and
forehead.  His little cock was deflated as it slipped from his father's
mouth.  Chuck sat up and looked at his father's smiling countenance.
"Like that!" the smiling face nodded.

	Chuck said, "I've never felt anything like that before!"

	George asked, "You want me to do it again?"

	"Uh huh!" was Chuck's response.

	'Okay, that's what queers do." George stated matter of factually.

	"It is?  Then why are they so bad?  I did it and I'm not bad!"
Chuck said.

	"No, of course you're not bad!  A lot of boy's do it and their not
bad.  I've done it and I'm not bad!"  George motioned for me to come
closer, and he placed his hand on the back of my neck as he pulled my
head down to his son's lap.

	I opened my mouth and took the little rubbery penis into my
mouth.  I sucked the boy until he was hard again.  He was slower
reaching his cum this time.  I stuck a finger up Chuck's asshole to
expedite his reaching his cum.



aaa
 He looked up at her and smiled. "Yes, just preoccupied. I heard our neighbor and his
son in their yard barbequing. He'd leaving for the Air Force basic training in two days. I
was thinking that maybe I should go say a good-bye."

"well, it looks like we're both finished, so why don't you go over."

"I'll put on my swim suit in case they invite me to stay for a swim," he said rising from
the table. As he walked away he was forming a plan in his mind how he might explain
what he'd seen and how to use it to his advantage.
The end result was Dad, Gary and George had a party with me before I
left for boot camp.



	(Dad and George eventually had a discussion about his
relationship with me.)



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