Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 09:50:01 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Head boy's Dad and me part three

HEAD BOY'S DAD AND ME.
Part Three.

This is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal for you to read it for any
reason please leave now. The characters in it are figments of my imagination, but
some of the locations did exist, even if the events described here are an
exaggerated version of what really occurred in them. Because it is a fantasy the
sex will be unprotected; in the real world please practice safe sex.
As we ran and cycled through the park my mind was racing, I had no idea what
Timmo's Dad's exciting news could be. And Timmo had said it was exciting for
both of us, weird. When we arrived at the apartment car park we were both
gasping for breath, and we stood catching our breath. There was a brand new Range
Rover with a roof-rack parked up, I hadn't seen it in the car park before, but
it looked strangely familiar. It had those black windows that allowed you to
see out, but nobody  could see in (this was just before the legislation
banning them came in). A door opened and out got a tall, dark haired, slim man in
his mid-twenties; when Timmo saw him he said.
"Oh good, Jean has driven Dad here in his car, my bike can go on the
roof-rack."
Jean was almost upon us, and I realised he was very handsome, with sparkling
dark brown eyes, and dazzling white teeth.
"Hi Jean, nice to see you, this is Paul, my special friend."
A look passed between them and Jean held out his hand, as we shook he spoke,
he had a French sounding accent; his handshake was firm and strong.
"Pleased to meet you Paul, Timmo's been telling us all about you."
He looked me up and down, then stared at my groin after letting go of my
hand; I blushed. From the corner of my eye I saw Timmo imperceptibly shake his
head. What was going on I wondered?
"Your Father is upstairs with Paul's Mother, I suggest you go on up, he has
an urgent meeting shortly."
"OK Jean, would you put my bike on the roof rack please?"
Jean nodded, Timmo took my hand and smiled at me.
"OK Paul, lead the way."
As we rode the lift to the third floor I started to bombard Timmo with
questions. But he stopped me and told me that he'd explain everything later, and he
warned me not to be surprised at anything his Dad said, just go with the flow.
I opened the door and let Timmo go before me into the lounge, when I entered
I stopped dead in my tracks. Sat perched on the edge of an armchair in earnest
conversation with my Mom was Timmo in 8 years time; but I knew that Timmo's
Dad must be in his mid 30s? This man looked more like Timmo's elder brother
than his Dad. They broke their conversation and introductions were made, Lars's
hand shake was firm and his skin was as smooth as Timmo's. His colouring was
the same as Timmo's and his grey eyes sparkled as he looked me up and down; I
was blushing again. When Mom asked me why, I said it was because I'd run home.
My cock had gone soft as we ran home but it was rapidly boning-up as I stared
at Lars. So I quickly sat down on the settee to conceal the bulge, Timmo joined
me, placing his thigh against mine and pressing it into me which made my cock
get even stiffer. I loved Timmo, but as I stared at him I knew that I wanted
to have sex with Lars too!
Mom asked me and Timmo if we wanted a drink, we both asked for a coke.
Instead of telling me to go and get them she went into the kitchen and came back
with 2 cokes in our best glasses. While she was getting them Lars was smiling
broadly at me and I started when Timmo groped my hard cock and whispered in my
ear that everything would be OK. I couldn't believe that Timmo had  groped me
right in front of his Dad and I blushed furiously again. I was getting really
confused, even more so when I noticed that Lars was staring at my crotch.
Mom sat back down and began to explain to me what was going on. Lars was
giving her a promotion to Area Manager which meant that she'd have to take an
advanced computer course. The course was to have been in a fortnight when my Dad
would be home and could look after me. However that course had been switched to
this weekend, and there would be no one to look after me. Then Lars had
offered her a solution; his nephews, one around Timmo's age, and one around mine,
had arrived for a short vacation. So he'd suggested that I go and stop at his
house for the weekend; adding that four boys together were less trouble than
three. My Mom told him that it was very generous of him, she wouldn't have to be
away when Dad was home, but that I'd have to agree to go too. I couldn't
stop myself grinning as I quickly agreed.
Lars then explained to me that Mom would have to leave Friday afternoon and
wouldn't be home until Monday afternoon. I'd have to go to their house with
clothes for the weekend and my school uniform for Monday morning. I was to come
straight home after football on Friday, wash and change, get my clothes sorted
and Jean would come and pick me up. Mom and I agreed that the arrangements
sounded all right, and Mom said she'd pack a case ready for me to pick up after
I got back from school. Then Lars said that they had to go, he'd got an
important meeting to attend to, we said our goodbyes, Lars giving my hand an extra
long squeeze, and they left.
When they'd gone Mom called me into the kitchen, and as she cooked me some
fish fingers, my favourites, she kept going on about how charming Lars was, and
what a lovely, well-mannered boy Timmo was. I teased her about getting our
best glasses out for two cokes, she giggled, even blushing slightly. While I ate
my meal she popped next door to tell Mrs Smith the details. I'd just finished
washing up and was drinking a coke when she returned. When we went back into
the lounge she told me to sit down, she'd bought me something for the weekend.
Mom left the room and came back with a carrier bag from the most expensive men'
s clothes shop in town. She handed it to me and told me to open it, adding
that she didn't want me looking out of place. Inside were a pair of white silk
pyjamas, the sort with shorts not trousers, the top was button-up, they were
very sexy. I said that they must have cost a fortune, but Mom explained that
when she'd provisionally agreed to my staying with the Matteos she'd thought to
herself, but said it out loud, that I'd need new pyjamas. Lars had told her
that the men's shop he and Timmo used had just had a sale, the manager was a
personal friend so he'd telephone him and see if there were any pyjamas left at
sale price. He left the office to call on his mobile, moaning about bad
reception in the office. When he came back he informed Mom that they had one pair my
size left, adding that he'd bought Timmo a pair last week, in the same style
and colour. That sent a tingle through my flaccid cock, the same pyjamas as
Timmo! Mom had been sent to get them straight away the manager was expecting her
Lars said. When she got to th shop she'd been amazed to find that they'd been
reduced by 90%. The manager explained that they were end of line. Once again
I wondered what was going on.
Thursday morning I awoke with a raging hard-on, and I tossed myself off
imaging me and Timmo on his bed in our matching pyjamas. Just as we'd stripped each
other off a naked Lars burst in. He'd  sent Timmo from the room, then knelt
me down in front of him and pushed his cock into my open mouth. At that my cock
erupted and it took me a while to clean up my mess.
At school as I was going to the playground for first recess Timmo stopped me.
He whispered that at lunchtime I had a choice, sex or Q & A. He said he'd
prefer sex, and promised that he'd explain everything on Friday. There was no
contest, I told him I wanted sex and promised not to ask any questions. As I
stepped into the playground I groaned, Mr Rickets was on duty again, so no cum for
me until lunchtime. I joined a group of my class mates and we had a game of
footy. Second recess was the same, I was getting desperate for some cum to eat.
At lunchtime when I knocked on the green light went on again, I walked in and
Timmo called out for me to lock the door and come into the bedroom. The three
of them were naked on the bed, cocks primed and ready. I stripped off and
joined them; for a couple of minutes Timmo snogged me and Jim and Alan groped my
body. Then Timmo and I got into a 69 as Jim and Alan played with my bum. They
smeared Vaseline along my arse-crack then 2 fingers were eased up my bum hole,
I had a quick glance round, they both had a finger up my bum. I came almost
immediately, and came a second time just as Timmo did. I went to break away but
Timmo held my head to keep his cock in my mouth and began to work on mine. I
was pleasantly surprised, I hoped I was going to get 3 loads of Timmo's cum,
and not have to suck off Jim or Alan. I liked eating their cum, but I preferred
Timmo's if I could get it. By now Jim and Alan had 2 fingers each in my
bumhole, they weren't really finger-fucking my bumhole, more like stretching my
sphincter.
All in all I came 4 times to Timmo's 3 before the alarm went off. When we
disentangled I was embarrassed to see that there were a few streaks of my shit on
Jim and Alan's fingers, I blushed. They laughed and Timmo said it wasn't a
problem with the work-out my sphincter had received, and added I'd better take
a quick shit before I showered. I did as I was told. When I'd finished Jim and
Alan went into the shower. I was running late, so, as I hurriedly dressed
Timmo wrote me a note for my next teacher. He gave it me as I unlocked the door
saying he'd see me at the park gates as usual. At afternoon recess Mr Rickets
was on duty again! Everyone was moaning, someone joked that a lot more boys
would be having their mates over to "do their homework together" than usual.
I was at the park gates a couple of minutes before Timmo, so I got the chess
set out ready. Timmo draped his arm around my shoulders giving me a squeeze
and we walked slowly through the park. Before I could ask any of the many
questions running through my mind Timmo began to talk. First he asked if I enjoyed
the threesomes we'd had all week. I told him I had, and added that the more I
did it the more I liked it. Then Timmo asked me if I trusted him, when I said
yes he told me that I'd never have to do anything that I didn't want to do
when I was with him. I went bright red and asked him in a hoarse whisper if he
wanted to bum me? He squeezed my shoulder and said that he did, and asked me if
it was a problem. Still blushing furiously, with my cheeks burning, I told him
that he could do anything he wanted to me, I loved him. That got another
squeeze and a big open smile. I couldn't believe what he told me next. He'd seen
me eyeing him up in the changing room that day about a year ago. He'd noticed I
'd got a hard-on and had tried to hide it from him. Timmo had seen me in the
changing rooms before, from the coach's office, I hadn't seen him. So,
because of the way I flaunted my body at the other boys and Masters, hard cock or
not; he'd surmised that my not showing off my cock to him meant that I fancied
him. He'd taken a good look at me and realised that he fancied me too. And he'
d kept his eye out to watch for an opportunity to do something about it. My
heart beat faster. He added that his Dad had seen me before too and he liked me
too. I was a bit confused and Timmo asked if I hadn't ever noticed the Range
Rover at school football matches, his Dad always came to watch when he could
get away. The penny dropped, that's why the car had looked familiar.
By then we were at the park gates. Timmo lay his bike on the grass, put his
hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
"Bad news first Paul, Jim, Alan and I are only doing half a day at school
tomorrow. As senior prefects we have a meeting in town with the school governors.
That means we won't be able to keep our lunchtime date."
My lip trembled, my face fell.
"But the good news is, I want you to come home from soccer practice tomorrow
in your kit, don't even bother to shower. Jean will be waiting for you so just
go up and get your stuff from your flat; that way we'll see each other sooner.
"
Timmo smiled wickedly.
"Then I'll give you your shower, now give me a smile."
He cupped me under the chin and I half smiled up at him.
"Second good news, you can come and see me second morning recess, I don't
think we'll have time to strip off, but we can certainly 69. All right?"
I smiled up at him, happier now.
"That'll be great Timmo."
He picked up his bike, winked at me and rode off. As I took the lift to the
flat I realised I hadn't really found anything out, I still couldn't work out
what was going on, especially between Timmo,  his Dad, and me.
I had my usual wank when I got home after Mrs Smith's, then I had a nice
evening with Mom  discussing what we'd be doing the week after next when Dad got
home.
Friday morning at school Mr Rickets was on playground duty yet again. The
rumour was that he'd noticed too much "activity" in the bogs, and being a right
prude he'd volunteered for playground duty to try and stamp it out. He couldn'
t do afternoon recess thank God, he reserved that for dealing with any of his
classes' individual/personal problems.
As I arrived at Timmo's office Jim and Alan were just leaving and they told
me to go on through to the bedroom. I heard them lock the door behind me. I
pushed open the door and saw Timmo sat on the bed, blazer off, trousers around
his ankles, and his shirt tucked up. Timmo's cock was stiff and his foreskin was
peeled back and his bulbous red knob glistened with precum. He called me to
him and we kissed while we fumbled with my clothes, I was half dressed like
Timmo in seconds. We were both highly sexed up because we both came in minutes,
Timmo only a little behind me. When we'd drained each others' cocks we kissed,
thankfully I'd remembered to save the last mouthful of Timmo's cum as he had
saved mine. We Frenched and mingled the cum until the alarm sounded when we
both swallowed. As we dressed Timmo told me he could hardly wait for tonight
and he asked me to try not to cum again until we were together. I agreed, we had
a quick snog and I went to my next lesson.
As I expected Jason was waiting for me by the bogs at afternoon recess, his
hand was in his pocket, I guessed he was hiding his stiffy. There weren't that
many boys about and when I asked Jason he said that a lot of the boys had
started to go behind the bins and the bike sheds. He'd tried to find me second
morning recess to tell me about it. I told him that I'd had to see the Head
Prefect and added that I didn't fancy it anyway, it was too open. He admitted that
he'd been too scared to go there too. When we got in the cubicle Jason was so
worked up that I managed to eat 2 big loads of his boycum in quick succession.
We didn't have time to try for a third load; his cock was still that hard I'
m sure he'd have given me one.
During football practice I kept getting a hard-on thinking about Timmo. The
Master in charge, it was the one who always eyed me up in the changing room,
slapped my bum and gave me a telling off for daydreaming. Finally football was
over, I raced to the changing room, swapped my boots for my trainers, stuffed
my boots in my bag along with my school uniform and headed for the door. I left
the changing room before some of the boys had got there. It was normal for
boys who lived close by to go home Fridays without showering and changing. My
tightish white nylon shorts were grass stained, my red and white shirt was
soaked in sweat and my knees were dirty. It was a hot, humid afternoon and we'd had
a brief shower. I raced through the park, glad that my Jockeys were partially
hiding my raging hard-on, as I reached the car park I was happy to see the
Range Rover parked there. Jean was stood leaning against the bonnet smoking a
cigarette. He gave me a big smile, looked me up and down I can only say sexily,
then stared at my groin,
"Hi Paul, you look sexy. Go get your things; Timmo can't wait to see you."
I wasn't embarrassed by how Jean was looking at me, or by what he said; I
just wanted to know what was going on with Timmo and his "family".
"Hi Jean nice to see you, I'll only be a couple of minutes, hang on."
I was back within 5 minutes, I was still trying to get my breath back. Jean
saw me coming and opened the back door; I thought he'd probably have wanted me
up front with him. I bent to get in and put my bag on the seat when I realised
there was someone sat in the car; it was Timmo! He was naked and stiff, his
foreskin had peeled back, revealing his bulbous red knob which was shiny with
precum. I squealed with delight and threw myself into his open arms as Jean
shut the door behind me.
"Oh Timmo, I've really missed you today."
"And me you Paul."
Then we were snogging, when the front door closed and the car started I
looked up guiltily, Jean could see us in the mirror. But I was pleased to see that
the car was fitted with a screen between the front and back seats and it was
up. I was just about to go back to snogging Timmo when he turned to me, took my
shoulders and turned me to face him; he looked serious.
"You do trust me Paul."
I nodded, I'd never seen him this stern with me before; I didn't trust
myself to speak.
"I'd like you to do some weird stuff with me this weekend Paul, but anything
you don't want to do you don't have to. If you say no it won't affect how I
feel for you. Do you understand?"
I nodded again, my mouth had gone dry, and my cock was rapidly softening.
"Right. I think you know that I want to put my cock up your bum and take your
virginity, and I want to do it tomorrow. Do you want me to?"
"Er, um, yes Timmo."
My voice was wobbling and I'd lost my erection.
"How would you feel if I told you that I wanted to take your virginity in
front of several men, including my Father? I'll explain about him later after we'
ve showered. There'll be some boys there too, Jim, Alan, and a few more of my
friends. Then, if you feel OK, maybe you'll want to do some things with some
of the men, eat their cum and stuff? The other boys will be doing things with
the men too. When you decide you don't want to do anymore stuff we'll go to
bed together; and on Sunday you'll have me all to yourself. How does that
sound? Take your time, think hard about it."
I was really taken aback, I didn't know what to think. Yes I liked showing my
body off to men, and I loved eating cum and wanted to taste a grown up's
spunk. (I still didn't understand where Timmo's Dad fitted into things, I'd have
to wait until Timmo explained.) And yes I wanted Timmo to take my virginity,
but all the things together? It sounded like an orgy, especially with other
boys there. I didn't know what to do or say, but I had already had sex with Jim
and Alan and really enjoyed it, and Timmo had promised me all day Sunday alone
with him. Before I said anything Timmo spoke again.
"Oh, there's something more I forgot to tell you, it may help you to make up
your mind. There wont be any chance of you catching any diseases; all of Dad'
s er, friends have regular check-ups, as do the boys, even me."
"Er, I haven't had a check-up Timmo."
Timmo chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"But you have Paul, remember your cum soaked Jockeys that I took, and the
plaster you dropped in the office?"
I nodded.
"Well, Dad got a friend of his who's a chemist to do the tests from them; you
're clean and very healthy."
I looked into Timmo's eyes, they sparkled as he gave me a huge smile. I felt
my cock stiffening again, that did it. My voice trembled as I hesitantly
replied.
"I .. er .. I .. er, I'll do it for you Timmo, but if I don't like anything,
or I've had enough, you promise that it'll stop?"
Timmo hugged me to him.
"That's great Paul, you won't get hurt and you will be in total control of
what happens to your body, and what cocks you suck, if any. The minute you want
to stop I'll see to it. Now the weird stuff starts here. I want you to take
your shorts off, remove your Jockeys, and then put your shorts back on."
"But my precum will stain through my shorts Timmo."
"Exactly Paul, you're going to be showing your body off before I take you up
to my room for our  shower."
So, with a shrug of my shoulders I removed my shorts, took off my Jockeys,
and put my shorts back on. The more I thought of what Timmo had told me the more
I was getting turned on. I'd have preferred Timmo to take my virginity in
private, but, I DID find men attractive and was already showing my body off to
men at school and in the Park. I wanted to hear more about Lars too, because he
was a very sexy man. Timmo held out his hand and I gave him the Jockeys which
he put into a plastic bag. Already my stiff cock had leaked precum and a damp
spot was beginning to form on the front of my white nylon shorts.
We began snogging again and my precum stain got bigger and bigger. I was
running my thumb over Timmo's knob collecting his precum, then I'd bring it to
our mouths and we'd both lick it clean. Over Timmo's shoulder I could see
through the window, and when people turned and looked at us it sent a shiver
through my body knowing that they couldn't see what we were up to. I noticed we were
in the suburbs, almost in the country. I'd been here before, there were
several very large houses, mansions really, with extensive gardens. I knew one was
a college, another a private hospital, stuff like that. As we turned into the
drive of the last one Timmo broke our snog.
"We're home Paul, it's Showtime!"
He extricated himself from my clutches and picked up what I thought was a
towel, but when he wrapped it around his waist and fastened it with Velcro. I
could see that it was a mid-thigh white terry towelling skirt. Timmo's hard cock
jutted out obscenely, I giggled. The drive was long and tree lined, finally
the house came into view, I turned to look. It was massive, shaped like a
capital E with a truncated middle section, which had a wide flight of stone steps
leading up to a black glass/Perspex front set with two wide doors bearing the
legend L & T M Conference Centre; one of the doors opened as we pulled up at the
steps.
"Christ Timmo, you live here?"
"Only the east wing, on the left. The rest of the house is for the Conference
centre. Granddad had all eight of the properties built years ago."
Timmo opened the door and grabbed my hand.
"Come on Paul, let's show you off, Jean will garage the car."
We walked up the steps and through the door which Timmo pushed to. We were in
a large, very tall, reception area with a wide flight of clear Perspex stairs
on either side. There were twenty or so sofas and armchairs scattered about
facing the far wall. Against the far wall there were half a dozen tall coffee
tables with two tall stools to each table. I looked down, I had a massive
precum stain, you could see part of my cock through the wet nylon. Timmo's cock was
tenting his skirt disgustingly. Timmo squeezed my hand and before he led me
forwards he leaned in and whispered into my ear.
"We're going to go to the middle table on the left. I'm going to sit on a
stool and face the front door. There's a coke machine over there, (he pointed to
where the last right hand table stood) I want you to go and get us 2 cans of
Coke and bring them to the table. You won't need money, show off your body
while you get them, but don't grope yourself."
My mouth had gone dry, my heart was racing and I was a bit scared now that I
was finally here. So I hesitated as Timmo went to lead me forwards and
whispered.
"I'm a bit frightened Timmo."
He squeezed my hand reassuringly and whispered.
"Don't worry lover boy, you're with me, I'll look after you."
This time when he pulled me I followed. As we passed the chairs and sofas I
realised that some of them had men sitting in them and that they were watching
us: Timmo whispered into my ear again.
"I know it'll be difficult but try and ignore the men, don't look directly
at them; we're going to give them a little show."
When we got to the table Timmo climbed up onto a stool and sat down, his
skirt rode up and his stiff cock and slimy red knob were on full display to all
the men. I went to the Coke machine and pressed the button for a can. When
delivered the can was delivered to a trough at the bottom of the machine. I took a
deep breath and bent over to get it, showing my bum to all the men. I stood up
and repeated the process then I took the Cokes to our table. Timmo took his,
opened it and took a drink, I did the same, I still hadn't looked at the men,
but my cock knew they were there, it was twitching and still leaking precum.
Timmo then spoke out loudly for all the room to hear.
"You look hot and bothered in that shirt, put hour arms of and I'll take it
off for you."
I stood in front of Timmo and raised my arms, and he pulled my shirt off and
dropped it on the table. He brushed my shoulders chest and belly dislodging a
few blades of grass.
"Turn around and I'll do your back."
As I turned Timmo whispered an instruction to me.
"Face the room and lean back with your elbows on the table."
I did as I was told, and my groin was thrust towards the men; by now most of
my cock could be seen through the precum soaked material. I finally looked at
the men, avoiding their eyes; I counted 15. They were all ages and races, and
they were all staring lustfully at my groin or Timmo's or both. Most of them
looked OK, but, because they we're clothed I didn't know what their bodies
were like. As their eyes looked us over I got more and more excited, no one spoke
and Timmo acted as if they weren't even there. He finished his Coke, then
spoke to me in a loud voice again.
"Finish your Coke Paul, then I'll take you upstairs for a shower, well, that'
ll be after we've sucked each other off and eaten each others cum."
Several of the men groaned or sighed at Timmo's words. He jumped off the
table and led me to the left hand stairs, we'd just climbed two steps when Timmo
spoke loudly again.
"Oh, I think you'd better leave those dirty shorts and trainers down here,
we don't want you dirtying the carpet do we?"
Timmo went back down to the ground and stood in front of me, his face was
level with my groin. He hooked his thumbs into my waistband, pulled my shorts
away from my body and, bending at the waist, he took them down my legs and I
stepped out of them. I lifted one foot then the other and Timmo pulled my trainers
off. Then he really surprised me, he turned me sideways and peeled my
foreskin back to reveal my precum slimed knob. I could hear lustful moans and groans
coming from the men. Timmo squeezed my cock, then leaned in and lapped up the
resulting precum, he let go of my cock and took my hand again. We resumed
climbing and I heard a noise, when I looked around the men had all congregated
under the stairs to watch us walk up. I was very excited now, totally turned on
by our little exhibition, it was a real turn on to hear grown men lusting after
my body. My quivering cock was dripping precum onto the Perspex steps and I
was really looking forwards to the rest of the weekend. Just before we reached
the landing Timmo looked at me and whispered again.
"Did you enjoy that Paul?"
I giggled as I replied.
"It was dirty, sexy, and it really turned me on."
Timmo grinned widely and squeezed my hand.
"You like dirty then Paul?"
I giggled again, beamed up at him and nodded enthusiastically.

End of part three.

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