Date: Wed, 18 May 2005 10:10:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Micah and His Son

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Micah and His Son
By Rebel

I first met Micah during the summer of 1993 when I was still living in
Alaska.  At that time there was a group of gay men called `Anchorage Garden
Buddies' who met monthly at member's homes.  There wasn't a lot a
`gardening' being done, except maybe the `plowing' done afterward, but it
was a good place to meet guys and enjoy a friendly night out.  I had been a
member for several years along with my partner of several years, and we
enjoyed the camaraderie and meeting new people.  We enjoyed an open
relationship that worked for us, so we would sometimes find someone to be
with who didn't interest the other one.

Micah and I met at one of the monthly meetings and seemed to hit it off.
He was of a diminutive stature, only about 5'6", and weighing about 140
pounds.  We found that we enjoyed several things in common and both worked
in the communications business, just for competing companies within the
Alaskan economy.  He told me that he really liked my long red hair, and
what he called `my perpetual smile'.  I had to laugh because I had never
heard that as a pick-up line before...

Over the next few weeks, we went to a couple of concerts, along with my
partner and his date for the evening, and developed a relationship that is
now referred to as "friends, with benefits."  My partner and I had a
four-bedroom house with an enclosed hot tub that we used almost every
night.  It was good to relax the sore muscles from the day's work, and a
good place to break the ice for what might go on later.  Micah came over a
few times and occasionally I went to his place for the night.  I found out
that he had a son, but had never been married.  Jeff was 11, and was quite
well behaved.  He knew his dad had friends stay over sometimes but it was
never a big thing with him.

Micah told me that when he was in college, he was going with a high school
senior when she got knocked up.  He said that he'd been trying to lead a
"straight" lifestyle, but wasn't having much fun in his life.  Then when
she hit him with the information that he was gonna be a father, he assumed
that he was trapped into something that he really didn't want, but he's an
honorable man and was determined to "do right by her and his son."  But
that's where things `got interesting', he told me.

It seems that her Daddy was some lawyer in the town and just because of
this `little set-back' as they called it, he couldn't see any reason to
stop the path that they had set earlier for her.  Since the sex was
consensual between adults, there was no question of legal repercussions.
Micah was a little shocked and surprised at what was happening, but found
that he was caught up in it and went along with what `Daddy' suggested.
What they set up was that mom would carry the baby, but when he was born,
all rights would be signed over to Micah along with a large money
settlement to care for the child.  So father and son went their way in
life, and mom went on to Stanford and married a doctor or something like
that.

Micah and Jeff had been to our house several times for dinner and hot tub,
and I had been to their place.  Any nudity was just incidental, but was
never looked at as dirty or something to be ashamed of.  It wasn't unusual
for Jeff to be wearing just his undies, or maybe nothing at all.  His
bedtime was usually 9 o'clock, and then it was `adult time'.  We never had
sex in front of him, or did anything much more than hug and kiss until this
one night...


After being comfortable with each other and several discussions about likes
and dislikes, we found that we were both `versatile' – meaning that we both
like to fuck and get fucked.  After lots of sessions of beer in the hot
tub, we found that we also shared almost an anal fixation, and we were
always looking for more and different ways to gain anal stimulation.  I
finally confessed that I had been trying for years to take a fist up inside
of me, but had finally figured out that I must have a smaller bone
structure in my pelvis.  No matter what I tried, gradually increasing sizes
of butt plugs and dildos, desensitizing ointments, poppers, getting drunk
or whatever, I just could NOT physically get a fist up inside me.  Micah
expressed much the same problem, but he said that he wasn't too surprised
since he'd always been small.

On this one particular Friday evening, Jeff had gone to bed as usual and we
stayed on the couch watching a TV drama or something, but also gradually
working each other out of their clothes and making sure that we were both
enjoying the slow and easy pace.  We'd been hard for the better part of an
hour when the news came on and we got down to business.  I was inside of
him in a face to face position on the couch, and really getting into a
good, long fuck, when all of a sudden I heard a small voice behind me.

"Daddy, I wanna play too," Jeff surprised us, standing at the foot of the
couch.  I stopped dead, buried inside his dad, not knowing what to do, and
my jaw dropped to the floor.  I looked back at Micah, hoping he'd tell the
kid to go back to bed or something, and really wishing there was a
convenient rock nearby that I could crawl under.  I saw several different
expressions cross Micah's face as he lay on his back in front of me, but
when he opened his mouth, I was totally flabbergasted by what he asked.

"Well Steve, do you have any problem with Jeff joining our little party?"
I was so dumbfounded, I lost my concentration and my hard-on at the same
time, and as my soft cock popped out of Micah's ass, I just sat back on my
haunches, trying to make heads or tails out of this new information.  By
this time Jeff had walked past me and into his daddy's arm, giving him a
long, sweet kiss.  I saw that he was buck naked, but my eyes were drawn to
his hard cock sticking out in front as he stood there kissing his dad.  He
was almost 4" long, and so hard that his foreskin had pulled back about
halfway back on his purple, engorged cockhead.  All the times I had seen
him naked, and thought to myself about what it might look like when he was
hard, I had never seen his little boy erection before.

Micah still had one foot on the floor and one on the back of the couch
where they'd landed after my cock came out of his butt.  I was still
kneeling between his splayed legs on the couch, watching all of this
fantasy unfold.  I'm not usually at a loss for words, but I couldn't seem
to form a coherent thought, let alone actually SAY anything.  Micah just
chuckled at my befuddlement as he boosted himself up, swung his legs
around, and sat on the end of the couch with Jeff standing between his
legs.  "Steve, close your mouth – it catches flies!" he said to me,
snapping me back to the real world.  I slowly sat down right, but kept
looking at the father-son tableau next to me on the couch.  "Well, do you
wanna have a three-way with Jeff, or do I take him back to bed?" Micah
asked.

"You're serious aren't you," I answered, amazed at this strange, new
development.

"Daddy and me always sleep together," Jeff piped up, giving him a big hug.

Reaching for his almost empty beer on the coffee table, he downed it, then
stood and asked, "You want another?" as he headed toward the kitchen.  I
was still trying to assimilate the information that I'd been privy to and
didn't answer, but gladly accepted the offered one when he came back.
"When Jeff was born, I didn't have a pot to piss in.  I still had one more
year to go in college and really didn't want to move to another, larger
apartment since where I was living was right across the street from campus.
I got the necessary baby stuff to take care of him, and had arranged for a
retired nurse to stay with him while I was actually in school, but there
wasn't enough room for a crib in the place.  He was so small, she told me
to just keep him in my bed for the first year, and that would take care of
the problem.

"It all worked out well, I graduated, and Jeff grew like gangbusters.
Since I had the money from her Daddy, I was able to take my time finding a
job.  I'd heard about the building of the pipeline up here, and of all the
good jobs that could be had for professional people, so I found this new
phone company that was just getting started up here, applied to them, and
they were falling all over themselves to get me up here.  GCI was just
getting started back then, and they paid my way to move all of our stuff
and the two of us to Anchorage.  They even found us a nice apartment and
paid six months rent so I could take my time finding this place," and he
nodded looking around at their home.

"Well, that's better than I did with Alascom.  I came up here with the Air
Force and just decided to get out and get one of those jobs too," I
reminisced, and then took another drink of beer.

"After Jeff turned two, and was getting pretty big, I bought him his own
bed and really tried to get him to stay in his own room," Micah said,
picking up his story.  "We had some pretty good battles for about a year,
didn't we sport," he said, reaching over and giving Jeff's tummy a tickle.
Jeff just grinned wider and giggled.  "He would always cry that he wanted
to sleep with me, and I just hated to make him go to sleep crying every
night, but I thought it was best because everything I'd ever heard said so.
Some nights I'd lay in bed listening to his sobbing and I'd relent and let
him stay `one more night' – but ONLY if he'd promise that the next night he
WOULD stay in his own room.  He'd always agree, and he would live up to it
and stay in his bed the next night, but then the whole cycle would start
all over again after that.

"Even on the nights that he did go to sleep in his room, I'd usually wake
up in the morning with him on top of the bed curled up next to me with his
blankie.  After about a year of that shit, I finally said `fuck it' and
figured out that all of these child gurus were talking about raising kids
with both a dad and usually a stay-at-home mom, and NOT a poor kid who was
in daycare all day and only me to take care of him.  Ever since he was
about three, he's been sleeping with me," Micah finished and took another
swig of his beer.

"'cept when you got friends over," Jeff whispered, looking very sad.

"Well, that sure explains why it was like pulling teeth to get you to
invite me to spend the night," I said, grinning at the two of them.  "I
could understand why you couldn't stay at our place, what with having Jeff
at the sitter's and needing to get back home, but it never dawned on me
that I was intruding."  We all just kinda looked at each other alone with
our thoughts, and I was starting to warm to the idea of being in bed with
the three of us.  "So...uuhhh...how long has this," and I pointed back and
forth at the two of them, "Been going on?"

"Only about a year – since Jeff's started getting more curious about his
and my body," Micah replied.  "And it's only been real light stuff," he
added.  Now I have had some younger partners, but never anyone quite that
young.  I'm firmly of the opinion that as long as two people want to
indulge themselves, no matter what the ages, then they can do whatever they
want in their own bedrooms.  `Well, this is gonna be an interesting night,'
I thought to myself as I stood up.

"Sure, why not?" I said as I grinned down at the duo.  I was immediately
attacked by this brown-haired beauty and hugged fiercely around my lower
back and butt.  Since he was only about 4 feet tall, he had the side of his
face pressed against my abs, and I could feel my cock staring to stir.
Micah stood up and asked Jeff to take me into the bedroom, that he'd be
along after he closed up the house and turned off the lights.  Jeff grabbed
my hand and pulled me bodily down the hall to the master bedroom.  His cute
little butt had always been a subject of my fantasies, and I watched it
bounce up and down as he kept trying to pull me faster.  We got to the
doorway and he took off for the bed, landing right in the middle in an
obviously practiced jump.  I walked around to the far side of the bed as he
scampered around throwing the spread back and wiggling under the covers.

When I hesitated, he looked up at me with those big brown eyes and asked,
"What are you waiting for?"

I snapped out of my reverie, lifted the edge of the sheet, and slowly slid
underneath.  As soon as I was stretched out, Jeff rolled over on top of me,
making himself comfortable on my chest.  I could feel his hard little
pricklet pressing into me, and I'm sure he could feel my equally hard cock
pressing into him.  He raised his head and said, "You got more hair than
daddy," referring to the red chest hair I had quite a lot of, and knowing
that Micah was practically bald on his chest.

"Does it bother you?" I asked him.

"Nah, not really.  It just kinda tickles a little bit," he said as be
burrowed around, finding `just the right spot' to make himself comfortable.
Micah came in the room, saw us, and just grinned from ear to ear as he
turned off the overhead light and walked to the bed.

"I see you've got Steve in your favorite position sport," he said to Jeff
as he stretched out on his side, looking at the two of us.

"Ummhuhh," Jeff murmured into my chest in a dreamy sort of way.  Micah
indicated to me by both sign language mime and mouthing words that he'd be
asleep soon.  I nodded to him and just kept running my hands all over the
smooth skin on Jeff's back and butt.  I could have sworn that I heard him
actually purr like a kitten several times.

About 10 minutes later, Micah leaned up and whispered, "If you just roll
over a little, he'll stay asleep."  So I rolled to my right and deposited a
very asleep little boy on his back beside me.  I did notice that his cute
little pecker was just as hard as it ever was, and sticking almost straight
up.  I rolled back and was met with a very energetic and horny man.  I
wasn't sure if we should `play around' with Jeff right there beside us, but
Micah assured me that if he did wake up and we weren't there, he'd just get
up and look for us, starting the entire scenario all over again.  Since I
was just as horny as he was, I decided to follow Micah's lead and we did
enjoy each other for about another hour.

While I was lying on my back, taking his father deep inside me, Jeff did
wake up momentarily and we locked eyes for a moment.  He just smiled and
scooted over closer to me to snuggle in.  I lifted my arm and held him to
me as he pushed his still erect cock into my side and went back to sleep.
I just lay back, taking in every sight, sound, and feel of this very unreal
development.  This was indeed another first for me; lying on my back, being
fucked like a bitch in heat by a wonderful younger man while his young son
was curled in my arms, sleeping soundly.  I was indeed a happy man.

We finished our `play time' and slowly settled down for a much needed
night's sleep.  I slept fitfully due mainly to the newness of the situation
and being in a strange bed, but the few times I woke, I checked my
surroundings and found that the three of us were in much the same positions
as we started, so I comfortably went back to sleep.


I woke one time to find daylight streaming into the room from the open
doorway.  It's not uncommon for people to have "black out" curtains on
their bedroom windows in the summertime in the high latitudes of Anchorage
to allow us to sleep when it's daylight outside for as much as 20 hours a
day.  I had a desperate need to piss, and as I shifted around to see how I
could get out of bed without disturbing the others, I found that Jeff
wasn't there.  As I padded into the bathroom, I could hear the TV going in
the living room.  After I flushed, I crawled back into the warm bed,
noticing that the bedside clock read just after 7am on a Saturday morning.
I was just starting to drift back into dreamland when I felt a slight draft
as the covers were lifted, and when I opened one eye to peek out, I saw
that Jeff was slipping back into bed.

"Good morning big guy," I whispered to him, he just giggled and snuggled in
close.  I put my arm over his back and stroked lightly all the way down to
his firm little bum.  I was rewarded by feeling his little hand snake over
and stroke my semi-hard shaft back to a rigid hard-on.  "That feels good,"
I whispered into his hair as I stroked my hand all over his back.

"I do this for daddy almost every day," he whispered back, and I could feel
that he was indeed practiced in the fine art of stroking.

"Yeah, and he does a great job too," came from a voice over my shoulder.  I
looked back to see Micah just starting to wake up.  "I gotta pee – be right
back!"  And he was out the door, headed to the bathroom.  Now unhindered by
a sleeping dad, Jeff and I started a more in-depth exploration of each
other's bodies.  Jeff seemed drawn to my hairy chest and he found that he
could really get me going by playing with my nipples.  I was enjoying the
freedom of movement all over his little body and found that when I slid my
hand down to his firm little butt, he would spread his legs in a seeming
invitation to go further.  He started licking and sucking on each of my
nipples in turn, causing his body to ride up further onto my chest, giving
me better access to his tiny little butt.

I slid my hand between his cheeks and felt his warm little pucker with my
fingertips, eliciting a long moan from Jeff.  I worked down a little
farther, pressing firmly on his perineum and feeling his little ballsac.
After a bit, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to lick on him, so I rolled
him onto his back and used my lips, tongue, and teeth on his immature
chest, making his little nips come erect and his pecker wave and throb in
the air.  It didn't take me long to get to my target and I swallowed his
entire length between my pursed lips and all the way down to engulf his
ballsac.  Jeff grabbed handfuls of my hair as I was working over his little
uncut dickie.  I shifted around between his splayed legs and brought my
fingertips back to his extremely hard perineum, pressing on his prostate
from the outside.  He was throwing his head from side to side and bucking
up into the warm recesses of my mouth.

I worked my index finger to his tight little pucker and felt him relax the
opening as I massaged around it.  I slid my finger into my salivating mouth
and got it wet, then went back to his hole and lubed it up.  I slipped the
tip of my finger gently inside his warm, wet hole and felt him shudder and
his cock throb in my mouth as he experienced his dry orgasm.  I held my
mouth and tongue still, allowing him to enjoy his afterglow, knowing how
sensitive a cock gets right after cumming.  I opened my mouth wide allowing
his still hard cock to escape as I withdrew my hand from between his legs
and sat up, looking down at this beautiful boy.  It was only then that I
noticed that Micah had returned and was sitting on the bed, just watching
us.  He held out a fresh cup of coffee, and it was only then that I
realized that he'd been gone so long.

"That was great to watch," he said as we both sipped our coffee.

"That was great to do," I told him grinning like a Cheshire cat.  "You've
got quite a boy there, Micah," I told him, "And he's good at what he does
too.  You've taught him well," knowing full well that they had been doing
things longer than the claimed `year or so' they told me last night.  We
chatted as we drank the coffee and Jeff slowly regained his composure and
again started playing with the hair on my leg that was closest to him.

"Well sport, that's a great way for you to wake up our guest," he said
smiling at his son.  "Since Steve's still hard, what do you say to us both
showing him a good time?"

"Yeah, yeah, that'd be wild," Jeff responded with a lot more enthusiasm
than I thought was usual for anyone, but then again, I wasn't 11 years old
either.  Micah patted the center of the bed, indicating that I was to lie
back down, so I did.  Micah took both coffee cups and set them on the
headboard, and then reached into a side compartment and retrieved his large
bottle of "Wet."  We both enjoyed anal activity so much that we both had
one of these quart-sized bottles that was equipped with a pump spout just
like hand lotion.  Jeff was sitting on his ankles on my other side and was
slowly stroking my hard cock and playing with the liberal amount of precum
that I was producing.  Again, I cursed the doctors, for about the zillionth
time, at my being butchered at birth and not having my foreskin to allow
him to use the skin to stroke me.

Micah stretched out beside me and sought out my mouth for a long and deep
tongue duel as Jeff kept up his slow stroking and massaging my balls in
their sack.  Finally, Micah broke off our lip-lock and moved to my already
erect nipples for some more tongue play.  I could see Jeff squirt some Wet
onto his one hand and then spread it around with the other.  `This is gonna
be great,' I thought, thinking that he would return to my throbbing cock.
Little did I know that he had something else in mind until I felt his lubed
up hand slather on a goodly amount between my legs, making sure that there
was a lot around my hole.  It felt so good; all I could do was moan more
heavily than I already was.  "Lift you knees up," Micah raised his head and
said to me, so I brought my feet back toward my butt and planted them
firmly on the bed, allowing better entry for Jeff to work me over.

He nimbly moved between my legs, never breaking contact between us.  After
he was settled, I felt one of his small fingers ease up inside of me.
Since I had been attacking my asshole for years, it was so relaxed that I
could hardly feel the small finger.  Jeff must have sensed that I could
well accommodate his thrusting, so the next thing I felt was more fingers
going up inside me and feeling absolutely wonderful.  We expected to have
some sort of anal play whenever we got together, so it was just one of our
`preparations' that we always cleaned ourselves with a good enema before
the festivities.  Micah had taken over the stroking on my cock, and between
them, I was getting so close, I grabbed his hand and held it tight so that
I wouldn't shoot too soon and I could enjoy what Jeff was doing to my ass.
I saw father and son exchange looks and then Micah nodded to his son.  I
didn't know what they had in mind for me, but I was certain that I WOULD
enjoy it.

I felt a lot more pressure at my back door, and then suddenly I felt full –
and it was GREAT!!  "What the..." I started to say.

"Well, you've always said that you wanted to be fisted," Micah said down to
me as he pinched and pulled my nipple and pulled on my ballsac.  I looked
down to check it out, but all I could see was a grinning Jeff, bent over at
the waist, with his right hand disappearing between my legs.

"AAAWWWWWWhhhhhh... GGAAAAAWWWDDD!!" I moaned loudly at all the new
sensations running rampant in my body.  In all my years had I ever felt
anything so all-encompassing as what I was now feeling at the hands of this
youngster.

"You know where the prostate is son," Micah said to Jeff, "You'd better try
to stay away from it for as long as possible.  We don't want our prey to
cum too quickly now do we," and he giggled at my eyes snapping open at the
word `prey' and the concern that I'm sure he could read on my face.  "Don't
worry Steve, you'll enjoy it, believe me," he said to me with a comforting
look on his face, so I just lay back and gave myself over to this
father-son duo.

I could feel all these warm, wonderful, new sensations igniting in my lower
abdomen.  As I gave myself over to the new feelings running rampant, I lost
track of things around me; the room, the guys, and the situation all melted
together in one big whirl of electrifying sensations deeper inside of me
than I had ever felt before.  I was vaguely aware of Micah asking, "You
need some more lube son?" and watching Jeff's face in deep concentration
nod up and down.  It was almost as if I was a third party watching what was
happening to someone else, but the sensations were firing off so rapidly,
they kept me in a constant state of euphoria.

Micah grabbed the Wet and squirted more on Jeff's forearm, elbow, and upper
arm.  I could feel inside me what felt like Jeff opening and closing his
fingers and the little shit was wiggling them around inside me.  It was one
of the wildest sensations that I had ever felt, but it just melted in with
the `full feeling' and all of the other sensations that were threatening to
overload my senses.  I was just kinda drifting along when I felt something
like a knot slip inside my asslips.  When I looked down, Jeff was lying
flat on his belly, but seemed very close to my pelvis.  My long groan of
pleasure alerted them to the great feelings I was experiencing, and both
father and son erupted into big, toothy smiles.

"I can't go anymore dad; it just feels like it's a dead end up there," Jeff
said.

"Is there stuff inside?" Micah asked.

"No, it's just more like a wall that I can't feel any way around," Jeff
responded.

"Ok, we need to raise him up a bit then," Micah said.  "Steve, you need to
raise your ass off the bed so I can get these pillows under you," he
instructed, "And to do that Jeff, you're gonna need to get your knees under
you."  I watched as Jeff nimbly pulled his legs underneath him, and part of
my foggy mind marveled at the dexterity of youth.  "Ok Steve, lift up," so
I pushed up with my legs and ass muscles, getting anchorage with my feet.
It was then that I had the strangest sensation of being a Popsicle as Jeff
helped with the operation remaining embedded in my ass, and rose up with me
as Micah slid two pillows underneath me.  The new position made it so that
I was resting but with a hard arch in my back.

"Oh yeah dad, that worked," Jeff said as I felt something shift inside of
me and more of his hand (arm?) proceed deeper into me.  I can't describe
the sensations going through me; it was like a kaleidoscope going off in my
head – a constantly changing catacophany of sights, sounds, and feelings.
Even though I hadn't shot off in orgasm yet, my brain was so overloaded, I
was reeling on the edge of passing out.  It was wild – but it was also
scary; I had never allowed myself to EVER get to that stage, I was always
in control, so this was entirely new for me.

"STOP!!!  WAIT!!!" I screamed, gasped in a breath, and froze.  My outburst
shook the guys a little and they too just stopped.  After a few moments of
teetering on a precipice, I could feel my heartbeat ease, my breathing
lessened, and I was able to pull back and take stock of what was happening.
When I looked up and saw the concern etched on both of their faces, I
realized what must have been going through their heads.  "Wow guys, that's
the wildest thing I have EVER felt!  And I haven't even cum yet!"  I saw
their faces soften and the beginnings of a smile come to Micah's lips.
Poor Jeff was just holding absolutely still as if he was cast in stone, but
darting glances back and forth between the two of us.  I could only imagine
the thoughts going through his 11 year old brain.

I pushed my upper body up, resting on my elbows so I could look around at
what they were doing to me.  Micah had his hands resting on my chest; he
had been working my nipples over very hard – just the way I liked it.  When
I looked over to Jeff, I was at first surprised, then shocked; I couldn't
see his arm.  "Wha... where... uuhh... Jeff, how much have you got inside
of me?" I tentatively asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

He started giggling and answered, "All of it," and with that I felt him
flex his fingers deep inside my gut, and I thought I was gonna loose it.
It felt like he was reaching up to my tonsils.

"Oh my gaawwddd," I groaned, as I did the mental gymnastics needed to
figure out that Jeff had about two feet of arm buried inside my ass.

"Flex the muscles slowly," Micah told him and could feel different
sensations as he flexed his fingers and hand in one part of my gut, and
then progress around as he flexed his forearm and then his bicep just
inside my very stretched hole.  I quit trying to make any sense of what I
was feeling, and just eased myself back onto the bed and gave myself over
to the overwhelming sensations this boy was producing.  "Ok Jeff," Micah
told him, "We'd better let him cum and calm down baby.  Just ease back out
like you do with me."  I startled at hearing that and finally figured out
in my own pea brain that Jeff had been really well trained – by his father,
and I was the recipient of all that practice.

Jeff was very gentle as he withdrew his arm and I felt no pain at all, just
the strange void feeling as my intestine slowly shrunk itself back to
normal from being stretched.  I felt the knob of his elbow `pop' out of my
asshole, and that was another frenzied sensation to add to the list.  When
his hand was the only part still inside of me, he rolled it over, reached
up, and gently wrapped his long fingers around my prostate gland, and
started firmly milking it.

I had completely forgotten about my cock, and was actually amazed to see
that I was still hard through all of that.  Now, I'm not overly endowed,
only about 6 ½ to 7 inches, but at that moment, I was as hard as I could
ever remember being.  Jeff's rhythmic massage didn't last nearly long
enough.  After all of the stimulation I had endured for the last, what felt
like hours, it only took seconds – less than 10, I'm sure, before I started
shooting several ropes of hot jism all over my chest and belly.  It all
happened so fast, it actually seemed anticlimactic to all of what I had
been feeling for so long.

I'm sure I didn't pass out, but I sure don't remember much after that.  I
was exhausted and just lay there as the guys cleaned us up and then lay
beside me just cuddling up close.


We must have nodded off for a bit after our strenuous exercise, because the
next thing I knew, I was alone in the bed, smelling the wonderful aroma of
fresh brewed coffee.  I eased myself to a sitting position, felling every
ache and pain in my tired, old body.  I padded myself to the kitchen and
saw the terrible duo with their heads together at the snack bar.

"Any chance of getting a cup," I croaked from my dry throat.  Jeff jumped
off his stool, expertly poured me a cup, and retrieved the half & half from
the fridge.  `Damn, it's nice to be among friends,' I thought as I saw all
that they were doing for me.  "Thanks," I told him, taking the cup from his
smooth fingers and sat on the barstool he had just vacated.  That didn't
stop him though; he deftly jumped up, turned his butt in mid-air, and sat
on the counter – a maneuver I had seen him do time and time again.  He just
giggled when he saw his dad's scowl and reached over and handed me an Equal
packet for my coffee.

"Ok guys, how long have you two been doing that?" I asked.

They exchanged glances, and then smiling, Micah replied, "Only about six
months.  It just kinda grew out of Jeff wanting to help me get off, and one
thing led to another, and, well..." and his voice just kinda drifted off.

"Yeah, I been doin' it to dad, and Billy's been doin' it to me," Jeff
blurted out, and then slapped his hands over his mouth... he knew he'd said
too much.

"DAMNIT JEFF!!" Micah shouted and looked really upset.

"I'm sorry daddy, I'm sorry," Jeff whimpered as he cringed back on the
countertop.

"Whoa, hold it guys, calm down you two," I said as I placed a hand on each
of them.  Micah's jaw visibly slackened and Jeff uncoiled back to a sitting
position.  "Billy is that little towhead boy you're usually hanging around
with?" I asked Jeff.

"Yeah, he just lives over there in those apartments," he whispered and
nodded his head out the window toward a complex across the street.

"Look," I said to Micah, "We're all friends here, and we're all in this
deep enough that we'd all go to jail if some busy-body found out, but
that's not me.  Now tell me more, I'm vveeerrryy interested," I leered in
my best dirty-old-man voice.

The two of them told me all about how they got started doing things with
each other and how Billy came on to Jeff about two years earlier when he
was only seven years old.  I took it all in, shaking my head in disbelief
at some of the shenanigans that Billy and Jeff had gotten up to.  These two
preteens were definitely cock hounds and were constantly trying to find new
things to do to and with each other.


Over the years, I was introduced to Billy, and Jeff repeated his fisting of
my more than welcoming ass on several occasions.  He's now graduated from
the University of Alaska, and is engaged to a fine young lady he was lucky
to find.  During one of our evenings, I found out that she shared his
bisexual tendencies, and my mind reeled at all the possibilities that those
two would get into over the span of their life together.

The End