Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2004 20:21:56 -0500 From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com> Subject: Rascal Part Five Rascal Part Five Conjectures and Confessions (M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest, Voyeur, Dildo) This is a continuing story. Constructive criticism is welcome, at zestful@myexcel.com. Mention the title in the Subject line or I might delete it by accident thinking it's spam. Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters in this story might not practice safe sex, so you should not imitate their behavior. Save a life--your own--by practicing safe sex. If you're not old enough to read stories involving graphic descriptions of sex between consenting males, or if such stories are illegal where you live, do not continue reading beyond this sentence. Rascal Part Five Conjectures and Confessions As soon as Lyle, Ryan's father, left to go to work for a couple of hours, Ryan jumped easily into his favorite position with his legs wrapped around my waist before he kissed me. "Thanks, Uncle Dickey, that was the most awesome surprise! I can't believe you did that for me. How did you ever get Daddy to agree to letting me make my own porno video?" I gave Ryan an abbreviated version of how I fabricated a blackmail scheme. Then I threatened Ryan with castration if he ever told his father that I'd played him like a cheap iPod. Ryan's phone rang. Letting him down quickly, we finally found it in the bundle of clothes at the end of the sofa. "It's me," Ryan said. "Okay. It's for Number Two Daddy," he said handing me the phone. "Hello?" "Number Two Daddy?" Lyle asked. "Uh, yeah," I said, confused. Because of his previous remark, I wondered if Lyle ASKED Ryan to speak to Number Two Daddy or if Lyle heard Ryan say it. "I've got an idea. Tell me if my thinking's wrong." 'Oh, god, what now?' I thought. "Okay," I said warily. "Ryan's gonna be pissed if he can't watch his own video." "Yeah, I know." While I was talking to his dad, Ryan was on his knees, sucking my dick. It felt so wrong but so decadent! "What would you say to making a copy. I'll keep the original in a top secret file at work. Then, you can keep one at your place. I think I have a safe place for you to hide it--or you can suggest one. We'll tell Ryan he can only watch it at your place and only with you or me present, never with anyone else." "Is that really a good idea?" I asked, thinking Lyle was trying to plant evidence. "If somehow, a copy gets into the hands of the authorities and it's doctored up to be even more incriminating than it already is, there would be another copy to prove the kid's intentions were honorable." "Sounds good to me, I guess," I said, feeling a little better about the whole situation. After all, Lyle was in the video, too. "Good. Oh, and tell Rascal to come up for air once in a while." Blushing I said, "Your dad says you make too much noise when you suck cock. He can't hear me when I'm talking on the phone." Ryan's eyes got round as saucers, but didn't stop sucking. In fact, he got even nosier. His silent giggles jiggled my cock until my nuts bounced. "I'll try to have it done by tonight." "Give Ryan a kiss for me," Lyle said. "I'll tell him every other one is from you, Number One." "I'll owe you one," Lyle said. After I hung up, I had to pry Ryan off my cock. "Com'on, we've got work to do." "I don't want to work," Ryan said, pouting. "You'll like this work." "Work is NEVER fun." "Let's see if I change your mind." I got the camcorder out of the broom closet, set it up next to the TV and plugged it in. Then, getting a blank tape, I popped it in the VCR. "You can either have sex or watch your video, which is it?" "This is the work?" "Yep." "I LOVE to work!" "I thought so. Go sit quietly on the sofa and I'll join you in a minute." I went to the bedroom and got the patch cords. Then I saw my battery-powered vibrator lying there next to them. It was smaller in diameter than my cock, but it might keep Ryan in one place for a while. When I returned, Ryan had his erection in his hand. Trying not to draw attention to my activities, I quietly hid the vibrator behind the lamp on the end table. After plugging in the patch cords, I sat next to Ryan and started copying the tape. I put my arm around his shoulder and drew him close. Keeping his eyes on the video, he began to lackadaisically stroke my limp cock and fondle my balls. I rubbed his belly and stroked his erection as absentmindedly as he was doing to me. The video wasn't anywhere near porno quality but stimulating, nonetheless. I was especially interested in his dad's reaction to what we were doing. At first, only his eyes shifted. When I positioned Ryan on his knees in front of the sofa, Lyle tilted his head slightly, to get an out-of-the-corner-of-his-eye view of what was going on. Lyle squinted in anguish when my cock head popped through his son's anal sphincter but he slipped his hand in the fly of his shorts, anyway. As I had guessed, he had momentarily forgotten about the camcorder because it was about then that Lyle dug his cock out of his shorts. We watched as Ryan tossed the towel to his dad and Lyle covered up before struggling out of his too-tight shorts. When I moved Ryan into the missionary position, Lyle got bolder and looked directly at us. He just about had a heart attack when I lifted Ryan up to sit impaled on my cock and that's when Lyle quickly made a teepee of the towel in his ap. Most of the "lube shower" Ryan gave his father was caught on tape but when they were wrestling on the floor, Lyle's head was out of camera range half the time. His cock, however, was not and I caught on tape every spurt of his orgasm as it rained onto Ryan's face. The cuddling scene was the most endearing footage I'd ever seen. It was like an aura of love emanated from the two reclining nudes like some classical work of art Then we watched as I moved back into camera range. I'm glad the camera caught Lyle's expression because it was definitely an invitation to join them, a nod of acceptance. When the video was done, I patted Ryan on the hip. "Let me up. I've got work to do." "Awh, can't it wait? I wanted to blowjob you." "You can blow me when I get my work done," I said sternly, knowing I had fun planned. As I swapped Ryan's video in the camcorder for a blank tape, I said, "You know, if I had some lube left, I could shove something special up your butt." I'm sure he was thinking I was going to fuck him again, as he jumped up and ran to the bedroom. "I know where you keep your spare bottle," he yelled over his shoulder. I was sitting on the sofa with the vibrator hidden under my thigh when Ryan returned. "I'm still pretty slick back there," Ryan said. "I checked." Then he sucked his middle finger and said, "Ummm." "Well," I said, "if you want to take it like that, okay. Climb on facing me like you do." "Okay," Ryan said willingly. This time, thinking I was going to fuck him while he straddled me, he knelt with his calves snug to the outside of my thighs and lowered himself a little. "Hold on, I'm not in position yet," I said, putting my right hand between his legs like I was trying to aim my cock at his pucker. I slipped my left hand around his hip with the vibrator cupped in it. He didn't suspect a thing. Using the fingertips of my right hand to blindly find his pucker hole, I slid the dildo up my fingers until it nuzzled his bunghole. "Ready, baby?" I asked. "Ungh." Ryan moaned in agony as he eagerly waited for the penetration. "Relax, son, I don't want to hurt you." As Ryan shivered in anticipation, I slipped the dildo partway in. Ryan wrapped his arms around my neck and said, "I'll keep calling you 'Uncle Dickey' because of Mom but please keep calling me 'son.' I love to hear that word when I'm having sex. Besides, you really are like a daddy to me--Daddy says so." "I couldn't ask for a better son, son," I said as I hunched my hips like I was humping into him but injected the dildo deeper instead. Ryan leaned his upper torso back to give me a quizzical look. "What?" I asked, pretending like nothing was unusual. "You feel different, not as spongy--not as big." "Does it hurt?" I asked with genuine concern. "No. You just feel funny." "Well, if you think THAT'S funny, this will tickle the shit out of you." I flipped the switch to activate the vibrator and as quickly as I could, I drew my right hand out from under him and held his thigh so he couldn't stand up. "Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, ah, ah, Uncle Dickey! What the hell!" "You okay?" "Yeah, What IS that?" "A vibrator." "Oh, man! That's some sweet shit! Oh FUCK that's great!" I turned it off. "Want to cum?" "Does the Pope want world peace?" "Let's try another position." "Okay," Ryan said as an aftershock shuddered through him. "I'll leave the vibrator in, but not on while I put you on your back." I helped position him where I wanted him, then I pulled his legs up until he was bent in half with his heels above his head. His cock was hovering over his face. "I'm going to turn it on." "Yeah, hurry. It feels so good." As the vibrator whirred into action, I said, "I'm going to poke around for your prostate. Let me know if ..." "I promise, just do it," Ryan said impatiently. "I already gave you my word I'd tell you if it hurts." "If you yelp or scream, I'm gonna guess you like it. If you yell stop, I'm NOT gonna turn it off. Use 'hurt'or 'pain' or something like that. Okay?" "Ungh," was all Ryan could say so eloquently because he was so consumed with desire. I angled the vibrating tip toward his prostate and saw Ryan's legs jiggle from the sensation. His face had a grimace like he was trying to endure the pain/pleasure without crying out. I moved the tip. "Put it back," Ryan begged, "I was so close I could have cum." I repositioned it and touched his butt nutt again. As Ryan's grimace turned to a glazed look of euphoria, I turned the vibrator up to medium speed. Ryan's eyes lost their glazed look and registered astonishment. Predictably, he intermittantly moaned 'stop' and 'don't stop' along with other cuss words of pain and blasphemous words of pleasure. Finally, he groaned, "Oh, my god! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Daddy. I'm gonna cum!" With my free hand, I gently aimed Ryan's cock at his open mouth and as he started spurting, I powered the vibrator up to high. Six of the eight squirts hit Ryan's mouth or lips. One hit his forehead and stuck in his eyebrow. One went wild and shot at an angle over his shoulder to land on the floor. I powered it down to medium and then to low. I let it vibrate while I eased his legs down until he was lying flat. I straddled his head facing his feet. Some guys get so hard they can't bend their dick away from the upright position. I'm lucky, in that mine will bend down if I lean forward a little, so I was able to poke my cock down into Ryan's moist, eager, sucking mouth still pooled wih his sperm. "This won't take long, son. That cum was the most beautiful one I've ever seen." Ryan sucked my cock with a passion as the vibrator kept him just on the verge of total erection. He deep-throated me and reaching up, he pulled on my nuts. He rolled them around in their sack until he felt them pull away from him. He arched his neck to take me even deeper down his throat and I started cumming. I pulled out slightly so he could taste it and when my orgasm subsided, I leaned forward to suck on Ryan's fuckstick. We stayed in the post orgasm 69 position for about five minutes before we removed the vibrator and sat up to catch our breaths. Ryan snuggled close. "I think it's great having two daddies. You don't mind if I call you 'Daddy,' do you? I mean, the incest thing and all." "Well, if I can get used to those damn Spiderman underpants, I guess I can get used to anything." "I've had those since I was like six or something like that. I only keep 'em around because they're so tight. Of course, I don't wear 'em to school or anything. How childish would that be! Hey, you know what?" "What?" I said with a smile, anticipating another earth- shattering revelation to come pouring out of Ryan's fertile imagination. "You can keep my underpants here and whenever you want to jack off, you can stick your dick through the fly and rub the pants over your dick. They're real soft and it feels great." "Sounds like you've tried that before," I said. Then, in mock indignation I said, "Besides, what makes you think I need to jack off? I can bring somebody home--an adult who knows how to really please a grownup--and have sex, you know." "Would you call me and tell me all about it?" "What! I'm not going to kiss and tell." "Why not? Daddy makes ME kiss and tell." "That's different. You're ..." "Yeah, yeah, I know, under age. Will you rim me?" "Let's go lie down on the bed." "You gonna fuck me?" "We'll see." Ryan smiled. "I know, it means, 'We'll see.'" We fell asleep within minutes of hitting the bed and didn't wake up until the intercom buzzed. I jumped up, ran to the intercom and asked, "Who is it?" "FBI, Mr. Hickey. Can we come in?" I just about had a heart attack before Ryan came racing up yelling, "It's Daddy!" I buzzed him up and told Ryan to start getting dressed. He took his own good time collecting his clothes but didn't bother putting them on. Spying the vibrator lying on the sofa cushion, I ran to the bedroom and tossed it under the bed. I got back just in time to open the door to let Lyle in. I stood behind it naked but out of view of the hall. "Don't you two own any clothes?" Lyle said good-naturedly. "He's hidden 'em and won't give 'em back," Ryan said, trying to get me in trouble. "Not likely ... I'm sure he's more than ready to get rid of you by now," Lyle said with a wink at me. "Actually, we were waiting for you to join us," Ryan said. "We can do that now. You know, all that awkward nakedness is out of the way and all." "No we can't. It would be like I was cheating on Amanda." "Nuh uh," Ryan said. "If it was with a woman, it would be cheating." "It's still infidelity," Lyle said. I jumped in with my own argument to help Ryan out. "Lyle, have you ever wanted to see Amanda and another woman getting it on?" "Why?" "I was just wondering," I said casually. "I've heard guys-- straight guys--like that kinda thing." "Well, yeah, I guess maybe I have." "If she did, would you accuse her of infidelity?" "Whose side are you on? The daddies are supposed to stick together!" "I'd like to be stuck together with you," I said salaciously, "but this is Ryan's fantasy. So would you?" "No, I guess not ... but it would be with my consent ... and it wouldn't be incest ... and ..." "That's okay, you've made your point," I said graciously. Turning to Ryan, I said, "There, you see? You have to get your mom's consent first." I thought Lyle would crack his jaw on the floor when I said that. "But first, you have to get the Supreme Court to overthrow the incest laws," I added quickly. Lyle closed his mouth and rolled his eyes in appreciation for bailing him out. "If it weren't against the law, would you have sex with me, Daddy?" "Don't put your father on the spot like that," I said. "Guys can't change their feelings like that overnight--not when they've had it drilled into their heads that it's wrong all their life." "But I bet you would," Ryan said as if to finish the discussion. "Can I come over next Thursday?" "You've got school," I said. "Next Saturday?" "He might have a date," Lyle said. "His life is not going to revolve around you, you know." "Well," I said thoughtfully, "first you'd have to leave before you can come back but you're not leaving here naked, so get dressed." "Okay," Ryan said sullenly. Before they left, I retrieved the vibrator and slipped it in the waistband of Ryan's pants. "So you don't forget me." "I'll never forget my first fuck." "Is that all I am to you?" "Nope, you're my Rumplestiltskin." "And you're my first-born male child." I kissed Ryan goodbye, wishing I could kiss Lyle goodbye, too. After that, life was good for a change. Despite our little videotaping adventure, our friendship--Lyle's and mine--grew stronger. I went to dinner a couple of times at their place. I had my own access code to the gate and the front door. Lyle and I "did coffee" a couple of times at a little place near his office building and even went out for a couple of beers once--at a straight tavern. I even helped Amanda cover a charity bake sale at the mall one day. We got to know each other better while the two of us sat behind the "cash" table for six hours. We sold cupcakes decorated in the colors of rival universities who were having their annual "Grudge Match" game. The unscientific survey declared--by the number of cupcakes sold--which team had the most fans in our local area. As for Ryan, well, his 14-year-old exuberance was infectious and one Saturday, Lyle and I took him to a Tiger's baseball game in Detroit. It was a surprise to both Lyle and me that Ryan wanted to go--but it was HIS idea. After we got back from the ballpark and, as we walked in the apartment Ryan said, "Last one naked is a dirty rotten ground-out." I was amazed that he knew the term for such an embarrassing out. Nonetheless, I said, "No, you can't get undressed until after your dad leaves." "Why not? He's seen me naked before." "Ryan, have some consideration for your dad's feelings. Okay?" "Okay," Ryan said sullenly. "Coffee, Lyle?" "Sure." Lyle sat at the dining table as usual. I was beginning to realize he was a creature of habit. He seemed to always chose the dining room over the more comfortable living room. Maybe it was because the living room chair brought back too many uncomfortable memories. It was where Lyle sat while Ryan and I had sex in front of him, something that still nagged at me. 'I've got to tell Lyle the truth about how I set him up. He'll understand, won't he?' I thought. After the coffee was poured, Ryan sat next to his dad and I sat across from Ryan which put Lyle between the two of us. Rascal was sipping on his sports drink when he said, "Daddy, I've been thinking." "Oh, god," Lyle said ominously but with a smirk. "Remember when you said it would be okay with you if mom did it with another woman?" "Did what?" "Sex." "Of course," Lyle said. Then, shrugging his shoulders at me, he said, "What else is there in the life of a 14-year-old?" "Well, if it's okay for Mom and another woman to do it, then it should be okay for you and Uncle Dickey to do it." "That's a very good argument," Lyle said, as if he were evaluating one of Ryan's espionage papers. Feeling somewhat responsible for the current topic of conversation because I'd brought it up several weeks earlier, I said, "Except, Ryan, that the guy--actually, both guys--would have to WANT to do it ... together. You see, SOME guys just don't ... uh, find other guys ... uh, attractive ... sexually." "But if you WERE attracted, you'd be able to do it, right, Daddy? I mean it wouldn't be ... what's the word you used, 'infidel?'" "Infidelity. There's a difference--sort of." "Besides," I said, "Even if your dad were willing to try, maybe he wouldn't be willing to ... you know, do it with me." "With you? Why not? You're great in bed!" Ryan said. "Well thank you, but ..." "It's not like that, son," Lyle said. "You know how Uncle Marty will point out someone and make a crude remark?" "You mean, 'As long as I've got a face, that man's got a place to sit.' Like that?" "That's one of 'em, yeah. Well, he doesn't say that about every guy. There are ones who turn him on and others who don't." "Uncle Dickey doesn't turn you on?" Ryan said, horrified. "I didn't say that," Lyle said with a grimace in my direction. I took it as an apology for what Ryan said, so I said, "I'm gay by choice, so are you, but you can't force someone to be gay. You can recruit them ..." "Like bad priests and scout masters?" "Yeah," I continued, "You can even force them to ... do the deed, but you can't make 'em like it ..." "Or WANT it," Lyle added. "Who wouldn't want to have sex--no matter who it was with?" Ryan asked. "Would you want to have sex with a girl?" I asked. "I could try it." "But would you WANT it?" "Maybe ... after I tried it." "That's my point," I said. "You have to try having sex with a girl before you close your mind to it altogether." I was hoping I could redirect the conversation. "That's what I'M saying," Ryan said. Lyle and I looked at each other like we both just missed something important. "Are you telling us you want to have sex with a girl?" Lyle asked. "No! Well, yeah, I guess I could, but what I'm saying is ..." "Because if you do, I think I know someone who ... no, I'm not gonna be a pimp," I said, shaking my head. "Would you two stop changing the subject? What I'm saying is, how do you know you won't like going to bed with Uncle Dickey if you don't try it? Just once. For me. Please?" Ryan pleaded. "Ryan, your dad is a very attractive man. Shit! He's hot! But maybe he'd rather have his men look more like a woman or more muscular, like himself. Maybe tattoos turn him off or ..." "He wouldn't make you do anything you didn't want to, Daddy. And he'll stop if you decide you don't want to do it anymore. It's not like he's gonna rape you. Not with me here to take care of him." I smiled at the thought of Ryan tryig to kick my ass before I realized he meant take care of me sexually. "Shall I get the rolled up newspaper?" I asked Lyle. It was our standing joke on how to control Ryan when he got persistent. "Well," Lyle said, standing up, "Amanda IS getting a little tired of having to take care of THIS after Rascal and I have our little talks." Then he gripped his hard-on through his trousers. "Daddy calls them debriefings but neither one of us takes our briefs off." "You wear briefs?" I asked. "I'd have taken you for a boxer man." "Does this look like boxers?" Lyle asked, thrusting his hips forward to accentuate how his cock was riding toward his left hip. "So, Lyle, uh ... wanna give Amanda the night off?" I asked-- jokingly--'Well,' I thought, 'joking for HIS sake but I'm damned serious!' Ryan jumped up, wrapped his arms around his Dad and squeezed tight. "Please, Daddy. Just this once. Do it for Mommy." I knew Ryan was loving the feeling of Lyle's cock crushed against his adolescent chest and it had to feel wonderful for Lyle, too. "All I've heard so far is how much YOU want me to do it, Ryan. Maybe Number Two Daddy doesn't want to ... with me, I mean." "That would be like the Pope passing up communion," I said. Standing up before Lyle changed his mind, I asked, "Which do you want, top or bottom?" "He's definitely a top, can't you see that?" Ryan said, squeezing his dad's biceps. "Does it have to be one or the other? Can't I, uh, ... try it all ... at my own pace ... and then decide?" "Hell, yeah!" I said. "My pleasure! You tell me what you want to try ... and when ... and I'll make myself available." "Now, I guess," Lyle said, "before I lose my nerve." "Before you lose your hard, you mean," Ryan giggled. "Rascal, grab a video out of the footstool and keep yourself occupied while I take your dad in the bedroom." "Like that's gonna happen!" Ryan squealed. "Ryan, your dad's consented to try this, so don't push your luck. Not EVERYbody likes an audience like you do." "But it was my idea!" Ryan whined. "That's gotta be illegal, like patent infringement or something," he commiserated. "Let him get used to it first. Then, if he likes it, maybe then ..." "It's okay," Lyle said quietly. 'I know Lyle can't deny Ryan ANYthing if it's within his power but THIS!' I thought. "After all," Lyle said, "it's not like it's anything new for him." "Are you saying, 'turnabout is fair play?'" I asked. "Well, that, too, but he watches all the time anyway, so why should tonight be any different?" Ryan's expression was one of surprise. "How'd you know?" Lyle smiled broadly and turned to me. "What's the first thing Ryan does as soon as he cums ... the last one late at night, I mean?" "Uh, starts to get sleepy and wants to snuggle." "That's no secret," Ryan said. Turning to Ryan, Lyle asked, "What is it you do when you're spying on your mom and me?" "Uh ... well, I jack-off." "And then what?" "I go to bed and go to sleep," Ryan said matter-of-factly. "Well, son, sometimes you go to sleep and THEN go to bed." "Huh?" "Sometimes, when I go to the bathroom to clean up afterward, you're fast asleep and I have to carry you to bed." "How long have you known?" "Since you were nine or ten." Turning to me, Lyle said, "I caught him that first time and after that, I made a ritual of telling Amanda to just lie there and I'd bring her a warm washcloth and a towel. I sure as hell didn't want her to find out her son was spying on us." "And you never said anything?" Ryan said. "What, and spoil your little secret? If the truth be told, I was hoping that if you watched US, maybe you'd want to try it with a girl, too." "Well, I gotta admit, sometimes, watching your big dick pumpin' Mom, I think about it." "So, Rascal, you wanna get a chair from the dining room and take it in the bedroom or do you want to hide in the bathroom?" "All right!" "You sure about this, Lyle?" I asked quietly as the two of us headed to my bedroom and Ryan retrieved a chair. "I'm never sure about anything when it comes to Ryan." "No, I mean, you and me." "Am I sure you're man enough for me? I think you'll live through the experience." I was startled by Lyle's sudden interest in having sex with a guy. A week or two earlier, he hesitated at being naked in front of us and now it was like he couldn't wait to get undressed. My old fear of entrapment returned. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Ryan struggling with the chair, both being about the same size. I took that moment to whisper to Lyle, "Rascal would get a thrill out of undressing you. I'll make sure that's as far as it goes but would that be okay?" "You, I can say 'no' to. Him, I can't." Lyle smiled. "So if HE asks you, you'd let him?" Lyle tilted his head in a way that indicated he was pretty sure he'd allow it. "But you can't tell him to ask me," Lyle said. "That's not fair." "I won't. I only asked because I'm always looking for ways to make Ryan happy." "I know you are. I guess that's why I'm finally giving in and doing this." "Damn! And I thought it was because you found me to be so irrisistably attractive." "That, too. I've got to admit, that monster cock of yours looks more like torture than pleasure but Ryan seems to like it." "Follow my lead, okay?" Then turning to Ryan I said, "Let me help you." "No, I can get it," he said huffing and puffing, trying to get the chair through the doorway. "Watch your ..." "Ow!" "... knuckles," I said. I grabbed the chair just before Ryan dropped it to shake off the pain. I set the chair about two feet from the bed on the long side and toward the foot end. "That should give you a pretty good view of everything." Ryan climbed onto the chair. He squirmed around until he got comfortable, put his hands in his lap and stared at the two of us. When neither Lyle nor I did anything, Ryan said, "What?" "I believe our ritual is that you always help me undress. Are you going to embarrass me in front of your father by not being the dutiful little boy I've trained so well and bragged about so often?" "Oh! I thought you'd just jump in bed and tear each other's clothes off," Ryan said jumping down to help. "That's YOUR fantasy. It'll have to wait." I pulled my shirt off--something Ryan can't easily reach because he's so short--while Ryan loosened my belt. He ran to put my shirt in the hamper and raced back. "I thought you'd get ahead of me," he said breathily. "This is the way we always do it. Why should I rush this time?" "Duh!" Ryan said, using jerky eye movements to indicate his dad. Ryan unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans while I toed out of my shoes. I stepped out of my pants. Then Ryan folded and hung them in the closet beore rushing back to kneel at my feet and pull off my socks. He put them to his nose, which surprised me, and sniffed them. Then he inhaled deeply. His hand darted down to his crotch and squeezed his erection through his cargo shorts. Still kneeling, he tugged my boxers down and I stepped out of them. Then Ryan leaned over, kissed each foot, sat up and kissed the piss slit of my hardening but still dangling cock. He ran the underwear to the hamper and returned. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Uncle Dickey?" "Do you have something in mind?' I watched as Lyle rolled his eyes. I'm fairly sure Lyle thought I was sending Ryan some secret message that would suggest to him that he should undress his father, without me actually telling Ryan what to do. "Well ..." Ryan said as if thinking very hard, "I know you love to see ME nekkid! You bone up every time you see my stiffy--and my cute butt. You LOVE to look at my butt." Then with his head bowed he said, "But you said I couldn't get undressed until after Daddy left." "That's true." "Can I get undressed for you, anyway? Please?" I knew that was just a ploy for him to get naked. "Well, normally I'd say yes but we have company." "Daddy's not company. He's ... Daddy. He's seen me naked before. And besides, he's seen you ..." Then, as if a 100 watt bulb went on over his head, Ryan said, "Oh, I get it. Company first! Daddy, can I help you get undressed?" "You're just evil," Lyle said looking at me with a smirk. "Okay, son." "But no touching ... like ..." I looked down at my cock, "well, you know what I mean. Your daddy would feel very strange to have you touch him so intimately." "I don't know why. He's touched me--when I was a baby and all." Ryan unbuckled his father's belt. "That's different." "Grownups always use that as an excuse and if you ask me, it's LAME!" Following my example, Lyle removed his shirt and handed it to his son. Ryan looked around, knowing he couldn't toss it in the hamper, so he hung it on the back of the dining chair next to the bed. He returned to unsnap and unzip his father's pants. Lyle held the waistband and said, "Could you untie my shoes, son?" Ryan dropped to his knees to do as he was asked. When Lyle let go of his trousers, Ryan pulled them off, jumped up and hung them in the closet. Lyle stood there in black calf-length socks and tight white briefs--made all the tighter by the erection pointing toward his hip. Ryan rushed back and knelt to take off his father's socks. Again, he sniffed them. "Can I kiss your feet, Daddy?" "Son, I don't want you to turn into a little ..." "Uh, Lyle, can I uh ... well, bottom line is, it's your decision but the only way Ryan can decide if he likes something is to try it." "I know, but I don't want ..." "That's my point. It's supposed to be about what HE wants ... or doesn't want. Maybe after he tries it a few times, he'll decide it's not for him." "Hey guys, I'm right here," Ryan said. "What don't you want to tell me?" "I'm only saying something now," I said, "because the other night Ryan tried to be ... the master and I shot him down. Now I wish I hadn't. I didn't mean to, but later I realized he has to learn all this on his own. Hopefully with OUR help but it'll be his decision to ..." "Be what?" Ryan asked. "Submissive," Lyle said. "Or dominant," I added quickly. "I don't care which I am or which I become, I just want to know if I can kiss your fuckin' feet!" Ryan said annoyed. "God! Adults take all the fun out of everything. I don't EVER want to grow up." "Peter Pan," Lyle said. "Why do we read them those stories? It just gives them false hope." "Hello, up there. Is anyone home?" "Yes," Lyle said, as if he were in an automatic response mode. "Goody!" Ryan leaned over and kissed each of his dad's feet. "Can I take these off?" Ryan asked, reaching for his dad's briefs. Lyle shook his head 'no' as he held onto the waistband. "No! Let me. Please?" Ryan pleaded. "Okay, but no tricks," Lyle said. "I promise." Ryan grabbed the waistband on the sides near Lyle's hips and slowly peeled them down, revealing Lyle's cock--a centimeter at a time. By the time Lyle's cock actually popped free, I was leaking pre-cum just from anticipation. Once Lyle's balls came into view, Ryan yanked the briefs the rest of the way off. "Wow! That's the biggest I've ever seen it! "That's because you're so close, son." "Oh, yeah. Can I kiss it?" "Ryan," I warned, "what did we agree to?" "Um, let's see, you and I agreed that I wouldn't touch Daddy. But if Daddy says I can, then I should be allowed to." I raised my eyebrows at Lyle. Out of my peripheral vision I saw his cock jump, probably just thinking about his son's lips on his cock. "One quick one," Ryan pleaded. "It's what made me. I should at least be able to show my appreciation." "Just a peck, that's all.," Lyle said. Ryan swooped in, kissed Lyle's dick head and shuddered from the sheer excitement. "Hey, you wanna know what?" "What?" Lyle and I said simultaneously in the same lackluster tone. "I've got a riddle." "What is it?" Lyle asked. "You guys know a woman's ... uh ... down there, is called a bush?" "Yeah," we said. "This is kinda like a visual riddle." "What is it?" I asked. "You've heard that a 'bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?" "Yeah," we both said warily, wondering where this was leading. "Well, what's better than two birds in a bush?" "I give up," I said impatient to get it on with Lyle but wanting to humor Ryan, too. "I give. What?" Lyle said as if he'd played this adolescent riddle game innumerable times. "A cock in each hand!" With that, Ryan grabbed both our cocks. Then, giggling, he said, "Get it? A cock is a bird and what's better than a cock in each hand?" "I know the answer to that," I said. Ryan looked at me quizzically because he hadn't meant his rhetorical question to be part of the riddle. "What?" Ryan asked. "A cock in each end. But if you don't let go of my man," I said possively but with a smile, "I'm gonna have to get the newspaper ... and I'll make you roll it up yourself." "Can we do that?" Ryan asked excitedly. "What, swat you for touching me?" Lyle said. Ryan snatched his hand away. "No. Whichever end you don't take, Daddy, I'll take. We can tag team him, Daddy. He'd like that." "How do you know?" "He just said so, didn't you?" Ryan said looking back and forth at us like a puppy trying to figure out which one of us has the squeaky toy. "Well, I have to admit, I've never had a father/son tag team gangbang." "I can help teach ya," Ryan said, "since it's your first time." "I think I know what I'm doing," Lyle smiled. "But this is different. It's not like with Mom. You gotta go slow and let your partner get used to it. Especially you! You're a lot bigger than me, so you've gotta be EXTRA careful." "Yeah, you're right," Lyle said. "I wouldn't want to break your new toy." I flopped down on the bed and began stroking my cock. "Whenever you guys come to a decision, I'll be right here." "Which end do you want, Daddy?" Ryan stripped out of his clothes in a flash. "Which do YOU want?" Lyle countered. While Ryan quickly folded his clothes and put them in his basket in the closet, he said, "His ass." "I'll flip you for it," Lyle said with a wink at me. "Okay," Ryan said, not realizing Lyle had something else in mind. Lyle leaned down, twisted to one side, grabbed his unsuspecting son around the waist and flipped him in a cartwheel onto the bed just barely missing me. I saw Lyle's head snap back in shock as Ryan's cock smacked him on the cheek when he was in the inverted cartwheel position. Giggling, Ryan said, "Uncle Dickey, do you think you can take Daddy up the ass?" "Maybe, if I had something to muffle the screams," I smiled. "Okay, Daddy, you can have his ass first." "No," Lyle said, "you called first dibs. It's yours. Besides, you'll have to show me how, remember?" Again, there was that sexy wink at me. "Do you think you can suck Daddy's big cock, Uncle Dickey?" "Yeah, I think so." "You won't choke him, will you, Daddy?" "Not deliberately," Lyle said. "You don't have to use a condom, Daddy, 'cuz you're clean. We all are. But if you want to, they're in the nightstand. Uncle Dickey doesn't like the taste of 'em but he'll let you use it if you want. Did you know ..." "Shut up and fuck!" I said. "Oh yeah. Uh, Daddy?" "Yeah?" "You think you could put something in his mouth? He's gettin' awful lippy." We all laughed. Ryan pushed in, all in one thrust, while Lyle straddled my head, facing Ryan. I got a good look at his honeydew melon butt cheeks as his cock descended into my mouth. "Ummm," I said in appreciation. 'Finally, a man-sized cock on a man-sized guy,' I thought. I sucked Lyle like he was a lover, not just another cock to service, like in prison. All the while, I wondered if Lyle would report back to Ryan, during one of their "debriefing sessions," if I preformed well or not. "Oh, fuck!" Lyle said. "I've forgotten how good it can feel." 'Maybe he won't wait for the debriefing,' I thought. I squirmed my hips to get better penetration from Ryan and my erection flopped on my belly, making smacking noises. "It's been a long time," Lyle crooned. "Nuh uh, Daddy. Mom blew you last week." "Yeah, but it's not the same." "What's not?" "A blowjob from a guy is so much better," Lyle said. There was a few minutes of blessed silence while Ryan found an easy rhythm and Lyle found a comfortable depth. I'd eventually be able to take it all, but I'd have to be in a different position. His cock was so similar to Ryan's but longer. I'd guess Ryan had peaked at the girth ratio but he might get some additional length as he matured. Ryan broke the silence. "But you said it's been a long time." "It has been." "You've been blown by a guy before?" Ryan asked in disbelief. "Well, yeah! Haven't you?" "Well, yeah! But I'm gay! "Well, you're not the first guy to ever get a blowjob from another guy." "Well, ... I'll be damned!" Ryan said. Just the thought of Lyle being so 'okay' with all this excited me even more and I moved my hand to my cock to give it a squeeze. "So have you ever given a guy a blowjob?" Ryan asked his dad. "Don't I always play fair?" My cock oozed a glob of pre-cum--one of those that was more cum than pre-cum--at the thought of Lyle sucking cock. "You mean it? Did you like it?" Ryan asked excitedly. "Would you blow Uncle Dickey if I asked you?" "No, I can't suck your Uncle Dickey," Lyle said. My hopes were dashed as fast as they rose. "But I think Number Two Daddy deserves to get as good as he's giving." As Lyle leaned forward, I raised my head to keep his cock in my mouth. As he sucked my cock into his mouth, he settled back again and was able to drive his cock a little deeper down my throat. For all its size, his cock was quite pliable and with a swallowing technique I'd developed in prison, I was able to deep-throat him. "Ungh," Lyle said appreciatively. "Oh, man! You should see this," Ryan said, continuing to pound my ass. "He's taking all of you. He didn't even have to get used to it. Jeez, Daddy, you're a natural!" Then Ryan giggled. "A natural-born cocksucker. How awesome is that!" If it were possible, I'm sure I felt Lyle's cock swell with pride. At least I hoped so. I was enjoying his cock in my mouth too much to give up sucking on it because of premature ejaculation. As thoughts of how magnificent his cock was rattled through my mind, I eventually decided I'd only relinquish it if he promised to fuck me with it. "You wanna see me shoot, Daddy, or do you want to use my spunk for lube?" Lyle released my cock long enough to say, "Lube," and devoured me again. When he heard Ryan's grunts and groans, Lyle reached between us to touch my face--the universal silent sign for "I'm gonna cum." It gave me a chance to release his cock--or keep sucking. I kept sucking. I couldn't reach his face so I pressed up on those beefy mounds of pectoral flesh he calls a chest and he got the same message. He gripped the base of my cock but not too tight. The light touch made me think he was prepared to take my cum but prepared to yank it out, too, if I squirted too much for him to swallow. Lyle unloaded his jism into my mouth and just as his spurts subsided, I released my own flood. To his credit, Lyle took it all. "Give me some, Daddy," Ryan whined. Lyle lifted his head and kissed his son. Ryan's cock started jerking in spasms inside my ass and I knew he was dumping the biggest load of his young life. To have watched his dad suck cock must have been a dream come true, but to exchange my cum with a kiss from his dad must have been the ultimate fantasy ever to be realized. "He cums a lot, doesn't he, Daddy?" "Yeah," Lyle said breathily, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. "We had a guy in college we called 'cum-a-cupful.' We measured it once and he was able to fill a measuring cup up past the quarter-cup mark." "Damn! That's a lot," I said. "You'd run a close second," Lyle said. "Good thing I was here to help with the overflow, huh?" Ryan said, licking his lips before wiping them with the back of his hand. "Yeah, right," Lyle said with a chuckle. I squirmed over to one side and reached for Ryan. "Come here, Rascal." I laid him along side me, wrapped my arm under his neck and over his shoulder before we rolled onto our hips and kissed. While Ryan was running his tongue between my teeth and gums, searching for remnants of his father's spunk, I patted the bed for Lyle to lie down. We crushed Ryan between us protectively with Lyle spooning up close to Ryan's back. "Wanna save some of that for me?" Lyle asked Ryan. When Ryan broke his kiss, Lyle leaned over his son's head, looked me in the eyes and said, "Thanks. I needed that." Then he kissed me. My cock jerked against Ryan's belly as I felt Lyle's tongue dart into my mouth. "I love you, Daddy." Then, looking up at me, he said, "I love you, too, Daddy Two." I rubbed Ryan's hip while Lyle rubbed his little belly--what he could reach of it, squeezed between us like he was. In a matter of minutes, Ryan's eyes got heavy. After Ryan fell asleep, Lyle and I rolled onto our backs to stare at the ceiling for a while. Ryan stayed on his side--glued to my hip. I said, "So, Lyle, how come you agreed to this?" "I was afraid if I unleashed that old desire for mano y mano sex again ... well, I thought if I ever gave in ... I'd be doing Ryan a disservice. You know, by not being a straight role model for him. I've been battling conflicting desires all my adult life. Like I say, I'd experimented in college--not often--and enjoyed it but I wrote it off as youthful rebellion. Then, I joined the military, got engrossed in my career, got married--hoping to prove to myself I truly was straight--and then Ryan came along. Ever since I found out he was gay, those latent tendencies have returned. All I think about is what we could do together if I were gay, too--or bi. Not like THIS--not incestuous thoughts. It was more along the lines of going to gay parades together or--when he's old enough--gay bars, things like that." Lyle sounded like he was on a roll, so I didn't interrupt. "Ryan complains about not being able to do things with me because he's gay, uh ... I'm talking sports and things, so I figured that bars and parades would help fill the void. But when you told me he had a father fixation ... all I've been able to think about is ... what would it do to him, psychologically. I couldn't live with myself if I did anything to this little rascal that would scar him permanently." Lyle rolled onto his side again, pressed his hand to Ryan's hip and stroked him lovingly while he slept. "As much as I'd like to convince you to keep doing this with us and give in to your desires--to please Ryan I mean--ultimately, I'm afraid, it's your decision. Bottom line, it's gotta be what you feel COMFORTABLE doing. If you're NOT, Ryan will pick up on it right away." "Yeah, he's pretty astute," Lyle reflected proudly. "Whatever you decide, I know it'll be the right choice for Ryan." "Thanks, I appreciate your vote of confidence." After a few quiet moments, Lyle said, "There's something else I want to talk to you about, too." Ryan snuggled closer to me, pressing his cock deeper into the flesh of my hip, making my cock chubby-up and move on its own. Lyle moved the hand he had resting on Ryan's hip over to caress my lower belly before grasping my cock gently. "I gotta admit," Lyle said, "the boy's got good taste." "And he tastes good, too." "And you say you're not trying to influence me!" Lyle chided good-naturedly. "So what's on your mind?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. "Amanda and I usually take Ryan up north to open the cabin for the summer season. Normally we'd do it Memorial Day weekend, but Amanda can't make it. Any chance you'd want to go? Kinda get the lay of the land?" "What's that, about six week from now? Uh, sure, I'd love to. If it's not ... you know, an imposition." "I wouldn't have asked if it were." "When do you plan to leave?" "I thought you and Ryan could go up Friday night after work. Because the holiday starts our summer-hours work schedule, I'll have to work till nine or ten that Friday. You two could start getting things aired out--Ryan knows what to do. Then I'd meet you up there no later than noon on Saturday. The three of us could spend some time together, kinda like this if you want." "It sounds great but I have to be to work on Sunday." "I'd really like some time with Ryan alone--without his mother. Would you mind driving back alone? That would give Ryan and me Sunday to ourselves to sort all this stuff out, maybe." "No, not at all! It really sounds like the best plan." "Then it's settled, you'll go?" "I'm looking forward to it." I said, cupping Lyle's hand as he continued to caress my cock which was causing me to get hard. "Don't start something you can't finish," I warned. "I'm not finished with you by a long shot," Lyle said. He stopped caressing my dick but left it resting protectively on top. To be continued. Thanks for coming back for more. Also, thanks to all those who emailed me with their comments. Comments can be sent to me at dickhickey@a2zestful.com or zestful@myexcel.com. If you liked this story, please consider checking out stories written by me and my friends at www.a2zestful.com. They are well written, edited for grammar and punctuation and include military, voyeuristic, adult/youth, and tales of the paranormal, to mention a few.