Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2016 09:13:37 -0600
From: J L <spartaguy23@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Neighborhood - Chapter 14

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The New Neighborhood - Chapter 14

I decided to lay on my stomach so all of the cum wouldn't run out onto
wherever I was going to sit.  The boys all sat on the floor or laid down as
well.

"So, what are we going to say about Jaime and me?" I asked.  I had broken a
rule and was now a bit worried about it.

"Why do we have to say anything?" asked Jaime.  "When Noah told me how good
it felt when you fucked him, I decided I wanted to try it and wanted you to
be the person to do it."

"The dads always say that we are old enough to make decisions about sex on
our own and that's why they let us do this," said Noah.  "So it doesn't
make sense that we can make this decision.  It would be different if it
were some strangers who might hurt us, but you and Coach Drew would never
do that."

"Yea," echoed River.  "I'm thinking more and more that I want to get fucked
to.  My dad kind of scared me about, saying it would hurt.  But, it sure
looks like you guys all like a cock in your ass."

"Well, it is probably still best to keep this among us," I said.  "I don't
want to lie to your dad's.  Obviously, Noah and Jayce's dads don't think
there is any reason not to do it, but we need to get the other dads on
board before we do anything like this in front of them."  The boys all
nodded and voiced their agreement.

"Well, you sexy young men, I've got some things to do, one of which is get
to a bathroom and see if I can rinse some of this boy cum out of my ass," I
said, starting to get to my feet.  "You guys really filled me up."  That
brought some boyish giggles from the group.  It was fascinating to see them
switch back and forth between still being young boys one minute and then
fucking like a man the next.  I guess for me being around them, it was the
best of both worlds.

After cleaning up and getting a bite to eat, it was almost time for the
markets in Asia to open.  I double checked all of the feeds to and from
various entities.  It all looked ready to go.  As I sat waiting for things
to start to happen, I reflected a bit on where things were.  I was having
by far the best sex of my life and most of it involved teen and slightly
pre-teen boys.  I knew I was hooked on continuing to do things with these
boys as long as I was able.  Would I need to turn to younger boys as they
aged?  Or was it more just the absolute joy and innocence of their approach
to sex?  They looked on it as fun, no baggage about what it meant, just the
enjoyment.  But while the sex may be open and free, Noah definitely had a
boy crush on me.  What to do?

Work was another quandary.  On one hand, I generally enjoyed it.  On the
other, being free of the hassles of meetings and committees had been like a
whole new world.  Just being able to program and create had been more
enjoyable than work had been in years.  And it stood to make me a lot of
money.  Even though markets move very quickly, watching a program searching
for opportunities in real time was more tedious than I thought it would be.
At first I was afraid it wasn't working, but then things started to move.
There was a trade, then two, then 10.  At 11:00 PM, I decided to head to
bed.  Things looked like they were working just as we planned.  We had made
$3,000.  Real money.  Not a test.  I had made $1,500 sitting naked in my
office watching a screen.  Not bad work if you can find it.

The first hour of work was more or less spent with people coming by and
checking in on how my week off had been.  This was the part of work I
loved.  Chatting with folks, establishing those relationships, some very
close, some lasting only as long as a particular project.  Cam stopped by
to see how things were.

"So, do I have my best employee's full attention again?" he asked good
naturedly.  I decided I needed to be honest.

"For now, yes.  Well, mostly," I said.  Cam looked both confused and
concerned.  "I have to tell you about what I was working on last week."  I
went over the project at a high level, ending with telling him the
potential money I would be making.

"Wow!  That's 'fuck off' money," said Cam.

"It's what?" I asked, not understanding.

"It's enough money so that no matter who it is that says something you
don't like, you can look them in the eye and tell them to 'fuck off' and
not care about the consequences," he explained.

"Yea, I guess it is really," I said.

"So...........are you going to tell me to fuck off?" asked Cam seriously.

"You mean quit?  I honestly don't know.  Actually, doing the work last week
was amazing," I said.  "It's the other stuff that is so tedious.  I'm not
sure I can stay here and do one without the other."

"Perhaps, there is a way to structure it so you do only what you want,"
said Cam.  "If you were a contractor, rather than an employee, you could
work on what you wanted and tell me to fuck off if I suggested something
you don't like.  Think about it.  Now, about that project management
software selection committee-----."

"Yea, Cam, about that - fuck off," I said laughing.

"Well, that didn't take long, did it?" he said laughing as well.  "I guess
I will find someone else to be on the committee.  Are we still on for
dinner tomorrow?"

"Definitely," I said.  "I'm looking forward to meeting your husband and
son."

"Great!  Be there about 6:00?  Have a cocktail and then eat?  That is,
unless your new stop time is mid- afternoon," he said jokingly.

"Sounds good," I said.  As he walked away, I wondered what his husband and
son looked like.  Cam was a very sex man.  It's a generalization, but I
guess I expected his partner to be as attractive as he was.  I had brought
my personal laptop and fired it up to check on things.  It was 10:00 AM and
things looked like they were working smoothly.  Total gain so far was
$7,000.  I shot Jordan a quick email letting him know everything looked
like it was going great and where we were.

The rest of the morning sailed by.  I had brought my workout clothes and
decided a work out over lunch would be good both mentally and physically.
It was the same guy at the check in counter as when Noah and I had been
there a couple of days before.

"Flying solo today Lance?" he said, smiling.

"You know, if we are going to be on a first name basis, I'm going to need
to know yours," I said, teasing the young man.

"Well, that seems only fair.  I'm Zach," he said extending his hand.  Zach
was about 5' 10", slender, but nice shoulders.  He had medium length dark
hair and hazel eyes.  Even though the warm up outfit all of the employees
wore hid the exact contours, I knew his body would be very sexy without
anything on.  In short, he was a very attractive young man.  "But, Lance,
it doesn't seem like you are quite as excited to be here as last time you
came to work out."

"Well Zach, so far I've only seen things that are mildly exciting since I
arrived," I answered back challenging him a bit.

"I see, perhaps that will change soon," he said with a smirk.  He then
raised his jacket and t-shirt, acting like he was scratching an itch, but
he lifted it up past his right nipple, which had a few stray, dark hairs
around it and looked like a pencil eraser.  He tweaked it briefly and then
lowered his clothing again.  "Have a good work out, Lance."  The last
phrase was almost a seduction.

"I will, but it looks like some of the best equipment isn't out on the
floor," I said and walked away without waiting for a response.  It had been
a while since I had been at the gym for an actual workout and didn't want
to overdo it.  I did a circuit of weights, focusing on my upper body.
After some squats and lunges to get at least a bit of lower body into the
mix, I decided to head to the locker room and take a quick steam before
heading back to work.  I wondered if the guys Noah and I had played with
before would be there, my cock stirring slightly at the thought.  I
stripped down and went to the shower to rinse off quickly before hitting
the steam room.  There didn't seem to be as many guys in the locker room as
last week.

I opened the steam room door and walked in.  No one was in the most visible
portion of the room, but when I turned to the left, I saw Cooper and the
guy with the tattoos.  The tattoo guy was sitting on the bottom level and
it looked like Cooper was almost sitting on his lap, a towel covering their
midsection.  To someone walking in, it might have looked like a son sitting
on his dad's lap.  While that may not have been the most appropriate thing
for a naked father and son to do, it would have been better than what was
actually happening.

"It's okay, it's Coach Lance," said Cooper as he began moving up and down
on the guy's lap.  It was obvious Cooper had the guy's cock in his tight
little ass.  "Hi Coach......" said Cooper, his face filled with pleasure.
The older guy removed the towel covering them.  He was sitting on the edge
of the seat, his legs spread, and Cooper squatting over his cock, riding it
and moaning.

"Come on over and join us Coach Lance" said the guy, with a devilish grin.
I pulled my towel off, my hard cock pointing forward as I took the several
steps.  "Nice cock, Coach Lance."  With that, he began stroking me.

"Cooper loves having my cock in his little butt," said the guy.  "Don't you
Cooper?"

"Yessssss........." moaned Cooper as he continued to thrust his hips up and
down on the guy's cock.  "You really loved it the first time we fucked,
didn't you Cooper?" the man said.  "You begged me to fuck your little ass
didn't you Cooper?"

"Yes.......wanted it so bad........thank you for fucking me......soooo
good," he said, bracing himself on the man's legs, his body began to shake
in an intense orgasm.  "Don't stop......keep fucking me.  Your cock feels
so good."

"Oh baby, your sweet little ass is doing wonderful things to my cock.  I
think Coach Lance wants to see me really fucking you, so were going to
change positions a little bit," he said.  He easily lifted Cooper up and
turned a bit sideways.  Cooper put a hand out to steady himself and bent
forward a bit.  The guy with the tattoos began to move his hips, sliding in
and out of Cooper's ass.  I was mesmerized, stroking my cock and watching
the scene in front of me.

"Come closer and watch my big cock fuck this boy Coach Lance," said the
guy, in a lower voice, his pleasure obviously growing.  "Oh, fuck, this boy
is nice........I bet you know how good it feels to have a boy butt on your
cock, don't you?"  I nodded, not taking my eyes off his 7" cock sliding out
and then disappearing into Cooper's skinny hairless ass.

"After I fill his boy butt with cum, I bet you are going to stick your big
cock in his ass, aren't you Coach," the man said, his pace increasing.  "Do
you want your Coach to fuck you when I'm done?"

"O god, yessss," said Cooper.  "Will you please Coach Lance?  Please?"  I
couldn't speak, but just nodded my head.

"He said yes Cooper, I'm going to fill your little ass with my cum and then
your Coach is going to slide his big cock into your little ass........are
you sure you can take it Cooper?" the guy was thrusting hard and fast, but
Cooper just cooed and moaned all the more.

"Yesss.......want him to fuck me..........ohhh........ohhhhh........yes,"
and Cooper began to shake again.  His little ass must have clamped down on
the 7" of man cock sliding in and out of it because the guy hesitated for a
moment and then pushed in hard, pulling Cooper's hips back toward him.

"Ohhhh......yeaaaaa.........." he leaned his head back, eyes closed, his
orgasm washing over him.  After three hard thrusts of sending his cum into
Cooper's ass, his strokes slowed down.  He opened his eyes and looked over
at me, a smile on his face.

"Ready?" was all he said.  My cock was aching and leaking pre-cum like
crazy.  He pulled his cock out, it was dripping with his cum.  He guided me
into position behind Cooper.

"I want to watch that big cock slide in this little boy butt.......go to it
Coach Lance," he whispered in my ear.  His words only made me hotter.  I
put the head of my cock at Cooper's hole.  It was still gaping open,
waiting for the cock that had just exploded in it to go back in.  But his
ass wouldn't care that a different one was about to enter it.

As soon as Cooper felt the head of my dick pressing against him, he pushed
back, slow and steady, taking my 8" all in one motion.  I could feel the
cum in his ass, some of it slurping out all around his little hole.  The
guy must have dumped a huge load into the boy.

"Coach, is that your cock?" whispered Cooper, rocking back and forth a bit,
still getting used to the biggest dick he had ever had fucking him.

"It sure is.  You feel so good......are you okay Cooper?" I asked.

"It's so big.......but good.....start fucking me Coach," said Cooper.  I
didn't need to be told twice.  I started slowly sliding in and out of the
tight ass.  His little butt was magnificent.  Cum was all around his hole,
more pushed out when my cock went in.

"Oh yea, Coach, fuck the little guy......fuck him good, damn your cock
looks so hot in that little ass.....I know how good that feels," whispered
the man, his hand caressing my ass.  I reached for his slimy cock.  It was
covered in his own cum.  I stroked it as I fucked Cooper.  I could see the
guy reaching his other hand under Cooper, taking a hold of the boy's hard
little cock.

None of us spoke for the next several minutes, we just enjoyed the
sensations.  Cooper was already learning to squeeze his little ass muscles,
making his chute even tighter.  The cum in his ass made it so easy for my
cock to slide in and out.  As with all of the little boys I'd fucked, the
feeling on the head of my cock each time I pushed into that tight little
ass was nothing short of amazing.  I felt a finger exploring my own ass.  I
spread my legs a bit giving him more access.

Cooper was first.  "Happening againnnnnnn........" and his little body
shook for the third time in the short time I had been there.  As soon as
his ass clenched on my cock, it triggered me.  I let out a muffled scream
as I pumped at least 6 shots of cum into the boy's ass.  I had to sit down
and brought Cooper into my lap, hugging him to me.

"Thanks Coach, that was amazing," said Cooper, squeezing my arms as they
wrapped around him.

"Yes, it was.........ahhhhhh!" the guy had taken his dick in his own hand
and was jacking himself off.  His cum blasted out.  The first shot hit
Cooper's chest, the second and third onto me.  Cooper was straddling my leg
and I could feel the cum running from his ass down onto my leg.  I glanced
down and there was actually a small pool of white liquid on the floor.

"So, other than learning about how much he loves sex, what do you coach
Cooper in?" asked the tattoo guy.

"He's my soccer coach, and he's awesome," said Cooper giving out more
information than I would have preferred.  I was starting to feel a little
bit guilty about what I had just done.  I was consumed by lust and there
isn't much that could have kept me from burying my cock in his tight little
ass, but now I was having second thoughts.

"Don't worry Coach," he said.  "Your secret is safe with me.  After all,
I'm the one who took this kid's ass cherry last Friday.  I'm Scott by the
way."  He extended his hand and then sat down.

"Cooper, do you remember what we talked about in Noah's backyard about what
we are doing," I asked.

"Yes......but I haven't told anyone Coach.  I promise!  I didn't think it
would matter with Scott since he likes to do things too, but I still never
told him anything," said Cooper, a bit worried that he was in trouble.

"That's fine," I said, stroking the back of his head to comfort him.  "You
just need to be careful Cooper.  Not everyone is as nice as Scott.  There
are some men who might be here that won't take their time and make sure
they aren't hurting you."

"Your Coach is right," added Scott, thankfully backing me up on this.  "And
most of the guys at the club would be very upset of they saw us do this or
if you tried to get them to do something with you."

"Oh........ does that mean we can't do things here anymore?" said an
obviously disappointed Cooper.

"It just means we all need to be careful, especially if you are here
alone," I said.  "Can you promise me that?"

"Yes Coach!" he said, turning around and hugging my neck.

"Okay, I need to get in the shower and get back to work," I said.  We got
up to walk out of the steam room just as the two guys who I had met before
were walking in.  Seeing me with what was obviously a different young boy,
both men gave me a look, a knowing smile, and a hello.

We each went our separate ways to our lockers.  I was in a bit of a hurry,
both to get back to work and to make sure the trades were doing okay.  I
saw the other two in the showers, but due to the time crunch and the fact
that there were a number of other men showering, nothing went on and I got
back to the office in short order.

There were still a couple of hours of trading to go, and we had made just
over $14,000.  All of the feeds and programs still appeared to be working
perfectly.  I was pretty proud of myself for having pulled it off.

The afternoon was filled with all of the types of things I hated about my
job.  Status meetings with people talking why something won't work instead
of how to make it happen, other people blaming everything except the things
they could control, and finally, others asking the impossible in terms
deadlines and reduced budgets.  Part of the problem was that non-technical
people who had no clue of what was really required to do what they wanted
were the ones setting the delivery times.  But they underfunded and
under-resourced everything.  And then we spent hours trying to explain why
we weren't meeting the timelines.

I was in a conference room with 15 people.  Cam and I had spent the last
hour explaining to a junior executive who thought he was hot shit why a
deadline he was trying to impose on the team was impossible to meet.  I was
nearing my breaking point.

"We have a saying in the technology area, you can have something done
cheap, fast, or good, but you only get to pick 2 out of the 3," I said.
"Let us know which ones you want and we'll deliver."  "Cute, but I want all
three.  And that's not negotiable," said the asshole.

"Well, I've worked with this team for a number of years.  They're talented
and they're good and I am pretty sure they all would like to say exactly
what I'm about to say to you," I said, getting up from the table.

"Oh? What is it that you think they would like to say?" he said with a bit
of a sneer.

"You're so stupid, you don't know your ass from a hole in the ground," I
said, and as I leaned down near his ear and loud enough for everyone to
hear, I said:

"I want you to........FUCK OFF!"  And I walked out.

I have no idea what happened in the meeting after I left and really didn't
care.  I hadn't actually planned to quit, but I suppose it was inevitable.
I guess it was a matter of whether I could quit faster than the asshole
could have me fired.  I started looking for a box to pack up my personal
belongings, as I was pretty sure I was going to escorted out of the
building.  I looked up and Cam was walking toward me with the rest of the
team behind me.

"Hoooooolllllllyyyyyyy Shit!" he whooped, laughing.  "You have no idea what
you just did."

"Why?  What happened after I walked out?" I asked looking at 15 smiling
faces.

"The guy lost it and starts yelling 'Is he right?  Is that what you all
want to say?  Huh, is it?  Just fucking walk out after him if that's what
you think' and so we all did," said Cam.

"And then, when it was obvious his whole project was going to be in the
shitter cuz everyone was leaving, he starts changing his tone," said Trent,
a co-worker who I really liked.  "He was saying 'Wait!  We can talk about
the budget again, don't go!  Please, let's talk' but we just kept walking."

"Oh my god, dude, you're me hero!" said Judy, another great co-worker.
"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to say that to him.  And you
actually did it!"

I didn't have the heart to tell them that I really was walking away and
that it didn't matter if I had this job or not.

"Okay, we need to make this walkout complete!" said Trent.  "Drinks at The
Social!"  It was 3:00 in the afternoon, but off we went.  I told them the
first round was on me, which only elevated me more in their eyes.  Cam was
about 30 minutes later than the rest of us.  He had actually stayed to talk
the asshole's boss.  The boss was incensed at the behavior of the
asshole. The long and short of it was there would be a new project leader
and budget and timeline that made sense.  He relayed the news to the team
and more cheers went up.

As the party was breaking up, Cam put his arm around me and asked, "So, I
need you to come in tomorrow to help me completely clean up the aftermath
of all of this.  You can tell me to 'fuck off' at mid-day, but I need you
in the morning."

"Fair enough," I said.

I woke up with a bit of a hangover, but by the time I had showered had a
cup of coffee, I was feeling fine.  Driving to work I wondered "Did I quit
yesterday or just tell a higher up to fuck off, expecting that I would get
fired?"  By the time I pulled into the parking lot, I knew that I hadn't
quit yesterday, but I was going to today.  Telling someone to 'fuck off'
once makes you a hero, doing it several times after that makes you an
asshole.

Cam had me meet with higher up boss and detail all of the issues.  Unlike
his underling, he grasped the situation immediately, assured us that we
would get the budget we needed.  As we left the office, Cam stopped me and
said, "Lance, I know you are about to tell me that you're quitting and I
can't blame you a bit.  But I would like to hire you as a consultant.  Your
brilliant at design.  I've been an idiot and promoted you out of what you
are really good at and what you enjoy.  You can't leave today anyway, from
what I hear, you are already a legend.  You need to bask in some of your
glory for at least a day before you leave."

A good part of the rest of the day was spent retelling or hearing others in
groups or meetings retell the story.  It did make me feel pretty good about
myself.  Right before I shut things down for the day, I checked the
program.  Between yesterday and today, my share of the profits was $16,000.
I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I did know that my days of being
someone else's subordinate were done.  I went home, showered, changed into
some shorts and t-shirt and headed to Cam's.  He had specifically told me
it was very casual.

It turned out, Cam lived only about 15-minute drive from me.  His
neighborhood was slightly more upscale than mine, but not really expensive.
It was what I would have expected from a family with two people making good
money.

Cam opened the door with a boy that looked about Noah's age standing beside
him, eager to see who the dinner guest was.  Cam reached out and gave me a
hug.

"Lance Jenkins this is my son Tristan," he said as I entered the house.

"Hey!" said Tristan, reaching out his hand.  He seemed a very confident
boy.  He had blondish brown hair, neatly cut.  He was slender, but not
skinny.  It looked like he favored Cam in a lot of ways.  I didn't know if
the boy was biologically Cam's or not.  Tristan was in board shorts and a
tank top.  He looked to be about Noah's height.  Cam was in shorts and a
t-shirt as well.

"Beer or wine?" asked Cam as we walked toward the living room.  As we
entered, a man was bent over, looking in a cabinet for something.  I could
tell from the back that he was wearing shorts and a wife beater t-shirt.
He had some serious ink on his back.  I couldn't help but notice that his
ass looked tight and shapely.  He stood and turned around.  His look was
shocked, but slowly turned into a mischievous grin.  If I could have seen
my face, it would have looked equally stunned, but without the smile.

"Lance, this is my husband......" Cam started the introduction, but stopped
in the middle and began laughing.  "Okay, when and where did the two of you
hook up and how long ago was it?  I want the details."

"You remember the young boy at the club that I told you about?" said Cam's
husband.

"Yea, Cooper, but what does-" Cam said.

"Yep, and the guy who fucked him right after I did?" interrupted Cam's
husband.  "That's where we hooked up.  Yesterday.  He put his big cock into
a little boy butt filled with my cum."

I was still dumbstruck.  It was obviously him.  The tattoos, the hair.  I
wanted to run screaming from the house.

"Well, isn't this the smallest little world," said a grinning Cam, putting
his arm around my shoulder.  "I think we all need that glass of wine."

"Wait, Dad, have you already had sex with him?" asked Tristan, indicating
me.

"Well, it would be more accurate to say that we had sex with the same
person, one after another," he replied.

"Lance, honey, you need to sit down and drink this, you look like you've
seen a ghost," said a still grinning Cam.  "Oh, it seems you two have sort
of met, but you may have traded bodily fluids without actually introducing
yourselves.  Lance Jenkins, best employee ever, my husband Scott Morgan."

Tristan whispered something in Scott's ear and Scott whispered something
back.  Tristan then went running off toward a hallway, which I assumed went
to his bedroom.  At least he wouldn't be in there when we addressed the
elephant in the room.

"There is no reason to be emabarrassed or worried Lance," said Scott,
trying to reassure me.  "Obviously, you know I enjoy the same things you
do.  Cam does as well, just so you don't think he would get all judgey on
you.  We are a very open family in terms of sex.  Cam and I have an open
relationship and that includes anyone who consents, regardless of age.
Now, normally, I wouldn't have done anything with a boy that young, but he
was very insistent that I fuck him.  I was worried if I didn't do it, he
would ask the wrong guy to pop his cherry."

At this point, a very naked Tristan came back into the living room.  He had
a small patch of brown pubic hair above a 2" cut little cock.  His balls
were plum sized and hung down slightly.  He was a very sexy kid.  Cam had
sat in a chair and Scott and I were on either side of a sofa.  Tristan sat
between us.

Looking at Cam, Tristan said, "Dad said I could.  He didn't think Lance
would mind.  You don't, do you?"

I still wasn't sure my voice would work, so I just shook my "no".  Tristan
turned sideways on the sofa, pointing his cock and balls more in my
direction.  He leaned back into Scott, who put an arm around his son, his
hand resting on Tristan's stomach.

"I'm sorry, this has all been quite a shock to you Lance," said Cam.  "I
don't know what all you have done or are interested in doing, but trust me,
Scott and I are avid boy lovers.  We are somewhat new to it, but once we
started, we thought it was amazing.  It has brought the three of us very
close together.  Are you going to be okay?"

"Yea, I guess," I stammered.  "I'm still kind of new to it all and
obviously, I wasn't expecting to see a guy I'd been in sexual situations at
the club turn out to be your husband."

"Well, I guess things move in mysterious ways," said Scott.  His hand had
moved down to his son's cock and balls.  He was absentmindedly stroking the
boy, making his cock grow to about 4".  "How long have you been having sex
with boys?"

"It started about a week ago," I said and gave a high level account of the
neighborhood and some of the activities.

"So, the other boy you were with at the club with before Cooper, he is one
of the neighborhood boys?"  asked Cam, trying to clarify who was who.

"Yes, Noah is his name," I said.

"Well, we have been doing things for about 9 months.  Scott and I have
always been pretty open about sex and nudity.  We were always comfortable
being naked.  Other than diapers, Tristan has never worn much around the
house," explained Cam.

"So, that meant from a young age, Tristan had seen us hard.  And on more
than one occaision, he would see what two gay men do with each other when
their dicks get hard," continued Scott.  Tristan turned a little sideways
so Scott could still play with his cock, but his afforded him the
opportunity to slide his hand up Scott's shorts and play with his dad's
cock and balls.

"About a year ago, Tristan wanted to join us," said Cam.  "He had started
shooting cum, so he thought that meant he should be able to do what the
grown ups did."

"Well, you have to admit, it made sense," said Tristan, obviously paying
attention to the conversation.  "I knew you guys did it with people other
than the two of you, so I thought I should get to join, but you wouldn't
let me."

"Of course, at first the idea horrified us, right?" said Cam.  "But it was
becoming a huge issue.  Tristan was acting up in ways he never had before.
Then one morning, I woke up and I was getting an amazing blow job.  The
covers were on top of the person sucking my cock, so I just assumed it was
Scott."

"But I had snuck into my dads' bed and was giving one of my dad's an
awesome blow job," said Tristan, smiling smugly.

"It was indeed an awesome blow job.  I blew a huge load and then pulled the
covers back so I could give Scott a kiss and their he was," said Cam.  At
this point, Tristan had worked his dad's shorts up the side of his leg and
had freed Scott's hard cock.  Tristan began bobbing his head up and down
the hard 7" of his dad's dick.

"I didn't want to over react, so I just went downstairs and talked with
Scott about it," continued Cam, not seeming to notice or care that his son
was sucking a cock while the discussion was going on.

"As we were talking, Tristan came in and hugged Cam and said thank you,
that was the best thing ever and then he walked over to me and started
doing what he is doing now," said Scott.  "At that point, I think we
realized that resistance was futile........Oh my god....son, give me a
minute." And with that, Scott stood up and dropped his shorts and
underwear.  Now he sat on the sofa with his body facing me.  His muscular
chest still filling out the wife beater he was wearing.  Tristan climbed on
the sofa, his little ass pointed at me and his head in his dad's lap,
sucking his cock and licking his balls.

"So, for a couple of weeks, we experimented in different ways of
incorporating the three of us into oral play and the change in our
relationship was amazing," said Scott, running his hand through his son's
hair.  I couldn't help staring at Tristan's little butt.  "He wants you to
touch it," said Scott.  Why do you think he has his ass in the air right in
front of you?"

"Does Tristan get to have sex with other people as well?" I asked.

"Um, I'm right here!  Just cause I have a hard cock in my mouth doesn't
mean I can't hear you.  And yes, I do have sex with other people, lots of
them," said Tristan.  "And dad's right, it would be hot if you played with
my butt."  And then he wiggled his ass at me and went back to sucking his
dad's cock.  I reached over and ran my hand over his little
cheeks. Squeezing one and then the other.

"First we started letting him fuck us," said Cam, continuing their story.
"He is big enough to certainly feel good when he puts it in.  But of course
he wanted us to fuck him and we were hesitant.  I'm pretty average, Scott
is a little bigger, but his ass is awfully skinny.  So, one Saturday
morning, we were down here having our coffee and Tristan comes downstairs,
turns around, drops to his hands and knees, and shows us that he has an 8"
dildo buried in his ass and he starts to fuck himself with it.  Not just
slowly sliding it in and out, but really fucking himself, hard.  Lance, do
you care if I take off my shorts?  My cock is hard and kind of trapped in
my underwear.  Feel free to take yours off as well."  Cam and I stood and
dropped our shorts and underwear.  His 6" was standing proud and hard.
Tristan left his dad's cock and turned around.

"Wow, nice cock.  It's big," cooed Tristan.  "Can I touch it please?"

"Of course," I said.  My initial shock had worn off and I was feeling more
like I was back in the neighborhood with some of the dads and one of the
boys.  Not only did he touch it, he began sucking it.

"Where were we?" asked Scott.  "Oh yea, the dildo........he made himself
cum and then turned to us and said-"

"Either you two can fuck me or I'll get off using your toys," said Tristan
interrupting my blow job but then going right back to it.  The boy had
obviously sucked cock before.  He was using his tongue to tease and tickle
the head of my cock.  I stroked his back, reaching down to caress his ass
again.

"It was obvious that he could handle each of us from a size standpoint,"
said Cam.  "We set up a special night and I took his cherry.  Oh my god,
did that feel good.  Scott had sloppy seconds.  But he wanted us both again
before the night was over."

"I love getting fucked," said Tristan, bobbing back up.  "Are you a top?"

"Versatile" I answered.

"Awesome," he said and went back to my cock.

"Well, I don't really want to fuck before we eat, but we need to do
something about our hard cocks," said Scott.

"Let's do it just like I did down at Los Gallos," said Tristan.  "That was
awesome.  You remember when I got cum beads from you two and Mr. Murphy all
at the same time?"

"Los Gallos?" I asked.

"We'll tell you about it while we eat," said Cam.  "But the point is, he
wants us to all stand together and he will suck us."  With that Tristan let
my cock go and we stood up, me in the middle and Cam and Scott on either
side.  Tristan went to Cam's cock first.  It was amazing, the little boy
easily deep throated his dad's cock, taking him all the way down.  Scott
leaned in and starting sucking my nipple.  Tristan's hand had found my cock
and he was stroking it.  I reached down and did the same for Scott.

After a bit, Tristan moved my hand off Scott's cock and pulled him toward
me.  It forced him to release my nipple, but it continued to tingle.  Our
cock heads were touching and Tristan was bathing them both in saliva,
sucking one then the other and finally getting a bit of each cock into his
mouth and tickled them with his tongue.  Scott's chest was expanding with
his heavy breathing, each time he took a breath, the thin white material
stretched over his very well defined chest.  His nipples stuck out through
the white covering.  I decided to return the favor.  I started nibbling on
Scott's very hard and erect nipple.  The wife beater was thin enough that
my tongue and teeth were still doing their job and Scott started moaning.
All of the sudden, I felt Cam doing the same to me as Tristan focused
solely on my cock.

I knew I was getting close and I warned Tristan, "Gonna cummmmmmmm!"  I
could see he had his dads' cocks in his hands and was stroking them as he
gave me an incredible no hands blow job.  I left Scott's nipple and just
focused on my own pleasure.  I grabbed Tristan's head and held it still.
My hips began moving back and forth.

"That's it, face fuck my son," Scott whispered in my ear.  "He's a little
cum slut.  Cum hard....he won't spill a drop.  Slide in deep.  Give it all
to him.  He can take it."

The feelings on my cock combined with the cocksucker's dad urging me on, it
didn't take me long.

"Ohhhhhhh.......yea!" I yelled.  "Take it!  Take it!"  Finally, my hips
started to slow down and Tristan let my cock slip from his mouth.

"Me!" yelled Scott.  Tristan immediately swallowed his dad's cock as Scott
slammed his dick all the way into his son's mouth.  I was stunned that he
could take it all.  Scott's body shuddered as he obviously filled Tristan's
mouth with his hot cum.  Cam had been jacking off watching the show and his
breathing made it clear he was about to nut.  "Tris......soon," was all he
managed to mutter.  The young boy took his third cock into his mouth.  He
was on his knees, his cock sticking straight up against his stomach.  I
could see the shine of pre-cum on the tip of his 4".  I dropped to my knees
and swallowed it whole.

Tristan squealed in delight even though he had a mouthful of cock.  I
stroked his balls as I sucked.  They had contracted and I expected his cum
shot shortly.  His dad beat him to it.

"Yea baby, you are so good to your daddy.  Ohhhh......ohhhh, yes baby,"
moaned Cam as he added his jism to the boy's mouth and stomach.  Having
taken care of the three man dicks, Tristan focused on his own pleasure.  He
grabbed my head and started face fucking me, doing to me exactly what I had
done to him a few minutes earlier.

"Don't stop....don't stop......don't stop......."  Tristan squealed as I
felt his boy cum start to splash on my tongue.  It was sweet tasting, just
like boy cum should be.  After his body shuddered with pleasure several
times, he took a step back and pulled his dripping little cock from my
mouth.

"Wow, that was even better than at Los Gallos," said Tristan, leaning
against Cam for both the body contact and to steady himself.  "Thanks for
sucking my cock.  That was awesome."

"Well, now that we have all had a bit of a release, how about if we eat?"
said Cam laughing.

Dinner was a lovely salmon pasta dish.  Any discomfort any of us had felt
earlier was obviously gone.  Cam and I had removed our shirts, so we were
totally naked.  Scott kept the white undershirt on.  It looked like it was
painted on and it made him all the more sexy.

I got all of the information on their relationship and life.  They had
always had an open relationship when it came to sex, so it really came as
no surprise that Tristan was as sexual as he was.  They had swirled their
semen and used a surrogate to carry Tristan, so he was biologically one of
theirs, but they didn't know whose.

"You were going to tell him Los Gallos," said Tristan.

"Oh yes!  Oh my gosh, what a place," said Cam.  "I had been in a chat room
and started private messaging with someone who seemed to share our
attitudes.  We chatted off and on for a couple of weeks, neither of us
coming right out and saying that we were having sex with our sons, for
obvious reasons.  Finally, he opens up and tells me that he and his son
have been having sex for over a year and that they just went to a resort in
Mexico for men and their sons.  I was still being evasive, thinking this
could still be a some sort of a sting.  Finally, he says, "here let me show
you how real this is.  He starts camming with me and he is naked and hard
and then his 13 year old son comes into the camera range and the guy stands
up and sticks his cock into his son's ass and fucks the hell out of him.
After he came, he sits back down and says 'okay, believe me now?' and I say
yes, I guess so......"

"Long story short, he hooks us up with the resort," said Scott picking up
the story.  "Amazing place.  Everyone thinks like we do.  Tristan was in
hog heaven.  Up to that point, he had only had sex with us."

"I had 5 dads and 9 boys fuck me while I was down there," said Tristan,
obviously proud of himself.

"And got lots of cum beads.  You get those when someone cums in your
mouth."

"But it sounds like your neighborhood is a mini-resort," said Cam.  "how
many of you are there?"

"Well, there are 4 dads, my friend Drew, and me," I said.  "On the boy
side, there are seven in the neighborhood, Cooper and another kid off the
soccer team.  They range in age from 16 to 11.  Cooper being the youngest."

"Holy shit!" said Cam and Scott at the same time.  "That is a mini-resort.
But if you wanted to do the real thing, maybe you could get a dad or two
and one of the boys and go down there.  We could certainly vouch for you."

"How many of the boys have you fucked?" asked Scott.

"Let's see Logan, Noah, Jayce, and Jaime," I answered.  "The neighborhood
boys have all fucked me and I know I've sucked all of the boys' cocks.
Cooper and Kris, the other soccer boy, just started doing things with us,
so I haven't done much with them."

"Until we double teamed Cooper in the steam room," laughed Scott.

"Let's get a glass of port and go to the living room," suggested Cam.

This time, the three adults sat on the sofa, with me in the middle.
Tristan started out on Cam's lap.  After a bit of conversation, he moved to
Scott's, leaving Cam with an obviously hard cock.  My dick was getting hard
just watching them.  I was feeling comfortable enough not to worry.

Cam finished his drink and said, "I've wanted to do this for years." And he
buried his face in my lap sucking my cock.  If Tristan was good, his dad
was a master at sucking cock.  He immediately had me moaning.  I looked
over and Tristan was standing on the sofa, feeding his dad his boy dick.
This had the effect of putting his little butt at the level of my face.  I
grabbed a check in each hand and spread them.  My tongue was deep in his
little ass before he knew what hit him.  He screamed in delight and pushed
his butt back toward my tongue.  MMMM, a great mouth on my cock and my
tongue licking a boy hole.  I was in heaven.

"I need a cock in my ass," announced young Tristan.

"Let's show Lance how we fuck, little boy," said Cam as he got on his back
on the thick carpeted floor.  There was some lube in a drawer in the coffee
table.  After quickly prepping Cam and his own ass, Tristan climbed aboard
his dad, slowly lowering himself down the length of Cam's cock.  He was
leaning on his dad's chest, his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the
cock sliding in and out of his little ass.

As I watched Tristan ride up and down on his dad's cock, Scott stepped in
front of my face and looked down at me.  He was still only wearing his wife
beater, his hard cock rising up and over the bottom of the shirt, his balls
hanging down.

"Want to suck me?" he asked with a smile.  I didn't need to be asked twice.
I leaned forward and he pointed his cock toward my mouth.  I could taste a
hint of pre-cum on the head of his dick.  I ran my hands up underneath the
shirt and played with his nipples.  They had once again got very hard and,
given the moaning he was doing, the combination of the blow job I was
giving him and the nipple pinching I was doing, had excited him to a pretty
high degree.  We carried on for awhile when I heard Cam start to be more
verbal.

"Oh yea baby, daddy is about to cum in your sweet little butt," he
said. "Oh, you make your daddy feel so good.  I love you baby."  And with
that, he drove his hips up off the floor, giving his son shot after shot of
his cum.

"You are harder than I am, so take the next round," said Scott.  "Are you
ready for Lance's big cock?"

"Yes, please," said Tristan, getting up off Cam and getting on his hands
and knees.  "Dad's cum should make your cock feel really good in my butt."

I got on the floor and lined my cock up with the boy's ass.  It was a
typical sexy boy butt, slender, small cheeks......with cum dripping out of
the slightly open hole.

Some of Cam's cum ran out as I pushed into the boy.  My cock slid easily
into the cum filled chute, but as with all boys, his ass was incredibly
tight, even after having just being fucked.  I was lost in thought about
how good it felt, but Tristan didn't want to wait.  He started sliding back
and forth against my cock.  He knew just where to stop so that my cock
wouldn't come out of his ass.

I grabbed his hips and started to take control.  He cooed his appreciation
that I had turned the tables and was now fucking him, rather than letting
him fuck me.  I pulled his hips into me hard and held him there, moving my
hips around, but not pulling out.  I would ram in and out of with 10 quick
thrusts, but then hold back with the tip of my cock right at the entrance
to his ass, teasing him.

Scott had scooted down on the floor and was sitting with his cock under his
son's face.  Tristan knew what to do, as he lowered his head to start
sucking his dad's 7" dick, his ass changed position slightly, sending a
different feeling on my cock and likely for his ass.  Scott leaned back in
enjoyment, causing his chest to fill out the sexy wife beater even
more......taking in the scene, I started to pump faster and harder.

Tristan's ass was like a hot tight fitting glove on my ass.  It was amazing
watching the boy give his dad a blow job, while my cock slid it's entire
length in and out of the boy.  I was slowly pulling out and then pushing
back in hard and fast.  The mixture of speeds was doing amazing things to
my cock and seemed to be making Tristan feel great as well.  He was moaning
as I fucked him hard.

I have no idea how long I fucked the boy, but I could tell that pounding
his little ass was having the desired effect on me.  My orgasm was
approaching.  Any sense of alternating timing was out of my mind, as I just
starting fucking him hard and fast going in and out.  The head of my cock
tingled going both directions.

"Oh yea!  Oh Yea!  Oh Yea!" I yelled as I added my load to what was left of
Cam's in the little boy's butt.  I had to sit down as my knees wouldn't
really support me after cumming so hard.  As I sat, my still slightly hard
cock popped out of Tristan's ass, bringing a gush of white with it.

"Come on over here son," said Scott, "Sit on my cock.  I want to feel all
of the cum in your little ass.  I need to add my seed to what's already in
there."

Tristan did as he was told.  Scott was still leaning back, so when Tristan
climbed on, he leaned back laying on his dad's stomach and chest.  It fully
exposed his hard little cock and balls.  As he began to bounce up and down
on Scott's cock, Tristan's cock and balls were bouncing as well.  He wasn't
touching his cock, but it was as hard as it could be, standing straight up.

"Oh daddy, that feels so good," said Tristan.  "Your hitting my
spot........oh daddy, your cock is so good."  Tristan rode his dad for
several minutes, moaning the whole time.  "Daddy!.......Daddy! ......Oh
Daddy!"  and with that, Tristan's cum shot up in a little arc.  Three
blasts came out of the boy's cock without being touched.  The arc rose a
foot out of his dick and landed on the boy's chest and stomach.

"Yea baby, you're about to make Daddy cum.  I'm going to shoot my cum into
your little ass.  I'm going to make you so full of cum."  It was his dad's
turn.  Scott's hips drove into his son, adding his load to the two already
there.  After four hard thrusts, Scott lay back with Tristan laying on him,
each of them catching their breath.

"I love having a butt full of cum," said Tristan softly.  "Thanks Lance.
I'm really glad you like sex with my dad's and me.  Maybe someday, we can
come over and swim with your friends.  It sounds like they have fun to."