Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2003 10:13:55 -0800 (PST)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Journey - Sequel 01

My Journey - Sequel One
Written by Larry Laetus - ( laetuseros@aol.com )

This continues "My Journey" which first appeared in Nifty's camping
category back in August of 2003. It contains graphic sexual acts between
male teens and male adults. If you are under the age of 18, or if
possession of erotic literature is forbidden in your community (tsk), or
readership of material that present sexual relationships between two or
more members of the same sex in not to your liking, or illegal where you
reside, please pass by this story. The author retains all rights to the
story and it may not be distributed or copied to any other web site or
printed source with out written permission of the author.

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South of Phoenix, the Estrella Mountains raise up to about the 3,000-foot
level. On the north slope, one of the city's earliest settlers had built a
Spanish hacienda of mud block and cement stucco. They had built in a pool
and surrounded it with living quarters. After their children had left and
just the builder remained, he deeded the property to the local Boy Scout
Council for a camping area. It gave a wonderful view of Phoenix spread out
in the valley below, as far as the eye could see.

I was the Scoutmaster of a small scout troop, only 16 boys, but we all felt
with some work, it would grow. My son had volunteered me for the job, just
as he had volunteered me for Cubmaster. The boys were all eager, especially
when it came to camping and they scheduled at least one camp a month. It
was at the Pueblo camp-out that this story begins.

My son and his buddy Cory Brown were to tent together. On this outing, Cory
could only spend Friday night with us and would return early Sunday morning
to help clean up the site and take the hikes that were planned. My son John
and I had scouted out the area the previous Saturday with the camp ranger,
an American Indian. He suggested a particular site that gave a tremendous
view of the valley day and night. He indicated to my son John, how the
tents should be aligned around the Ramada.

For those that are not familiar with a Ramada, it is just a roof, supported
by four columns. This one had a cement floor and was supplied with two
sturdy picnic tables. Along one side was a stone counter space with a
dropped cut out section to build your cooking fire in. It also had a water
spigot on one side of the stonework. It was a nice setup that the scouting
volunteers had done over the years.

Friday night we met at the school. Several of the parents showed up
supplying the needed transportation, we reviewed details and distributed
maps on how to reach the camping site. We drove the twenty minutes through
the city and all arrive at the camp parking area. Some of the men helped
carry the heavier camping equipment to the site. They also helped setting
up the tents. As darkness settled on the mountain slope, the parents
drifted off to the cars, saying they would return Sunday afternoon around
5:00 pm.

The scouts of course were by this time settled in and I suggested we gather
some wood for a small campfire to enjoy some hot chocolate and discuss what
we were going to do on Saturday. The boys set to work and I stood back to
see how well they worked together. Not all sixteen boys were present and
some patrol members from one patrol of eight, worked with the other patrol
to accomplish the tasks. They were a good group of twelve and thirteen year
olds.

We gathered around the campfire circle. I faced the boys across the fire,
and they sat in a semi circle on the other side, their backs to the
magnificent scene of the city lights. The patrol leaders each explained
what their patrol was going to do the next day and the timetable. We
started singing some peppy songs and the Camp Ranger joined us for a few of
them. During one song, we heard the yowl of what I assumed to be one of the
local coyotes. The Ranger got up and said he had leave, he told the boys to
be sure to close and tie their tent flaps secure to keep out the coyotes,
he laughed and walked off into the night.

The boys begged me to tell a story. They liked me telling the one about the
Indian Thugees of India and of course its hero, Colonel Caruthers of
British Intelligence. During the story, the fire burnt low, and the boys
all had a glazed look in their eyes as they traveled the story in their
minds. Directly across from me there was a space between two of the boys
and I thought I saw something stir in the darkness behind them.  Slowly a
black and gray lobo wolf face appeared in the dim light of the campfire.

Without breaking the tone of my voice I told the boys, "Boys there is a
visitor to our campfire and I want you all to remain motionless, don't talk
and don't move." Several of the boys turned their heads and looked around
and the wolf moved forward into the space between the two boys. He sniffed
each boy and looked up at me, then slowly backed out and off into the
night.

"Oh, my gawd, it was a coyote come to our campfire, Oh, my gawd! I was so
fucking, sorry Mr. Laetus, scared I almost wet my pants. I felt his breath
on my face." Brian was up and jumping up and down in place. He was that
excited. The chatter and excitement abound. The Ranger walked up to our
campfire.  "Well, I guess you saw him! Our resident wolf! I'd heard him
howl earlier and went out looking for him."

Chris overheard his conversation with me. "You went out looking for a WOLF!
You didn't have any gun, he could have killed you....us...even, Oh my Gawd,
my parents will freak out. I'll never be allowed to go camping again."

The Ranger was laughing, and he told the boys to calm down. He put some
wood on the coals of the campfire and the flames flicked up giving more
light. "If you will all sit down and be quiet, I'll tell you about our
resident lobo and what he's doing around your camp this evening.'

The boys gathered around and settled down all leaning forward, eager to
hear the story. During the story we heard the lobo's howl off the canyon
walls behind us, and then down into the now quiet city below us. The ranger
told us to listen to the barking dogs and we could make out where the wolf
was traveling across the city looking for food scraps and marking his
territory. He got up, stretched, and told the boys they had better get to
bed, it was late and he was sure they had a lot planned for tomorrow.

He sat with me as we finished the last dregs of hot chocolate. He asked
what tent I'd be sleeping in, and I told him I'd be sleeping under the
Ramada on one of the tabletops. "Good that will keep you above the
scorpions and other critters that roam in the night!" He chuckled, shook my
hand and walked off into the night. I banked and covered the embers of our
campfire with the sandy soil.

 I cleared off a tabletop, spread out my foam mattress and bedroll. I sat
and removed my boots, and stuffed my socks into the opening and placed them
on the seat next to me. I slipped out of my jeans and briefs, rolled them
up as a pillow and climbed up into my sleep sack. Sitting with my legs
inside my bedroll, I removed my shirt and slid down naked into the sack. I
was soon fast asleep, with the mountains night sounds playing the symphony
of the west.

I awoke early the next morning aware that the cooking crew was up starting
the charcoal fire for cooking.  I smelt the last whiffs of our campfire as
some of the boys blew up the banked coals and started the hot water for
clean up. A couple of the scouts were trying to wash up at the spigot by
the counter.

"Scouts, you need to go to the latrine and wash shack up the hill! You
can't wash up at the kitchen sink. Now skedaddle, get a move on and let the
cooks get breakfast ready." I slipped naked out of my bedroll and sat down
on it, pulling on my briefs and jeans. I was aware of the dead silence,
then my son's voice saying, "Oh, he always sleeps naked since I know'd
him." The sounds returned and things returned to what would be a normal
volume for this age group. As I walked up to the wash shack, I was glad I
kept working out and in shape. I smiled as I overheard some of their
conversations, "Hey, did you get a gander at the banana hanging 'tween his
legs? Wow, John must be hung too, if his dad has that much!" "Naw, I saw
John's, its like a pink pencil with hair on the top!" snickers and
laughter. "Oh, you fuckers, knock it off and get breakfast ready, he'll
hear you!"

After breakfast cleanup, the scouts dispersed in every direction. I don't
think any canyon or alcove in the escarpment behind up was left
unexplored. The scouts were drifting into the campsite with bits and pieces
of treasures and keepsakes they had found in their explorations. I was
amazed at how they all seemed to assemble at noon for lunch. I had
volunteered to prepare lunch, to give them more time to explore. I had laid
out the lunch meats, cheeses, lettuce, slices of tomato, pickles,
condiments, and of course, loaves of bread. Did you know you can get ten
sandwiches from a loaf? I'd made up gallons of 'bug juice' a flavored trail
drink I had discovered while trekking the mountains of New Mexico.

Needless to say, it was devoured in seconds and the boys disappeared in a
flash, thanking me as they ran off to only they knew where. John and his
tent mate Cory Brown drifted back into camp, and Cory picked up his pack
and bedroll and they walked to the parking lot where Cory's father picked
him up and they drove off.

John came back to the Ramada and sat down next to me. He looked at me and
asked, "Dad, you want to bunk with me tonight? Cory's gone and his place is
available, if you want, that is."

"Hey that's a good idea John, I don't especially like to be exposed naked
to the guys. Did that bother you this morning?" I put my arm around his
shoulder and pulled him into me.

"Naw, it doesn't bother me, I've grown up with it. Did you know some guys
have never seen their Dads naked, let alone shower with them? I guess I've
been lucky, huh?" He hugged me tight and went off to join his buddies in
their quest for adventure. While he was gone, I moved my sleeping gear and
pack into his tent. I noticed that he had not rolled up his sleeping bag,
or aired out his jams. Well, I thought, he'll learn an object lesson
tonight when he slides into a damp cold sleeping bag.

The cook crew came into camp and started prepping the evening meal. They
were a good bunch and had taken my direction to heart. They were all
becoming skilled campers and close friends. They all lived in the same
neighborhood, went to the same school, played on the same soccer teams, and
had their special buddy to pal around with and go places. It was time I
planned interaction with other troops and stretch their existing skills a
bit and hone their interest areas. It was time to start planning the big
summer camp event.

I broached the subject that night at the campfire and threw out some
suggestions for them to think about over the coming weeks and to discuss at
their patrol meetings. I explained that they would need to start saving
funds, and gathering equipment, convincing parents that they could function
on their own for a whole week with out parents. That was all it took, their
eyes glowed and they eagerly chattered and yelped and traded thoughts and
places. I just sat back and smiled to myself, hoping that parent would lend
the needed support to make the venture possible, whatever place they
decided to journey too.

The evening campfire died down and the boys drifted off in pairs to their
tents. Quiet descended over us and the night sounds could be heard. A
Scorpion skittered across the concrete floor of the Ramada. The crickets
chorus rose, night birds tweeter added accents, the wood and earth smells
rose, the chill started creeping into the air. The world here was at
peace. I sat on the tabletop and stared at the city lights twinkling below,
the dogs bark travel across the valley. I finished my tea, just as John
joined me. He sat next to me and told me, "It's time to sack out, Dad. Come
on to bed." We walked to his tent, I watched and held the tent flap as his
lithe trim body went in. He was developing into quite a lad. I crawled in
behind him and started stripping. I rolled out by sleep sack, and crawled
inside. It was nice and dry. I laid and watched my son strip and pull on
his damp pajamas. I smiled to myself as he slid into the damp bedroll.

"Did you check for critters before you slid into your bedroll?? He jerked
his feet out quickly, then threw back the top and inspected for unwanted
visitors. Finding none, he smiled at me and pulled the top over
himself. "Night, Pop!" and we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke with John shaking me. "Dad, I'm cold, can I crawl in with you? I'm
really cold and shivering."

"Hmm, yeah, take off those pajamas and slid in next to me." He quickly
stripped off the jamas and threw them onto his bedroll. I held the flap of
my sack open and he slid in front of me, pulling the flap closed around
him. "Oh, gawd, I am so cold," and he snuggled his cold body back into
me. I had folded one arm under my head and was laying on my side. He pushed
his butt right in tight into my crotch, and my left arm came down around
his stomach. He kept wiggling his butt into my crotch and my rising cock
soon slipped between his legs just below his ass cheeks. He seemed
satisfied, then grabbed my hand and pushed it down to his hardened penis. I
automatically grasped it and he let out a satisfied sigh. "Oh boy, I
thought I'd freeze it off, your hand is so warm Dad, thanks for letting me
sleep in with you." \

"Hmmm, yeah! Are you settled in?" I inhaled the scent of his boyhood hair
resting just below my chin. I felt his body relax as he absorbed warmth
from my body. The shivering stopped and he was drifting off into sleep. His
arm slipped back to pull my hips closer to him. His hand caressed my bare
ass cheek. We drifted off to sleep.

I was aware of John's butt slapping my stomach. I awoke fully to realize my
left hand still surrounded his boy penis and he was humping my fist. I was
also aware that I had boned up during the night and my cock was riding
between his thighs and under his ass cheeks. Man, it felt good, but I
realized I was in trouble.

I mumbled sleepily, "Feel good, son?" He continued his thrusts into my
fist. I relaxed and tightened my grip sending more sensations into him. His
butt was keeping a steady rhythm on my extended cock.

"Oh, yeah! This feels real good, don't stop till I come!" He speeded up his
thrusting.

"What, what did you say?" I was aghast. Did I just hear my son ask me to
bring him off, to give him an orgasm?

"Don't let go, I'm almost ready. Shit Dad this is so cool, squeeze tighter,
jack me!" He moaned. I flipped back the bag top just as he climaxed,
spurting his thin boy juice out of the sleeping bag, pulling his ass and
thighs off my cock and he thrust his hips up and forward. Then I realized
my fist was milking the last of his honey.

He sat up and looked down at me. "That was so kewl, really satisfying,
Dad. Thanks! Hey, look I got sticky stuff between my legs." His hand wiped
some up and brought it to his face, he experimentally licked at it with his
tongue. "Tastes a little salty, yet sweet. Not bad." He was staring at my
obvious inflated prick, and it was dripping lubricating cum from the
slit. His finger shot forward and wiped some from the tip. It went right
from there to his mouth and he sucked on it. My cock got harder. I realized
my son was sexually turning me on.

I decided to become clinical, and told him, "that my boy, is lubricating
fluid produced from the cowper's gland located just below your
prostate. Some call it a mucus or pre cum fluid, honey, man juice, spoonge,
and some other names I'm not familiar with. It's designed to ease
intercourse between a man and women when they have sex to procreate. I
think it is time I gave you a book to read, "Sex and the Single Man" by
Dr. Albert Ellis. It will answer some of your questions and give you some
ideas on how to conduct yourself."

John looked at me. He was smiling. "Well, I guess you know now that I've
been experimenting with sex, so I guess I might as well tell you
everything. Cory and me, well we just started talking about girls and what
we'd like to do and well, we got boners and then decided to beat our meat
like the older guys kidded us about. It felt real good and I felt better
afterward, all relaxed and stuff. So did Cory. Well, we got together a
couple of times later. Cory suggested we get naked and do it. So we did and
it was better, especially when Cory reached over and skinned his hand up
and down my boner. I did it to him and then just gripped his with my fist
and jacked him. He shot all over us. Then he grabbed my dick and fisted me
real good and I got this tremendous feeling and I shot my jism on us."

"I'm glad you're telling me this. It's natural for two guys to experiment
that way. There is nothing wrong with you doing it. And Cory is quite a
hunk, and a buddy. Right?" I smiled down at my teenager. Yeah, he was
coming of age. I could see it in his body, his muscularity developing, his
interests going everywhere, his experimenting. My boy was becoming a man.

"Dad," he looked into my eyes, "some day I want to experiment with you. I
heard something about "gay" guys and what they do. Will you show me?"

"Yeah, I will! I'd be proud to do it when you are ready, you know, older. I
want you to promise me you will talk to me first before you go and try
that. There is a lot that you need to know and I want to be the one to tell
you about it. Now promise, promise me you and Cory won't go any farther
that jerking off together." I looked at him sharply, waiting for him to
answer. Up to now, I knew I could trust him to keep his promise. I felt
secure that he would keep anything he promised. We were very open to each
other and we discussed just about anything he came up with. It was a mutual
trust that developed between us.

"Yeah, I promise. I just heard these wild rumors about what guys were doing
in high school, like in the showers after practice or after a game." I
grabbed for him and pulled him close. I knew what he was talking about, I'd
learned about it myself, but later than fourteen. Hell, I was naïve and
seventeen before someone, that someone being Ken, took mercy on me and
introduced me to the world of mansex. Here was my son, my treasure, all
eager at fourteen wanting to know about it.

John cleaned up his "accident" as he called it and we prepared for
Saturday's events. The subject was dropped and forgotten by me. It became
obvious two years later, that John and Cory hadn't forgotten.

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John was now sixteen. Through his activities in sports, soccer, wrestling,
track, he had developed quite an impressive physique. He had reached his
adult height of 6 foot 2 inches and packed a solid 175# on his muscular
trim body. He'd taken to getting his hair trimmed close on the sides (after
years of it hanging down to his shoulders) and short on top. Yeah, I lusted
for my own son.

I'd just come home from work. I came out of the bedroom dressed in just
shorts and a baggy t-shirt. John was standing in the hallway. He held his
soaked t-shirt in hand, his chest covered in beads of sweat. He had just
come in from a game of basketball next door with Chancy. He was the vision
of hunk masculinity and the body aroma rising from his hot body assailed my
nostrils and I took in a deep breath of it. I felt my cock stir in my loose
shorts. "Hi kiddo, just get in?"

"Yeah, Chancy and I played a game of one-on-one basketball, I whipped his
ass, good! Say, pops, you remember when we were on that camping trip at the
old Pueblo and I mentioned that I wanted to know what "gay" guys did? You
told me to come to you before I did anything about it. Well, its time, I'm
ready and want to, need to, know about what they do. Mom and Amanda are out
of town this weekend and it seemed to me like a good time to do it."
Pulling off his shorts over one foot, then dropping them to his ankles he
looked at me. He was wearing his tight jock strap and socks rolled down
over his tennis shoes. He bent down to pick up his shorts and t-shirt from
the floor. As he did this, I was given the full shot of his teen ass cheeks
spread exposing a beautiful pink pucker.

I took a deep gasp of air and said, "Yeah, I remember! What brought this on
now? Are you mixing with some gay guys? Are you considering being gay?" I
stared as he removed his jock strap, his burgeoning cock filling out in
front of me. He smiled at me and fondled his nut sack.

"Well, Cory wants to take our jerk sessions to the next level, whatever the
hell that means. I don't know what he is talking about, and since I'm not
sure, I want to know all there is to know and I want you to show me what
guys do together. I got the feeling you haven't told me a lot, but you know
more than you are telling me. Cory's talking about blowjobs and rimming. I
get the idea of what fucking is all about. I just thought the time is
right, you game?"

"When do you want to do this?" I mentally closed my mouth and stopped
drooling. I had my hand under my t-shirt rubbing my chest as I stood
looking at him. He had just started to develop a thin sprinkling of golden
blond hair on his chest, arms, and legs. Since I was fairly hairless on the
chest and body, his mother and I wondered from where in the family this
hairiness came from.

"Now's a good time!" He grinned at me.

"Where do you want to do it?" I smiled back at him.

"The bathroom, your bathroom on the floor!" He started walking to me, as I
turned to walk back into my bedroom. I removed my shorts and tee and tossed
them on the bed. I lay down on the plush carpet of our bath and waited for
John's next move.

He walked in over my body, straddling me. Looking down he told me he wanted
to try this 69 bit. He knelt down, his knees at my side, his wonderfully
formed ass in my face. He rested on his arms and elbows as he studied my
crotch area. I looked up at his swollen manhood, held hard and tight
against his stomach, his pink hairless nut sack hanging down, his pink
pucker winking at me from this taught stretched ass cheeks. Oh, shit, did
the memories flood back. I hadn't done this in years.

"I know I'm expected to suck on Cory's cock, but I don't know what he's
going to be doing. You got any ideas?" I felt his hands pull my thighs
outward and his hot breath on my growing stem. I felt the tentative wet tip
of his tongue graze my hard cock stalk. It was quick and fleeting.

"Well, son, Cory could to something like this." My hands reached up to his
hips pulling my head up to where my tongue could lick at his pink
rosebud. I flicked my tongue over it like a butterfly and felt him shiver
because of it. I licked upward over his anus, and around his ass cheeks,
noticing he was beginning to grow some hair there.

"Or, he might do this," and I sucked on his tight nut sack. He let out a
wild moan and, "Oh fuck that is good, oh yeah, I'd like him to do that." I
continued to lick his sack and suck on it. He let out some choice
expletives declaring his liking what I did to him. I released my grasp on
his hips and lowered my head back down on the carpet.

"Or he might try this," and my hand reached up to grasp and pull down his
hard swollen prick to my mouth so I could suck on his glans. I noted that
the circumcision done at his birth had been done expertly. I felt no scar
tissue or rim caused from the cutting. I admired its perfection as I licked
and sucked on the glans.

"If that is what a blow job is, I don't think it's that terrific, good, but
not all that I've been told it was! I noticed he had lowered himself so
that his cock and balls were on my chest and his ass directly in front of
my face. His thighs were tight against my chest side. "I like that first
thing that Cory might do, can you do some more of that?"

"Son, that wasn't a blow job. You're not in the right position for that. I
can do some more of what is called 'riming' to you, since you seem to like
it and I like its taste so sweet and salty." My head went forward, tongue
extended, my thumbs spreading his ass cheeks wider. I spit, licked, bit,
and tongued his ass hole and ass cheeks. The smell of his sweaty ass urged
me onward, as my mind thought back to when Ken told me that one day I'd
enjoy doing it to a guy. John was moaning and swearing like a trooper. He
was getting into it as much as I was. I curled my tongue into a tube and
thrust it into the pucker. It slid inward as my lips pressed tight to his
ass flesh. I sucked and pulled my tongue out, then thrust in. I was fucking
my son's asshole with my tongue.

John was moaning a long litany of, "Oh, dad, oh, fuck, oh dad that feels so
fucking good, oh man I got to get a lot of that, oh shit, suck my ass, lick
my balls, fuck my ass with your hot tongue. Oh dad it feels so fucking
good, ohhhh, moan" I felt hot liquid form between my pecs. His cock,
pressed tight between my pecs was leaking pre cum profusely. I sucked on my
index finder, got is wet with spit and pressed it into his anus, looking
for his prostate, the male g spot. That got a loud, "Fuck, Yeah!" from John
and he pushed his ass back onto my finger.

"John, son, get up so I can show you what a blow job is and how to do
it. Let's go to my bed where we can play more comfortably." He stood like a
shot, reached a hand down to help me get up from the floor. As I rose up,
he grasp me in a tight hug and amazed me with his hot full lips pressed to
my mouth, his tongue first licking side to side my lower lip, then his fat
tongue forcing past my lips to fill my mouth and over power my tongue. I
moaned and he broke off. "And where pray tell, did you learn to kiss like
that?"

Grinning, showing me his thousand dollar white pearly teeth, his pink
tongue slightly protruding, told me, "Cory and me been practicing for the
girls, you know getting ready. I really like it. You and mom enjoy doing
it, too!"

"Yeah we do that, but we don't kiss like you do! That was spectacular. That
was super special, now let's get onto the bed and I'll demonstrate what a
real blowjob is suppose to feel like. He proceeded to crawl up onto the bed
and lay out in the middle on his back. I crawled up next to his side and
started running my hand up and down his chest and abs. Shit, he was really
built nice. I cupped his pec and pinched and pulled his nipple up into a
hard peak. "You and Cory do any of that? Its called tit play and it sends
charges down to you manhood. You can also tease like this." I raised up to
place my lips over his tit and then tried to suck it up into my mouth, then
gently bit the hard nipple. I heard him take a deep breath through clenched
teeth and his chest rose up off the bed. My free hands fingers were rolling
the other nipple and plucking it as I sucked hard on the other tit. John
writhed under me. I grinned to myself and rose off the tortured tit to bite
and suck the one my fingers had played with.

"Oh, dad, I never thought my tits were all that sensitive, but you're
playing them like the expert you are, it is such a fucking turn on." I just
hummed and licked my way down the fine hair trail to his pubes and up onto
his swollen hard man stalk. I slid my tongue on the hot surface up toward
the head to capture and devour the bead of pre cum oozing out the slit. It
tasted so good. My tongue tip flicked on that little tab of flesh that
connected the glans to the massive flesh below. John's hips swiveled in
passion. I cupped one hand under his nut sack and gripped firmly, my other
hand slid over his stomach to lift his straining hard cock up to my
mouth. I ran my wet tongue around the head, I wetly licked up and down the
blood filled stalk, I lightly sucked, then kissed his shaft and ball sack,
flicking wet licks back up to the swollen pink glans. My tongue continued
wetting down his cock, I lightly nipped it with my teeth, then kissed and
licked some more.

John was writhing and twisting, trying to get me to take his manhood deep
into my mouth, down my throat.  He was moaning and crying, whimpering in
his pleasure as I toyed with his wonderful manhood. He was ready as my
mouth slipped up and over the glans and sliding his cock over my tongue and
into the back of my throat. I swallowed and gulped him down. He screamed
his pleasure and his hands gripped each side of my head, his hips rising
forcing more of himself into my throat and mouth. He climaxed and shot his
boy cum right to my stomach. I pulled back against his applied hand force
keeping me pressed to his groin.  I was forced to place a hand on each hip
and push myself off him. His cock left my mouth and I took a deep breath of
air into my lungs. His tear filled eyes looked at me as I knelt beside him.

"Oh, Dad, that was so wonderful. I can't find the words right now to
describe how I felt, but it sure felt the best I've ever felt. It was
spectacular. If Cory can deliver like that, I'll be in heaven daily. When
my cock was deep down and you started swallowing and humming, I just about
shit! It was indescribable. I sure hope we can do that again, soon!"

I gazed at his pleasure filled face, knowing I'd really made him
happy. "Uh, son, I've also got a problem here and I do need some help, if
you'd just....."

"Oh yeah, sorry Pops" He rose up and slurped in my extended prick
swallowing it deeply, just as I had shown him. I felt his tongue moving
around pressing on my shaft against his upper palate. It felt so good and
it had been so long since anyone had sucked my dick, and with those thought
in mind I spilled my seed into my son's mouth and he swallowed it into his
stomach. He pulled off my cock and licked up the sides and licked his
lips. I looked down at him as he continued to express his love by kissing,
sucking, gentle love bites to my cock and nut sack, licking, slurping on my
still hard cock. I wound up begging him to stop. I lay down beside him. Our
hands caressed perspiration covered chest and abs.

He finally broke the silent caressing and turned to me. "That was super
Dad, I am very lucky to have a Dad willing and open enough to show me what
its like, this mansex thing the guys laugh about in the locker room. Cory
and me get confused with all the taunts given by the older jocks. They make
remarks like, "kiss ass, suck my dick, fuck you, fuck me, and its all in
jest isn't it?

"Most of the time son, but then you never really can tell what they are
thinking. So you have to play it very careful. You remember what I told you
about using those words and about swearing?" I turned my head toward him
and waited while he formed up an intelligent answer.

"Well, yeah, you said that you and mom were educated, that I had learned a
lot of the English language and that using those terms just showed how low
on the social ladder they were at. I told Cory about the example of that
kid using higher language on the baseball field, he really laughed at it.

I had told John of the college professor who was mollified when his sub
teen son had expressed his anger at an especially bad play by a teammate
calling him a "motherfucker!" The professor took his son into his study
after the game and explained that well educated people didn't need to use
those term to express themselves in public. That kind of language was
delegated to the locker room and the local bar. Intelligent and educated
people just didn't embarrass their parents and friends with they kind of
language. His son agreed with his thinking and promised he would refrain
from outburst in that kind of language. The professor felt he had made his
point and things would be better.

At the next attended game, it went well until the ninth inning, when a
baseman missed the ball and the opposing team won. He witnessed his son
throw his glove to the field and yell at the offending baseman to "go have
sexual intercourse with your birth mother, you cross between a mule and
horse!" Later the boy commented to his professor father that it was much
easier and gave more punch to say " you mother fucking, jackass!"

Well, son, I do know that the older you get and being in sports like you
are, you are going to get horny a lot, and I do mean a lot! Sex can be one
way of relieving the tension that the testosterone builds up in your
body. I am going to confess something to you that I did a year older than
you are now, and I want you to promise you don't repeat the story. Just
between we men, right?" He nodded his agreement and I told him about my
trip to Philmont Ranch in New Mexico. He listened spellbound to every word,
asked pertinent question to clear up parts. So you can see how some jocks,
do it in the showers after a game or workout. It nothing to be ashamed
about, just one guy helping another get some relief. Now having said that,
I want to caution you about some things. There are dominate guys and
submissive guys and just ordinary guys who understand what's going on.

Some alpha dominate males like to hold power/authority over the more
submissive males. You probably heard words like, faggot, cocksucker, slave
or pussy boy. Well, those words are applied to submissive males who seek
approval and acceptance from the dominant males. And those dominate males
think that sex and doing embarrassing things to humiliate the submissive
male is acceptable and desired. It's not! It exists, but its not accepted
behavior in my book. It's cruel and inhumane and just covers up serious
mental problems. With those guys, when they say those words, they seek
domination. Stay away from them. They will ruin your life and the life of
those they dominate. They use blackmail and coercion to get their way to
cover their weakness and bend guys to their will.

Those others just spout those words to be macho. It's just said, then
forgotten. Is that some help? I know it doesn't cover everything, but in
time you'll figure out what they mean. Is there anything else you want to
do or discuss?

"Yeah, I want to get fucked, you know get a hard cock up my ass. Some of
the guys say it feels real good, others say it hurts like hell and is
demeaning. I want to do it to find out for myself if what they say is the
truth or just bull shit they are slinging. Dad, I want you to be the one to
tap my virgin ass, I want you to take my cherry. You're the guy that
created me, it's only right that you do me first. You up to it, will you do
it?" He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his toes,
wiggling them.

"Wow, that's quite a lot to ask me to do. I'm really flattered, but there
is a lot to this, this fucking thing with another guy. First I have to ask
you some questions, and I need straight answers. This might make you really
uncomfortable, but I really need to ask them and get the answer before I do
anything more. Okay?

"K, I think I understand, shoot, what do you want to know?" He was staring
me eye to eye, looking deep into my eyes, his lips quivering slightly.

"I take it that what ever we do, you plan to show Cory?'

"Yeah, we're buds, we share everything. You know that!"

"How much do you like Cory, how do you think about him?"

"Dad, we're buds, tight buds, we have known each other for years, ever
since we moved here, we are unseparable, where I am, so is Cory. We do
everything together, we share our very thoughts with each other and we
think alike on everything. You must know that, he's like the brother I
never had. I, I, think I love him more than you and mom. If anything
happened to Cory, I don't think I could go on without him. We are a part of
each other.

"Okay, based on that I know how to proceed. This can be done with force and
that hurts. It takes under standing, love, and care to do it right. The
usual scenario is kissing, some tit play, making love to his cock, then
just as he is ready to blow his wad, you slip down and lick around his nut
sack, and after you get them all wet and slick, you slip under them and
lick that hard raised ridge, it called the perineum, the area between his
balls and sphincter. Oh, and some guys call it a pussy, like with a girl's
virgina. Then work your way to rimming him a bit, then slip in your index
finger, then your middle finger and, well, let me show you how it
goes. Just lay back and do what I ask you to do."

"Sit on the edge of the bed, lay back and grab hold of your legs and pull
them back to your chest."

"Yeah, I seen this in a porno film once." He laid back and immediately
exposed his entire sexual apparatus to my hands and mouth.

"Son, if you seen this in a porno, why do you want me to show you? Wasn't
that enough, and where did you get and see a gay porno film? No, don't tell
me, it was at Cory's house." I knelt in front of his upheld legs and looked
at him.

"Dad, I still don't know how it feels, I need to know if it will hurt if
Cory and I do it. Now just fuck me, will you just get on with it?' His cock
was already hard and his balls pulled up tight, so I figured he was
stimulated enough that I could proceed loosing him up for my penetration of
his virgin butt. I got up and retrieved the tube of KY jelly and squeezed a
dollop just above his pucker. With two fingers I spread it around and
worked it into his hole. Soon the two fingers were easily slipping in and
out, so I included my ring finger and started stretching his ass ring wider
and wider. He was licking his lips and whispering how good it felt. He was
ready and so was I.

I felt hot, I was taking quick short breaths, actually panting in lust as I
knelt and pressed the head of my engorged prick at his sphincter
muscle. "Okay, son, I'm going to push in, now you either take a deep breath
and let it out, or make like your pushing a big turd out." My swollen dick
head slipped in, his ass ring closed tight behind it and I slowly sunk my
man meat into his rectum. He jerked and let out a little whimper. I froze
in place. "Are you hurting?"

"Nah, it was just a thrill, a little shock or something inside me. Felt
great, you can do that again if you want too. Man, that felt good!"

"Okay, just keep your legs pulled back. I must have slid past your prostate
and hit it. I agree that does feel really good and I will try to do it
again, several times. I want this first time to really be enjoyable for
you."  My cock slid fully into him and my thighs were stretched against his
pubic bone and ass cheeks. It felt great to me also. His innards were
holding my cock shaft in hot wet proximity, his sphincter squeezing tightly
around my shaft.. He seemed comfortable with it, so I asked him if he was
all right. He nodded yes and I proceeded to retrieve my cock, sliding out
about three inches, then slowly sliding back deep so he could feel the
flesh sliding in and out past his very sensitive pucker. He was starting to
moan and pant and flinging his head side to side, and licking his lips, his
eyes closed. Yeah, he was enjoying his first fuck and enjoying it
immensely.

I broke into a steady rhythm, and soon the slap, slap, slap of my thighs
hitting his ass cheeks filled the room. John soon started talking, talking
about how it felt and that he felt he was going to blow a wad.  I verbally
encouraged him to cum for me, to send his seed flying from his dick as I
pounded his ass. I was working up a sweat. I felt his ass clench my cock
and his prick jerked up and sperm filled the air as he unloaded onto his
chest and shoulders. It was enough, the visual sent me to filling his
virgin ass with my seed, the seed that with his mother's egg, produced this
hot stud under me. His legs dropped along side me and he totally relaxed,
his arms flung up over his head. His fresh musk rose to entice me to bend
forward and sniff, then lick his sweat filled armpit. He giggled as he felt
my tongue lap up the silky hairs in his armpit.

Laying back, his arms behind head, I gently lick his armpit, nuzzling my
nose in it. He exclaims, "What? You like that?" "Yeah, I get off on it. You
want to try? It salty! It smells good." "Yeah, dad I want to try all this
man stuff with you. I want to know what gay guys do with each other."

"You like it? You like licking my armpit odor? Man, that is a turn on in
itself." His eyes closed as I licked the sweat off the hair, and moved to
his other armpit. My fingers worked his nipples, but they were desensitized
and didn't respond with the pleasure shots to his groin.

I moved my musk flavored lips to his and let his tongue lick and taste his
sweat. Then I lowered my lips to his and thrust my tongue in his mouth
where he could taste his own sweat. I pulled back and looked into his
gold-flecked hazel eyes.

"Gawd, dad, that was so great! I love you so much! Thank you so much for
showing me. Now I know I don't have anything to fear when I show Cory. He
will love it! I can hear his little screams and yelps of joy right now! You
know he get really verbal as I suck on his dick!" He was smiling as he
reached up and pulled my head down for another long wet kiss. I moved off
his chest and lay by his side and we drifted off to a half sleep to
recharge our batteries.

I awoke later to his hand caressing my chest, his fingers flicking and
teasing my titty tips. I stirred slightly and opened my eyes. My cock was
semi erect and laying on one thigh.

"Uhm, Dad, can I fuck you now? I mean, I also need to know how it feels to
fuck Cory and how to do it right." He continued to tease my tits and rub my
chest.

I grinned at him, "Well, you just need to do what I did to you." I knew his
plan and of course I wanted to feel his fat challaber up in my ass and to
feel his seed warm my innards. So I played the game with him.

"Awe, come on Dad, you know what I mean. You can tell me if I do it right
and what to improve on, come on, I let you do me, now it my turn to do
you!" He was doing his pleading and put on his usual pout trying to
convince me to let him go ahead.

I chuckled as he tried to wheedle out my consent to be fucked. "Well, I
guess turn around is fair play. How do you want to do it? You want to try
something else, a different position, maybe doggy style?" I glanced at his
perfectly formed, circumcised swollen dick which throbbed and lifted with
the blood being pumped into it He was taking short breaths, he was rising
to the challenge, his eyes were becoming glazed with lust as he agreed.

I rolled over and raised up on elbows and knees. He scooted forward and
started rubbing the KY into my ass ring. I felt him roughly thrust a finger
into my ass pucker. "Hey, take it easy buddy, that's sensitive tissue back
there!"

"Oh, sorry Dad. Didn't realize how much it took to force my finger in." He
had now worked another finger in and was thrusting in and out with them. I
enjoyed the rubbing sensation and was wiggling my ass cheeks side to
side. He slapped my ass cheek rather hard and told me to hold still. I
complied rather quickly. Talk about dominate behavior, he had it. He
scooted closer and I soon felt his hot glans push against my pucker, and
with a quick pop it pushed my ass ring open and then I felt the slow slide
of his greased dick filling me. His pubic fuzz tickled my hanging balls,
and I reached a hand down to draw them up and out of the way. John soon got
the hang of the thrust and withdraw and was pounding at my backdoor with a
steady rhythm. He was so cute, his eyes closed, facial features contorted
with his efforts and the tip of his tongue sticking out the side of his
mouth.

I really don't know how long he pounded his fat swollen cock into my as,
maybe fifteen minutes, maybe a full half hour, but I knew he was straining
and working up a sweat. His eyes closed, his head swinging from side to
side as his hips slapped against the back of my thighs. I was rocking
forward with each thrust deep into my rectum. He was hitting my prostate
with each hard thrust and my cock was leaking mucus that puddle on the bed
sheet below me.

He groaned and shouted "Oh, Shit!" and his thrust was so hard it nearly
flattened me to the bed. His cock and hips were raising upward and he was
twisting and then fell forward onto my back and his arms wrapped around me
as he had one hell of an orgasm. I felt his cock jerk and pulse inside me
and really felt his warm seed fill me and trickle down my inner thighs. His
hips gave me several short quick humps and then I felt his chest tear away
from my back. He rose up and sat back on his haunches, panting. I looked
back through my spread thighs and watched as he recovered from his massive
climax.

He started softly laughing. "Dad, I wish you could see this, my cum is
dribbling out of your asshole and down over your thighs. It's the fountain
of youth! Man, I really came a lot, must have been the biggest load I've
shot. It was so good, really good!"

I rolled to my back and joined him chuckling at his deep voice as he
expressed how good it felt to him.

He had grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and was wiping my thighs
and ass free of his cum. I asked if he really wanted to waste all that
protein. "Huh, what do you mean waste, you're a mess back there!"

"Well, if I were Cory, I think he'd like to feel your tongue lapping up all
that protein juice of yours. You might also like to rim him and suck out a
mouthful of your cum to share with him in a lip lock swapping spit kiss."

"Yewh! Dad that is so gross!" I saw the look of disbelief on his face, the
revulsion at the thought.

"Son, think about it. You're planning to take a load directly from his cock
when you blow him and swallow it down, right?"

"Yeah, but that isn't coming out of his asshole."

"So what is so wrong about eating your own cum? So its coming out of his
ass, it still your own cum. Don't you want to share that with him? It's the
only way to get it from his ass to his mouth by using yours to transport
it. Look, try some and see if its as revolting as you think it is." He bent
forward and I felt him lick cum from my inner thigh. I stifled a moan of
pleasure. He sat up and was tasting it on his tongue.

His face lit up in surprise. "It tastes a lot like yours! A bit tangy,
acidy, but not all that bad. Shit, if its all protein, we won't have to eat
much this weekend." I was enjoying his 'shit eating' grin. That's my boy
and what a sexual stud he's turning into.

"How about a shower to clean up all this cum, and then we can go out to get
a steak dinner." I rolled off to the side of the bed and walked toward the
bathroom. He crawled over the cum stained sheets to follow after me. He
commented on how firm my ass cheeks were, he'd never notice that before. He
insisted on working a lather of soap up in his hands and using his hands to
wash my body. His soapy hands explored every inch of my body. It was an
erotic massage. Really enjoyable and it had been so long since Ken or Rocky
had done that to me...ah, the memories flooded back.

"What are you thinking Dad, you look miles away?" He turned my body into
the spray to wash off the lather of soapsuds.

"Oh, just recalling some fond memories in the shower with friends I once
knew." I took the soap from him and told him to lean against the wall with
his arms outstretched. I proceeded to scrub him down, just like Ken had
done me in that shower in Rayado. I pushed my cock into my sons firm ass
cheeks and reached around him and pulled at his cock and nipples. I bit his
shoulder as I slapped my groin into his ass, the memory was that intense.

"Ouch! Fuck dad, that hurt! What the fuck are you biting me for?" He turned
to stare at me, hurt in his brows.

"That son, is called marking. And it usually is done at the height of
sexual arousal, when you release your cum into the vessel of your
desires. You probably have notice purple marks on your friend's necks or
shoulders? I guess you call them 'Hickys'. It's the result of biting and
sucking the blood to the surface of your skin." I recited the story of Ken
giving me one during my first fuck with him and not knowing it, but
everyone else in camp saw it on me.

"You mean I'm going to have one? Shit, Cory will be jealous as all get out!
Wow, wait till I tell him about that! I probably come home covered with
them. Kind a like trophies, huh?"

"Yeah, but he probably won't see this one, cause its on the back of your
shoulder. Sorry, I just got carried away with the memory of it."

"Hey, Dad, its okay. I'm glad you shared. Shit there is still a lot of your
life I don't know about, huh?"

We toweled dry, slipped in to some clothes and went out for a steak
dinner. We were never closer than that evening. Coming home, we watch some
porno, got turned on again, and slept together after some satisfying mutual
sex. John slept with my cock up his ass all night spooned tightly together,
my arms locked around his muscular frame. The smell of his fresh shampooed
hair filling my nostrils as we drifted into a relaxed sleep.

We didn't get a chance to get together for mutual sex for about a
month. John was busy with school and wrestling and sports in general. He
would come home form wrestling practice and tell me how he got a boner as
he pinned some guy and how he'd felt the guys hard on press into him. How
he and Cory had gotten together in the shower and jerked off together. It
was hot stuff and it kept me hungry for him.

The girls were back home and doing the usual fussing and getting in our way
as they were want to do at times. My wife noticed that John and I were more
'touchy-feely' than we had been and asked what happened. I dismissed it
with a "he just realizes what a great Dad he has and is showing that he
appreciates me."

The girls planned another camp out and were going to be gone for a long
four-day weekend. John started acting real excited with life. I felt he was
planning something that involved Cory, himself, and me. I just had to wait
for him to bring it up. He did, asking if Cory could come spend the weekend
with us, since his parents were away on a trip, and the girls would be gone
from our place. I said it was okay, and he launched out of the house at a
run to Cory's to tell him the news.

Friday night the girls took off in the van for their extended weekend away
from home.

John and Cory came in all sweaty from their one-on-two basketball game next
door with Chancy. They were all giggly and slapping at each other. I
watched these two masculine hunks display their hunky bodies before
me. They were dressed in just their skimpy camp shorts and sneakers. They
headed for the cooler to obtain two frosty cans of soda. They returned to
the family room and flopped on the sofa together, legs sprawled wide. They
asked what I was doing and I told them just reading. They asked if it was
okay to load this new porno film they had picked up and really wanted to
watch.

"Won't that get you all sexually excited and horny?"

"Dad, that's the idea. Why don't you watch it with us? You'll get a kick
out of it; it's real campy and a lot of laughs. Come on, be a sport. Watch
it with us!" Cory went over to the VCR and inserted the tape. It started
with these two hunks making out on a chaise lounge by the pool. It was hot
sex, with some nice cock and ass shots. The three of us were getting all
hot and bothered. The boys stood and shed their shorts and jock straps and
came and pulled off my t-shirt and shorts. Then went back to the sofa and
proceeded to slowly stroke their hugely swollen cocks as they watch every
move the actors made. I reach down and started fondling my own package with
both hands, one on my nut sack, the other sliding on my shaft.

The boys were soon fondling each other, whispering and giggling with each
other, as they would occasionally glance over at me in the lounger. The
movie action was getting hotter and two guys started sucking this one guys
big cock.

John looked over at me. "Dad, Cory wants you to fuck him with that big cock
of yours!" Cory laughed and slapped John's shoulder with an open hand.

I looked over at the two of them as they gleefully teased each other with
soft slaps and kisses. "Son, it's one thing with us playing together, but a
whole dangerous ball park when we involve Cory! If some adult found out
what we were doing, I could go to jail for life!"

"Aw Mr. Laetus, I want you to fuck me, I want to feel if it's as great as
John says it feels, the fucker won't let me prong his ass...and well, I
really need to soak my cock in some hot ass. So what about it? Will you do
it this weekend? Nobody but us three will know about it. I sure as hell
won't tell anybody I've been fucked in the ass and enjoyed it. Pl-eeeze!
I'm begging for it, man I crave it!

"Okay, since you want it so badly, and I know you two have this weekend all
planned out, and this porno film has me all hot and bothered and I really
need to get off, it might as well be your ass that I do it in. John, go get
the KY jelly and we will start to loosen up Cory's bung hole." I watched as
the two high fives each other and John produced a new tube of KY from under
the pillow of the sofa.

I grinned, they had it all planned out. I was going to be involved anyway,
so gave up. "Okay where do you want to have it done?

"Yeah, thanks Pop, I knew you'd do it. I told him he couldn't fuck my ass
until you had plugged his real good. I know you will enjoy this, he is so
tight. I'll go get some pillows. He wants to get it bent over the cigarette
table. Dad, its okay, we've done it before, it works swell, you'll see."

"Cory, is what John said, true?" I looked at Cory and he was trying hard to
look cute and sexy at the same time.

"Well, yeah, we did it a couple of times when you were out of town. It
works neat, the table rocks under me and John's really active when he fucks
me." John returned with a firm pillow and placed it on the tabletop.

"Okay, pussy boy, get your sexy body over here and spread those thighs for
me." John was standing by the table his hand pointing down.

"John, I'll talk to you later. You don't call you best buddy a pussy boy!"
Cory bent over the pillowed table and wrapped his arms around and under the
table. He knelt against the table and looked back expectantly at me.

I tore open the foil packet of the Trojan I'd brought in from the
bedroom. "I want you guys to promise to use one of these if you fuck around
with women. It will keep you from catching any of those nasty diseases that
are spread by sexual contact. John get over here and roll this on for me."
I knelt back and my cock rose out hard and firm as John rubbed some lube on
the my shaft, put a small drop on the urethra, placed the condom and rolled
it down my shaft. "Hey, good job son, you've had experience with these?"

"Well, duh, of course Dad, we been experimenting with everything!"

I scooted forward on my knees and spread Cory's ass cheeks with my
hands. John came closer and applied a good dollop of KY to Cory's pucker
and pushed in with two fingers. I heard Cory gasp at the invasion of his
most private part of his anatomy. John's two fingers were working in and
out, and Cory was moaning for me to plug his ass with my oversized cock.

Cory started talking. He explained that Johns had talked about how much it
felt good. I ran my hands up his sides from hip to arm pits. He was firm
and solid. I asked, "so you guys done this before?"

"Yeah, now we want to do it with you." They were both grinning like the
Cheshire cat.

With Cory bent over the table, I place my hard cock at his entrance and
pushed slowly inward. I watched as his ring expands and stretches. He
groans a bit and asks me to stop. It feels like his ass hole is tearing
apart and the pain is a bit much. (How come he didn't have pain when John
fucked him.) I paused and let him get used to my fat member. When his
breathing returned to normal, if it ever was normal, I slid my wide shaft
deeper into him. He exclaimed how good it felt sliding past his sphincter
and into his ass. He could feel it inside his rectum, he felt it moving. He
broke our in goose pimples on his back and his nipples went hard.

I held Cory's hips with my hands and John went round to talk to Cory. "I
told you it was huge, yah doing good buddy, like how it feels as it slides
in, wait till he hits your love nut and keeps rubbing past it, you'll
fucking love it. He's doing good Dad, I'm going to feed him my dick. Cory,
now you show Dad how good you can suck cock, here it comes buddy, you want
it don't cha? Stick out that wet tongue of yours so I can slide this piece
a meat right home, that's it buddy, nice and slow and easy does it."

I watched from behind Cory as John placed his big hands on Cory's meaty
developed shoulders and slid his hips forward, his cock entering and
filling Cory's willing orifice. John started fucking Cory's mouth as I slid
my cock in and out of Cory's ass ring with long slow thrusts. I was really
enjoying the kid's tight ass ring, my ball sack slapping Cory's ass cheeks
with each thrust.

John was looking at me and grinning as he continued to mouth fuck Cory, and
we worked ourselves into a sort of rhythm, I'd thrust into Cory and John's
cock would be swallowed to the base. I fill Cory's ass and John fills his
mouth. It was a hot scene and I started to really pick up the tempo, and
Cory's moans and wiggled ass meant he was into this also. John just had a
permanent grin on his face as Cory's mouth did a job on his peckerwood.

As I work into a steady pounding into Cory's really tight ass, Cory started
swearing and shouting verbal statements, like, "Fuck my tight ass, pound
your cock up my pussy, cream fill my buns, oh its good, so good," Then he'd
suck in John's cock again. I smiled to myself and just went into automatic
with a steady slap, slap, slap in and out of his asshole.

John's on his knees in front of Cory. He's bent backward, holding his
ankles with his hands. I admire his nice chest and abs and watch as Cory
worked around John's vein covered prick. He's licking, biting, sucking on
the shaft, the glans, and moving his lips around the swollen glans, the
slurping sounds are turning me on more and more, I feel my ass tighten,
that wonderful tense feeling grows and with a long groan I shove deep into
Cory's ass, releasing my sperm deep up in his rectum, feeling the condom
fill with my hot emissions. Fucking nice climax, best in a long time.

I'm spent. I lean back, my slick cum covered cock slowly pulls out of this
tight teenagers pussy with a wet sloppy pop and slaps down against my thigh
leaving a wet glisten spot there. I look up and watch my son fill his best
friends mouth with his spunk, milky globs leaking out the sides of Cory's
mouth as his neck muscles echo his swallowing my boy's seed as it filled
his mouth. Slipping off the used condom, I reach for my wet cum covered
cock and lovingly stroke it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the
sensitive glans. Cory's hands gripped John's thighs as his tongue licked up
ever scrap of John's creamy cum. He raised off the tabletop and turns round
to suck and lick my shrunken pecker back to life. He was real good at
sucking cock, one of the best.

John broke the silence, "I trained him good, didn't I Pops? He's like a
demon on your cock, he won't stop till you push him off of you. Let him rim
your ass, he's good at that too! Aren't you pussy boy! Tell him Cory, tell
him how much you like sucking my ass and cock."

"Yum, yeah, I like to suck cock, it feels real good in my mouth and that
cum is so thick and sweet on my tongue, shit, Mr. Laetus, I just love the
feel of cock in my mouth." He returned to licking and slurping on my
foreskin sending shivers up my spine.

I looked down at the boy and watched as he eagerly cleaned up my
cock. "Listen, Uhm, since we are being so intimate, why don't you start
calling me Larry and dropping the mister bit." He stopped his sucking and
smiled up at me, "Sure, why not!"

John scooted on his knees up behind Cory and lifted his hips up and buried
his face in Cory's ass cheeks. He started moving his head all round and I
knew his tongue was lapping around Cory's battered anus. He spit a couple
times on Cory's boy twat and I knew then that he was going in for
seconds. He rose up and I saw his proud pecker standing hard and ready to
enter Cory's ass. He scooted up to Cory's round ass, and placed the head of
his cock dead center and slowly slid it to his pubic bone. Fully seated in
one push, he then reversed, slowly pulling his cock back out.

Cory was frozen in place, his mouth fully occupied with my newly inflated
challaber, his quick breaths stirring the clipped hair of my pubs. John
smiled, "He's enjoying the sensation of my hard cock dragging against his
sphincter muscle, he loves it real slow. Eventually, I start slamming him
hard and he goes all ape shit on me. It is really good when he shoots his
wad, his ass gets all tight and clings to my cock, It feels so good, don't
it Cory?"

"Oh, John, you make me feel so good, when you do it slow like you are. I
love how you fill me and I can feel your cock travel deep up into me. I
just can't get enough of that feeling." Cory was now raised up into the
doggy style. John had his hands on the front of Cory's meaty thighs and was
starting to really slam fuck into Cory. I looked at Cory's cute face, his
mouth a huge round "O' shape, his eyes closed in pleasure.

John and Cory fucked for another twenty minutes or so, then when Cory had
his orgasm from Johns fucking him, it set John off and he slammed into
Cory's ass so hard, Cory collapsed flat onto the carpet with John sprawled
over Cory's back. Both boys were breathing rather hard and filling their
lungs with air.

I got up and sat back in the recliner chair. John did a pushup off Cory and
sat back on the sofa. Cory just lay face down on the carpet. He turned his
head to look at me, grinned and said, "Hey, Larry, don't you want to suck
out your son's hot cum from my ass? It's all inside nice and warm and
creamy. It tastes so good, too." His emerald eyes flashed the challenge to
me.

I got out of the recliner and walked over to where Coty lay sprawled on the
floor. I kicked his legs apart and then knelt between them, bent forward,
spread his ass cheeks with my thumbs and dove down to lap around his pink
swollen pucker. I was soon thrusting my tube shaped tongue up into his anus
and sucking my son's hot cum from Cory's innards. It was hot, slippery, and
tasted tangy. Cory's ass musk drove me on.

>From the sofa, I heard John saying, "Fuck Dad, you're as much a rim pig as
Cory, man, you sure like his ass!"

"Son, get down here and show Cory some respect. You finish sucking his ass
and clean it up with your tongue. You made the mess, you're supposed to
clean it up. House rules, son!" John reluctantly rose off the sofa and came
down to rim Cory's delight, much to Cory's delight.

The two boys were soon playfully rolling on the floor, wrestling with each
other for a dominant position. They soon tired of that and got up to set
next to each other on the sofa. Cory just couldn't leave John alone, first
rubbing his chest, plucking a hard nipple, putting soft kisses on John's
face and neck.

I sat back on the lounger and watched John and Cory make love to each
other. John soon had his knees on the edge of the sofa, his arms and chest
over the back, and Cory spreading is ass cheeks and driving his tongue into
John's anus. I sat back in the recliner, slowly pulling on my semi hard
cock and continued to watch these two teenagers.

Cory was talking just above a whisper, more to himself than to us. "I'm
really going to feel how good it is to fuck your ass for the first time
John. I've waited so long for this and now its here, and in front of your
father. I'm going to plow you hard and fast, boy. Payback time for all
those wicked fucks you've given me, and I just hope I can make you feel as
good as you made me feel doing it!" He reached for the tube of KY jelly and
lovingly applied some to John's ass ring, using his index finger to push
some inward, then coated his swollen hard pleasure rod till it gleamed.

With one hand on John's ass cheek, the other guiding his wood to John ass
ring, he leaned forward and I watched his thick stalk of manhood slide deep
into John guts. Cory sighed when he was fully up against John's ass
cheeks. John had let out a long steady moan of pleasure as Cory's cock slid
up into him. "Oh, Cory, it feels so damn good! Man, you fill me up! Do it
slow so I can feel it again." Cory did, and John moaned again. Cory kept
this slow fuck up for a while, then John was soon encouraging him to start
fucking him hard, to slam against his ass, drive his cock deep into his
love nut and to bring him off."

My cock was swollen hard, and the pre cum juice was flowing over and I was
stroking like mad and straining to bring myself off. I think we all shot
off at the same time. Cory filled John's innards with his hot cum; John
emptied his wad onto the leather sofa, and mine shot all over my belly and
chest. We were once again all breathing deep and recovering from another
orgasm.

I laid in the recliner and listened to these two teenage studs praise each
other's sexual skills. John was telling Cory how good it felt and wondering
why he'd held back, and Cory was telling John how good it felt and he
wanted to do more of it. John bent forward and kissed Cory, and Cory hugged
John's body to him and kissed back and I drifted off asleep.

To be continued, that is if enough of you horny dudes want to read what
else happens that weekend. Write me at Laetuseros@aol.com with suggestions
of what you'd like to happen. I'll try to work them into the story so we
can all get off a good one. Hope to hear from you ... soon!

( You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains. You raise me up...To more
than I can be. )