Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 14:35:46 EDT
From: Markin619@aol.com
Subject: UCLA Dad Part 2

				 UCLA Dad

				  Part 2

	Well Frankie, after my little episode in the bathroom with Chuck,
it was time to get the three of us out of the dorm and off to the hotel.

	Todd grabbed a couple of changes of clothes. I made sure he
included some nice slacks, a good shirt and shoes to wear to dinner that
night.

	It would be unusual to see the two of them in something other than
shorts and a T-shirt.  They can pretty much be found that way year-round.
In addition to the mild winters in San Diego, we hardly ever go anywhere
where we have to get dressed up.  Even I wear long pants only when I have
to, mostly for work. It's usually Dockers and a polo shirt unless meeting
with a client.  Then too, most of our clients are "dressing down" these
days, and no special dress for me is required.

	Since we were going to be in the big city of Los Angeles on a
Saturday night, I told Scott and Todd that the least we could do, would be
to not look like the unsophisticated beach bums from San Diego that we are.

	"Ya know Dad, I'm really going all out for you by wearing a long
sleeve shirt, real shoes and socks tonight!" Todd complained, looking for
sympathy.

	"It's the least you can do for this old fart in honor of his
birthday!" I responded in mock anger.  "You will only have to wear those
clothes for a couple of hours.  You can hang around the hotel room
half-naked if you want, like we do at home. But unlike at home, you WILL
need to wear something if you want to go into the pool, guys."

	Scott perked up and said, "I was thinking about doing the swimsuit
optional routine, Dad, and giving the hotel guests something to write home
about."

	"Stuff it, stud!" was my response to him.

	We went down to the car and made our way to the small, relatively
secluded hotel in Beverly Hills where I had stayed several times before on
business. It was quietly elegant, sophisticated and tended to attract a
younger clientele, including many European travelers not on a budget.
Since it was the weekend, it would probably be even quieter than usual.
Despite the heavy Saturday afternoon traffic on Wilshire, we made it there
in about 15 minutes.

	We checked in and were shown to a spacious, two-room bungalow in
the garden at the rear of the property, near the pool. The air conditioning
had been turned on in preparation for our arrival and fresh flowers were on
the coffee table in the sitting area. There was a small kitchenette with a
fully stocked mini-bar and refrigerator. We wouldn't be doing any cooking
and since I could not expense this trip to business, we weren't going to be
helping ourselves to the bar's offerings. I refused to pay the highly
inflated prices associated with honor bars. In the trunk of the car was a
cooler stocked with soft drinks and beer for the boys. Another basket
contained some munchies for us to share and a bottle of red wine for
myself.

 	The bedroom contained two king-size beds. A white-tiled bathroom
adjoined it and contained a sunken whirlpool tub and a large separate
shower

	Built-in cabinets in both the sitting room and the bedroom
contained large screen TV's and VCR's.  Not bad for $295, a weekend special
I managed to arrange.  The boys were suitably impressed, both exclaiming,
"Cool, Dad!"

	The bellman went to retrieve our car and bring it to the assigned
parking space near the bungalow.  I turned off the air conditioning while
Todd and Scott went and opened the many windows and French doors to allow
for natural ventilation.  The temperature was in the low 70's, there was a
good on-shore breeze and it was quite pleasant.

	I noticed several people out by the pool, taking in a lazy Saturday
afternoon under the California sun.  Two men, who appeared to be in their
mid- thirties, were sunning on the lounges closest to our bungalow. Based
upon the skimpy swimsuits that both were wearing, I assumed them to be from
Europe or South America.

	The bellman brought our garment bag as well as the small duffel bag
that contained the few things the three of us needed for the weekend. I
decided to go out and take a swim and started to grab the duffel bag to
pull out a seldom-used suit.  Scott lunged for the bag and grabbed it away
from me.

	"I'll get it for you, Dad."

	"Hey! What the hell are you doing, Scott?"

	"Ahhh...well...,,,um.Todd and I..have something in there we want to
surprise you with for your birthday later. I couldn't think of any other
place to put it."

	"Surprise me now!"  I goaded him.

	"NO Dad, this needs to be later!"

	"Oh, OK---just get me some trunks out of there.  I'm going out for
a swim.  You guys gonna come with?"

	"No, we can't---we didn't bring suits.  Unless you say its okay for
me to.."

	"No! You don't need to sport your stuff in public here, Scott.
Save it for home or when we go to Black's Beach."

	Scott and Todd both grabbed their crotches and pretended to pump
their cocks.

  	"Sometimes, I think I raised a couple of exhibitionists.  But then,
you acorns don't fall too far from the tree, in this case."

	I attempted to get a hold of each of their pumping hands but only
managed to grab Scott, giving him a good squeeze in the groin.

	"Save it for later, Dad!" he yelped.

	We were all laughing our asses off by now.

	We calmed down and Scott tossed me a suit from the duffel bag.

	"We're going to stay in here a while and watch some football on the
tube and have a beer or two. Is that OK, Dad?" asked Todd.

	"No problem guys. I did throw a couple extra suits in the bag in
case you want to join me at the pool."

	I slipped off my shorts and pulled on my suit and made adjustments
in front to properly present myself.  Unlike my sons, (who must have gotten
their genital genes from their mother's side of the family), my equipment
was merely average and I had to do a little "fluffing" when wearing
something like Speedo's. (Frankie, judging from the picture you sent me,
you probably have the same problem Todd and Scott have: trying to get all
your equipment stuffed in there.)

	I took a can of beer out of the cooler headed out to the pool and
parked myself not far from the two guys I had noticed earlier. Walking by,
they seemed to be napping, now on their backs.  Their chests were both well
defined with just the right amount of hair continuing into a perfect
treasure trail that led my eyes down to the prominent bulges in their
bikinis.  One of the two looked as if he was somewhat aroused, judging from
the prominence of his cock in the suit.  I told myself that I should rest
my jets. I was here with my sons.

	I dove into the deep end of the pool and swam a dozen laps in the
warm water before climbing out and heading for my lounge.  I could not help
but notice the two men watching me.  I nodded in their direction and
mumbled something like, "Nice water."

	I dried my hair and face and plopped down on the lounge, snapped
open my beer, took a good guzzle and sighed.  I though to myself, "Life is
a bitch, then you die."

	Actually, I was just being sarcastic with myself.  Here I was
relaxing in the sunshine, poolside at a nice Beverly Hills hotel with my
two wonderful sons a hundred feet away from me.  The birthday thing crossed
my mind.  Adding another year is not the most pleasant thing at this stage
in my life but, hey, my body is still in decent shape---thanks to jogging
and the gym. I guess enough that it caught the attention of those two to my
left.  And then I remembered what Chuck had said about me earlier.

	The beer went down real easy and decided another one would taste
even better.  I padded back to the bungalow and found the boys on one of
the beds, clad in just their boxers, watching whatever game was on. It look
liked they had just taken showers.  I feigned interest and asked them who
was playing what the score was.

	I stepped back into the sitting room and found a cold one in the
cooler and headed back out to the pool.  Inspired, I turned back and
grabbed two more beers.

	As I approached the two men by the pool, they looked up from their
paperbacks, smiled and said hello.

	"Hi, guys. Thought you might like a couple of cool ones."

	"Grazie", Thank you, that is so nice of you."  The one on the left
in the blue suit was first to respond.

	"Thanks, so much.", added the one in the yellow.  "We are indebted
to you."

 	"You are from Italy." more of a statement from me than a question.

	"Si!  By the way, my name is Ferruchio"

	His companion introduced himself as Antonio and offered, "We come
from Trieste.  You know?"

	"Yes, I do.", I responded.  "It is in the northeast part of Italy,
near what was Yugoslavia."

	"Oh yes!" exclaimed Ferruchio.  "Most Americans don't know that."

	"By the way, my name is John," shaking hands with each in turn.
"I've been fortunate enough to travel to Europe a number of times and I am
familiar with that lovely part of your country."

	That elicited a "Buono!" from Antonio.

	"What brings you to the U.S.?", I asked.

	"My partner Antonio and I are on holiday for three weeks and we
visit all over the western part of your country this time."

	I was now pretty sure what the "partner" meant and we chatted for a
while, talking about what they were seeing while in Los Angeles.  They said
they had been to Yellowstone and some other national parks already, as well
as a few days at a dude ranch, playing cowboy. (Spaghetti western?)

	They said that so far, San Francisco had been their favorite place.
I asked if they had made it to the Castro and they both lit up.

	"Oh, yes!  You know?"

	"Yes, I do," as I winked.

	They both chuckled and Ferruchio said something to the effect that
it sounded like we had something in common.

	Being coy, I said, "Perhaps." And all three of us laughed.

	(I had not been all that subtle in checking out Antonio's equipment
as we had been talking.  You know what a horn dog I can be, Frankie.)

	We chatted for about 15 minutes or so.  I learned they had been
lovers for about five years and had left their wives to be together.
Ferruchio had a young daughter and Antonio, a son.  I told them I was up
from San Diego with one son to see my other son at UCLA and celebrate my
birthday.  They wished me happy birthday and asked to buy me a drink later
to celebrate.  I told them, I'd meet them at the bar later that evening
after we returned from our dinner and prior to their going out "clubbing."
They had planned to visit San Diego the late next week and I would fill
them in on where and what they might want to do.

	I excused myself, took another few laps in the pool and returned to
my lounge chair.  I promptly dozed off and woke up about 45 minutes later.
I noticed my new friends were no longer there and I decided to swim a
couple of more laps. I then head back to the bungalow.  Because I was
dripping wet, I thought it wise to enter the bungalow though the French
doors in the bedroom in the back and go right into the shower.  That way I
would not track water though the sitting room.

 	I approached the back of the bungalow from the right side. Through
the bathroom window, I heard muffled moans coming from inside the bedroom.
I stopped in my tracks and listened some more.

	"Oh, Scott, that is so fucking hot. I've missed that."

	"I've missed doing this with you, Todd.  Your tongue knows all my
spots, man."

	Holy shit! I finally might get to see what they did with each
other.  As you know Frankie, we're totally open as a family about our
sexuality.  While the three of us have had many loving and hot sessions
together, I have always respected their privacy and never interrupted what
I knew what went on between them as brothers in their own rooms with the
doors closed.

	I quietly retraced my steps and scooted around to the other side of
the bungalow where I could listen beside one of the bedroom
windows. Fortunately for both them and me, the bungalow was secluded so no
one could see or hear them and no one could catch me being a Peeping Tom.

	The muffled moans continued with only occasional words of pleasure
exchanged between the brothers.  I carefully peered through the window and,
although sheer curtains covered it, I could see my two sons lying
side-by-side on the bed, their beautiful young bodies naked, in a 69
position.

	Todd's back was to me giving me a view of his beautiful, muscled
ass, writhing in pleasure as his brother's mouth worked his magic.  I could
tell that Scott was doing some serious sucking his older brother's 7 1/2
inches as well as the glorious balls Todd sported between his
well-developed thighs. Todd was also doing some serious mouth work on his
younger brother.  At the moment, he was chewing on the ample foreskin of
his younger brother.

  	Scott was the youngest of us, but for several years now, he has
been the big boy of the family when it comes to the cock department.  On
his birthday last spring, we measured his cock at 6 1/2 inches soft and a
full 8 1/2 inches long and 6 1/4 inches around when erect.  By the looks of
it, thanks to his brother's skilled tongue, it was now close to 9 inches
and ready to burst.

	Of course, by now Frankie, I was rock hard myself, my cock
straining against the Speedo's nylon fabric.  I reached in and moved it to
a more comfortable position and felt precum already oozing from my
cockhead.  As I was doing this, Scott rolled over on his back and Todd
straddled him from above, still in a 69 position.

	Wanting to get a better angle on the action, I tiptoed around the
corner to the French doors, which were wide open. I carefully peered inside
to see Scott on his back below Todd's spread legs giving his brother's
balls a tongue bath. Like me, both my sons are shaved down there out of
personal preference, especially wonderful at times such as this.

 	Scott was also paying attention to that special area between the
ball sac and Todd's asshole, an area that each of us knows brings extreme
pleasure to each other.  I watched as, at first tenderly, and then gently,
Scott's tongue moistened his brother's tender rosebud. I let out an
involuntary moan of pleasure at the moment which, fortunately, was masked
by Todd.  "Oh, fuck that feels so good, bro!"

	I was still unseen and unheard, watching my sons make love to each
other.

 	I could feel my stiff 6 1/2 inch cock leaking precum in buckets. I
untied the drawstring and slowly stroked it as I watched Scott work his
tongue around and then into his brother's receptive hole.  After a few
seconds, Scott, repositioned himself, bringing his arms between Todd's
thighs so he could spread his brother's ample butt cheeks and really work
his tongue deep inside his pleasure hole.

	Todd was, in turn, really doing a serious job on his brother's big
cock. I moved back around the corner so I could get a better view of him
from the window.  He was really going to town on Scott as his brother drove
him wild at the other end.  Todd was an expert cock sucker and I knew what
pleasure he was bringing to his brother as he alternately worked Scott's
cockhead, first with his tongue inside the skin and then pulling the skin
down so his mouth could completely engulf the purple, mushroom head.  It
was driving Scott mad with passion as I could see he was wildly working his
magic with his tongue and nose on his brother's asshole.

	I watched as Todd slowed starting working his mouth down his
brother's blood-engorged pole, taking an inch and coming back up for a
couple of seconds and then going back down for another inch, then another.
He repeated this slowly as I watched in awe as he was gradually able to get
the massive cock down his throat until his mouth rested on Scott's small
blond cushion of pubic hair.  Frankie, I almost popped when Todd reached
his goal.

	Somehow Todd was able to keep him completely deep-throated for
several minutes without gagging.  He was rotating his throat around Scott's
cock as he has done to mine many times, usually bringing me to a climax in
seconds especially when he starts his humming routine. Scott was obviously
responding like his father did to Todd's talents.  The thought of Chuck
crossed my mind, and how he would surely enjoy having Todd work on his big
dick someday.

	I could see that Scott was close to losing it. So he pushed away
from Todd's ass.  Todd released his brother's cock from his throat. I
ducked to the side as I heard Todd say, "Get the lube."  Both were panting.
Frankie, I was going to pop a nut just listening to them!

	"Oh, yeah", moaned Todd as his brother started using his lubed
fingers where his tongue had been just a few seconds before.  Todd was on
his back now, pulling back on his strong legs to give his brother access.
I could see Scott working one, two, three, four and finally all five digits
into his brother in preparation for the mighty log now aimed for Todd's
hole.

	Scott's cock pulsed with his heartbeat as he prepared his brother
for this ultimate act of love.  After applying a good amount of the lube
all over his cock, he gently pushed his cockhead where his fingers had just
been.  "Easy Scott, let me push." Todd instructed gently and quietly.  I
watched as in a few seconds, Scott's purple head slipped gently into his
brother's willing sphincter. He held it there for several seconds.  "Okay,
bro?" Scott inquired lovingly. "Yeah, man. But it's been too long.  I
fucking love this."

	I was so hot watching this, Frankie, and in retrospect, surprised
they couldn't hear the precum slurping on my cock as I stroked myself
wildly watching this scene.  I was sweating, as much, if not more than the
boys were.

	I watched as Scott slowly pushed forward, very similar to the way
Todd and been sucking him, an inch, then pulling back, then going back down
a little deeper, very slowly. This continued slowly until he had gently
worked in about 4 inches and Todd suddenly yelled, "Drive it man!"

	Scott immediately thrust the remaining 4 or 5 inches into his
brother and they both let out unbridled gasps.  After pausing a minute,
Scott began his long slow piston-like movements bringing moans of pleasure
from his brother on each down stroke. Todd was slowly jacking his own
swollen cock in time to his brother's movements.  I found myself working my
about-to-explode cock in the same rhythm.

	It was not long before the pace picked up. Todd let go of his own
cock and reached around and grabbed the two globes of his brother's ass,
pulling him closer and deeper into him.  If as on signal, Scott reached
around and began working his brother's cock in perfect unison to the
thrusts into his ass. They kept this up for what seemed like forever.  So
hot!

	They were both close and new it without having to communicate it to
each other verbally.  They were working as experienced and loving partners
in reaching a level of supreme pleasure.  With great control, I somehow
managed to keep up with them and avoid a number of close calls.  I wanted
to come with them, Frankie.

	As if on signal once again, Scott slowed the rhythm to deep
deliberate thrusts in his brother's ass and corresponding strokes on his
cock.  They were both in another world and in ecstasy.  I was too.

 	"Oh, Scott I love you so much, man."

	"And I love you too, Todd.  Here we go bro!"

	"And I love you both." I found myself saying to myself as my legs
started weakening and I felt myself reach the edge.  I watched as Scott
threw his head back and let his load travel the long journey from his ball
sac to deep inside his brother.  At the same time, Todd involuntarily
arched his back as his brother began bringing glorious white loads of cum
out his cockhead, the first one hitting his chin and the next his beautiful
chest.  Their verbal expressions of passion were unrestrained and muffled
my cries of pure pleasure as my cock erupted in one of the strongest
orgasms in years.  I leaned against the palm tree outside the bedroom
window for support.

	Scott continued shooting into his brother for what seemed like a
full minute as Todd milked his own cock of the last of his jism.  I watched
in a delirious afterglow as Scott slowly pulled that log out of his
brother's ass and then positioned himself on top of his Todd.  Each offered
undying expressions of love to one another.

	It was at this point I became aware of the tears on my cheeks.
This was one of the most beautiful acts of love I have ever witnessed.  I
was moved both sexually and emotionally.

	I remained there watching with tear-filled eyes as my sons tightly
hugged and kissed each other deeply with both passion and tenderness.

 	And then I noticed that, they too, had tear-streaked cheeks.


					To be continued.


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