Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2010 13:24:03 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: girls are second best 3 - final part

Girls Are Second Best: Part Three

Colin's Boys Get Permission.

Tim clamped a hand over his brother's mouth, stifling the noise he knew was
about to come from it.

"For fuck's sake, keep quiet!" he hissed in a thirteen years old ear. "We'd
get killed if he heard us!"

The slender boy nodded, letting his older brother know he'd got things
under control.

"I know; it's ok," he whispered back, and gritted his teeth so no sound
would be made as the fifteen year old completed his entry.

Ben was braced against their bedroom window cill, bent over and slender
legs apart, his brother behind, both hands now on Ben's hips, as Tim pushed
his thick, six inches the rest of the way in.

He always wanted to make a noise when Tim went into him; it wasn't because
it hurt or anything – he'd been taking his brother's cock every other
night for six weeks now, and his scoutmaster boyfriend had been fucking him
for some time before that, but his cock wasn't as big as Tim's, and Adam's,
the brothers' fuck buddy, was nowhere near as thick. No, it wasn't because
it hurt, it was because it felt so bloody good!

They always did it this way, one boy bracing himself against the window
cill while his brother fucked him; it wasn't very adventurous, but it was
the only way they could think of that wouldn't make the give-away, rhythmic
sounds they knew they had to avoid. The thought of their father hearing
that sort of noise, and bursting into their bedroom to find one of them
balls deep in his brother's arse, scared them shitless every night. It
scared them, but not enough to stop them from fucking.

One night Tim fucked Ben, and the next they changed round; and every
morning they sucked out and ate each others' sperm; and it was all so much
better than the solo wanking they'd had to do, night and morning, before
their parent's divorce had meant them moving to a smaller house with their
father and having to share a bedroom.

Solo masturbation ended for them the very first night they moved in the new
house. They'd never done anything with each other before that, never even
talked about sex stuff, apart from Ben's regular teasing of his older
brother about the quality of the girls he chased after.

There had been an awkward moment as they prepared for bed: both boys
usually slept naked, but neither was aware of the other doing so, and
they'd stripped to their boxers and paused, neither wanting to be the first
to reveal his bits to the light. They hadn't even seen each other naked
since they were about six and eight; and neither had the faintest idea that
their brother had surrendered his virginity some time ago.

It was Ben, always the bolder of the two, who had broken the boxer covered
stand off.

"This is fuckin' stupid," he said, casting caution to the winds; "I sleep
nude an' I toss meself stupid every night an' I ain't gonna stop doing that
`cos I gotta share a room with you!"

Tim had stared at his younger brother in amazement, shocked that he had
said what he had, and then he slowly confessed to the same.

"Wicked!" Ben had grinned, and promptly shed his boxers to reveal his
steadily rising four or so, well foreskinned inches.

Tim stared, fascinated by the sight of his brother's cock, and also in some
awe of the younger boy's complete lack of embarrassment as he stood there,
giving his brother ample time to have a good look.

"Let's see yours, then," Ben demanded, and then breathed, "Fuckin'
awesome," as he took in Tim's thick, six inches, now fully ready for
action, pointing upwards towards the ceiling at a forty five degree angle.

"I'll toss yours if you do mine," the younger boy had offered, and, coming
out of his trance, and realising that having to share a bedroom might have
some definite advantages; Tim had croaked,

"What about sucking?"

"Oh, yeh, def!" Ben enthused, "An' I swallow as well!"

That first night of eating each other's cum had rapidly led to them sharing
their sex lives with each other, and, since both boys were into being
fucked, it was only natural that they were soon doing that as well. The
only changes it made to their lives and behaviour was that they now got on
well with each other instead of squabbling, and neither moaned when their
father announced it was bedtime!

There was one other change which neither boy considered: before, they had
used any handy, discarded item of clothing as a spunk rag, crusting up
socks, boxers and even shirts with their regular output; now all their
production went into a mouth or a hole and there were no longer bits of
clothing, stiff with dried spunk, going into the washing basket. They were
super scrupulous about cleaning up all the evidence of their fucking, and
because they always did it standing up, there were never any greasy marks
on their sheets, and the clean up tissues were always disposed of with
their morning shits. That their father would notice the sudden absence of
spunk rags never occurred to them.

Earlier that evening, their father, Colin, had met Adam, his brand new,
gorgeous, incredibly sexy, amazingly hormone charged, seemingly insatiable,
utterly available, fourteen year old boyfriend. He'd taken his other new
toy, a classic MG sports car that he'd treated himself to after his
divorce; partly because he'd always wanted one, and partly because he
thought a car like that might just have some boy-pulling potential. He felt
justified in that belief when he picked up Adam. The boy breathing, open
mouthed,

"Fuckin' hell! I bet you get a few zips undone with this!"

He'd driven the boy into the nearest large town and bought him the promised
ring, Adam selecting a gold signet ring with a square onyx stone which he'd
had inscribed with a capital `A' overlaid with a capital `C'. A bit slow on
the uptake, Colin had asked the boy, once they were out of the jewellers,
why he'd chosen that design, and the boy had given him a pitying look;

"Colin on top of Adam," he explained patiently, and giggled as he saw
enlightenment dawn on his man's face.

They drove out from the town and up into the empty downs, finding a parking
spot well away from anywhere, with a miles long, uninterrupted view. Adam
promptly undid the top button of his baggy shorts, slid down the zip, lay
back in the bucket seat, stretched out his legs and waited for man hand to
engage with boy bits.

"Tell me about your fuck buddies," Colin was hot to know if his suspicions
were founded in fact. Adam had already revealed their ages – the same as
his own two boys, and their first names – also the same as his boys. It
could, of course, simply be co-incidence, but Colin was already half
certain that co-incidence didn't stretch that far. He'd have been stunned,
as he would be later, playing with his boyfriend's lush, tight foreskin, if
he'd known just how far co-incidence did stretch!

"Why, fancy them, do you?" Adam sniggered. "I could probably line them up
for you if you want; they both been with men, so they'd prob be up for it."
Adam had no problem with his man fancying other boys, and no problem with
him shagging them either, so long as he was around to watch – and join
in - the action.

"Nah," Colin eased back the boy's foreskin as far as it would comfortably
go, just enough to reveal the piss slit which he gently ran a finger over,
making the boy shudder with the delightful sensations given to his
super-sensitive nerve endings; "I'm well happy with the one I've got;"
which made Adam glow inside. "But I do want to know every detail of what
this has been up to," Colin added, giving Adam some more, very pleasant,
sensations.

Nothing loath, Adam launched into recounting how he'd met the two
boys. Talking dirty was one of Adam's pastimes, and talking dirty while
having his cock played with was a definite turn on.

He told how he'd first met the boys, who'd only just joined his school, in
the bushes where boys went at breaks and lunchtimes for a smoke. There were
always at least twenty kids there, but Adam's hormone charged brain had
instructed his eyes to check out the younger of the two new additions to
the group, a boy, who, according to Adam, was a `well tasty, slim kid' in
the year below him. It had taken a couple of days to get chatting to the
boy, who stunned Adam on the Monday of the second week, by saying, "I
reckon you fancy me."

Adam had, naturally, tried to dismiss this as rubbish, but the kid had
said, "You keep starin' at me balls, an' if you wanna see them properly,
you only gotta ask!" and offered to be in the school bogs at the start of
lunch break if Adam wanted a viewing.

Adam had gone for his viewing, and, there being no-one around, they'd
slipped into a cubicle for a wank; the kid's only comment being, "Shame
there ain't enough room in here to suck."

He'd talked the kid into going home with him the following lunchtime, where
there was ample room to suck and been treated to a good one, the younger
boy swallowing with evident relish. The next day he'd arranged to do the
same, but was well put out when the kid had his older brother with him,
well put out, that is, until the boy had announced, "Tim fancies you as
well, so how about a threesome?"

Within a week, lunchtime sucks had become lunchtime fucks, young Ben using
his still fairly small, thirteen year old stick to pop Adam's cherry before
his older brother stuffed his thick six inches inside Adam's, now very
willing to take cock, hole.

Adam's description of the two boys, plus the fact that they'd only recently
joined his school as a result of having to move into the area because of
parental divorce, and that the boys were now living with their father, left
no doubt in Colin's mind as to the identity of the boys in question.

"Wicked thing is," Adam chortled on, "That they fuck each other every
night! Imagine that," he said, awe and jealousy dripping from every word,
"Havin' a brother to fuck with! Lucky sods!"

And that, Colin concluded, solved the mystery of the absence of spunk rags!

"Both gay, are they?" Colin asked; he'd never seen any hints of what he'd
call `gayness' from either of his boys, and he knew now that Adam was
talking about his boys.

"Nah," Adam dismissed the idea. "Tim shags girls when he can get `em," he
paused and thought, "Don't think Ben's got round to it yet, though." He
shifted around in his seat a bit so as not to restrict the activities of
Colin's hand. "It was Tim what suggested I should do it with a man," he
told Colin; "Said it was well good an' I should try it."

"Tim would know, would he?" Colin soaked up this bit of information about
his elder boy.

"Course," Adam sighed; sighed because the hand on his bits felt so
pleasant. "So does Joe."

"Really?" Probing for some more information, information Colin already knew
he was going to use later.

"Bin doing it with his scoutmaster for about six months," Adam told
him. "Tim ain't got a man at the mo, though; just broken up with the one he
had cos he was cheatin' on him; though he'd probably have done it anyway
cos he had to move. Ben's ok, cos his one lives round here somewhere
anyway."

"Aren't they both cheating if they're shagging you as well?" Colin needed
to get that clear, the last thing he wanted was for Adam to stop having
boyfun because he was now going out with Colin.

"Nah," Adam explained patiently. "You's cheatin' if you shags another girl
when you already got a girlfriend; or, like, you'd be cheatin' if you was
regular shaggin' another boy as well as me; but it ain't cheatin' for a boy
to shag another boy if he's goin' with a man, or shag a girl if he's got a
man, or shag a boy if he's got a girl."

"Complicated," Colin observed.

"No it's not!" God, adults can be so dim at times, Adam thought, like
havin' to explain stuff to a baby!

"Look, it's not cheatin' if you shagged a boy if I set him up for you, `cos
that's just sex, an' you'd give me all the details when we was next in bed,
an' that'd get us well horny."

"Yeh, I follow that," Colin agreed.

"An' it's not cheatin' if I shag boys when I'm goin' out with you, `cos
they're boys, not men."

"I understand," Colin couldn't help smiling to himself at the relentless
logic of the male, sex-driven minds of teenage boys.

"I mean," Adam offered, "I'll tell Tim and Ben I can't do it with them
anymore if you don't want me to."

"Oh, no," Colin got in quickly, "This deserves as much fun as it can get;"
he squeezed Adam's cock to emphasise the point; "And so do they."

"Good," Adam didn't really want to have to go that far, but you never knew
what adults thought was right. "An' it's not cheatin' on you if I shags me
girlfriend, is it?"

"Of course not," Colin agreed, "Shag her as much as you want. She might not
see it the same way, though," he pointed out.

"She ain't gonna fuckin' know, is she!"

"So let me get this clear," Colin pretended to be still uncertain, though
what he was actually doing was making sure his plan would work. "We can
ignore your girlfriend."

"Course," Adam snorted, "She's only a fuckin' girl, isn't she; nothing to
do with this sorta stuff."

"Quite," Colin agreed. "You can play as many games as you want to with Tim
and Ben, and any other boys you happen to come across as well, and as far
as I'm concerned, that's not cheating, agreed?"

"Cool," Adam agreed.

"But if you do add any more to your cock list, I want to know about it, in
every, spunky detail."

"No trouble," Adam agreed again, "An' if you find a bit of cock you get the
hots for you gotta ask me before you does him."

"You wouldn't mind me shagging another boy, then?"

"Shaggin', nah, that'd be all right, but not if you started goin' out with
him."

"Sorted," Colin announced. "And so long as you are wearing that ring, I
promise you that you are the only boy I'm interested in."

"An' as long as I'm wearin' it," Adam offered all he had to offer, "You can
do anythin' you want with me, any time you want. You don't have to ask,
just go for it."

They sealed the bargain with a very long and tongue tiring kiss, before
Adam demanded,

"Give us a gobble; I gotta be home soon."

He dropped the boy off at the top of his road, repeating the instructions
he had given on the drive back from the downs.

"How I'm `sposed to convince the old lady I'm stayin' overnight at mates
when I'm shackin' up with you?"

"What were their names? Ben and Tim?" Colin asked, successfully sounding as
though he had no idea who the two boys were.

"Yeh, but what if she phones or something?"

"Trust me, and leave it to me," Colin squeezed the boy's knee, even though
he did have to pull the leg of those awful shorts up before he could get
hold of flesh.

"Yer.......ok," Adam sounded doubtful.

"If it all works out, tomorrow I'm gonna tell my lads we are an item; if
that's ok with you, that is."

"You got kids?" Adam sounded shocked.

"Two boys."

"Fuck! An' you think they're gonna be ok with you tellin' them you're
shaggin' me? I mean, what about my cred an' stuff?"

"Don't worry, Adam, don't worry," Colin soothed him. "Their names are Tim
and Ben."

"Shit!!!!!!" Adam breathed after a few moments digesting this
information. "You mean I bin shaggin' with your sons?" He stared into space
for a few seconds before a huge smile broke out. "That is so fuckin'
wicked!" he beamed, "Fuckin' awesome!"

"And remember," Colin insisted, "You haven't come to see me, you've come
round to see them. Don't spoil the surprise for them."

"Oh, fuck!" Adam breathed again, "I'm goin' out with the father of me fuck
mates! That is so cool!!!"

"I think it's pretty fuckin' magic as well," Colin agreed. "No way can they
object to you being my boyfriend when they're shagging you as well."

"Text me this evening, let me know if it's all ok," Colin reminded him as
the boy got out of the car.

The following afternoon, Colin put his plan into action. He'd had a text
from Adam first thing that morning, confirming that all was `go'.

 He made sure he was home when the boys returned from school, and, after
greeting them, told them to go up and get changed, cancel any arrangements
they may have made for the evening, and then come down for a very important
chat.

Upstairs the boys had a thorough check of their room; they were certain
they'd left no incriminating evidence about, and, anyway, there were no
signs their room had been investigated, so it couldn't be that he wanted to
talk about, but it didn't stop them being nervous when they returned to the
living room.

They almost froze with amazement when they noticed that the coffee table
had three cans on it, cans of beer!

Colin noted, with satisfaction, the shock on his boys' faces. He also
noted, and with just as much satisfaction, that Ben had, like himself, put
on shorts, decent, lightweight football shorts that showed a reasonable
amount of thigh when the boy sat down. Now he was certain his boys were
sexually active, he had no qualms about visually enjoying the sheer,
teenage, sexuality of them.

He'd have been even more satisfied had he known that, like himself, Ben had
nothing on under those shorts. Tim, regrettably, had chosen to wear
jeans. It wasn't that Colin fancied his boys, just that he could no longer
see any reason why he shouldn't admire and enjoy the fact that they were
boys, and boys who were, by all accounts, in full working order!

"Right, boys," Colin commenced, "What we're gonna talk about is important,
very important. It's going to affect the way we get on and the way we
live."

The lads were mystified. Obviously something big was going to happen, but,
equally obviously, it was nothing bad, and certainly nothing to do with
their immediate fear that something about their sex lives together had
somehow emerged. They were mystified, and relieved, very relieved, at the
same time!

"I'm taking it that neither of you have any objections to drinking this
stuff instead of coke," Colin said, pushing a can in the direction of each
boy.

The boys looked at each other; of course they had no objections to drinking
beer, they were teenage boys weren't they! But parents weren't supposed to
give beer to their thirteen and fifteen year old offspring, were they?

"Good," Colin said as each boy reached out a tentative hand for a can. "And
I'm fairly sure that you both smoke," he added, producing cigarettes and
offering them across the coffee table.

If it's possible to be more stunned than `stunned', then that's what Tim
and Ben were! They were being allowed beer and fags? With their father?
Things might be looking up! This was certainly going to affect the way they
lived!

Colin waited until both boys had taken a healthy swig from their cans and
got their cigarettes well underway before making his next boy-shocking
observation.

"Tim," he said, "I may be wrong, so please don't be offended if I am," he
could see the boy tensing, awaiting some bad news, "But I'm going to hazard
a guess that tobacco is not the only thing you've smoked."

Tim went pale;

"Dad," he squeaked, trying to make his voice sound disbelieving and
disappointed that his parent could possibly think such a thing, an effect
that was ruined by the snort that burst from his younger brother.

"And I hope that what you smoke is weed, shit or grade or whatever you call
it, and not anything nastier."

"Daaaad!"  Tim squeaked again.

Colin ignored the squeaking plea not to continue this conversation, and
carried on,

"And if you smoke it, then I assume you have a source from which you
acquire it."

Tim was now completely white, and unable to even squeak.

"So if you know where to get some from, why don't you get your mobile and
organise a twenty of green?"

Tim blinked, trying to clear his head. Was he hearing what he thought he
was hearing? Was his father asking him to get some weed, or was it some
cunning way of trapping him into admitting that he smoked the stuff?

Ben was far quicker on the uptake. Beer and fags.........so why not, if
this was the change in life style their father had said it was........why
not some weed as well?

"Go on, Tim," he encouraged. "He's serious. He wants you to get some weed."

"Do you, dad?" Tim croaked, disbelieving hope struggling to replace fear in
his brain.

"I do, Tim," Colin kept his voice serious. "Twenty should be enough for
this evening, shouldn't it? It's so long since I smoked the stuff, I don't
know what it costs now."

"Twenty'll be loads," Tim managed to say. Twenty, for boys who only
occasionally had enough spare cash to buy a joint to share between them,
was a huge amount!

"Go do it, then," Colin instructed, and waited while his older boy produced
his mobile, sent a text and, after a minute or two, got a reply.

"I'll have to go out for a bit," Tim said, "Only down to The Bear and back,
so I won't be long."

"Fine," Colin agreed and got up to get his wallet. He extracted two twenty
pound notes and held them out towards the boy. "Why don't you see if you
can pick up two, just in case we run out?"

"What's all this about, dad," Ben asked when Tim had gone on his
errand. Although two years younger, Ben was a lot quicker on the uptake
about all sorts of things

"You'll find out soon enough," Colin told him, "But for now, could you get
the barbie out from the garage and set it up."

"We havin' burgers an' stuff?" Ben enthused, thirteen again, "Wicked!"

Tim returned fifteen minutes later and plonked down two bags of green on
the garden table.

"That what you wanted?" he stared at his father, still a challenge in his
eyes. It was a trap, he knew it was a trap, he just couldn't see where the
trap was.

"Perfect," Colin said, "And now perhaps you could dig out some more cold
beers from the fridge and then start putting some of that stuff to use."

"Ben can roll that," Tim said, before adding with a trace of sarcasm, "I
don't suppose you thought about papers, though, did you."

"Actually, I did," Colin smirked at his elder boy, "You'll find those in
the drawer on the CD stand."

Tim returned with three chilled cans and a packet of king size red
papers. He tossed the papers to his brother and handed round the beers.

"He got big ones," Tim pointed out, unnecessarily, "You'll have a job
rollin' a two skinner with those."

"Why not just use one paper?" Colin asked, mildly.

"Not gonna be very big for three," Tim still had an air of
defiance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't pin down what it was.

"No, one paper each," Colin said patiently and waited for the penny to
drop.

"One joint each?" Ben's voice, which was on the edge of breaking anyway,
went up almost a full octave.

"That was what I was thinking," Colin observed.

"Wicked!" Ben crooned and set to work.

"And Tim," Colin looked at the older boy, "We are going to spend the rest
of the afternoon and evening out here, drinking beer and getting stoned as
well as eating burgers, sausages, chicken and steak from the grill; don't
you think you might be a little overheated in those jeans?"

"Yeh, Tim," his brother said without looking up from his work, "Go an'
stick some shorts on. Like me," he added, flashing his brother a quick
glance. Tim was well aware that Ben had nothing on under his shorts and
that he was being dared to do the same.

"Yeh, ok," Tim conceded and went off to change, even to the extent of
accepting his brother's dare.

"Right boys," Colin announced when cans were opened and joints lit, "We
need to have a chat, but before we start I need you both to promise that
you are going to be totally, utterly, completely honest."

That sounded like the trap starting to close, Tim thought, and, defiant
again he demanded to know why.

"Because if you are, then afternoons and evenings like this will become a
regular part of our life; if you're not, then we'll just regard this as an
experiment that didn't work."

"You mean, if we're honest about whatever it is, then we get to have beer
and fags and weed again?" Ben was certainly interested.

"Got it in one," Colin grinned at him; "Every Friday was what I had in
mind. More often in the school holidays."

"I'm in," Ben announced; thirteen year olds are fairly easy to bribe.

Fifteen year olds are less so, and Tim still sensed a trap.

"How you gonna know if we're bein' honest or not?" he asked, trying to work
out where the trap lay.

"Because I trust you," Colin answered, "That good enough?"

"S'pose," Tim conceded, though not without reservations. If the big secret,
the really, really big, potentially life destroying secret, was still a
secret then there was no reason, he thought, that it shouldn't remain a
secret.

"Let's get started, then," Colin drew on his joint, exhaled slowly and
looked at the blue, blue sky. "Your mother never stopped complaining about
some of the things she had to wash; I'm wondering why washing of that
nature has not made an appearance since we moved in here."

Neither boy had the faintest idea what their father was talking about, that
was obvious from the blank looks on their faces.

Colin spelt it out for them: "Before we moved in here, a large number of
your socks and boxers, and even shirts sometimes, were crusty with cum; not
a sign of it here."

He watched the blood drain slowly from two teenage faces.

"Dad," Tim, half croaked, half whispered, "That's private." The trap had
opened before him, and it was an abyss he was staring down into.

"Complete honesty, remember, Tim? It's not private because I am
concerned. A boy of your age should be wanking at least twice a day; and at
your age," looking at Ben, "Probably nearer six. I certainly didn't drop
below three till I was about seventeen."

Both boys were now as white as proverbial sheets, though there was just a
hint of something other than fear in Ben's eyes.

"What's bothering me," Colin had to give them an escape route, "Is that,
because you now have to share a bedroom, you can't deal with things when
they need dealing with and have to lock yourselves in the bathroom, have a
quick one while you're in the shower or something. And if that is the
case...........I apologise, I know it's not fair, but we can't afford a
bigger house."

Tim saw a lifeline, at least a rope ladder leading out of the abyss. "Yer,"
he whispered, hoping that the abyss would close.

Ben was brighter, he knew if they went down that route, it was a dead end,
certainly an end to beer and fags and weed. He knew his father was not
going to swallow the idea that they both just wanked in secret.

"What would you have done if you'd had to share a bedroom with a brother,
dad?" he asked, attack always being the best form of defence, especially
when confronting a parent.

"Wanked each other stupid, I expect," Colin smiled at his younger
boy. `You, my son, have got balls' he thought.

"That answer your question, dad?" Tim asked, hope pouring out of him. Could
they get away with that, embarrassing as it was?

"Not quite, Tim. It would be totally understandable if the two of you had
discovered that someone else's hand is much better than your own, but that,
in itself, wouldn't account for the complete absence of spunk rags in the
washing."

The pit which had seemed to be closing, opened again.

"Dad, please," Tim begged.

"Of course," Colin continued, relentlessly, "If you'd also discovered
sucking, that might account for it............... provided you both
swallow, of course." He followed his straight left jab with a right cross.

"Daaaaaaaaad," Tim wailed; he was on the edge of the abyss again, and this
time hanging on by his fingernails.

"You ever do that, dad? Suck cock and swallow?" Ben to the rescue again,
fighting even though he was cornered.

"Of course I did, Ben," Colin smiled at him again; "I was a teenager once,
you know."

"So you ain't mad at us for doin' it?" Ben wanted clarification. His
defensive counter attack had, he saw, opened a possible way out of the
corner.

"Of course I'm not. In fact I'm quite the opposite."

"What, pleased????" Tim couldn't get his head round that. That just did not
make sense! A father saying he was pleased his sons sucked each other? No
way!

"Get your brother another beer, Ben, he seems to have some trouble talking:
must be a dry throat or something."

Ben snorted and added, not quite sotto voce, "Deep throat, more like."

"Can he do that?" Colin asked, somehow keeping his voice tone to one of
innocent enquiry.

Tim went from white to red, Ben spluttered the beer he was trying to
swallow all over his shirt.

"You're really not mad with us, are you, dad," Ben said when he'd
recovered, his admiration for his parent going up by several hundred
percent.

"No son, I'm not. I'm proud that you're two healthy boys with plenty of
spunk in your balls and enough sense to use it. And how could I be mad at
you for doing what I'd have done if I'd had the chance? Now, go get more
beer and then start rolling another set of joints."

Tim stared at his father, trying to work it all out.

"I thought you'd kill us if you knew we did that stuff," Tim at last found
the balls to say.

"Wrong, then, weren't you," Colin said. "And I wouldn't be mad at you if
you told me you were fucking each other." Colin had to try to help poor Tim
up from the edge of his abyss, give him the chance to make the big
confession.

Tim screwed up every last bit of courage he had. He knew they were bound to
be found out eventually, so why not admit it now, when it seemed that at
least they wouldn't get slaughtered.

"We are," he whispered, not daring to look his parent in the eye.

"Thank fuck for that," Colin breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at
his boy, "And well done, Tim, that took an awful lot of balls to admit it."

Tim looked up, faced his parent, "Dad, you don't know how scared shitless
we've been that you'd find out, but........well...........you know......"

"Know what?" Ben returned just in time to catch Tim's last two words.

"Know that fucking is fun," Colin said casually; "And in case you haven't
found out yet, Tim, fucking a boy is far better than fucking a girl."

"You told him?" Even bold Ben was aghast that his brother had revealed
that!

"I think he knew," Tim said lamely.

"Didn't know until you just told me, but I certainly had my suspicions."

"An' it's ok?" Ben couldn't really believe that. Surely there had to be a
parental ban on that! They might get away with sucking each other, but
fucking? No way!

"I think that first thing tomorrow we should go out and buy you two a
double bed. Push your singles together for tonight, and until the new one
is delivered."

"Are you serious?" Tim was in shock; not only had he been hauled from an
abyss that now seemed to have slammed shut, but what had been a dark, dark
hole now seemed to be full of light.

"Unless you'd prefer to keep things as they are."

"No way!" Ben was vehement. No more bracing himself against a window ledge
while his brother shagged him!

"And I'll give you some proper anal lube; its water based so the sheets'll
wash easily."

He looked hard at his two boys, "If you're going to fuck, then do it
properly and enjoy it. No worrying about stains and no worrying about
keeping quiet. If I hear you at it, then I'll just have to have a wank,
won't I."

"Can we ask you some stuff, dad?" Ben asked, though he kept his eyes fixed
on the three joints he was creating. There was more to all this that just
getting them to admit to what they did with each other, Ben was sure of
that.

"Ask away."

"Did you do stuff with boys when you were our age?"

"Yup. Wanked and sucked and fucked."

"Cool," Ben breathed. "An' did you ever do it with a guy?"

Tim went a bit pale again, this might be going just that bit too far!
Confess to doing stuff with each other, but to admit that they both had
been with a man!!!!!!!!

"Only once," and Colin told them the story about when he was fifteen and
went down south with his mate Chris and had his cherry popped by his mate's
uncle.

"Didn't you ever do it again?"

"Not with a man. Even at fifteen I was much more into boys when I couldn't
get hold of a cunt to fuck. I did introduce a wank mate of mine to fucking
though, a kid called Ryan. He had a long, thin cock with a really tight
foreskin. I loved having that up me."

"You still fancy boys?" Ben again, curious.

"Too right," Colin smiled.

"Is that why you got divorced?"

"No, that was because your mother found Norman, and Norman's got a lot more
money than me."

"Do you fancy us?" Tim asked slowly. Is that where this was going?

"Good question, Tim. And being honest, in a way I do. You are two gorgeous,
sexy boys, and if I wasn't your father, I'd be trying to work out how to
get you into bed. But I am your father, and I don't think it's possible to
combine that with being your boyfriend. So, no, I'm not planning on doing
anything like that."

Tim breathed a sigh of relief. Not that he didn't fancy his father in an
abstract sort of way, but he knew he could never do stuff with him, just
because he was his father.

"Not that I'd object to catching the odd glimpse of what makes you so
attractive to each other," Colin said, half tease, half for real!

"See mine any time," Ben offered, handing out the completed joints.

"BEN!" his brother almost shouted.

"Bollocks, Tim, lighten up. Thinks what's going on here: we got this stuff
regular now," he held up his joint and picked up his can; "Mine's empty, by
the way; we got permission to do whatever we want in bed, even got a double
bed comin' so we can do it properly an' not be scared shitless in case we
get caught. An if he wants to see us naked, then I reckon that's a fair
fuckin' deal!"

The already well on the way to being stoned thirteen year old stood up,
slightly unsteadily, and peeled off his beer damp shirt, following it by
somehow removing his shorts without falling over.

"There you are, dad," he announced as he stood and revealed his all; "Like
what you see? I know Tim does," he added with a giggle. "Now let's see
yours," he demanded of his father.

This wasn't quite what Colin had planned, but he couldn't back out now. He
stood and dropped his shorts, noticing how Ben's eyes fastened on his bits.

"Wow," Ben breathed with admiration, "Like Tim's, but a bit bigger!"

"You just like cock," Tim snorted.

"So do you!"

"Yeh, but I like cunt as well!"

"Ain't got round to that, yet," Ben, now not one hundred percent in
control, confided to his father. "Might not even bother."

"I'm sure you will," Colin comforted him, "Give it a year or so."

"More beer, Tim," Colin instructed, fairly certain that the younger boy
wouldn't make it to the fridge and back, and also thinking that he needed a
short break from his brother's teasing.

"You like boys, don't you," Ben half slurred after he'd taken a gulp from
his fresh can.

"I think we've established that."

"You got one? Boyfriend?" Ben stared hard at his father.

"That's partly what this is all about," Colin confessed. "I needed to be
certain that it was ok for you to know. Yes, I do have a boyfriend."

"WICKED!!!!" Ben screamed, "Who, how long, how old? Tell, tell, tell!"

"For exactly one week, and he's fourteen. And as for who he is, you'll find
out."

"If he's fourteen, that means he goes to our school," Tim, said, getting a
bit concerned. "That means he'll know us."

"Think he probably does," Colin agreed.

"Is that wise, dad? I mean, you can't have him round here when we're about;
it'd be, well, just a bit awkward."

"Don't think so, Tim." Tim was not convinced.

"Dad?" Ben said, slowly and carefully, knowing that he was about to tread
on the most dangerous ground he'd ever trodden on; "You say you got a
boyfriend.........how would you feel.....if...I....told you....I got one as
well?" he finished in a rush.

"I'd say, `is he good to you?'. Colin answered, knowing just how much this
was costing Ben to admit.

"Yeh....I think so."

"And is he really your boyfriend, or are you just a boy for him to play
with?"

"He's my boyfriend.....I think," Ben didn't rush his answer. "We bin goin'
together for about six months."

Six months meant that Ben would still have been twelve when the
relationship began, and Colin had one or two doubts about the motives of
whoever it was that was bedding his younger son. He wisely decided that now
was not the time to reveal those doubts; that, he thought, was something
that could be resolved at a later time.

"Sounds as though I should meet him sometime," Colin smiled.

"Thanks, dad," Ben almost had a tear in his eye; "You are fuckin' amazin'!"

Tim's mobile buzzed, announcing the arrival of a text message.

"Oh, shit," Tim muttered when he read it.

"What's up?" from Colin, who had a fair idea of exactly what the message
was, and who it was from.

"Adam," Tim said to no-one in particular.

"And who is Adam?" Colin asked, keeping his deception going.

"Mate from school," Tim got in quickly before his brother, who seemed to
have got the taste for confessing things, announced that Adam was their
joint fuck buddy.

His parent had accepted that he did stuff with Ben – which, in itself
seemed unbelievable to Tim – and he hadn't gone mental when Ben revealed
that he had a boyfriend, but Tim felt that these two bits of knowledge were
as much as his father could be expected to take, and letting on that the
fourteen year old who had just sent him a text message was a fourteen year
old who both boys shagged frequently, would be one item of information too
many.

"Wha's he want?" the still naked Ben half slurred. His cannabis and alcohol
confused mind worked well enough on the subject of sex, but all other
matters were now considerably more difficult. Adam was their fuck buddy, so
perhaps Adam was in need of a fuck, and that was an idea Ben could grasp
with crystal clarity, especially as he was mentally salivating over the
sight of his father's bigger than his brother's, cock.

"Says he's got something to tell us," Tim explained, adding, "Something
important," as he correctly gauged his younger brother's thought
direction. He flashed Ben a look that said "NO!", followed by another that
implied, "Wait till bedtime!"

"If it's important, why not ask him to come round?" Colin suggested, in a
tone that suggested he was being a thoughtful father, rather than the
scheming, boy-fancying individual that he was.  He sneaked another look at
his younger boy's equipment, and felt a little pang of jealousy that some
other man had access to that delightful, but to him, no-go, area.

"Daaad," Tim wailed, "We're gettin' pissed an' stoned! Ben's already well
gone: what's Adam gonna think?"

Tim was well aware that it was not usual for two adolescent boys to get
pissed and stoned with their father, especially when one of them was naked
and showed no signs of wanting to be anything other than in that
state. What would happen if Adam told anyone? Tim's `cred' obsessed,
fifteen year old mind did not take into consideration that there was no
chance of Adam saying a word to anyone, certainly not for as long as his
arse welcomed their cocks as eagerly as it did!

"You're not gonna tell me that a mate of yours is a teetotal, non-smoker,
are you?" Colin grinned; "And Ben can put his shorts back on, if that's
what you're worried about."

Ben wanted to say that putting his shorts back on would not be necessary,
since Adam was well aware of what Ben's cock was like, soft and hard, and
he wouldn't be at all put out by the sight of Ben naked, but another glare
from his brother kept him silent.

"Get him round," Colin urged again, "We got plenty of stuff for the
barbie.......and I don't think the weed's gonna run out, is it Ben?"

"No way," Ben retorted, chuffed that this amazing turn in their family life
had designated him as weed controller. He did produce far better spliffs
than his brother, so it was only right, but even so, it was good to be
accepted as being in charge.

"All right," Tim conceded; "But Ben's gotta put his shorts on. You, too,
dad," he added, realising that his father was still on display as well.

Tim sent the required text, including their address, which, as far as Tim
knew, Adam was unaware of, and when the reply came, he said, "He'll be
round in five."

"Shorts on, Ben," Colin instructed, pulling his own back up; "Then four
joints, please. And Tim, four more cans, I think; can't have your mate
going thirsty, wouldn't be polite."

Adam arrived and it took all of ten seconds to establish that he had a
serious lack of objections to weed and beer. His new man, he thought,
really did know how to treat a boy properly, and not just in bed, either!

"You sure it's ok?" Tim asked, referring to the weed and beer and the fact
that Adam had to go home later.

"Ol' lady said I could stay over............if that's all right," looking
at Colin for confirmation.

"Fine by me," Colin smiled expansively.

"Wicked," Ben beamed, already thinking of three in a bed.

Adam played his part superbly, almost as though he was improvising on his
guitar. It had been more than something of a shock when he realised that
the man whose cock he had given himself to, had used that cock to produce
his two teenage fuck friends, but knowing it had just made things even
better. He had a man to make him feel special, and two mates to have as
much fun with as he wanted. What fourteen year old with very active spunk
makers could ask for more?

"I'll get the food going while you three chat," Colin said, and took
himself off to the barbie. The boys huddled together, scented smoke rising
in a fug around them, as Adam imparted his secret in an easily heard
whisper.

"Took your advice," Adam whispered, loudly enough for Colin to hear.

"You what?" from Tim.

"Had it with a man," Adam smirked. "You were dead right; fuckin' amazing!"

"When, where, what's he like?" Ben squealed, prompting his brother to shush
him.

"Asked me to be his boyfriend," Adam announced, proudly.

"You say `yes'? Ben wanted to know and by way of an answer, Adam displayed
his new signet ring.

"Cool," Tim breathed.

"Wicked," Ben chirped.

"What's the design?" Tim asked, peering closely at the engraved, black
stone.

"'C' over `A'," Adam smirked, waiting for the penny to drop. It didn't, so
he explained; "Colin on top of Adam."

"Neat," Ben breathed in admiration; "So who's `Colin'?"

"Guy in his late thirties; fuckin' fantastic in bed. An' he teaches me
guitar as well."

"Dad's good on the guitar," Ben announced, too fuddled to make the obvious
connection.

"And he's called `Colin'," Tim said slowly, who was less fuddled and
starting to make that connection.

"Fuck!" Ben almost screamed as the light dawned. "He said he'd got a new
boyfriend! You shaggin' with our dad??!!?"

"Told you you'd find out who he was," Colin grinned from where he was
grilling huge quantities of meat. "I hope neither of you have any
objections?"

"No way," Ben chortled, for him this was just so................'wicked'!

Tim was less certain.....did his father know about......?

"And it's ok, boys, I know about you and Adam, and you all have my blessing
as far as playing games with each other goes. So long as he saves a few
decent mouthfuls for me, that is!"

"Is that how you found out, dad?......... About us?" Tim asked, unsure as
to why Adam should have revealed something so secret.

"Yes, but Adam had no idea that you were my boys, or even that I had any
idea who you were. He didn't give any secrets away, so no need to worry
about that. And he only told me what he did because I was sucking his cock
and wouldn't let him spunk till he'd given me all the details of his sex
life.

Ben sniggered, "Dirty old dad! Bet you got a good mouthful after that!"

"Sure did," Colin agreed. "I've been doing guitar with Adam almost since we
moved here, and he was generous enough to let me suck him last Friday when
you were at your mother's. I knew then I wanted him to be my boyfriend, but
I was worried about you two. Then, on Sunday, after we'd fucked and Adam
had agreed to be my boyfriend, I realised that if I could get you two to
open up about things there'd be no need to keep the fact that I had a
boyfriend a secret from you, and we could all have as much fun as we
wanted."

"Nice one, dad," Tim agreed, understanding now why their confessions had
been so important, and glad that he'd done it, mind searing as it had been
at the time.

"And Adam," Colin said, a hint of reproof in his voice, "I still think
those shorts are horrible!"

"You know what to do about it," Adam smirked.

"Boys," Colin nodded towards Tim and Ben," Would you be so kind?"

Adam stood and allowed Tim to remove his shirt while Ben deprived him of
his shorts, the only two items of clothing he was wearing apart from his
trainers.

"Can we, dad?" Ben pleaded.

"I think a nude barbie would be well in order," Colin agreed, not at all
unhappy with the prospect of a few hours gorging his eyes on three naked
teenagers, one of whom, he knew, would spend many of those hours snuggled
in close to him.

He didn't expect, though, that when they were inside the house once
darkness fell, that his two boys would be playing the same games as those
he played with Adam, on the sofa opposite.

"You're right, dad," Ben declared just before they went to their beds,
"Cock and hole is far better than tit and slit."

"How would you know?" Tim snorted derisively, "You've never been anywhere
near tit, let alone slit!"

"He's right, though," Adam agreed, dreamily, "When it comes to using your
cock, girls are definitely second best!"



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