Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 13:41:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best of the Bunch  part 5

Best of the Bunch

Part 5

We told the kids to take their time, no rush. Adam and I dashed around like
college freshmen expecting their dates. We tidied up the living room; I
headed for the bathroom and he the kitchen sink to freshen up those parts
that we so recently used. Brush teeth, comb hair, zap deodorant and a drop
of patchouli for Adam (my favorite too). We were back on the couch looking
over an art book of nudes when the boys arrived. The winter air had
invigorated their bodies which they dropped onto easy chairs, slouched and
sat opened legged. They seemed waiting for something to happen.

    We fathers were prepared. We had a plan.

    "Quad has that movie that just came out--you know, Galaxy Battle Two,
wanna go?" It worked.

    On the way over Jorell and Sasha keep teasing us about what we "old
guys" did while they were gone and no matter what we said they smirked and
chuckled to let us know we weren't believed.We just barely made the showing
and were forced into last row because of course they had to stop for
popcorn.

    "Man!" said Jorell when we settled in, "too much patchouli, Dad"

    "Yeah? I put it in the usual place," he explained. We all though that
was funny. The kids sat between us, Sasha next to Adam and Jorell next to
me. We daddys planned that but I don't think they were aware.

    For a while we all watched the action. It was animated with stunning
effects and stunning bodies both male and female. Most of the audience was
under thirty from what I could see.

    The popcorn was almost gone when I reached for the box. In the light of
a bright flash from the screen I saw Adam's left hand between my son's
legs. Sasha was gazing at the screen with big puppy eyes but his lips were
drawn into a wide grin.

    Jorell saw me looking and smiled from ear to ear. He leaned close to me
and whispered: "Tell the truth. Did you and my dad get it on when we left?"
As I answered truthfully he took my hand and squeezed it against his warm
crotch.

"My dad is crazy hot for Sasha. He tries to cruise white boys but he's not
good at it. Now he's feeling up my best friend's ding dong."

    I played with Jorell's dick as the movie continued. From time to time I
looked over to my son, curious to know how he was doing. He was doing just
fine. Adam's handiwork, his busy fingers between Sasha's wide-open legs
kept the blissful look on his face. I thought he might even cum right in
the theater. With my hand still on Jorell's cock I leaned back in sweet
anticipation of the rest of the night.

    When we left the kids were hungry again. Where the fuck do they put it
all? On the way home we grabbed a slices of pepperoni pizza. The
anticipation of what we planned to do made us giddy. We goofed around
making sly remarks fully understood only by us. The people around us, if
they bothered to notice, probably thought what good fathers we were, and
integrated no less! Snack over, I suggested we play some pool but we put
that aside because "there's other balls we'd like to play with" (my son,
the wit).

    As soon as we stepped through the doorway of Adam's apartment the built
up sexual tension flooded over us. He sank down onto the plush carpet while
Jorell and I stretched out on either side of him.

    "Come sit on me Sasha," Adam invited. Sasha looked at me for assurance
and got it; he settled his ass down on Adam's hips. If he wasn't hard the
boy's warm butt would soon make it so.

    "Did you like me playing with you at the movie? Your daddy was
watching. You're a hot kid, Sasha, and I'm gonna do you real good!"

     Jorell unzipped himself and fondled his cock telling my son, "Daddy
wants to suck you, Sasha."

    He rose onto his knees, hands on hips, fished out the desired object
and moved it hanging half hard closer to Adam's lips. We all made sounds of
lusty approval as we watched it grow to full size (six inches) without even
being touched. Then he put it in Adam's mouth. I took off my shoes, socks,
jeans and underwear, letting my dick do what it wanted, which was to spring
up fast to full hard.

    Jorell, on the other side, stopped what he was doing to himself and
started to remove my son's clothing. "Daddy, you got you a white boy now,
huh? Be nice to him. He's my best boy." Adam and my son broke apart so the
rest of his clothes could be removed.

    "Yes, baby, I sure do have a smooth nice white boy, Jorell. Tell me how
it was to fuck his ass." While the kid described for his father how sweet
my son's boy-pussy felt around his 14 year old dick I picked up Sasha's
briefs and smelled them--something I'd never done before. It was just
something I did spontaneous. I was loosing all my inhibition. I think we
all were. In between fondling and touching and kissing we all got naked.

    I held Adam's cock at the base. "Suck on it Sasha. Do Adam's dick like
you did mine!" These words passed my lips quietly but with the tone of
command. It was like I was whoring my son. Barriers were down now. There
were things in me I didn't know were there. The sense of amoral freedom was
intoxicating!

    Sasha got on all fours putting that long black dick fully in his
mouth. I got behind him and licked his asshole, happy to again enjoy that
hot little bud so pretty and funky on my tongue.

    "Sweet! Sasha!...your daddy's got your ass," said his classmate. "He's
gonna make it ready for me. Man, yesterday you were smokin!"

    Adam propped himself on his elbows to better to watch his son enter my
son. I moved out of the way and Jorell took my place. He played with
Sasha's balls with his long fingers, hairless smooth boy balls so ready to
be milked, then he got his face close and gently fit them in his mouth.

    "You like that Sasha?" I questioned my son. With a mouthful of
man-sized dick he could only hum out something that sounded like
yes. Jorell did things with his tongue I couldn't see but the effect it had
was evident.

    Adam reached for a shoebox that was near and spilled its contents. Out
tumbled several dildos of different sizes and colors, small bottles of
scented oil and several tubes of jell.

    Jorell selected a caucasian toned rubber cock, slicked it with gel and
pushed it against my son's asshole. I opened one of the bottles and applied
a drop of sandalwood behind my balls.

    Jorell pushed a little. Sasha let the cock in his mouth drop so he
could moan and release a string of hot dirty words. He squat backwards a
bit too, allowing the rubber object better penetration.

    "Cold."

    Jorell was patient and let my son get used to it, then slowly advanced
it into him a small amount each time Sasha backed into it. This was so
incredibly hot to watch! My cock was leaking. Adam was muttering little
curses while holding his cock in position so Sasha could get back to again,
which my son did.

    By some means I couldn't figure the two of them determined my boy was
ready for his friend's warm, hard pulsing real, living cock. The rubber one
was withdrawn and put aside and Jorell quickly entered with the real
thing--rather fast and rather deep.

    "Adam," I exclaimed through clenched teeth, "our sons, they're
fucking!" More moans and sighs from both kids and from their fathers little
words of lust meant to encourage. "...black boy cock in white boy ass
... fuck him Sasha...dick him real good...you sweet, sweet motherfucker."



end part 5



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