Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:07:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Best of the Bunch   part 6

Best of the Bunch

Part 6

       Using my son's pussy again made Jorell's dusky face glow with
delight. He kept making little grunts, saying "fuck, fuck, fuck," each time
he drove his black dick into my son's white ass.
       Now I did something I had always wanted to do when I was a teenager
which needed more than one boy. Quickly I slicked up my boner and got
behind Jorell. He stopped and bent lower over my son and spread his knees
so I could line-up properly. I wanted to bite his cheeks and lick his young
boipussy but I was too hot to wait a moment longer. My cock entered him
smoothly, which he acknowledged by yelling, "Daddy, he's fucking me!!" That
made Sasha groan and brought sweet,loving curses from Adam.
       "Enjoy my son Dave, I do so much! Show him what a white man's dick
feels like. He's been thinking about you since yesterday!"
       Again Sasha took that nice cock from his mouth to say "Daddy put
your dick in Jorell's ass! When we...skate...that's what I think
about...how good we fuck each other...!" All these protests from the boys
about not being gay: well, maybe they're not, but they sure enjoy doing gay
sex. Who cares!
       Look at us: all four of us now joined! All four bodies in love with
sex, joined, yes, in the need for sex, but also learning how much we liked
each other. It wasn't just the genitals we needed, it was the body and the
soul of each other. Obviously, Sasha and Jorell had a little puppy love
affair going and now Adam and I had bonded. I felt more than ever we could
become a family.
       To expect all of us to cum at the same time was asking too much,
especially the way Jorell and I were joined, but eventually we all got
there and everyone was patient and gentle.
       After Jorell's 14 year old cock unloaded up my son's ass, he and I
paired off to the side so I could finish what I was doing with his smooth
brown butt. I closed my eyes as I came deep inside him, the grasp of
Jorell's ass squeezed on me till I was dry. My white sperm in a young black
boy while his father was right next to me!
       Adam and Sasha too re-adjusted themselves into man- on-boy
integrated 69 suck fest. Through heavy lidded eyes I watched my son and
Adam reach their orgasms just a minute or two later, Adam's middle finger
pushing in my son's ass, their mouths receiving all the sperm their balls
could give.
       The scent of sex drifted over us as we took another break. I lay
flat on my back looking at the ceiling for a long time, wondering, trying
to know the meaning of what we all just experienced. There really was no
meaning other than bonding through sex--and that was a hell of a lot. At
that moment sex was happening all over the city in many combinations, but
who could be luckier than us? Our combination was unique, I was pretty
sure.

       Time passed. It grew a bit cool. Adam disappeared and returned with
blankets and dropped them on us while Jorell brought all the pillows he
could find. That soft cool jazz from the next apartment started again. I
thought about a lot of things: the boy I knew when I was 16, the first girl
I'd fucked, some of my good looking black students, male and female, my
ex-wife. I dozed for a short time.
       When I opened my eyes I saw a sight that tugged at my heart, that
made me joyful and glad.
       Adam's beautiful brown body reclined on its side while my son was
cradled in his strong arms. They were spooned together. The small white
body against the big dark one was a picture in beautiful contrasts: in age,
race, and physique. Adam held my son like he was a precious object. What
astounded me most was the great tender and loving way Adam was stroking and
touching and caressing my son, telling him in a soft and seductive voice
what a fine and lovely boy creature he was, an angel made to be loved and
kissed and worshipped, a young prince to be revered and cherished. No one,
not even me, had made love to Sasha like this. And Jorell, not at all
jealous, was part of it too, cooing over my son and kissing his feet and
thighs and nipples, licking whatever he could reach. Sasha's eyes were
closed, his face in bliss, his body slack in total enjoyment of this
veneration. This abject homage went on for a long time.I was impressed by
this ritual.
       Eventually the moment did arrive for which Adam so patiently waited,
the moment I had anticipated with worry and excitement all night. Adam
whispered in Sasha's ear; Sasha moved into position over a pillow with his
ass raised and his legs spread. His buddy warmed some jell between his
fingers before applying it on my son's ass. Adam had risen to his knees
waiting, his long very rigid cock reaching; ready to satisfy his
obsession. He looked drunk. His libido was revved up to maximum by this
pretty prone white boy with open ass ready to take him.
       Jorell grasped the boy's cheeks a spread them wider. Adam leaned
forward. It looked so big and my son so small.  Almost immediately Sasha
cried out, "Slow... slow!...please!" Adam was in the throes his lust and
didn't head the plea.
       "It hurts...you're hurting me!"
       "Adam!"I yelled,"stop...wait...motherfucker....don't rape him!"
Jorell pushed on his father's shoulders and told him to stop. Adam came out
of his daze and backed off a little.
       "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Sasha honey, I'm sorry...I love you...I got
carried away...Last thing I ever want to do is hurt you..."
       "Ok, but go slow willya? I can do it...let me take you...don't
push."
       Adam grew calmer, his patience returned, allowing Sasha to relax
again.
       The second attempt to fuck my son was successful. I didn't want a
camera then, but now wish I had at least one picture for a keepsake; I
could jerk off to it for the rest of my life. I sat crossed legged as I
watched this act of Adam and Sasha. He was no longer a boy if he could do
this with an adult man. I was jealous that my son surpassed me at 13, doing
what I had done only at 16; jealous that maybe Sasha would prefer Adam over
me. Jealous that Jorell would probably have my boy many more times than I.
       Adam came strongly, his final movements beautifully
controlled. Indeed he did not want to hurt my boy or anyone. He made love,
not war.
       After his final spurt he rolled over holding on to Sasha so that he
lay on his back with his dick still inserted, the white boy he wanted so
badly and finally had resting on top of him, Adam's big hand around Sasha's
erected cock, jerking, not forgetting my young one's own need. That's how
he made the boy cum. With each spurt boy's asshole contracted around the
man's softening cock. It was the last orgasm of the night.

       We covered ourselves with blankets and slept together in a warm pig
pile tangle of arms and legs and lips and fingers.

         Monday morning daybreak: We fathers, awake with new energy, made
breakfast. We got the kids' slow, sleepy asses out of bed, fed them, then
kicked them out so they wouldn't miss school. When Sasha mentioned the
lingering feeling in his well-fucked ass we sent him off with a tube of
vaseline.
       Adam and I called in sick then climbed under the warm covers of his
bed and did what two men do who love each other.