Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2005 17:15:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rebel <rebel7772005@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Dad and his Boys - Chapter 5
A Dad and his Boys
Originally By
Marc Paige
Written By
Rebel
Chapter 5
The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving a dad and his
two sons. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read
this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states,
you are not allowed to read this story by law.
This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way
intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.
The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it
has been posted, without the consent of the author.
IMPORTANT NOTE
As I've mentioned at the end of part one of this story I'm too busy to
continue it myself so I've turned over writing to Rebel who did a great job
on another chapter for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy his writing
as much as I did. Marc
If you have any questions, you can e-mail me at: ollie_901@hotmail.com
Send any comments you have about this story to Rebel at
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After what seemed like forever, I gradually became aware of the fact that I
was no longer inside of Jeff's hot ass, but he was sitting on top of my
still semi-hard shaft with his arms outstretched and locked beside my
shoulders, panting as if he had ran a mile. I slid my hands up the back of
my panting boy and urged him to lie down on my chest. I knew it would be a
real mess to clean up when I heard the squish of the fluids escape as he
eased himself into my embrace.
We had neither the energy nor the inclination to get out of our warm
cocoon, so I just pulled the covers over us and we both fell asleep,
entwined in each other's embrace.
Chapter 5
BUZZZZ -- BUZZZZ -- BUZZZZ `Too damned early,' I thought as I slapped the
alarm snooze button for another 10 minutes of welcome sleep. I am NOT a
morning person, and have always had to be awoken by either an alarm clock
or my mother's `not too gentle' persuasion when I was a kid. I snuggled
closer to Jeff and dozed back off. After the third time the alarm went
off, I decided that we'd better get started if we were going to be ready
for the furniture delivery that was scheduled for 10am. Jeff takes after
me and was blissfully snoring by my side, but I suspected that it wasn't
all sleep, especially when I felt him pull me closer to him and felt his
early morning hard-on pressing against my thigh.
I knew it would be way too easy to continue in this vein, so I threw my
legs over the side of the bed and slapped Jeff on the butt. "C'mon Jeff,
we gotta get started."
"Uunnngh, just 10 more minutes," he groggily said from somewhere under the
covers. I knew better and just felt devilish enough to torment him a bit.
I snaked my hand under the covers to his vulnerable side and started
tickling the unsuspecting teenager. "UUUAAAGGHHHH!" he screamed at me as
he was scrambling to get away and inadvertently slid himself right onto the
floor with a thump. I saw his disheveled mop head appear over the edge and
he just glared at me. "That wasn't very nice," he managed to get out as he
was unwrapping himself from the bed covers and trying to stand. Suddenly
he took off at a dead run for the bathroom, causing me to chuckle.
I walked into the bathroom after him to find him standing in front of the
shower door and a fountain of piss arcing upward to splash onto the tiled
floor. I reached around him and hit the water control to start the
showerheads. He looked up at me with a face expressing extreme relief. As
he finished pissing, he just stepped forward into the warm spray leaving
room for me to join him. I stepped inside and reached for the soap. We
both seemed to realize that we didn't have the time for a long, protracted
shower scene, so we pretty much just washed ourselves, but we DID wash each
other's back.
After drying and throwing on underwear, I sent Jeff to wake up the other
two as I headed to the kitchen for my first shot of wake up juice. As I
was drinking my first cup, Jeff came herding the other two into the kitchen
to take up residence on the barstools. I had to chuckle at these two; they
looked like the walking dead, but they did have on underwear. I reached
for glasses as Jeff pulled the juice bottle out of the fridge. After
getting some liquid wake up into our systems, the boys became more animated
and I sent them off to get showered as Jeff and I started to make
breakfast.
We had a good breakfast with Timmy explaining to Berry where all of the
furniture was going to go when it was delivered. I was kinda surprised at
this conversation, but then chuckled at myself when I thought about where
they had slept last night -- they obviously weren't doing much `talking'
last night. We cleaned up and were just sitting in the living room when
the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I saw not one but two large
trucks parked out front.
"Mr. Murdoch?" a nice looking man in his 30's asked, reading from a
clipboard he held.
"Yes, I'm Bill Murdoch," I answered. "And which store are you from?" I
asked in return.
"Well, actually, we're a small hauling company and we've got a lot of stuff
from five different stores. I sure hope that all of this stuff really does
belong here," he responded, showing me a sheaf of invoices from the stores
where we had shopped yesterday.
"Yup, looks like it's all ours," I said grinning back to him as I looked
through the papers.
"Good," he said, looking very relieved. "I'm Charlie, and me and my boy
have been contracted to deliver, setup, and install all pieces of furniture
to `customer's satisfaction'," he read from the invoices. "It's been our
experience that it all works out better if we unpack the boxes out here on
the driveway and then find out where you want what placed inside the house.
That saves a lot of wear and tear on the furniture, and a lot less frayed
nerves for all of us," Charlie explained as we walked out to the back of
the lead truck. When he opened the back of the truck, all I could see were
big boxes stacked from floor to roof.
"Uuhhh, ok, you sound like you've done this before, so my boys and I will
just stand back and watch for awhile until you need us," I responded,
totally mystified by the mass of boxes in the back of his truck and assumed
that the second truck was just as full. I saw a blond head swing out of
the second truck and come around to join us as Charlie dropped the
lift-gate on the truck. He looked to be about 16 or 17, stood about 5'10",
and I noticed a nice-looking package displayed in his well-worn cut-off
jeans. He was wearing one of those truncated t-shirts that the kids are so
fond of these days.
"This is my son, Boyd," Charlie said by way of introduction. "We're
usually the ones who get called when a customer wants super fast delivery
and the stores don't deliver on weekends."
"Yeah," I chuckled back at him, "We went shopping yesterday, and needed it
today so we could get it all set up before school and work tomorrow. Plus,
I have family coming next weekend and we wouldn't have much time between
now and then for delivery."
"Well, we really appreciate your business, Mr. Murdoch. I'm just getting
things started and we can use the jobs," Charlie told me as he was undoing
the ropes securing the load and lifted off a hand truck to his son.
"My name's Bill," I smiled back at him. "I noticed the name on the truck
says `Charlie and Sons' -- does that mean that there's more at home?"
"Yeah Bill, two more; ages 11 and 8. Until two years ago, I was working on
the line at Boeing, but after the big layoffs, my wife and I decided to try
to make a business of our own. We've both been working odd jobs and making
ends meet, but now we're getting a reputation of doing good work and doing
it at short notice, so I'm about ready to quit 7-11 and do this full-time.
Boyd's been great, working after school and weekends, but he's too young
for a CDL, so I hafta do most of the driving." He looked over his shoulder
at me with a questioning look, then asked, "You won't say anything, will ya
Bill? We sure don't need the hassle."
"No Charlie, don't worry about that. I well understand that we all hafta
do what's necessary to get by, and sometimes the bureaucracy gets in the
way. I wish you luck on your new business, and I'm glad we could help.
Now, about all of this stuff..." I answered waving my hand over the back of
his truck.
"Oh, I'm sorry. We'll get this stuff off and setup--" Charlie started with
a look of panic.
"No, no Charlie," I responded, putting my hand on his arm, "That's not what
I meant. It's just that I've got all of this hyper-active slave labor
here," directing his attention to my three boys standing on the lawn. "Let
us help, and my two boys know where they want most of the furniture in
their rooms anyway." He looked relieved that I wasn't mad and smiled back
at me.
"Ok Bill, we can do that. Let Boyd and me get a few of these boxes off and
we'll start opening things up and figure it out from there." He and Boyd
went right to work getting the myriad of boxes off the truck while I got
down and explained things to the boys. I noticed that Jeff seemed
unusually interested in something, so I looked back at the truck and saw
Boyd moving around, and bending over, showing off a gorgeous little butt in
his tight cut-offs.
"Take it easy son," I leaned over and whispered to him, "Don't do anything
that could cause trouble." He blushed from ear to ear and just nodded as I
moved off to open the garage door and get some tools in case we needed
them. Charlie and Boyd worked well together with practiced moves and soon
had several boxes laid out on the driveway and started cutting loose the
strapping. Once they had the cardboard removed, we saw that most all of it
was the new furniture for Jeff's room, so we assembled the big pieces and
started moving everything into Jeff's new room. We didn't waste any time
placing all of the furniture in `just the right place', but went back out
to get started on the second truck and Timmy's furniture.
After we moved the big assemblies into Timmy's room, Charlie told us that
it was going to require some time to attach all of the modules into the
wrap-around desk that Timmy wanted. "Boyd, why don't you and Jeff go into
his room and get it set up the way he wants," Charlie told his son. Both
boys headed off down the hall and I went to the kitchen to retrieve sodas
for everyone. As I was heading back down the hall, I noticed that Jeff's
door was closed, so I quietly went to his door and gingerly tried the knob.
Finding it locked, I grinned to myself and went back down the hall to
Timmy's room to watch and to head off anyone, trying to give the boys a bit
of privacy.
We'd been working about half an hour when Charlie asked to use the
bathroom. I took him down the hall and showed him where, then went back to
Timmy's room. I heard the toilet flush and watched down the hall as
Charlie emerged and glanced over to Jeff's closed door. He signaled to me
and I moved down the hall toward him. "Uuhhh Bill, we might have a
problem," he said, fidgeting nervously. "I think... well, maybe
Boyd... uuhhh, maybe he's... uuhhh--"
"You're worried that the boys are together," I interrupted and saw a look
of astonishment come across his face. "Don't worry Charlie, I don't hear
any screams, so if anything IS going on, then they seem to be enjoying each
other's company." He seemed to be relieved at my attitude and breathed out
a big sigh. "Charlie, I know that Jeff's gay, and from the looks they've
been giving each other all day, I assume that Boyd is too," and watched
Charlie nod his head.
"Ever since he told his mother and me about his... his choice, we haven't
been too happy about it but we love our son and don't want anything to
happen to him. Yeah, I saw the looks too and told Boyd that he'd better
just keep it in his pants, but..." and his voice dropped off, almost in
defeat.
"Charlie, I know what I went through when I found out about Jeff too, and
it isn't easy on anyone. But it's not a `choice' Charlie, Boyd is just
responding to what's in his heart; nobody `chooses' to be an outcast by
society, and the best we can do as parents is to make it as easy as
possible for our sons to grow to adulthood, no matter who they love or who
they sleep with," I explained, hoping to dispel some of his fears. "I just
don't think this is quite appropriate behavior by either one of them, so
maybe we can scare them a little bit. Are you willing to go along with me
for a little bit? I promise it won't hurt the boys, but maybe they'll
behave better."
"Sure Bill, I just don't want things to get out of hand with Boyd," Charlie
said quietly. I turned toward the door and we both stood there when I
knocked quietly so as not to get Timmy and Berry's attention.
"Open up boys!" I called to them, "We know what's going on, so don't
bother." It only took a couple of seconds before I heard the lock snap and
the door opened to e very sheepish looking Jeff, still with his shorts
unbuttoned, and his underwear poking out in front. As we both stepped into
the room, I saw Boyd with his back to us frantically trying to button the
front back up on his cut-offs.
Charlie closed the door quietly and said, "Don't bother son, we both know
what was going on and we're not mad." Boyd looked back over his should at
his father, sat down hard on the edge of the new bed, and put his face in
his hands. Charlie walked over to him, sat beside him, and put his arm
around him, quietly talking to his ear. I could see a look of confusion
cross Jeff's face, so I signaled him to sit in the desk chair while I stood
leaning again his new chest of drawers. A few minutes later, Charlie took
a clean handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to Boyd to wipe his eyes
and blow his nose. I noticed that Boyd had only gotten a couple of buttons
fastened in his cutoffs, and since I could see some blond pubic hairs
sticking out, I knew that he didn't have any underwear on. He sat up
straight and just looked over at me with his dad's arm resting lightly on
his shoulders. This was one of those `pregnant pause' times, so I guessed
that it was up to me to say something.
"The only thing that both Charlie and I want to know is, did either of you
force the other one to do something?" The boys exchanged glances and then
Jeff looked over at me and hung his head.
"No dad, nothing like that," he muttered, "It's just that--"
"Son, we raised you better than that. You have nothing to be ashamed of,
so please look at me while you're talking," I said in as kindly a tone as I
could make.
"Sorry sir," Jeff said as he snapped his head up and looked Charlie and me
squarely, "It's just that we... well, we kinda..."
"Got horny," I interjected. "Go on," I told him as I watched a crimson
blush rise up his face.
"Yeah, that and we were working together on the bed, and well... one thing
led to another... and, uhh... we just kinda both..."
"Ok, I get the picture Jeff," I told him relieving him or having to
continue, "But do you think that doing this while Boyd is here to work and
taking him away from his job is the right way to do it? And you Boyd,
you're trying to help your dad get the company off the ground, and I think
that's great, but what do you think would have happened if I wasn't as
understanding as I am? Is it worth a few moments of fun for you and your
dad to loose a job?"
"No sir," he replied, looking me straight in the eye. "I just didn't think
about that, and I should have. I'm sorry sir, please don't hold it against
my dad for the stupid thing that I did."
"I'm not holding anything against anyone son, it's just that we both needed
you guys to realize that actions have consequences, and since both of us
only want what's best for our sons, we decided to talk to you both right
now," I told a much relieved young man. "Charlie, do you think there's
maybe another half hour of work to do in Timmy's room?"
"Yeah, I'd say that's about right Bill," Charlie responded catching on to
what I was doing.
"Well then, why don't we leave these two fine young gentlemen to `finish
up' things in here, and we'll see what we can do to get the other room set
up?" I suggested looking at two really astonished boys as I moved toward
the door. Charlie gave Boyd a hug around his shoulders and stood up to
follow me out. I opened the door and Charlie stepped through, but I turned
back toward the boys. "I'm sure that you two can get everything squared
away in half an hour can't you?"
"Yes dad," Jeff answered, but Boyd could only nod his head in response.
"Oh, and Jeff, you might get Boyd's phone number," I said as I was closing
the door, "You know, for maybe another time..."
I joined Charlie further down the hall, and it was all either of us could
do to not break out in laughter. "Did you see the looks on their faces?"
he asked, and then thought better of his question. "Well duh... of course
you did, you were right there. I think you handled that great; both boys
saw that there's a time and place and right now wasn't the best time. How
do you know what to do in a situation like that?"
"Well, since we love our sons, it just kinda comes naturally doesn't it?" I
asked back. "If there's anything you'd like to talk to me about, please
feel free to call or come by most anytime. I don't pretend to know
everything about all of this, but I sure can listen if you'd just like to
talk. You have my number on the invoices, don't you?"
"Yup, I sure do. Thanks Bill, it means a lot for both my wife and me to be
able to have someone else to talk to about our son," and I could see that
he loved Boyd very much. "Let's get back in there and see what those two
imps have done to the furniture." We walked back into Timmy's room and
found both boys lying on their backs under the various sections of the
desk. I thought it was cute as hell, and had to restrain myself from
trying to tickle such easy targets. "Hey guys," Charlie called out,
"Everything going together ok?"
"Pretty much," Timmy answered, "We just can't get these three pieces
together here in the middle." Charlie crawled down there with the boys and
in no time, they had it locked together and were scrambling out from under
the ensemble. We all ganged up on all the corners and wrestled it back
against the two walls where Timmy wanted it. I was quite impressed; Timmy
had done his homework well and everything fit, including the window
opening. As we were putting the finishing touches on the double bed and
setting the nightstand into place, Jeff and Boyd stuck their heads in the
doorway.
"We're all done; what's keeping the old men?" Jeff said in his cheeky way
of digging at me. I looked up at them and saw that both had a satisfied
look on their faces and it looked like both of them had replaced their
shorts back to normal from the way that we had last seen them. Neither of
them could stop grinning like the cat who ate the canary. I was sure that
they had finished things to both of their satisfaction. We hauled out the
debris from both rooms, and I had to agree that Jeff and Boyd had done an
excellent job on Jeff's room.
As we were making one last trip out to the driveway, Jeff asked, "Can Boyd
stay over?"
"I don't have a problem with that, but maybe you'd better ask Charlie about
it," I told him. Both boys looked at Charlie expectantly.
"Maybe another time guys," he responded, dashing their hopes for a rematch.
"We still have to haul the trash to the disposal site, and still get the
trucks back home before dark... I promised his mom," he said more directed
to me than to the boys. "Besides, it's a school night." I had to chuckle
as I watched both boys react in the time honored tradition of rolling their
eyes whenever a "grownup" talks about school, but they both knew that there
was no appeal from that argument. We helped load the remaining cardboard
and Styrofoam packing into one of the trucks and waved to Charlie and Boyd
as they drove out of our cul-de-sac.
"Berry, I want you to join us for dinner tonight to pay you back for all of
the work you've helped us with yesterday and today. I've already spoken to
your mom, and it's ok with her, so you guys go get washed up and we'll head
out," I told all three of them. I saw Jeff head into my room as the other
two went into Timmy's room. I followed Jeff into my bathroom and removed
my shirt, getting ready to wash up too. "Well, did you and Boyd get to
finish?" I asked Jeff as he was washing in one of the basins.
As I stepped up to the other basin he answered, "Yeah dad, and he's hung
like a horse!" Since Jeff was only 13, I figured that maybe he had just
seen his first 16 year old cock, and compared to his, it would have been
quite a bit bigger.
"Oh? And how big is that?" I asked as I reached for the liquid soap
container. Jeff looked over to me and held his hands about 8 inches apart,
causing me to raise my eyebrows. Seeing my astonishment, he nodded his
head vigorously.
"Really dad, he's not as big around as you are, but he's so long, I can't
get it all in my mouth," he asserted. Now being on the receiving end of
his oral ministrations, and knowing that he can barely get all of me inside
his mouth and that I'm just 6 inches long, I had to give credence to his
claim. We finished washing, getting cleaned up for our night out. I
didn't feel like cooking after the long day, and it's always a special
treat for all of us to go out for dinner.
I took the boys to Sheri's; a chain in the Pacific Northwest that caters to
family meals that are both well made, and having a good variety for
everyone's tastes. I was glad to see that all the boys ordered big meals
rather than just burgers, and watched as these human eating machines
devoured every last morsel. When Greg, our server, returned and asked
about dessert, the boys all looked over at me, silently asking permission.
"Sure guys, whatever you want; you earned it," I told them and Greg at the
same time. They each ordered something different after a brief conference
and deciding that they could try more things that way. One thing I noticed
about Sheri's, they don't skimp on the whipped cream and the cherries
topping their desserts. I could only watch in amazement as they also
devoured these just like they had their dinners.
I was expecting to have to order a forklift to get them out to the car, but
they all went out as I settled the bill, leaving a generous tip for Greg
after putting up with my brood. I dropped Berry off at his house on our
way home, and then pulled into the garage and closed the door for the
night. I asked the boys if they had any homework that had been "forgotten"
and they both grudgingly answered yes, so I sent them off to their new
desks to get it done while I grabbed a beer and flopped onto the couch,
thinking about how grateful I was for the wonderful family that I had, and
about Joe and the boys coming next weekend.
About 9 o'clock, both boys reappeared and joined me on the couch. All of
the hard work for the past two days had taken its toll on all three of us,
so I suggested that we get ready for bed, and much to my amazement, got no
argument from either boy. I closed up the house, turned off the lights,
and set the alarm as I worked my way back to my bedroom. I was taken back
when I walked in and saw both of my boys already ensconced in my bed, just
waiting for me. "What, you guys don't want to sleep in you new beds
tonight?" I teased.
"We can sleep there all week daddy," Timmy responded, looking up at me with
those big, puppy dog eyes of his, "We wanna be with you tonight. We both
got a lot to tell ya." This peaked my curiosity, so I proceeded to
undress, do my bathroom routine, and then crawl up the center of the bed
between two very rampant cocks as both boys were lying on their backs,
waiting for me. I flopped down in the middle and rolled onto my back.
Timmy immediately snuggled in close while Jeff reached for the covers and
pulled them up, covering us, at least for a little while. He reached over
and switched off the light, then snuggled into my waiting arm.
"Ok Timmy, what's all of this `stuff' you have to tell me?" I asked,
expecting him to tell me about his night with Berry.
"Berry and me fucked each other... a LOT!" He was so enthused, I wasn't
sure what he was telling me.
"But I thought you guys had already done that," I said, kinda confused.
"Yeah, but he never liked it then, but he sure does now," Timmy enthused
and I could feel his little cocklet get throbbing hard against my leg.
"Daddy, I worked on him just like you taught me and Jeff. I even got him
off once while I was fingering his butt, and after that he really, really
wanted me to fuck him again. I went real slow this time, just like you
taught me, and he got the funny feelings again before I did while I was
doin' it." Timmy seemed very happy with himself, and I was happy that I
could have taught him so well that he could turn Berry's attitude around
like that.
"So how many times did you do it to each other?" I asked into the darkness
feeling both boys lightly playing around with my nipples.
"I don't `member daddy; I lost count after 10 times," he stated flatly. I
was astonished for a moment but then remembered that pre-pubescent boys
don't have to `recharge' and can even keep going right after they have an
orgasm and push on to another one. I could remember back to my own
childhood with Joe and that got me to thinking that I was really looking
forward to his visit in less than a week.
"Wow Timmy, that's great," was about all I could say with all of the mixed
emotions that were running through my mind at the moment.
"Yeah," he gushed, "He says that he can hardly wait until he can get Jeffy
to fuck him the next time. He wants to do it tomorrow after school," he
explained. Jeff didn't say anything but hugged me closer and started
kissing my chest, heading for my nipple.
I changed the subject to get him off track when I asked him, "Jeff, why
don't you tell Timmy about your afternoon?" Jeff giggled, but then started
by reminding us of how Boyd had looked when he was here.
"We were working on getting the bed to fit on the frame and I was watching
his gorgeous ass as he was bent over the bed, trying to get it to fit.
When he stood back up, I saw that he was turned on when I saw that his cock
had slid down his leg and the head was poking underneath the frayed edge of
his leg. He got real red, but I just walked up to him and started stroking
his cockhead. He leaned in to me and we kissed, and I felt him reach over
and stroke me too. We had just gotten our pants down when you knocked on
the door, and Boyd really freaked," he was explaining.
Timmy raised his head and asked, "Dad walked in on you?"
"No," Jeff replied, "I'd locked the door and dad just knocked on it, and
told us that he knew what we were doing. I knew he wouldn't be mad, but
when I opened the door and saw Charlie standing there too, then I got
scared." He went on to explain to Timmy what had transpired while Timmy
just lay there, absorbing it all like a sponge. "But after they left, we
started to finish the room, but after about five minutes, we couldn't stand
it any longer and both just jumped onto the bed and kicked our shorts off.
Timmy, he's got the biggest dick I've ever seen. It was so much that I
couldn't get it all in my mouth."
"I bet I could," Timmy muttered into my chest.
"I'll bet you could, you little slut!" I was almost ready to chastise Jeff
for calling his little brother that when he followed with, "You gotta teach
me how you do that, little brother." The thought of watching Timmy
teaching Jeff how to swallow a long dick got me harder than I already was.
I started rolling over an idea I'd had about getting a camera and a VCR to
tape the action. All of this talk about the action the boys had gotten
over the weekend really got to me. I rolled onto my side and started
kissing Timmy on the mouth, and he responded by slipping his tongue into my
mouth.
"Turn around little one," I pulled back and whispered to him. He swiveled
around on the big bed and was soon in a nice 69 position, and slipped my
cock into his mouth. As I felt him going down on my extremely hard cock, I
reached behind to draw Jeff closer, not wanting him to be left out. Jeff
rolled onto his side behind me and I pulled him closer to me, finally
getting his cock slid between my ass cheeks as Timmy was working his magic
on my cock. After only a few strokes, I felt Jeff pull away from me and I
heard noises as he was looking for something. I had gone down on Timmy's
cock and balls and had his entire package sucked into my mouth, so I didn't
worry to much about what Jeff was doing.
After a few moments, I felt Jeff's slicked up hand slip between my cheeks
and I knew what he was going to do. Slowly, he worked first one, and then
two fingers into my hole and I moaned loudly around Timmy's package that
was throbbing in my mouth as he went into his first orgasm. As Jeff eased
himself closer, I moaned again as I felt his cockhead enter my hole and
then felt his entire shaft as he pushed on inside in one, smooth stroke. I
was so turned on, I reached behind Timmy, searching for his little pucker.
As I was feeling my way to Timmy's backdoor, he raised his upper leg,
granting me more room to work on him. I gently let his cocklet out of my
mouth and reached back with my tongue, trying to slurp all the way inside
of that sweet, delicious opening.
"Ooohhhhh yyeeesssssss daddy," Timmy moaned as I connected with his hole.
Jeff was slowly stroking himself as deep into me as he could and pulling
back as far as he dared, hitting my prostate with every push. I knew I
wasn't going to last much longer, and really didn't care anymore. I
attacked Timmy's hole like a man possessed and felt his whole body go rigid
in my arms as he strained under another, more powerful orgasm. That was it
for me and I screamed a muffled sound into Timmy's butt cheeks as I
overloaded his sucking mouth and his grasping throat.
My involuntary tightening of my anal chute brought Jeff over the top
shortly after Timmy and me. "OH GOD! OH GOD!" he screamed out as I felt
the first shots of his powerful cum enter my backside. He thrust as deeply
as he could and caught my hypersensitive prostate as he did, causing me to
moan once again.
As I slowly came down from my sexual high, I could again feel my boys.
Timmy was still absently slurping on my slowly receding cock, but since the
foreskin had again partially covered my exposed glans, it wasn't tormenting
me but actually felt kind of nice. Jeff was still buried in my ass but he
wasn't as hard and rigid as he had been but was just snuggling close and
holding me tight as he found his own way back to sanity.
As both boys calmed, they pulled away and righted themselves as we all
adjusted in the bed to be able to sleep. We said our good nights and in a
flash, we were all dead to the world.
Over the next week, we gradually adjusted our rhythms of living to
accommodate having three bedrooms for the boys to spread out. I made sure
to come home "late" on Monday, making sure that the boys had all of the
privacy they needed to explore this new side of Berry. Jeff was beside
himself as he related how Berry had made him raw because he wouldn't take
no for an answer, and made Jeff fuck him to four separate orgasms while he
went through at least twice as many of his `dry cums'. I had to chuckle
when Jeff swore that Berry was a monster and that he wouldn't allow THAT to
happen again.
Joe called on Wednesday night to tell us that he had re-confirmed his
reservations and his arrival times into Portland airport. I'm glad that
they were traveling east to west and were able to take advantage of the two
hour time difference between us. That way, when the boys got out of a half
day at school, they could leave immediately and still get in here at a
reasonable time. Jeff and Timmy talked to each of their counterparts and
seemed enthused at their arrival. We still weren't sure of the sleeping
arrangements and I figured that we'd just play it by ear after they
arrived. I told Joe to not let the boys fill up on junk food as they flew
since I was planning on taking everyone to the yacht club for a nice
welcome dinner after they touched down.
Work was just kinda `there', and I was so pre-occupied, even my secretary
noticed and commented to me. After I explained that my brother and his
sons were visiting for the first time after my wife died, she let it be
known around the company, which helped a lot with my absentmindedness and
made sure that I was out of there on time each night. Everything that I
could think of was done, and when I picked the boys up on Friday night, I
saw that they were as nervous as I was.
As we were sitting in the waiting lounge for arriving passengers and
watching the plane pull up to the jetway, I was as nervous as a cat in a
room full of rocking chairs. Suddenly my mouth went dry and my palms
started to sweat; `what was I doing here,' I thought, `trying to recapture
my youth in a desperate attempt to turn back time?'
To Be Continued...