Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2010 22:06:20 -0600
From: Matti Kirjailija <matti_kirjailija@me.com>
Subject: Hayden, chapter 5

Hayden

Chapter Five

By Matti Kirjailija


	"I've gotta pee," Hayden announced, the moment he was naked.  He
and his father were in the hotel's small locker room, preparing to swim in
the glass-covered indoor pool.  The locker room was a luxury few hotels
had, and was the reason Nelson had chosen this particular hotel.  Normally,
one had to change in one's room, then parade through the hotel in a
swimsuit, or gym gear.  That would have suited both him and his son, and
they could have done just that, but the opportunity to be naked around
other men, in a locker room environment, won out."

	After playing with the dildo, they'd napped, wrapped in one
another's arms.  Now, fully "reloaded," as Hayden called it, they were
ready to see what adventure they might stumble across.  Nelson watched as
his son casually strode through the locker room, finding it difficult to
not get an erection, at the sight.  'After all,' he thought, 'He and I have
rubbed butt cheeks.'

	The double-headed dildo had been a wonderful idea.  'It was
exciting to know that Hayden was impaled on the same toy as I was.  Every
move I made, he felt, and vice versa.'  Nelson grinned, shaking his head,
recalling the sight of his son's sphincter stretched taut, as the toy
penetrated him, the silicone . . . thing . . . obscenely hanging from the
boy's butthole.

	'I'm gonna be inside that same hole, soon,' Nelson vowed.  'And,
he's gonna be in me.  And,' he grinned, 'I'm hoping that the idea of
getting some guys up to the room, for some fun, pans out.  It's funny.
Since getting married, I've never done anything with another guy.  I've
considered it, but I never have.  Now, with Nancy, away from the house so
much . . .'  Nelson paused.  'No, me having gay sex doesn't really have
anything to do with her absence.  I'm finally admitting that having sex
with a guy is way more satisfying than having sex with her.'  Nelson
thought of his and his wife's declining sex life.  'I'm thinking that she's
not very happy with me, either.'

	Hayden, and his firm white butt cheeks and tight hole, had slowly
and confidently walked the length of the locker room.  In the distance, one
could hear the spray of showers and echoing laughter of a couple men.
'Nothing like being away from women to bring out the child in a guy,'
Nelson thought, 'the child and the desire to show off,' he added, as he saw
his son stop and speak to someone at the far end of the locker room.  After
a few words, he nodded, waved his thanks, and turned, presumably toward the
urinals.

	"Is that your son?" the man across the aisle asked.  Nelson had
been dimly aware of the man's presence, but had been so wrapped up in his
thoughts, he'd not paid much attention to the person.  He grinned, stuffed
his underwear into the small locker, and nodded, wearing nothing but a
smile.  "Nice looking young man," the man added, glancing from where Hayden
had disappeared, to the young man's father, who stood, holding his swimsuit
at his side.

	'Hung, and thick,' were the only things Frank could think of, as he
tried not to stare.

	"I'm Frank." He stepped out of his own underwear and held out his
hand, after tossing the skimpy piece of fabric into his own locker.  "Frank
Lyons," he added.  "My son, Mark, is already in the showers," he added,
after shaking Nelson's hand.  "The boy's a little showoff.  Well, not so
little any longer," he said, in an aside.  "He's turning nineteen this
weekend.  We're here to play, and have some fun."

	Nelson raised his brows, inviting an explanation.

	"Yeah," Frank chuckled, flicking a glance toward the showers, and a
burst of laughter.  "From the sound of it, he may have started without me."

	Both men turned, as Hayden casually approached.  "Hey," he said,
greeting Frank and shaking his hand.  "I'm Hayden.  I see you already met
my dad."  He smiled, as he stepped past his father, turning his back to the
man across the aisle, and began rummaging in his gym bag, as his father and
Frank continued to visit.  His ears perked up when he heard Frank raise his
voice, welcoming his son, the guy from the shower, with whom Hayden had
already visited.

	Mark had been standing under the shower spray, toying with his
cock, during their entire conversation.  "Very cool dick, dude," Hayden had
said.  "I bet it's even better when it's completely hard."  He stepped
close, unabashedly examining the older boy's groin.  "Love the hair, too,"
he grinned.  "Since I'm blond, I don't think mine'll ever look as good."
He tore his eyes away from the thickening penis.  "Um . . . sorry, I'm
Hayden."

	"Mark," the older boy responded.  "Thanks . . . for the
compliments," the older boy had grinned.  "Your cock looks hot, too."  He
hesitated, glancing from side to side.  "You're pretty forward.  Um, do you
like to play?"

	Hayden smiled, broadly, then reached out and caressed Mark's
erection, stroking it a couple times before he backed away.  "There's your
answer."  He laughed.  "You can breathe now," he teased.  Sorry, but I can
be a little forward.  Um . . . I'm here with my dad."  This time, Hayden
groped himself, intensely conscious of the older boy's scrutiny.  "He is
pretty . . . forward . . . too."

	"Yeah?  Well, maybe I'll see you around, huh?"

	"I expect so," Hayden smiled, then turned away, leaving Mark to
wonder exactly what had just happened.  On the way back to his father,
Hayden made sure the locker room was empty, except for Mark, and the man
his father was chatting with.  'Oh, boy,' he thought, in anticipation.

	  "Um, Hayden and I've sorta already met, Dad," Mark blushed, as
his father introduced him to Nelson and his son.  "Back in the showers," he
added, by way of explanation.

	Hayden held up a hand, greeting Mark, then turned back to his gym
bag which sat on the floor, and began rummaging about, completely aware
that he was exposing himself to Frank and his son.  He smiled at the
momentary hesitation in the conversation, then the ragged way in which it
resumed.  When he stood, he casually glanced over his shoulder, absently
grinning at Frank, who was openly toying with his cock.

	"Lookin' good," Hayden said, causing the older man to jerk in
surprise, and Nelson to smile, and silently tell himself that he would play
along with whatever his son had cooked up.

	While his father returned Frank's wondering look with a smile and
slight shrug, Hayden rubbed the open palm of a hand over one of his ass
cheeks, then ran a finger between his cheeks and toyed with his hole.

	The conversation had stopped, entirely.  "Geez, I like how that
feels," he said, in all innocence, as he turned around.  Frank and his son
were totally erect, and his father wasn't close behind.  "Don't you?" he
asked, looking at Mark, whose lips twitched into a knowing smile before he
nodded.  "From the looks of both of your dicks, I'm guessing you do."

	"Geez," Frank sighed.  "This is wild."

	"It's even better when my Dad uses his fingers to work my ass,"
Hayden said, lowering his voice, and glancing from his father to Frank and
Mark.  "Of course, I think it's pretty hot, when I play with his, too."

	"Fuckin' damn," Mark murmured, stepping closer to Hayden and his
father, and glancing toward his own father.

	Hayden motioned Mark closer, then tenderly ran a hand over the
older boy's ass cheeks.  "Your butt's about as hot as your dick," he
grinned.  "We're here on a mini-vacation . . . just the two of us," he
explained, as he tenderly ran his hand over the swell of his father's ass.
"We wanted to be alone so we could play."

	"Your father fingers your hole?" Mark asked, openly playing with
himself, glancing at Hayden's firm, fifteen year-old butt.  Hayden nodded
once, then turned his back, spread his legs, and leaned forward, bracing
himself with a hand on either knee.

	"Go ahead, Dad," he murmured, barely loud enough for everyone to
hear what he said.  "Show Mark and Frank how much you like my butthole."

	"Damn," Frank murmured, glancing from his son's erection, to his
own, then to the father and son, standing barely three feet away.  'And I
thought Mark was a show-off,' he thought.  'This kid has him beat,
hands-down.'  He held his breath, as he watched the young man's father step
closer to his son, and run a forefinger up and down the boy's butt crack.
The third time he approached his son's hole, he paused and slowly inserted
his finger.

	"Fuuuuck," Mark sighed.  "You're already lubed!  What were you
thinking might happen?" he asked Hayden, not really expecting a reply.

	"The lube's from earlier," Hayden groaned, pushing back on his
father's finger.

	"Fuuuuck," Mark repeated, imagining what must have happened, for
Hayden to already be lubed, and ready to go.

	Hayden abruptly pulled away from his father, and sat on the bench
separating the two small rows of lockers.  "Shoot on my tongue," he
ordered, his father.  Nelson, completely caught up in what was happening,
stepped closer.  "Spread your legs some," Hayden murmured.  "Mark's been
eying your sexy butt.  Maybe he'd like to finger you as you shoot your junk
on my tongue."

	"Here?" Frank asked, his voice shaking with suppressed excitement,
as Mark anxiously began kneading Nelson's ass cheeks.

	"Fuck, yeah, here," his son answered.  "This guy knows how to have
real fun.  He moved closer to Nelson.  "Y'really okay with me fingering
you?" he asked.

	"Yeah, man," Nelson groaned.  "Y'better hurry, though.  I'm not
gonna last long.  I love it when a guy massages my prostate."  He grunted,
as Mark wasted no time, slipping first one, then two fingers into Nelson's
asshole, and located the prostate.

	"Man, I'd love to be fucking this," he said to his father.  "This
guy's scorching hot, and he's already lubed."

	"Y'like being fucked?" Frank breathlessly asked, envisioning his
son mounting the handsome, dark-haired man he was fingering.  He'd watched
his son, once, fucking another man, and had used that image as masturbation
fodder ever since.  'Maybe this guy would let me take some pics of Mark
doing him.'

	"Y'think you'd like to fuck my dad?" Hayden murmured, flicking his
gaze from his father's erection, to Mark, to Frank, and back to the broad
head of his father's cock, which was almost touching his waiting tongue.

	"Would I?!  You name a time and place, and Dad and I'll be there.
I'd really get off on watching you and him, too . . . y'know, while Dad and
I play.  Is that an idea?"

	Nelson's groan was all the answer the three other men needed.  Mark
smiled, and pressed firmly against Nelson's firm prostate, resulting in an
immediate groan of pleasure.  "Holy fuck," Nelson sighed, in a shaky
breath, as he masturbated and fucked himself on Mark's fingers.

	"You guys . . .  Shoot your load on Hayden," Nelson urged, his
breathing quickening.  "He loves being covered in sperm."  Hayden made an
affirmative sound and nodded, never taking his eyes off his father's slowly
moving hand.  The head of his father's cock, and it's gaping piss slit,
filled his vision.  His wiry pubes formed a dense mat at the base of his
cock, and a thin trail of hair ran in a straight line from his pubes to his
navel, emerging from the opposite side of the shallow indention to run over
the ripples of his father's belly, and finally fan out in a spread of short
hair, which covered his chest.

	"C'mon, Dad," Hayden urged, as Mark slowly pumped two fingers into
Nelson.  "Shoot on my tongue, then kiss me so we can share your stuff."

	At his side, Mark groaned, and, nearby, his father did the same.

	"Ready?" Nelson asked.  Hayden nodded once, extended his tongue,
and waited for the first blast of hot juice.  One stroke, two, three
strokes, and Hayden felt the blast of his father's sperm hit the back of
his throat.  He involuntarily gulped, just as Frank and his son both
reached orgasm at the same time.  As a second shot of his father's sperm
coated his tongue, he felt the warm splash, first of Mark's sperm, then
Frank's.

	Nelson continued to slowly milk his dick, coaxing out the last
drops of sperm onto his son's slime covered tongue.

	"Fuuuuck," Mark sighed, as he withdrew his fingers and wiped the
head of his cock over Hayden's shoulder, leaving behind a glistening
line. "That was freaking hot."  Hayden stood, turned to him, and showed him
his sperm-coated tongue and chin, then turned to Frank, who made a groaning
sound, deep in his chest.  He watched the blond boy turn to his father, who
tenderly kissed him, wrapping his arms around his son's shoulders and
spreading Mark and his father's sperm over Hayden's back, while they shared
the older man's load.

	When they reluctantly parted, Nelson licked over his son's chin.
"Whew!" he grinned, as he licked his lips, backing away from his son, who
seemed slightly dazed.  "That was hot."

	"Can I?" Mark hesitated.  The three men turned to him.  "He licked
his lips.  "Hayden, Can I . . . lick Dad's and my stuff off you?"


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	"That was soooo cool!" Hayden almost shouted, as he and his father
returned to their room.  "Imagine, showing off for a couple guys who also
like to show off, and watch!"  He flopped backward onto the bed, then
immediately propped himself up on his elbows.  "And, when Mark started
fucking you with his fingers!"  He rolled onto his stomach, then halfway
onto his father, who had joined him on the bed.

	"Y'think they'll come by, after dinner, like they said?"  He laid
his head on his father's chest, feeling the slow rise and fall, and
listening to the steady heartbeat.  "Y'gonna fuck me soon?" he asked.  "The
sooner you fuck me," he continued, "the sooner I get to fuck you, y'know.
When Mark was fingering you, down in the locker room, I was thinking how
cool it's gonna be to be inside you.  Even better than using that big ol'
dildo."

	"After dinner," Nelson promised, gently returning his son's head to
his chest, where he began running his fingers through the boy's hair, now,
thankfully, gel-free.  "I'd like to recharge a little more so, when I
shoot, I'm able to fill your hole."

	"I'm recharged," Hayden chuckled.

	"Yeah, and I'm twenty years older than you, my man.  Wait twenty
years and you'll see what I mean.  I could shoot right now . . . easily,"
he added, "I just wouldn't be at my best."  He kissed the top of Hayden's
head.  "The first time we do it, I want to be at my best.  After all," he
murmured, "nothing's too good for my handsome son."

	"Aw, Dad," Hayden squirmed slightly, uncharacteristically
uncomfortable with the praise, "I'm nothing special.  There are tons of
guys way better looking than me."

	"Not so," Nelson smiled.  Hayden rolled onto him and began nuzzling
the crook of his father's neck.  "There are lots of things which make a man
handsome," Nelson murmured.  "Looks, of course, is one of them, which you
have," he added, toying with the hair at the back of his son's head.
"Intelligence is another," he added, "empathy, humor.  You don't do stuff
which will come back and haunt you in later years.  I'm talking about
dangerous or illegal stuff, not appearing naked on cam.  You study hard,
and, according to your teachers, are an asset in your classes.  You know
when to play and when to be serious.  You listen when I tell you something,
no matter what it is I happen to be going on about.  You question me when
you think I may be wrong.  I like that.  It shows that you're thinking, not
just accepting whatever I have to say.  You're courteous."  He kissed the
top of Hayden's head.  "I could go on . . . and on, but you get the idea.
All these things go into making the man, who's laying on top of me, so
special."

	"Geez, Dad," Hayden managed, after taking an audible swallow.
"Thanks for saying all that stuff."  He squirmed slightly.  "I love you,
too.  I know my friends would think it's sorta freaky if they heard me say
I love you . . . just 'cause you're my Dad.  They're the ones who're losing
out, though, and they know it.  They don't have a Dad like you.  You know
. . . one who'll really pay attention to them, like you do me.  They've
told me how lucky I am, but I already know."  He kissed his father's neck.

	"This is nice," he murmured, close to his father's ear.  "Laying
here like this, I mean.  We're totally free to do whatever it is we want.
If we wanna watch TV, we can do it.  Or, if we wanna cuddle and kiss, we
can do that, too.  It's gonna be rough going back home . . . y'know?" he
asked, in a small voice.  "I won't be able to hold you, whenever I want,
n'stuff."


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	Nelson never would have expected that the simple act of having
dinner with his son could have been so . . . wonderful.  Hayden was, once
again, the wide-eyed young man, commenting on everything around him, acting
as if he'd never been allowed outside the confines of his home before.  He
was practically bouncing on his seat with excitement by the time a
supremely indulgent waiter took their order.

	"This is so cool," his perfect smile lighting the room.  "Thank
you, Dad.  When you said we were going to a nice place, I had no idea!"  He
leaned closer to the window, next to their table, and stared out of the
floor to ceiling window of the slowly revolving restaurant.  "I can't feel
it move," he announced, smiling at the waiter, who had chosen that moment
to appear at their table's side.  "It really rotates?" he asked, accepting
the waiter's smiling nod without question.  'So cool,' he murmured, to
himself, as he tore his attention away from the city lights, stretching
into the distance, and studied the menu.

	"Dad," he whispered, "they've left off the prices for everything.
How am I supposed to figure out what to order?"

	Nelson smiled.  "Order whatever it is you want.  We don't do this
sort of thing every day; so get whatever it is you like."  Hayden studied
the menu.

	"I don't know what half of this stuff is.  A moment later, his eyes
lit and he closed the menu, appearing very pleased with himself.  "So
cool," he repeated, sneaking a peek at the lights of the city, stretching
into the distance, checking to see if the restaurant had really moved.

	The meal was all Nelson could have hoped for.  Hayden was on his
best . . . adult . . . behavior, taking many of his cues from his father,
while, thankfully, not suppressing his unique outline on his surroundings.
"Thanks, Dad," he said.  "This is all so cool.  I bet none of my friends
have ever been to this place."

	Both men looked up, at the sound of a familiar voice.

	"Hey, guys!"  Frank and his son, Mark, the acquaintances from the
locker room, smiled as they approached Hayden and Nelson's table.  "I
thought it was you, sitting over here.  We seem to hang out in the same
places."

	"Hey, Frank," Hayden smiled, then added, "What's up, Mark?
Anything I might be interested in?"  He made a ;calm down' gesture when
Nelson pointedly cleared his throat, hinting that now was not the place to
be too overt.

	"Um," Mark began, then hesitated.  "Um, both Dad and I wanted to
stop by your table and tell you . . . both, how much we enjoyed this
afternoon."  He flicked a glance in his father's direction.  "Are we still
invited to stop by . . . for a," he cleared his throat, "visit?"

	Nelson laughed.  "Definitely!"  He folded his napkin, and stood.
"We've already taken care of the bill, and were just visiting, watching the
city lights.  But, if you'd like, and if you don't have any other plans,
maybe you guys could join us tonight?  If you're not too worn out from
earlier, that is," he grinned.

	"Yeah," Hayden grinned, all thought of the city lights forgotten.
"I'm ready."  He hurried Mark and Frank toward the restaurant's entry.
Nelson motioned them on, stopping a moment to visit with their waiter.

	Nelson thanked the waiter for his special treatment of Hayden,
adding to an already generous tip, then turned back to his son and their
friends, who were waiting in the restaurant lobby.  The brief conversation
with the waiter also gave him a chance to think about exactly how far he
was willing to go tonight.  He knew, if given half a chance, Mark would
love to mount him.  Hayden had already told him that if that should happen,
either with Mark, or someone else, things would be . . . cool.  Looking at
the handsome teenager, who was waiting with his father and Hayden, Nelson
admitted to himself that he would love to have the beefy young man's penis
buried in his butthole.  'But, not until after Hayden,' he vowed.  'Hayden
is most important . . . always.'

	"Well, men," Nelson said, as they stood in the elevator lobby.  "I
do have to add one condition about spending some quality time together."
Both Frank and Mark nodded their understanding.

	"Um . . ." Nelson grinned.  "Earlier today, when you saw that we
were both already lubed, you assumed we'd both been . . . fucked.
Actually, we hadn't.  We'd been playing with a double-headed toy, sort of
in preparation for," he lowered his voice, "for doing the other."

	"We've never done it yet." Hayden added.  "That's what we were
gonna do, whenever we got back to the room."  He turned to his father.  "We
still are, I hope."

	Nelson nodded.  "We'd love being watched, or we'd love watching,
but you've gotta remember that this is Hayden's first time, for the actual
thing, so we're not gonna rush things.  If that's cool with you both, then
we'd love to have you join us."

	Hayden turned to his father.  "I'd like to add, guys, that . . . at
least, for the time being, my . . . um . . . hole is only for Dad.  And, um
. . . at least, for now, I'm not . . . doing . . . anyone else.  I may not
behave like it, but I'm sorta new to all this guy-stuff.  I feel
. . . safe, I guess, with Dad.  Later . . ." he shrugged, "who knows?  He
and I have talked things over, and if he wants to have someone . . . do
. . . him, that'd be cool."  Hayden shook his head.  "Geez, guys.  Sorry to
lay a bunch of rules on you.  I hope things are okay.  I really want 'em to
be.  I had a great time this afternoon, and would like to do more stuff
with you both."

	"Can I do other stuff with you, Hayden?" Mark asked, trying to hide
his disappointment at not being able to either be fucked by Hayden, or to
fuck him.  "I mean, like kiss and suck n'stuff like that?  I'm talking
about doing that with both of you.  I'm sure Dad wants to, too," he
amended.

	"If you don't want to though," Frank added, saving Hayden from
having to make an immediate decision.  "Mark and I will understand.  Since
you're just starting out, you have to become really comfortable with what
you're doing, and with each other, before welcoming in someone else.  I
know Mark and I will be happy just watching and being watched."

	"Then, we're all on the same page," Nelson grinned, motioning
everyone into the waiting elevator.  "Our floor?" he asked.

	"Dad and I need to stop by our room for a couple minutes, first,"
Mark apologized.  "You don't need to wait 'till we're there to start."

	"Don't be too long," Hayden urged, groping Mark the moment the
elevator door had slid shut.  "I wanna taste you guys' sperm," the younger
boy murmured, in response to Frank's earlier question, glancing from Mark
to Frank.  "Both Dad and I love sperm.  Here's my key card to the room.
That way . . . if Dad and I are in the middle of something . . . we won't
have to get up to answer the door."


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	"Alright, sexy," Hayden said, the moment he and his father had
entered their room and dimmed the light.  "Who knows how long those guys'll
be?  I'm gettin' naked!"  With that, he hurriedly stripped, tossing his
clothes onto a nearby chair, and motioning for his father to do the same.

	"I think I'm needing some fresh air," Hayden called, looking over
his shoulder to his father, who was hurriedly stripping.  "Let's go out on
the balcony for a few minutes.  I wish it weren't dark outside, but,"
Hayden shrugged, "I can't have everything."

	He slid the large glass door to the side, and stepped out onto the
spacious balcony.  "Hey, Dad," he called into the room.  "Bring one of
those blankets from the bed, why don't you?  I'm thinking it'd be cool to
lie down out here."  He smiled, as his father brought out a blanket and
spread it on the floor of the balcony.  "There's a good view," Hayden
murmured, taking his father into his arms.

	"Of us," he murmured, into Nelson's ear, as he pressed his naked
body against his father's, and kneaded his father's buttocks, and they
kissed.  "We can only hope that someone's watching."

	"Why the blanket?" Nelson asked, after they'd parted from a lengthy
kiss.

	"I was thinking it'd be cool to lay down out here . . . you know
. . . with you on top of me, or something.  But, I think the view is better
if we're standing."

	They both turned toward the sound of the room's door opening.
Frank secured the door and flipped the switch, illuminating the 'Do Not
Disturb' sign in the hallway.

	"Ignore, 'em," Hayden murmured, close to his father's ear.  As far
as we're concerned, they're not there . . . even when we go back inside."

	"But . . ."

	"I saw Frank stop Mark from saying something, motioning for him to
be quiet."  Hayden glanced over his father's shoulder, as he continued to
mash himself against his father's groin and knead his buttocks.  "They've
stripped, and are beginning to kiss, so I think we're all playing the same
game."

	"Ahhhh," Nelson exhaled.  "My little boy wants to play a showoff
game."

	Hayden licked over his father's neck and jaw, then gave him a brief
kiss.  "You gotta remember, you're dealing with a pro.  After all, I'm the
one who has nights and nights of experience, showing off on that webcam.
So . . ." Nelson felt, more than heard, his son's chuckle.  "So, I'm the
boss.  Got it?" he asked, smacking the bare skin of his father's ass cheek
with the open palm of his hand.

	"Well . . . the pro likes to talk too much," Nelson murmured, as he
backed his son up against the glass of the room's sliding door, then
aggressively kissed him.  'I can see it's always going to be a battle about
who's on top,' Nelson laughed, to himself.

	In the dim light of the room, Frank was laying on his back, in the
middle of one of the beds, with his legs spread wide.  As Nelson watched,
continuing to press his and his son's erections against one another, Frank
Mark climbed onto the bed between his father's spread legs, and lowered
himself onto the larger man, who immediately wrapped him in a tight
embrace.

	'Fuck, what a butt that boy has on him!' Nelson inwardly groaned.
'A beautiful butt, to match an equally outstanding cock.  Still,' he
thought, as his tongue found his son's, 'no one's butt . . . or . . . cock
is better than my son's.'

	From where they were sprawled on one of the room's beds, Frank and
Mark glanced to the two naked men on the balcony.  When they'd entered the
room, both Hayden and Nelson were standing near the railing, showing off to
anyone who might be watching from one of the nearby office buildings.  It
didn't matter that they were thirty floors up; the idea, that someone might
be watching them, was a turn-on.  Frank could feel the excitement, and he
was half a room away.

	As his son climbed onto him, he glanced toward the balcony.  Nelson
had backed his naked boy against the glass door and was wildly thrusting
himself against his slightly shorter son.  "Fuuuuck," he murmured, as he
took the full weight of his son.  "Y'know they're watching us," he
murmured, reaching for his son's beefy butt cheeks.

	"Hmm," Mark murmured in response, as he began to rhythmically
thrust himself against his father's erection.  They'd been having sex with
one another for the past four or five years, yet this was the first time
they'd been together in front of someone else.  'I wish this could go on
all night,' he thought to himself.  'Dad and me doing our thing, same as
Nelson and Hayden.  Then, hopefully, Nelson would welcome me to sink my
dick in his butt.'

	Mark thrust harder.  'Damn, but the man's got an awesome ass.  Just
like his son.  Class A butt!'  He mashed his open mouth against his
father's, as his passion rose.  'Then . . . when I've finished shooting a
load in Nelson's butt, Dad can do the same, while . . . hopefully
. . . Hayden and I can watch, and kiss.'

	He rolled off of his father, then pushed the older man's knees back
to his shoulders, exposing his hole, surrounded by a halo of short hair.
'Damn, but I've spent some good times sucking on that butthole,' he
thought, as he aggressively began tonguing the muscular opening.  'Both
sucking and fucking,' he amended his earlier thought.  'Just like Dad has
done with mine.'

	He and Frank were both dimly aware of Nelson and his son returning
to the room, and quietly sliding the balcony door closed.  'We pretend
we're alone,' his father had told him, the moment they'd found their
friends out on the balcony, hoping for an audience.

	"C'mon, Dad," Hayden murmured, loud enough for the two men on the
adjoining bed to hear him.  "Get me all wet."  He climbed onto the bed, on
hands and knees, and leaned forward, spreading his ass cheeks for the man
who quickly buried his face between the pale skinned muscular mounds.
"Yeah, that's it," Hayden groaned, gyrating his butt cheeks against his
father's face.

	"You've been dreaming of sliding that thing of yours into my boy
butt, haven't you?"

	There was a muffled answer.

	"I've never had anyone's . . . sperm . . . in my butt before,"
Hayden continued, in a hypnotic voice.  "I'm glad my Dad's gonna be the
first to shoot inside me.

	"Whenever I was showing the world my asshole, on that webcam, I
always imagined you watching, jacking off your meat while I fingered
myself.  I could see you, standing there in front of your computer, sliding
your hand up and down that big dick of yours, wishing that you were inside
of me.

	"Whenever I'd shoot my juice in my hand, and spread it over my
hole, for all the world to see . . . I was imagining you'd just finished
filling me, and I was playing with your sperm as it oozed out."

	There was a low groan from the bed next to them, which Hayden
barely heard.

	"I'd fuck myself with my slimy fingers, imagining it was you.  And,
when I'd collect as much juice as I could, on my fingers, I imagined it was
your spunk I was licking off."


~ to be continued ~


	If you like this story, you might be interested in reading my other
story, Seth, also in the Nifty Incest section.  I have also been asked by
Roy Reinikainen, the author of the incest stories, Travis and Jess to add
to his stories.  I'll post chapters as time and inspiration permit.
	If you'd like to comment on my work, you can send me an email at:
matti-kirjailija@me.com
	And, in case you're wondering what the name means, and how it's
pronounced, it means, Matti, the writer, and is pronounced, MAW-tea
KEAR-yawl-e-yaw.