Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 10:23:33 -0400
From: JM Stone <riversplash21@gmail.com>
Subject: Part 17, His Father's Chest

Part 17: Winning Friends and Influencing Lovers

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Preview Notes: This series begins with its first 10 chapters focused on the
developing relationship between Lee Jacobs, father, and his son, Steve.
Lee, an older man in a strained marriage, is a reputable community leader,
a successful businessman, and a devoted family man. His son, Steve, has
returned home after two years of college on the West Coast. Lee desires
Steve's love as a son and admires his youthful energies while Steve
considers his father the most handsome man with a sexy chest that turns on
his fantasies.  Their attractions to each other have been delayed, but
cannot be denied.  During a week of their lives and several different
encounters, they overcome the barriers between them and begin a fresh,
exciting relationship as men.  Subsequent chapters or parts 11-16 remain
focused on Lee and Steve, but begin to introduce other characters in their
lives.  Part 17 provides the intimate details of Lee, Steve, and his
grandfather enjoying their personal lives and sexual choices with others
.It simmers and then sizzles. Enjoy!

By - Jammer Stone

With Lee in a strange town recruiting business, JL there to keep himself
entertained while Lee worked, and Steve back home and left to his own vices
and devices, the next couple of days brought different pleasures and
temptations that the three generations of family men found intensely
satisfying.  All three discovered that while their loyalty to each other -
Lee and Steve and Lee and JL - exceeded all other relationships, their
libidos exceeded the loyalty.

Leaving JL at the hotel, Lee took his portfolio, demonstration materials,
slide show, and design and financial proposals to meet with a group of five
investors who wanted to build an upscale planned community. Lee did not
know if he had any possibility at all of being one of the key cogs in the
design or building of the multi-facility community, but he at least wanted
some piece of the action as a noted contractor in the state.

He drove out of the city about five miles to a posh county club aptly named
"The Rose Hill Summit County Club and Recreational Community." There he met
a Board of Trustees consisting of seven men and two women, but more
importantly he also met a group of investment partners consisting of five
gentlemen led by the sensationally wealthy Mr. Tron Anders.

Anders was a towering man, slim, deeply tanned, strong jaw line, sparkling
smile, thinning silver hair, long legs, and brilliant blue eyes. Anders had
just turned 69-years-old, but appeared very fit, very much intellectually
engaged, and highly energetic.  On first meeting, one could tell he was a
happy man, who was satisfied with himself, ambitious and energetic, and
except for a wrinkle or two, he possessed a superbly handsome face. Lee was
immediately taken with Anders' charisma, charm and personable style.

Three of the other four gentlemen were less impressive by style, looks, or
personalities. They were friendly enough and courteous, but did not show
either much personality or physical attraction. They were money pockets in
the financial venture, but Tron Anders was the leader and obviously made
the final decisions.  One of the four was a notable lawyer, who was too
obese to be considered healthy; another was a financial broker wearing
thick glasses and dealing with a bad case of allergies; and the third was a
real estate agent who had inherited a large family fortune and while he was
attractive enough and even fairly fit and handsome, he used a lot of
profanity and bad grammar, acted like both a sexist and a racist, and
generally was not the kind of person that Lee Jacobs chose to be around.

The fourth gentleman, an Italian-born entrepreneur and investor named
Ercole Lombardi or "Cole," among his American friends, was about the same
age as Lee.  Although somewhat short, his muscular body was evident, making
him look power-packed and like a brick house under his clothes. He had a
serious look more so than a handsome one, but his dark hair, dark eyes and
friendly smile served him well. As a flashy dresser, Ercole also had a good
style and a strong sense of humor, but he was reserved. He had made a
fortune creating a chain of regional bakery shops.

By comparison to his companions, Tron Anders was a different breed. About
his first name that often raised interests, born and named Troy Ron, he was
called T-Ron during his childhood and young adult days, but once a friend
tagged him with the nickname Tron, it stuck, it worked, and he liked it
enough to adopt it and insist on being so called.  Tron Anders was a
leader. He had been an all-star basketball player when in college. He had
been in the foreign intelligence and embassy services with the
U.S. Department of State, leaving a successful career there to accept an
offer on Wall Street. Since leaving New York, he also had been hugely
successful in business as a professional liaison that put other people's
money together to build, buy and add value to greater things.

During their happy hour and a couple of cocktails for each man, Lee was
glad to enjoy fun and easy conversations and introductions with both
Mr. Anders and Ercole, who Lee had to remember preferred to be called Cole.
Both men received him well. Cole patted Lee's back in confirmation no less
than four or five times; and Mr. Anders kept a hand on Lee's shoulder as
they stood and chatted with the Board members and the investors. As Lee
offered constructive insights or ideas about their planned community and
its facilities or as he talked sports or politics or made a joke or two,
Mr. Anders looked down, winked, and squeezed his shoulder. Lee felt they
had established immediate liking.

The group sat down to a light dinner fare of mostly a vegan origin. Lee
expected more, but soon found out that Mr. Anders was not one for eating
heavily at night. He also would learn that Mr. Anders dictated affairs with
this bunch. Before he finished his dessert, Tron Anders leaned over the
table and asked Lee if he were ready to begin his presentation. With the
two men having gotten along well and enjoying getting to know each other,
Lee was feeling comfortable about things.

The presentation went exceedingly well.  Lee's creative ideas, solutions to
challenges, and charisma before the group gave him the confidence that it
was going to take a very strong competitor to best his efforts.  He could
not help himself, but he started thinking budget figures and profit
earnings.

During his presentation he showed the group an artist's rendition of the
type of Fun Park, multi-purpose pool, and triple-tier waterfalls that could
highlight the family community area of the village. When a slide of actual
waterfalls that his firm had already constructed at a site was shown, he
forgot that his firm's graphic artist had used a shot of him posing near
the waterfall in a skimpy bathing suit along with two other younger male
employees. While the younger guys had on swimming suits, Lee was the only
one bare-chested.  Mr. Anders stopped the presentation to go back to the
slide.

"Wow, Mr. Jacobs," Tron Anders said standing in back of the room. "Looking
at that slide of you, the guys with you, and the waterfall, I'd say our
planned community would be a beautified attraction. You cut a smart and
handsome figure. I applaud your fitness."

To add to Lee's surprise, Cole applauded and added, "You and your guy
friends are a very handsome trio, my friend."

Even the obese attorney spoke up to add, "Some of the rest of us wished we
could wear a bathing suit that well."

Lee was only slightly embarrassed, but he was more aware of the ease at
which Tron Anders had stopped him to return to the slide and that he and
the others had voiced their approval of his physical appearance as another
guy.  And to his astonishment, Tron Anders walked up to him, took the
remote from his hand, and zoomed in on his shirtless upper body.

"Mr. Jacobs, my friend, let your small audience enjoy the real show. I know
these men and women, and except for a couple of the men not having such an
interest, you might just win our majority approval this way. In fact, you
will win our favor this way." To Lee's surprise, Tron Anders manipulated
the slide on the screen to where Lee's chest looked huge. His chest fur,
perky brown nipples, and muscles looked visually impressive. The small
group began to applaud. Lee smiled. He joked, "Oops! Our graphic artist was
not supposed to leave that slide there. We had many others."

He heard Mr. Anders remark, "We are glad he did," Anders remarked. "We
shall get you to our club pool soon enough. We just don't have many 40- or
50-something men coming through here with such goods to show off." From
that point, Lee was the star of the show and had won the endorsement of the
important Tron Anders. He would learn soon enough that Anders liked clams
and oysters, but mostly preferred strong, handsome men and especially one
of Asian origin.

Lee finished the presentation, answered a few questions, heard Tron Anders
invite everyone to have a nightcap, and noticed several pair of eyes cast
upon him. Yet, before Lee knew what all had occurred, he found himself
stepping inside an opulent guesthouse just a couple of hundred yards from
the meeting room there at the club.  Tron Anders had opened the door and
was caressing his back as they entered.

"I just wanted to show you my living quarters here. I have a larger home on
the other side of town, but this is my play house."  Lee then noticed Cole
coming from a back room accompanied by a dark-skinned and very cute teenage
lad and a mature Chinese gentleman that had to be one of the best looking
and sexually attractive Asian men that Lee had ever seen. Cole introduced
them as Dino, his adopted son who was his biological second cousin, and
Zhang Yong, a common name in the Mainland meaning "brave." Lee appreciated
the American touch when Zhang Yong said, "Call me Zee, and we shall be
friends. Close friends."

Lee looked around and figured that among the five of them, Dino was maybe
age 15 or 16; Ercole or Cole, as he preferred, was mid-40s, maybe 50, Lee
was 53, Zhang or Zee was perhaps 60, and Mr. Anders was the group's senior
at about 70, but what a marvelous senior citizen and elder spokesman he
made with his exceptional looks.

"Zee, if you would, please fix Mr. Jacobs another Scotch and water, and I
shall show him the play room, with one of the grandest hot tubs he has
likely ever seen."  During the next hour, Lee saw the most impressive adult
playroom and hot tub he had ever cast his eyes upon. He took the cocktail
from Zee told Tron Anders how posh, relaxing and beautifully decorated the
playroom was and how the hot tub looked inviting.

Tron Anders smiled, Zee smiled and from behind them Cole said, "Tron, I
think Mr. Jacobs needs to be invited to soak with us tomorrow evening. We
should have a gentlemen's night. Relax, get to know each other. Let our
hair down. Perhaps commit to being partners."

"Yes, yes, indeed, Cole. I agree," the older Anders replied. "What about
it, Lee. Can you free yourself to join us?"

Lee knew he had heard more than one double meaning in Cole's proposal. He
looked around at the three men and the lad Dino, paused, smiled, rubbed the
back of his neck, and said, "I would like that very much. But, who will be
here? Who else should I expect to be around?"

Anders thought he needed to confirm the arrangements. "Oh, just us
guys. Nobody else you met tonight. Certainly no spouses. No woman
allowed. No chaperones," he chuckled.  "Just an evening that will be
totally about relaxing, having good food, drink and other delights, and us
guys getting to know each other."  I should ask though, "Cole do you
suspect Sammy and Jo Jo would like to join us?  Lee might enjoy meeting
both of them. We can watch his surprise when Sammy walks through the door,
and, as we know, Jo Jo makes a party, a party."

Lee knew he raised an eyebrow and looked too concern about the others being
included. He knew if he were going to open up to strangers, he did not need
a lot of them knowing his business or personal interests. But Mr. Anders
immediately picked up on his concern and soothed him. "Don't worry,
Lee. Sammy and Jo Jo are discrete, easy and they will want to make sure
what goes on at Tron's place stays at Tron's place as much as anyone."

Cole patted Lee on the back and said, "Relax. Sammy will be glad to know we
have a man of your expertise and good style about to come on board to be
such an integral part of our planned community. You will be glad you
decided to play with us as soon as Sammy shows up. And Jo Jo, well, you'll
be glad Sammy brought him along."

Tron Anders showed Lee the rest of the penthouse. It was huge and well
constructed and had most any amenity.  They had another round of drinks,
they each asked questions of the other, and before Lee knew to be concerned
with getting back to the hotel, it was just about midnight.

"Well, maybe we should have fired up the hot tub tonight," Mr. Anders said,
then added, "but we will all be more relaxed tomorrow night, and it will be
fun anticipating the company and Lee joining us."

"Indeed, indeed," Cole echoed.

And Zee smiled, clasp his hands and said, "I shall prepare special
food. And it will be my pleasure to again help Jo Jo give every gentleman a
nice comfortable massage."

Dino, who had not said much at all, then spoke and asked Tron Anders and
his father Cole. "Dad, Mr. Anders, I hope I can stay and be with the
grownups. I'll make myself useful."

Cole patted his back and was about to give him full affirmation when the
tall Tron Anders placed his finger under Dino cheek and said, "I would not
have it any other way, but for you to join us, my dear lad."

When Lee made it back to the room of the hotel, he checked his watch as he
placed the key in the lock. It was a half hour past midnight. He wondered
if JL would be awake, if JL would have a hundred questions, and if JL would
want to make it with him again.  Considering what could be in the cards and
hot tub the next evening, Lee knew he needed to rekindle his energies. And
then, to his surprise, JL was not in the room.

Instead, on the same floor of the hotel and just three rooms down Lee's
father-in-law stood as a younger man unsnapped the last button on his
shirt, spread it open, admired JL's sexy chest and torso, and then removed
it from covering his upper body.

"Wow, Mr. Thompkins, you are a hunk. I've really wanted to discover the
great body of a silver fox like you. You excite me so damn much.," said
JL's newfound companion, Brian Newcastle, just 19, and a fine arts student
at the local university. He placed his hands first around JL's back to
bring his mature mate closer to him.  They had earlier kissed briefly a
couple of times in the bar where they met, again in the hotel's elevator,
and then enjoyed a much deeper embrace once they entered the room. But this
kiss went longer and deeper and made both men moaned.

When Brian brought his hands up to run them up the front side of JL's body,
he broke the kiss to tell JL that he felt great, his skin so warm and
unblemished. He stopped to feel JL's chest muscles, to massage his
pecs. And then to discover the budding copper mannips that stood erect.

"Feels good, Brian, my man. Real good. Tease those tits all you
want. Please."

"You are so handsome, so sensuous, so kind, Mr. Thompkins," Brian
cooed. "And like I said at the bar, you sure remind me of that Dynasty
actor, John What's his name. Both of you are absolute the ideal silver
fox." Brian fingered JL's thick, lush nipples as they talked, caressing up,
over and around them with the pads of his fingers and thumbs. He knew he
would really work them over and take them to the limit when he and his
older lover began screwing.

JL met Brian as a result of going online before he left home and finding a
swinging cruise bar in the city he and Lee were visiting.  When Lee did not
invite him to accompany him to the business presentation, he knew he had
the night to himself and the liberty to play. He could never be so relaxed
or carefree back home where most people knew him in the community.

So, when he walked in the bar, he was there only a few minutes before Brian
approached him to ask if they had chatted online about the place.  They had
and from there they hit it off immediately.  Both men had their desires,
motivation and agenda. They did not want to waste time with too many
preliminaries now that they had left the bar, found a great restaurant for
a long meal and a few cocktails, gotten a room, and closed the door.

As they undressed each other, complimenting parts of each other's bodies,
Brian told JL that he had never been with someone more than a few years
older than himself. JL said the same about himself, but with older men in
recent years and younger ones in his past many years ago.

JL removed Brian's shirt, remarked on how smooth and darkly tanned the
young man was and how cute he was with just a smattering of short blonde
hairs around his navel and a few short sprigs around each tit.  JL took
time to massage Brain's shoulder, knead his chest muscles, and play with
his small, but sexy nipples.

"You look great, Brian. I like blonds. But what attracts you to me, what
with our age difference? I mean, you're late teens; I am two generations
older, my lad."

With JL strumming his perky tits and massaging his breasts with his strong
fingertips, Brian answered, "Older guys seem more attractive to me. I have
been really curious about what it would be like to be with an older
man. Anyone above 40 or so really turns me on. In your case, you are such a
fit, good looking silverfox that I had to meet you. I am glad I did."

"This is my pleasure," JL assured his new mate. "I am so wanting to enjoy a
young bottom like you. The two men I dally with, one my age, another a few
years younger, sure enjoy my ass, but neither provide me the pleasure. In
fact, neither ever has."

JL leaned in to again kiss Brian.  He felt Brian move his hand down to palm
his growing erection. As Brian began to feel him off and squeeze his
pecker, JL felt the years between them evaporate. He leaned down to lap at
the young man's perky right nipple. The areola was dark and the nip was
awfully cute, but smaller than that to which he had grown accustomed with
Lee.

"You are so sexy, Mr. Thompkins. Damn sexy," he heard Brian say as the
young man momentarily stopped caressing JL's cock through his briefs to
lean his head back, close his eyes, and enjoy JL's lusty attentions to his
body.

"Let's finish getting undressed," JL suggested.

"Yes, yes, let's do," Brain agreed.

JL stepped back, put his hands in the flanks of his briefs, and removed
them from his waist. He then pulled off his socks. Brain admired JL's body,
liking the size of his cock, his broad chest, his juicy red tits, and his
silverfox sexiness. JL lusted for Brian's youth and eyed his fine looking
ass feeling very hungry for it.

The two men embraced once they were both in bed.  Brian felt warm. JL
realized that he was the stronger of the two. Brian was much slimmer and
weighed less than either Lee or his country club partner.  As they continue
their foreplay in the bed with Brian caressing and complimenting JL's
sizeable member, Brian said. "There is something very charismatic about a
mature handsome man who is in his 50s or so. A guy of your age,
Mr. Thompkins. You are far more comfortable with yourself, down to earth,
mature and experienced."

JL moved on top of Brian. He had lathered his hand with lotion. He stroked
his cock to grease it and then moved between his mate's legs and began to
moisten and loosen Brian's tight ass. "You excite me, Brian. This makes me
crazy with lust. I want to fuck you so very much." JL kissed Brian hard on
the lips, collapsed into him, letting their bodies meld together. He felt
his erect tits stabbing at Brian's warm chest. He felt Brian's hand roaming
his backside. He reached down to find the young man's cock. He caressed it,
enjoying the feel of a different dick.

JL could tell that his touch turned Brian on in an exceptional way. Brian
moaned, groaned and bucked his hips up to meet his strokes. "Your strokes
are fabulous, Mr. Thompkins. Oh, what touch you have."

JL felt Brian grabbing his own cock and stroking it with purpose.

"Ah, that's nice, Brian," JL exclaimed.

"Your cock is huge, Mr. Thompkins, quite large," Brian said. JL chuckled,
knowing that Brian's cock that he was caressing was shy of average,
although already quite firm and a quite cute to look at and touch. .

While Brian thinks JL's is sizeable, JL can only think what the young man
would think of Lee's mighty cock and its amazing circumference.  As Brian
brought heated charges to his now bloated cock, and JL anxiously got ready
to screw the young man, JL found his mind affixed not on Brian, but on Lee
and the intensity of the screwing his son-in-law had provided him. JL's
desire to screw Lee ran deep.  His need to screw Max Anderson, his golfing
buddy and other partner, also made him anxious. Yet, neither man wanted to
bottom for it and that had led JL to seek out another love.

Seeing Brian pull his legs up to offer his ass to him, JL pushed his nicely
erect and ready dick to the boy's doorway. He paused to hear Brian's
urgings, "Do it, Mr. Thompkins. Fuck me! Oh yes, fill me up, all the way
up!"

When the young man reached around to find JL's puffy, copper-colored tits
to tug at them and to pull him forward, JL plunged his ripened shaft into
his newest partner. Brian screamed. JL moaned. The hardness of his cock
electrified Brian; the heat of the boy's ass sleeve made JL feel things he
had only seldom felt in his entire life.  Both men smiled at the other. JL
reached up to wipe Brian's pretty blond hair from his forehead. "You are a
hotty, Brian, my boy."  "Thanks, Mr. Thompkins; and you have an amazing
cock, sir." JL smiled and wiggled his ass to let Brian feel more of him in
his anal depths. When JL's lubed dick began to piston along Brian's ass and
came in contact with just the right place against Brian's prostate, the
young man writhed in great passion and pleasure and told JL to do like that
some more.

"Please, sir. It's okay. I am young, I want it, you feel so good,"" Brian
assured JL.

"I haven't had a lot of experience at this, Brian. I don't want to hurt
you, son."  JL said, but Brian assured him he that the only thing he needed
was more of his big daddy dick. .

"You feel so fucking good inside my ass, sir," Brian said as he grabbed
JL's hairy upper arms and began to pull himself up and down on them to feel
even more of JL's member at his prostate. "I really want you to go at it,
Mr. Thompkins, and fuck me."

JL didn't need any more encouragement. He placed his hand on his young
lover's chest and started working his cock inside Brian's wet hole with
increasing speed and force. . Each time he entered his blond lover, JL's
cock went deeper and deeper, and as he drove his dick along the tunnel of
the boy's ass, Brian met each of his thrusts with his own. Back and forth,
they both gave and gave, the intensity built, their bodies worked easily
together. The fucking experience of the mature silverfox worked in almost
perfect unison with the agile, nimble body of the slim, younger stud.

Each time JL pumped into Brian, the younger man ground his body against
his, letting his ass cheeks meet JL's salt-and-pepper pubic patch. Brian's
small ass swallowed more and more of JL's almost seven-inch fuck stick. The
motion felt great to both. JL knew what he had been missing by not having
Lee or his friend Max wanting to bottom for him.  It felt so good, and it
felt complete between him and his younger mate. He made a mental note to be
more assertive to both Lee and Max about the needs he had to also fuck them
and to feel his cock work their anal channels.

Before they hit the threshold of either Brian's cock turning its bubbling
pre-cum to an all out shooting or JL firing his man spunk into the depths
of the blond boy's fine ass, Brian grabbed JL on the biceps, and gasping
for air said, "before we finish, let me turn over and you fuck me doggie
style."

JL stopped his cock pumps, smiled, and said, "nothing like a little change
of pace before the big shot, but kid, I tell yaw, once I pull my bull cock
out of your hot furnace, I might shoot off."

"Hold on, Mr. Thompkins, please," Brian insisted. "'Don't cum yet. I want
to feel you behind me. I want you to stroke my cock and twist my tits while
we get there together."  JL withdrew, but not without his cock yielding a
bead of semen on its tip from the time it edged from Brian's hot, tight
hole to the time they could rejoin their bodies. JL's hairy nuts quivered
during the few seconds the change of positions took But once JL was back
into Brian's ass and Brian was pushing his ass at him with great force and
doing strong movements with his hips, JL knew it wouldn't be long for him.

The senior lover reached under Brian to grab his erection. The kid had a
nice cock that filled JL's palm, although noticeably smaller and a little
shorter than others he had stroked. With his right hand, JL began to fist
Brian's feisty cock, with his other fingers, he found Brian's left nipple,
surveyed its hardness, and then began to pull it away from his chest and
pinch down on it.

"Oh yeah, Mister Thompkins, oh yeah, daddy. Fuck me, sir. Breed me
down. Right now," Brian moaned as their fucking began to hit the ultimate
crescendo.

JL banged the hell out of the young man while Brian used powerful thrusts
to rock back and forth on his mature lover's studly cock. In his steamy
lust, one part of JL wanted to make the sex as fast and furious as possible
to provide Brian maximum pleasure; another part led him to want to use and
abuse the young man strictly for his own gain. They both fucked each other
with great purpose. Brian enjoyed JL stroking his hard cock. He felt his
cum stirred and began to bolt from his loins. He cried out, 'Oh, man, fuck
me,. I'm there!"

Brian's shouts, thrills, and fuck motion took JL over the edge, too. As he
held tight to Brian's shooting cock, he felt the young man rear back, dig
his knees into the mattress and impale his hole further down onto JL's
throbbing cock. JL pinched Brian's perky nipple, stroked tight to his cock,
and watched the first stream of juice fired several feet out of his
dick. Brian's fuck gun might have been a tad short, but JL had never seen a
stream of cum fire so far.

"Oh damn, oh damn, I am cumming so hard, sir," Brian exclaimed.

"Enjoy it, kid, enjoy it to the max," JL encouraged as he continued to pump
the steel-like rod in his hand. He let his cockhead poke rapidly at Brian's
prostate as the young man shot several nice rounds of his love
juices. Between Brian's second and third spurts, JL began to slap him on
his cute, petite ass to encourage him to "fire it, baby, fire it for
daddy."

As his cum shot subsided, Brian relaxed and said, "Oh wow,
Mr. Thompkins. I've been fucked before, but you do some really special
things with that dick of yours, sir."

JL slapped Brian on his ass once again, rotated his hip and ass to drill
his cock throughout the depths of the student's fine ass, reached back
around to tease Brian's right nipple, and then got ready to let loose with
his own orgasm. "You're pretty special, too, kid. Fuck me, now."

Brian squeezed down with his ass, worked his hips and continued to offer
his love canal to JL. JL increased his speed again, and before too much
longer, felt his cock swell and his loins begin to boil. He knew he was
close.  He began to stab at Brian, hard and harder. He heard Brian panting
and knew the young man was having trouble keeping up with his thrusts now
that he had already spent his load.

"I'm just about there, Brian. Just about there." And JL let the cum tremors
begin. Brian looked back to see JL's face steamed by lust, his chest
covered in beads of sweat, and his copper-colored tits perked and erect.

"Give it to, me, sir. Fuck me. Shoot deep inside me."

JL held Brian to him. Tugged at his tits, grabbed his ball sac, and let the
cum rush throughout his lower body, into his cock, and out into his
lover. "That's it, right there, Brian. Oh, feel me."

As JL stabbed him deeply with his meaty spike, Brian stopped his thrusting
to feel the spraying of JL's mancock inside his guts. He cherished the
warmth and the closeness with a man of distinction like JL. He looked back
to enjoy seeing such a silverfox in the throes of an intense cum.

"Nice, Mr.. Thompkins. Oh. So nice. Fill me up. You are so damn good and
marvelous." JL held Brian,. Letting the kid know that he loved his body and
the act they had just completed. With Brian's encouragement of "stay in me,
let me keep you in me," JL followed Brian down to the mattress. Having
Brian's young, agile body under him felt wonderful. He squeezed Brian to
him and said, "don't let my weight hurt you, tell me when its time to roll
off," yet his cock stayed planted in the edges of the cliffs of young man's
fine ass.

Brian responded, "Oh stay right there, Mr. Thompkins. I can feel your cock
still; and I love your tits rubbing across my back. Nice!"

JL began to dread pulling out of his young lover. He reveled in the
compliments from Brian. He did not want their time to end, but knew he had
to return to the hotel room that he shared with Lee.

***

About the time that his father, Lee Jacobs, eyed the good looks of his
tall, elder friend Tron Anders and his new Chinese-American friend, Zee,
and wondered if he could have extended the night with either or both of
them, Steve stretched out on a chaise lounger by the pool as General Wesley
Ryan looked him over. And just about at that same time that his
grandfather, JL Thompkins was firing his load into the sweet rump of his
young blond lover, the general reached out to run his hand up and down
Steve's bare right leg. It felt damn good.  The man knew how to massage
another man. Without a doubt, the general has a lot of experience in
personal relations, and Steve recognized it.

Lee had told Steve that regardless of what their relationship held for each
of them, he wanted Steve to always feel free to enjoy himself with another
man or woman.  Much to Steve's dislike, his father also told him that if he
and his mother were to divorce, he would be interested in having multiple
relationships with both men and woman in the future. Most special and
important to Steve was when his father said, "but regardless of who I meet
or with whom I might have sexual relations, Steve, our times together will
always be the most special and nobody, I mean, absolutely nobody will ever
trump you as the most important person in my life, my greatest lover and my
biggest love interest."

Lee likely did not suspect that before he was out of town for 12 hours that
his son would be finding an interest. But such was Steve's hormonal drive
at the time and also such were the seductive powers of the charismatic
General Ryan. .  , With his dad having left town earlier in the afternoon,
Steve had called his friend, Lenny, to have some company. They met, played
a couple sets of tennis, and then returned to Steve's house to cool down
with some cold beer and a dip in the pool.  Steve and Lenny enjoyed an
occasional jerk-off session together and each had given the other a blowjob
a few times, yet they both had other mutual attractions, strangely
including hot, young coeds and handsome, older men for both of them. They
had discussed their double interests and likely were stronger friends
because both understood the other so much.

While the two young friends swam and became a little rowdy after their
third beers, next door General Wesley Ryan and his best friend and secret
lover, Colonel Dave Harding, also were spending the late afternoon and
evening together, enjoying their mutual physical admirations, and getting
juiced for some late-night, kinky sex together.  The general and the
hard-bodied, very fit Colonel decided to grill steaks in the backyard.

The great smell waft over to the pool area where Steve and Lenny were
swimming and drinking beer.  Before too long, Steve mentioned to Lenny that
maybe they could get an invite to eat next door. "Those steaks smell a hell
of a lot better than pizza delivery will be," Steve said.  With wet, skimp
bathing suits on and only towels draped around the necks and shoulders,
Steve and Lenny walked over to the a small clearing between shrubs to look
over the fence and speak to their neighbors.

One look by the senior military dudes of the young, shirtless bodies of
Steve and Lenny, and a closer smell of the steaks by the young men and the
mutual interests of all four became evident.  An invite by the general to
"come on over and eat with us; but bring us a few beers, I am about out,"
and the foursome was together.

Steve and Lenny spent a few minutes drying off and finding pullover shits
to put on, but strangely enough when they walked into the general's
backyard, both young guys noticed that the retired military officers had
stripped off their shirts and were standing around in only walking shorts
and sandals.  Colonel Harding made a friendly introduction and then took
Lenny under his wing while the general immediately began befriending and
recruiting Steve.

Steve was again impressed with General Ryan's charisma, personable style,
and rugged good looks.  Steve again eyed the general, noticing just how
attractive he was in a rugged, leader-among-men kind of way. He again
noticed his nice torso, hard pecs, and smooth skin. Except for a few sparse
hairs in the middle of his chest and springing from around his nipples and
bellybutton, the general was surprising smooth. Steve again could not help
but be drawn to the sizeable, perky and nicely embossed nipples on the
general and his extended tits.

Having spent years and years in the Army around all kinds of young men,
both the general and the colonel found it easy to associate with Steve and
Lenny.  Both retired veteran, senior officers used their many years of
experiences around young recruits to win favor as they chatted. Steve
noticed how often Colonel Harding touched Lenny with his hands, slapping
him on the back, squeezing his shoulders, feeling his biceps, and even
slowly and lightly patting him on the chest. Steve knew Lenny was
interested in the officer and gentlemen.

Once they finished the immediate round of beers and another round while
devouring their steaks, the general encouraged back-to-back rounds of vodka
shots. He served Cape Cods mixing vodka with cranberry juice for dinner.
As each man became inebriated, the colonel and Lenny challenged the general
and Wesley to a round of competitions.

First, the general and Steve badly beat the other two in billiards, winning
three-out-of-three games of eight ball. The general and Steve then won a
close game of 20-question trivia contest from drawing cards from a Trivial
Pursuit game that the general had on the shelf.

Upon a challenge from the colonel, who knew he had an advantage over the
older general, the foursome headed to the pool for a relay swim. Neither
Steve nor Lenny considered that both the general and the colonel used it as
reason for all four of them to get into lesser clothing.  When the general
and the colonel both appeared from the general's bedroom in tight swim
trunks, Steve and Lenny both took a second notice.

Steve knew the general's controlled style attracted him. Although he
usually preferred men with hairy chests, the general's sexy and commanding
voice, chiseled facial features, respectable bulge, great legs, and smooth
chest with the unusually long nipples made him itch for more. The man's
maturity added to his attraction much more than it distracted.

Steve also knew why Lenny wanted to side with the colonel. Dave Harding was
a muscular gentleman with large biceps and a bloated chest. The heavy hair
covering him made him an absolute fur ball. Although the colonel was maybe
seven or eight years younger than the general and closer to his father's
age, Steve liked his physique, muscle tone, and hairy chest. Steve also
knew his friend Lenny was attracted to the colonel because he knew Lenny
often said complimentary things to him about his father.  Lenny often said
things about Steve's like, "damn, he's a hunk," or "what an athlete he must
have been," or "wow, what a handsome chest that your mom must go bat shit
over," or "your old man has quite a package, Steve."

The general had the good sense to make the relay one length of the pool and
back by both team members and no farther, what with all four men feeling a
tad drunk.  Steve and Lenny started the relay. Steve knew Lenny was likely
a faster swimmer in a relatively short, one-lap race, yet he knew he could
stay close. Still, he and General Ryan knew they were likely to lose this
part of the competition. Steve knew he had one advantage though, Lenny was
near drunk and Lenny did not do much anything well when he was boozing.

Steve noticed that when he and Lenny removed their shirts, their team
partners were there to pat, squeeze and rub as though encouraging
them. Colonel Harding grabbed Lenny around his bare shoulders while
bringing his other hand up to pat Lenny several times across the chest.
The general came up, patted Steve on the ass, and then began to knead at
his bare shoulders as though to loosen him up for a prize fight.  When
Steve turned so the general would stop the shoulder massage, Wesley Ryan
was too quick to reach up, take Steve's left nipple between his thumb and
index finger, pinch it quickly, smile and say, "go get 'em partner." Even
when Steve turned at the wall marking half of the race, he could still feel
the general's impression on his nipple. His tits were still a little sore
from the incident that morning with his father, but the general's actions
made quite the impression.

Steve and Lenny went shoulder to shoulder for most of their lap, with Steve
tapping the wall maybe a second before his competitor.  The general hit the
water before Colonel Harding, yet at the halfway mark, the Colonel had
caught up and pushed off the wall to head home and win the race perhaps two
yards ahead of the general. Just when Steve knew that Lenny and Colonel
Harding would win their first competition between the four men, something
bizarre occurred. The Colonel got a bad case of leg cramps apparently from
the combination of the booze and heavy food.  He was in great pain and had
to fight to get to the side of the pool to hold on. The general swam past
him to win the race.

When Lenny and Steve helped Colonel Harding from the pool, Steve noticed
how eager Lenny was to begin massaging the Colonel's thick, hairy leg to
rid him of the horrific cramp. Steve knew that Lenny was more than eager to
go hands on with Colonel Harding. And who could blame him, Steve
thought. As Lenny carefully rubbed the colonel's calves and hamstring to
rid him of the cramps, Steve noticed that although Colonel Harding had a
pair of nice, dark quarter-sized nipples, they got lost in his forest of
chest and pec hair.

With Steve and the general having won three events, including the pool
game, the trivia game, and the swimming relay, they declared themselves the
winners. With both of them in short, tight swim trunks they hugged each
other and held up their hands to acknowledge their triumphs, When Wesley
Ryan pulled Steve to him a second time to hug, Steve readily noticed how
the general's extended and erect nipples spiked just under his own.  He
also noticed when the general spoke in his deep, rocks-in-the-throat style,
he sounded and looked a lot like Jock Ewing.  Most of all, Steve could not
define his sexual attraction to the man, who was about the same age as his
grandfather, yet he knew the general absolutely turned him on.

After the swimming contest, Colonel Harding relaxed and finished working
out the cramping, but shortly after he announced that he was heading
out. In a very slick move, he turned to Lenny and said, "I have time for a
last beer and a game of pool to improve our skill, if you want to come with
me." Lenny released a wide smile, looked at his partially clothed and wet
body, and said, "Sure, I'd like that. Let me get some clothes on real
quick."

As a result, Steve found himself alone with General Ryan, and the general
could not have been happier. Trying to relax and enjoy the time with his
mature, older neighbor, Steve liked the general's touch, style and
approach. Yet, he felt a sense of loyalty to his father, and he certainly
did not think Lee would approve of him being intimate with someone else
much less their neighbor.

Yet, when General Ryan went back to his house, mixed a small pitcher of
Cape Cods and brought it back for victory toasts between them, Steve felt
too drawn to the distinguished older man to deny his feelings or what might
become of the night. Even with the competing feelings running through his
mind, Steve did not ask the general to stop when the general's hand
squeezed his inner thigh, but instead the young man spread his legs,
adjusted himself on the chaise lounger, and placed his arms above his head
as though to open his entire body for the general's inspection. The alcohol
mixed with his increased confidence about his sexuality and sexual prowess
stripped him of his inhibitions. Steve also thought it was nice and
reinforcing to have General Ryan coming on to him after Steve had spent
most of the time in the reverse role with his father,

The general also noticed and appreciated Steve's move to show his
openness. Steve Jacobs turned him on, and he wanted a companion for the
night. Plus. Steve had made a great games partner, and he had already
admired the young man's physique and cuteness.  Looking Steve in the eye
while allowing his right hand to caress Steve's inner thigh, the general
said, "I like being around you, Steve. You make me feel young. Do you mind
me touching you?"

Steve paused. He knew he had a few seconds to decide if he did or did not
mind the general touching him. He knew he did not. The older man, the
experienced silverfox, and the leader among men had a great touch. Steve
turned to the general, winked slowly and said, "I don't mind at all, if you
touch me, General Ryan. I am glad to be your friend." Wesley Ryan smiled
and without losing a second, he scooted closer to Steve there on the edge
of the lounger, and his hand went from Steve's thigh to his belly and then
up to Steve's chest.  Steve released a huge exhale of air, reached out and
placed his hand on the general's bicep, and then relaxed as Wesley Ryan
discovered his chest.

The general's mature hands and fine fingertips felt his chest, running
circles first around one breast and its wide brown nipple and then the
other. The general teased Steve, caressing his chest for quite a while
without touching and discovering his nipples. Finally, when Steve could not
stand it any longer, he reached over and stopped the general's fingertips
as they circled his left nipple. He then moved them to where they touched
and covered the tit.

"Yes, right there, General Ryan, show me your touch right there."

"I thought you would never ask," the general responded. He moved completely
onto the lounger with Steve and straddled him. He worked Steve's pecs with
both of his hands and then strummed Steve's luscious tit with his
thumbs. Steve felt his cock growing and knew he would be in a full-blown
erection in a matter of seconds. The general's thumbs felt great as they
teased his tits and cock into erections.

Knowing that he and the general had already crossed the neighborly line
with each other, Steve did not ask permission, but instead, he brought both
of his hands to the general's chest at once, grabbed the tips of the
general's exceptional nipples, noticed how long and different the tittie
tip was compared to others, and then he got to know the handsome nipples of
General Wesley Ryan.

"Ah yeah, my friend, work those mannips. Work them for me. Show me how much
you want to feel my big tits," the general moaned as he Steve's fingertips
lightly pulled and then more seriously pinched on his thick nips while he
continued to caress Steve's chest, armpits, nipples, and belly. When Steve
got a little too carried away with the sexiness of the large tit the
general had, Wesley Ryan removed his hand from his erect nipple to lean in
and join lips.  Just before their lips met, the general urged, "Kiss me,
Steve. Kiss me like you kiss no other," And then their faces collapsed
together. The kiss became quite intimate and lasted a long while.

Just as their tongues met and began to dance together, Steve could not help
but again let his fingertips find the long tip of the general's left
nipple, to stroke it, appreciate it, and enjoy it. At the same time that
Steve's fingers again found the general's alluring tit, the General's palm
found Steve's crotch. Both men moaned. They kissed a second time and then a
third time. Steve's cock had grown fully erect and could hardly be
contained in his swim trunks. The general felt his dick growing as his
young partner pinched and worked his two mannips.

"Damn, son, your cock is so fuckin' amazing. So damn long," the general
exclaimed. "I need to get you out of these swim trunks and let you enjoy my
handiwork."  Feeling a little drunk, a little sexually hung over from all
that he and his dad had shared, and also very excited that someone like the
general found him sexually attractive, Steve was randy and rambunctious.

When the general's fingers went to the edge of his trunks and pulled on
them, Steve did not hesitate or object. He squeezed down on the generals'
tit before releasing it so that he could stand up. He stood, looked down at
Wesley Ryan, and then ordered the general, "Well sir, don't just sit there,
strip me and enjoy yourself."

"Oh damn. Hot damn! And here I thought you were getting up to leave," the
general said,.

Just as he had pulled down the Speedo of Steve's father to begin the day,
he reached up to pull down Steve's trunks to end the day.  As he moved the
fabric down and away from Steve's rock hard cock, the long dick came out
waving almost hitting the general's in the face.

"Oh wow, oh fuckin wow, son. How fuckin' impressive," the general marveled
seeing the entire length of Steve's swollen rod. Wesley Ryan reached for
the eager dick, grabbed it, and pulled it to him.  "If you don't mind,
Steve, I think I want to sample that big gun in a very personal way."

Steve paused to wonder if a blowjob at this point was the right thing for
him to be doing with the general. Yet, he knew how great it would
feel. When the general began to stroke his cock in expert fashion and Steve
felt his balls beginning to churn, he knew he would let the general do what
he wanted.

But Steve also had his own interests. "First, General Ryan, why don't you
strip with me?  Or, should we really get comfortable, keep this private,
and go into the house?"

"Yes, that would be a great idea, Steve. Who knows, we don't want Dave or
Lenny or both of them returning here and interrupting us."

With Steve patting across the concrete naked and the general following with
his own erection tenting his short swimming trunks, they walked into the
back door of the Jacobs home. Steve led the general to the nearest place, a
large sectional couch in the den.  He pushed the general down on it,
followed him down to be on top, and then, without giving he general a
chance to object, Steve leaned in to collapsed his mouth around the long
stem of a nipple tip crowning the generals' chest. When Steve's mouth
closed around the right tit, he immediately knew he had never felt such a
tit that stuck out so proudly with the exception of when he put the suction
cup on his father's grand nipples. As Steve vacuumed one tit and his
fingers began to toy with the other, the general moaned and lifted his
chest up to give his tits to his young lover.

"Yeah, that's good. Oh suck 'em, Steve. Suck my long tits for all you
want. Suck 'em good! Yeah!"

The general became very turned on, Steve's steamy lust increased, and his
cock throbbed and ached as the general stroked it repeatedly,.  After a few
minutes, Steve reached down and asked the general for permission to "remove
your swim trunks, get you naked, and enjoy our dicks together."

Wesley Ryan smiled, nodded okay, and finally answered, "Gosh yes. Strip me,
Steve. Strip me and do whatever you want."

When the General's cock was revealed, Steve liked its look and
manliness. The distinguished dick was impressive standing in a firm
erection, seeping a droplet of pre-cum, showing its sculpted circumcision,
and sticking out from two fairly large balls. Steve could tell that the
general was maybe an inch shorter than his dad and was not as thick, but
his cock was inviting.

Steve moved up on the wide couch, turned and said "let's 69. Let's suck
each other. Right now."

The twosome positioned their bodies and then in great precision just as
Steve lowered his mouth onto the general's bubbling cock to give him a
blowjob, he felt the general cranking on his cock, preparing the cockhead
with the pad of his thumb, and then kissing his piss slit with his
lips. Their oral enjoyment of each other began for several long
minutes. Both men groaned a lot, hunched their cocks deeper and deeper into
the other, and released healthy amounts of pre-cum.

The excitement of enjoying Steve's youth, the young man's expertise at
giving a blowjob, and orally sampling his amazingly big and healthy cock,
the randy general was not long reaching the point of no retreat. After all,
General Ryan had begun the day with getting turned on by Lee Jacobs,
Steve's sexy father, and he had spent the afternoon getting horned up over
his pal, Colonel Harding, only to end the day with the best treat of all.

Steve worked his cock with great precision and toyed with his low hanging
balls. The general felt the cum charges readying and rocking throughout his
body. "I am getting so close, Steve. So close, you give one helluva
blowjob."

But Steve wanted more sucking on his own cock, so he delayed his sucking of
the general's dick, pushed the general's head back down on his own
eight-inch spike and then grunted, groaned and hunched as General Wesley
Ryan began to eat his cock with great fury. 'Damn, that's it General
Ryan. That's it. Oh wow."

When Steve felt his cum tear from his loins and begin to travel for a
steamy exodus, he again returned his lips and mouth to the general's fine
erection. He sucked hard to the general's fine cock, making a tight vacuum
with his mouth and lips while gently caressing his medium-sized
balls. Finally, he reached one hand up to pull on the general's long tit.
"Oh yes, yes, I love that, Steve."

Neither man could contain the flow of his cum juices any longer.  The
general's sucking of his cockhead and stroking of his shaft took Steve over
the edge. Steve's dick sucking and nipple twisting sent the general to an
orgasm.

Steve forced more of his length into the crevices of the general's mouth,
before his first big spurt of cum left his piss slit.  He also took the
general's cock fully down his mouth and into his throat to ready for Wesley
Ryan's ultimate release. Steve was finishing his second spurt of his thick
inner sauce when he general screamed, "You are raping it out of my cock,
boy, raping it out of my cock. Suck me, Steve. Damn it, suck your old
General Ryan to the fuckin' point of no return."  The general reached back
to claw at Steve's back as the cum juices ravaged his lower body. "Take it,
all, son. Take all of me, Steve."

Even with all of the sex he had enjoyed with his father during the week,
Steve realized that he and General Ryan were enjoying something quite
intimate and different. He was drinking the general's cum spray just as he
was spurting his creamy load into the far depths of the general's throat.
Mental flash made him wonder how many soldiers and pretty lady tarts had
thought about fucking with the general and enjoying him in the throes of
orgasm.

The general shot his fifth stream of juice into Steve, and the thought
occurred to him that he now understood why Lee Jacobs would not be able to
resist his own son.

"Gosh, your mouth and body and cock feel so damn good, Steve" Wesley Ryan
moaned.

"As good as you had hoped when the steaks were cooking," Steve asked.

"Even better," he assured his new lover. "So fucking good," he added.

As the twosome finished their extended ejaculations and lay there naked
together, it was as if they were in a world of their own, and no one else
was there. Just the two of them for that moment. No concern did the general
have for his wife or Colonel Harding and no concern did Steve have for his
father or friend Lenny.

Steve wondered what it would be like to feel the general's prick fucking
him with long, hard deep thrusts. His mind went into flash mode where he
wondered how much fun it would be to see this distinguished, ruggedly
handsome, and deep-voiced general in the throes of orgasm and to see him
vulnerable from being fucked and enjoying a hard, fast-paced fuck.

The general was not thinking, but instead took advantage of the afterglow
to kiss the backside of Steve's neck, enjoy his earlobes, and then lick on
down to turn Steve toward him to again lap at his wide, attractive
nipples. "You are fantastic, Steve, absolutely fantastic," the general
whispered.

"Thank you sir. You are pretty hot yourself, man."

They hugged, kissed and agin let their naked cocks rub together to enjoy
the feeling and intimacy. When both felt this cock begin growing again, the
general smiled and said,

"This causes me to think, kid,. I think your old man would beat my ass, if
he knew what we had done, what we are doing."

Steve laughed and said, "Yes, he probably would. And my ass, too. But he's
not here, General Ryan. And we have the night, and our cocks are growing
again."


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