Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 19:06:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Frank NIaw <lannyr99@yahoo.com>
Subject: LATE BLOOMER

			       LATE BLOOMER

This story is a completely fiction.  Every action, every person is from a
fantasy I invented.

You should not read this story if you are under the age of 18 as most
states require.

This is the story of how a boy who considers himself average and normal
find hidden beneath the patina of his straight sexual attitudes is a
second, equally powerful desire to test his gay side.  If the idea of boys
having gay sex with each other or a father joining the two lovers, you
should leave.

If you enjoyed this story and have comments positive or negative about my
plot or any other aspect, please contact me.  If you have a picture, please
send that too.

Enjoy.

			       LATE BLOOMER
			       Tucson Daddy
			    Lannyr99@yahoo.com

I grew up in a happy home with two loving parents, two brothers and a
sister.  This was in the days when happy home was the standard.  Maybe not
the Cleaver happy level but life flowed smoothly with a few bumps which
were quickly resolved.

Mom stayed home to maintain our household, manage us kids, make sure the
house was, if not orderly, always clean, and make sure meals were on time
and delicious.  Dad was the guy who brought home the income we needed to
have a well-run home with all the necessary details to keep us warm, and in
a good shelter.

My folks spared nothing in raising us kids.  They loved us incessantly.
Many "I love yous" were said every day with the usual number of hugs and
kisses.  When any of us failed in maintaining proper decorum, keeping our
school grades up, misbehaved, well then, punishment was sure to follow.
Usually a stern talking to by either mom or dad along with their expression
transmitting the level of punishment each of us would receive.  I spent
many hours isolated in my room.  Back then our rooms held the barest of
necessities along with whatever decorations we each chose to emphasize out
personal tastes.  No TV, no iPhone, nor game boxes.  Yes, I had books,
which I read and re-read to while away my punishment period.  We each knew
that we had everything we needed to lead happy lives.

We lived in a pleasant rural area with homes spaced some distance apart.
This meant that I and my siblings rode a bus to and from school along with
our friends.  It was on the bus where much gossip was exchanged about each
other, school and all those other bits of knowledge that kids value.  It
was there I met my two best friends, Gary and Todd.  They lived not far
from my home but we had to ride bicycles to make the trip timely.  It was
faster and easier than hiking the several hundred feet between houses.

Life was not only pleasant but good.  Very good.  Maybe too good to last.
This one issue kids rarely gave much thought to.  I certainly didn't.

Being a fourteen-year-old freshman, my first year was going well.  I had
friends.  Nobody picked on me at school.  Maybe due to my size?  I was
almost six feet tall and weighed in at 165 pounds.  I was well toned thanks
to the sports both school sponsored or those in the community, plus all the
activities my friends and I invented.  Mom kept telling me I was "so
handsome!"  So I guess that meant I was OK looking.  Not that girls were
drooling over me, but a few of them paid me attention which I drank up.

Dad would sometimes come into the back yard dribbling a basketball which
he'd begin tossing baskets.  He was pretty good for an old guy, I mean, for
a parent, you know.  Then he'd likely challenge me to "a few baskets" which
led to a game with him getting fewer of games.  I was really pretty good at
this jumping stuff.

He always looked so good wearing shorts and sports shoes.  Buff he was,
standing several inches over me, a smooth body, with very little body hair.
I never thought the bears were all that cool looking.  He had a flat
stomach, with solid pecs and well-muscled arms and legs without being
muscular.  You know what I mean.  I can see heads nodding, so thanks.

My parents encouraged all of us to be well rounded which included sports.
Also music.  OK, I like music as much as any other kid.  I've got over 200
LP records but in this case they wanted me to choose an instrument and
learn to play it.  mine was the sax which I thought was the sexiest off all
instruments.  Just listen to Kenny G or any of the other great sax players.
I wasn't great but I could do may successful part in the school orchestra.
Mom thought I was marvelous.  Dad's opinion was, "Don't give up your day
job," whatever that means.  Adult humor!  Who knows.

So I'm flying high in my life only to make a discovery that sent me into
shock, disgust, panic, and just plain confusion.  What it was I can't say
what I saw.  I am trying to block it from my mind.  Well, not completely
though.  Sometimes it comes back and I seem to be making some sense out of
it.  It's just that....  Well, Todd is one of my best friends.  I just
never figured him for...  for...  Never mind.  I gotta get this this shit
out of my head.

There is no way what happened a week ago should affect me this way.  I
wanted to dump what I knew and start over.  Somehow I was avoiding Todd,
unable to look him in the eye.  My best friend and I was doing my best to
stay away from him.  Some best friend, huh?  Sooner or later, it was bound
to fail.  We'd both be on the same bus but I always found a seat with
someone else.

"Hey, Larry," I heard Todd's voice calling.  I kept walking; not turning
around.  "Hey!  Dick head!  Stop!"  I stopped not wanting this
confrontation.  He ran up to me grinning.  "We've been missing each other
all week," he said.  "What's going on?"

"Going on?" I repeated.  "Don't know what you mean.  I've been around."

"Yeah, but seems every time I show up, I see you heading out."  He stared
at me still wearing that grin.  He always had a big smile which expanded to
a grin or might even explode in a lough laugh.  "Guess it's just
coincidence," I replied lamely.

"Well, who cares any way.  At least we can make some plans.  What are you
doing after school?  Can you come over?" he enthused.

"Uhm, sure.  I think so.  After school," I all but stammered.  Then it
slipped out.  "I was at your house last Thursday but when I knocked nobody
answered.  I thought we were going to do something.  So I left.  You must
have been busy."

Todd's face took on an expression of being caught in the headlights of an
unexpected car.  "I... I...  I think dad had other plans for me that day.
I didn't hear you knock.  Is everything OK?"

"Oh sure," I smiled weakly.  "Everything's OK.  How about with you?  Do you
and your dad do these things a lot?" I pursued.

His face still had a stunned look.  "Uhm... sure.  He and I like to spend
time together.  He teaches me a lot of cool stuff.  Don't you and your dad
do things together."

"Yeah, sure.  Sometimes he's almost a pain.  Wanting me to do stuff we used
to do all the time.  But I'm getting to where I'd rather spend more time
with my friends.  Like you, Todd," I grinned back.

"OK.  Good.  I'll be sure to answer the door for you this time," he said.
We walked to our next classes and I said good-bye until we boarded the bus.

The ride home was uneventful.  Todd and I sat together where we could turn
partway around to gossip with the boys behind us.  The topic as usual was
girls.  The new one, Nancy Kramer, what a sweeeet!  Pretty but not
beautiful.  Great figure.  Nice ass and midsized tits which I liked.  The
other two guys thought she'd look better with size 38s but I guffawed at
that.  "What are you thinking, dingleberries.  She'd be so top heavy she'd
need a crutch under each tit.  Get real.  Besides you can only get your
hand around so much tittie."

"Or your mouth," whisper another.  We all laughed in agreement.  Except
Todd.  He just sorta joined in without offering any critical commentary on
her body.  He did agree she was pretty and had a nice smile.  She wasn't
stuck up like some of the beauty queens.  We all nodded in agreement with
that.

That's the way Todd was.  Didn't seem particularly interesting in talking
with or about girls.  I just shrugged it off since none of us were
qualified to have any special girl friend.  Not at 14.

I wasn't ready to jump into heavy dating.  I was OK around girls but what
would I say when it was only me and her?  Rod and Suzy were "going steady"
as they called it.  I called it being at school.  They had actually gone to
a movie together after his mom drove them.  I was waiting for 16 till I
could get my permit then a long wait till 17.

When we pumped Rod for how far he'd gotten at the movies, he was evasive
but finally admitted that he'd only put his arm around her.  She was too
freaked by all the other people.  So he got to zero base.  Not even a good
night kiss with a mom at the helm.

The closest I ever got to kissing a girl or touching her, was in my
fantasies at night as I lay in bed with my hand wrapped around my throbbing
hard uncut dick.  I'd seen a lot of dicks, mostly soft or half hard in the
showers after P.E.  All but one uncircumcised like mine.  Some boys have
asked about why my folks didn't have me cut like them.  Was I Jewish or
something?  I just told them what dad told me.  The foreskin would protect
the head from constant rubbing in briefs which affects the sensitivity
after years and years of rubbing.  One boy said he wore boxers so his
didn't rub so much.  But he's wrong.  The cloth hangs over the dick and is
constantly coming in contact.  Not so much but it all makes the head less
sensitive.

I'm not queer or anything but I have this crazy interest in dicks
especially those just ready to go full sized!  Not that I'd want to hold
one but sometimes I do wonder what one of those many dangling three-inch
dongs would feel in my hand as it expanded but....  Whoa!  Whoa!  Stop!
Get those thoughts out.  Out!  Out!  Out, damned cock!  As Shakespeare
might have written.

My interests especially my sexual interests are girls My ONLY sexual
interest!  Now wipe that smirk off of your face.  So long as there are
plenty of Nancy Kramers at school that is.  Girls and sex.  OK?  OK.

After I got home, I had a quick snack.  While I ate, I decided what I was
going to do about this crap in my brain.  Talk with dad.  He'd know what to
do.  Then I was off to Todd's Now that I'm fourteen, I don't want to ride
my bike so much.  Very uncool in my school So I walked the 300 feet between
our homes One football field length.  He answered the door, just like he
promised.  When I went inside, and we walked past the home office.  Todd's
dad has a internet business so he's home a lot.  Usually at the computer.

As we walked past he looked up, a grin spread over his face and he said,
"Hi, Larry.  How you doing?"  I felt obligated to stand there making talk
for a few minutes with his dad.  "Doing OK.  You?"

"Yeah.  Me.  Fine.  Doing well."

I have to say that Todd's dad is very good looking.  Not only his handsome
face but his wavy hair, and buff body.  Todd says he and his dad go to the
gym twice a week to work out.  Says his dad had a very sculpted body and
strong legs.  Like my dad, he's mostly hairless.  On him less body hair
looks good.

Then Todd and I continued down to his room where he closed the door and
turned on his computer.  "I want to show you this site I found," he
whispered conspiratorially.  We waited impatiently while the computer
booted up and stopped with the initial page.  Todd quickly typed in a pass
word that I could not see and the main screen was exposed.  On it was a
woman!  A naked woman!  She was turned with her back to the us but the way
her body was angled to show she had one very nice breast with little droop.
Nice!  Her face was pretty, hair gorgeous dark brunette.  Her ass was
beautiful.  Two nice melons begging to be touched, stroked, kissed.

"OhMyGawd!" I all but cried out.

"Shhhhh!" cautioned Todd stepping forward to press a few keys bringing up a
game.  "You'll wake the giant in his office!  He'll come down to
investigate."

We stood together by the computer as, sure enough, a knock sounded at the
door.  "Hey, in there.  No playing rough!  House rules."

Todd got up to open the door.  "It's OK, dad, Larry's just over excited
about my Gopher Hunting game."

Todd's dad laughed.  "Oh yeah, that one.  See if you can get 70, Larry."
He turned and walked back to his den.  Todd closed the door and sighed with
relief.  "That was close.  I gotta keep something for cover whenever I'm at
this site then constantly ditch each thing when I've gotten my jollies.  I
make sure my history looks like I've been at very bland places."

"OK.  OK.  Let's get back to Ms Universe," I pleaded.

"Sure," he said wearing what only could be a wicked grin.  Pressing a few
keys he brought the woman back.  I gaped at her for a few seconds.  "Ready
for the front view?"  I nodded.  Pressing one key, the picture slowly
rotated.  As she did, something new came into view.  A cock.  A big, long,
hard penis!  Jutting from between her thighs where a slit of a pussy should
have been.  I gasped.  My jaw fell open and my eyes seemed to bug out.

"My Gawd!" I repeated.  "What is this?"

"A tranny," he said.  "A man altered to look like a woman and keeps his
cock and balls.  Found a couple of websites and downloaded this and some
others.  Want to see them?"

I nodded.  I was so entranced by this new development of cock on a woman
who had beautiful breasts with curves where all women are curved.  But
cocks too.  Oh my gawd. "  Just then a second woman replaced the first,
beginning with her back to us. Then slowly turned to expose her equally
gorgeous cock.  My heart was pounding.

OK, I have a compulsion for cocks.  I like to look at them.  But this put
an entirely new perspective on cocks.  This one and the previous both
LOOKED like women.  Both had all the normal woman accessories.  Both were
beautiful with lovely long tresses.  One a blond the other a brunette.
Both too gorgeous to believe.

I didn't hear the click of the keys as Todd brought up a new beauty.  Light
brown hair this time, smile that didn't quit and a body equally lovely as
the previous two.  The difference was that the rod sprouting from her
crotch was at least seven inches long.  Gasp!  Compared to my measly five
inches she was a giant.  The larger-than-life erection did not, could not
distract from the rest of her body.  Long-legged, mounted on three-inch
heels, that brought out the best of her legs before moving up to the
gorgeous butt, again 36 C breasts that barely sagged, terminating at her
head which displayed a lovely face and smile with beautiful coiffed hair.

"You as hard as I am?" Todd inquired.

I suddenly realized that I WAS hard seeing these lovely creatures had been
the aphrodisiac that inspired my penis to its present five-inch length now
pressing to lengthen even further spurred by those cocks.  Lovely, gorgeous
penises.  I was all bus gasping, trying to keep my sexual balance.  The
ying and yang of sexual preference spun in my head.  Sure the ladies were a
real rewarding sight but those dicks.  Which was I in love with?

"Hey?" Todd whispered.  "I asked if you're as hard as I am."

I nodded dumbly, unable to say yes.

"You wanna jack?" he said.

"Sure," I began then stopped.  "What?  You mean take out my cock and jack
off here in your room?  What if your dad comes back.  Just to make sure
everything's OK."  I paused.  "What are you thinking.  NO!"

"Well, I'm gonna do it.  You can if you want.  I'm so horny, I gotta get
off."  He unzipped his fly as I watched then extracted his hard-as-a-rock
cock.  I stared at it.  My first view of Todd's hard on.  "See something
you like, big boy?" he said as he looked at my staring eyes.  My mouth was
dry.  First three huge dongs then this one.  Much smaller.  But it was the
size, shape and thickness of cocks that got my attention.  He stepped
forward to within an arm-length from me.  "Touch it, if you like," he
whispered.

I did too.  I reached out, wrapped my fingers around his cock and squeezed.
"Odd," I was thinking.  "How can it be so soft and smooth on the outside
yet so firm and stiff?"  I began to slowly stroke thing thing of beauty
Todd had so willingly offered me.

So lost in this new experience of cock handling, the cock of another boy,
that I didn't feel Todd lowering my zipper.  I didn't feel his hand fish
around inside my pants and inside my briefs.  I was only barely conscious
of him bringing my own hardened dick out.  His fingers closed around it and
he began to expertly jack me off.

Suddenly I realized where I was, whom I was with and what we were doing.  I
pulled back extricating my erection that desperately cried out for relief
from Todd's expert hand.  "Todd!  No!" I whispered urgently all the time
holding his cock.  Continuing to stroke him.  "I can't.  This is too queer.
I mean too gay."

Undeterred Todd retrieved my cock, my weak explanation and feeble efforts
to keep it away from that hand that was delivering marvelous sensations.  I
relented.  He took it back and continued to masturbate me in a way so
inexplicably exciting.  His hand doing marvelous things to my penis.  I was
lost in randy emotion.  I suddenly didn't care that we were two boys
holding each others cocks.  I didn't care how queer it was.

In the excitement of the moment, I had been looking down as I had my hand
wrapped around my best friend's cock.  I was actually jacking him off.  In
a moment I knew he'd cum but I didn't care about that either.

"Larry," Todd whispered.  "Look at me."  Raising my eyes to his he smiled.
"Nice isn't it?"  I nodded, again, My mouth seemed unable to respond to all
these new and exciting feelings.  "Look at me," he directed again.  I
looked.  As I did his hand moved behind my head, his face moved toward mine
and our lips connected.  They remained there for only an instant then he
moved back, his hand still behind my head.  It was unnecessary.  I didn't
want to go anywhere.  "Again?"  I nodded and his face descended although I
didn't see it coming toward me.  My eyes were closed.  They connected
again.

In all my fantasizing about gay activities, the thought of another male
kissing me on the lips brought a feeling of revulsion.  Now here I was
connected by the mouth to another boy.  My mind began to justify this.
Aren't lips just lips?  Isn't the mouth just a mouth?  Why does it matter
if it's a girl's mouth or a boy's?  How could I argue against such logic,
especially when Todd's lips felt so good on mine.  I was just about the
take the next and inevitable step of letting his tongue into my mouth where
I would suck on it then he'd suck on mine and we'd lick each others
tonsils.

All this was stopped in our tracks as my cock exploded.  I had had powerful
ejaculations before but his was atomic.  I gasped into Todd's mouth as my
back arched and my cock poured forth several goodly rounds of lava.
Without looking down at the damage done to his clothing.  Expecting
smoldering holes where my ball juice had contacted mere cloth.

As the first wave passed I released his still erect dong.  He put his arm
around me, pulling me close.  I was panting, feeling all done in.  My cock
had different ideas as still two more jets of killer overheated cum shot
onto his pants.  Finally my heart beat slowed to below the red line so I
could catch my breath.

"Was it good for you, honey?" asked the daring Todd.

"You wouldn't believe, even if I could describe it," I whispered back
weakly.

Todd pushed upright and turned me around.  "Here," he said. "Let's just sit
for a few moments.  Let you get back to normal."

I couldn't nor wouldn't disagree.  "You're pretty messy down there," he
observed.  "Why don't I take care of that for you."  Without waiting for
confirmation, he slide from the bed, between my open thighs and began to
suck and lick the remaining semen still coating the head of my now-soft
prick.  I was about to object realizing his intent as his mouth engaged my
limp prick.  The masterful way he was licking and sucking, was doing
wonderful things to my lust meter.  In mere moments, his nursing had
brought my cock back to full salute and his magic mouth was doing fantastic
things to my groin area.  I lost track of time which seemed to stand still
until once again my climax meter red-lined and I ejaculated again.  This
time into the confines of his mouth which clung to it like a leach,
collecting every dribble and squirt he could coax out of my balls.

Once again, Todd was teaching me the marvels of boy sex.  So gay.  So what?
I looked down the plain of my body to see him holding my cock in his mouth
then watched as my once-again flaccid boy meat slid from between his lips.
He looked up at me smiling, 'Yummy.  You have delicious sperm, Larry."  He
moved up beside me on the bed, leaned close to my ear to whisper.  "Welcome
to my world, dear Larry."  Once again his face approached mine.  Now in his
world, I closed my eyes and welcomed his lips on mine.  As his tongue slid
between my lips, I tasted my own semen.  Revulsion stifled, I sucked my cum
from his proffered lingual.

I became suddenly aware of a soft click.  Opening my eyes, I looked at the
door.  It was closed but I knew that sound.  It had just been closed.
Looking at my new lover, I asked, "Did your dad just look in on us?"  My
heart was racing thinking of the worse.

"Yeah, probably.  He's such a snoop," confirmed Todd.  "I hope you aren't
worried.  He won't out you to your folks.  He doesn't mind if I have lovers
like you.  He likes you, you know."

"I saw you last Thursday," I said.

"I know.  I heard you come in."

"You did?  Why didn't you close your dad's door or at least put on some
clothes and meet me?"

"It's hard for me to explain," he said.

"Try," I demanded.

"The simplest explanation is the best," he said.

"I agree."

"I wanted you to see me naked and sucking my dad.  I wanted to let you know
that I'm queer.  You aren't disappointed are you?  Can we still be friends?
After I seduced you?"

Shocked, I stared at him "You planned this all along?"

"Yes.  Did you enjoy being sucked off?"  He was nonplussed.

"I don't know whether to be angry at you tricking me into a blow job or
happy that I've discovered cock."

He smiled at me.  "I accept your decision.  Now wait right here, I'll be
back in a minute."  With that he moved off of the bed and ran into the
bathroom.  I heard him rustling around then he came back completely naked.
"I wanted to get more comfortable," he said as an explanation.  "Do you
like to see me naked?" He asked demurely.

"Who wouldn't you're very uhm...."

"Pretty?" he offered.

"Yes, that's it.  You are quire pretty.  I like seeing your body."  Without
thinking my hand reached out to take his rampant penis.  "Especially this,"
I said beginning to slowly masturbate his lovely boyhood.

"Yummy," he whispered back.  "My boy thingy likes your hand too."  He moved
closer, to give me more room, I thought.  Very considerate.  I was
increasing my stroking wanting to experience his cum shooting onto me.
"But I have a better thought."  He slid even closer.  His cock now only a
few inches from my face.  "I think this is a good time for you to take the
next and inevitable step," he whispered softly.  "Don't you think so?"  Our
eyes met.  I nodded.  I was ready.  He moved the final three-inches to my
face to push his hard cock into my open and waiting mouth.  Just for a
moment, the slowly fading straight side of my sexual preference was saying,
"NoNoNoNo...:" Until it became silent.  A voice I knew I'd never hear
again.  I nuzzled his balls and took more cock into my mouth.

"You are so beautiful when you suck my cock he softly said to me as he
stroked my hair.  And you suck so well.  Time seemed to vanish as I suckled
his boy teak just as I suckled my mother as a child, seeking her milk.  My
revery was broken as he said, "I'm cumming.  Take it in your mouth.  Don't
let go until I say."  Then the first volley seemed to fill my whole mouth.
"It feels like a lot but it's not," he said confidently guessing my first
impression.  He might have said more but he was now groaning in supreme
delight with his lust sending jet after jet of hot sticky semen into my
welcoming mouth.  "Oh Gawd.  You fantastic cock sucker," He was moaning,
trying to push his cock more deeply into my mouth.  He would have succeeded
had not my fingers been wrapped around the base of his penis preventing
complete penetration.

Finally his writhing stopped.  His semen stopped.  He could speak again.
"Are you OK?" he asked looking down at me.  I nodded with his cock still
enclosed in my mouth.  "OK, now take your mouth off of my cock."  I did.
"Do you want to swallow or spit?"  Looking him directly in the eyes, I
swallowed by way of a response.

"Marvelous!" he exclaimed and he leaned down to kiss me.

This time I heard the door open and looked up to see his dad standing
there.  "You guys finished?  Am I disturbing anything?"

"No, dad.  Larry just became my cock sucker," he exclaimed.  I beamed
happily.  A cock sucker.  I'm a cock sucker.

"Great!" he said.  "And any time you need a cock when Todd isn't around,
mine is available."

"Show him your cock, dad," Todd said.

"You sure?  Larry, do you mind?"

"No, I'd like to see your cock too, Mr. Laven."

"Oh, us cock suckers are less formal.  Call me Jerry or dad if you want."
As he was speaking he quickly unbelted his shorts, unzipped, then popped
the button to allow his shorts to fall to his feet.  He as commando so all
he had to do was pull of his t-shirt to be naked as his son.

His cock was thick, over six inches with no foreskin.  His pubs were shaved
so that this beauty protruded proudly at a hard 45-degree angle.  His balls
were large hanging long in a pouch of his sack.

"Nice, isn't it?" said Todd sitting up to take it in his hand.

"You know what I like, boy," Jerry whispered.  Todd moved the edge of the
bed then slid down and dropped to his knees . The large cock slipped
swiftly into his mouth.  "Mmmm....  so good.  So good.  You are such a good
cock sucker," he whispered looking down with a loving expression watching
his son's mouth bob up and down on his hard cock.  He looked over at me,
then took a careful step closer being sure to keep his cock in Todd's
nursing mouth.  He leaned over put his hand behind my head.  My eyes close
and my mouth opened slightly.  Our lips pressed, then pressed some more.
His tongue slid easily inside where I sucked it.  He pulled back smoothly
as if timed.  "I'm getting close.  Larry," he said looking at me.  "Why
don't you get down here and take my load?"  I grinned happy to be part of
this initiation.  Falling to my knees, I moved close to Todd.  "Honey,"
whispered Jerry.  "Pass my cock so that Larry can have it.  I'm cumming!"

His semen shot into my mouth.  The tangy flavor seemed to fill my mouth but
it was only an illusion.  He squirted and squirted, moaning and groaning
speaking the most profanities.  "You keep your lips tight on that piss
pole, Larry boy."  He took a deep breath as still more cum shot in my
hungry mouth.  I wanted more.  Much more.  "You're my cock sucker now boy.
You'll take my dick any time I tell you."  His growl was such a commanding
masculine sound.  A thrill ran up my spine as I swallowed his cum.  "Lick
my cock clean, cock sucking little bitch boy."  Another jolt of excitement
filled my being.  I licked the remaining drops of cum from his head and
looked up at him.

My cell phone rang.  "Answer it," said Jerry.

"Hello, dad," I announced

"Hey, sport.  You 'bout ready to come home for dinner?  You mom made your
favorite dessert."

"OK, we're just finishing cleaning up here.  Todd's dad gave me some
dessert over here."

"Oh?" he said.  "Was it as good as what mom makes?"

"Relax, dad," I laughed.  "Nothing can take the place of mom's cooking.  I
only had a small taste.  Won't spoil my taste for what mom is serving.  OK,
were finishing up here.  Be home in a few minutes."

Dad chuckled.  "OK.  Glad you had a good time over there.  See you."  We
hung up.

Jerry said as he reached for my hard cock, "You aren't going to let that
hard on go to waste are you?"

"Really, I gotta go." I insisted putting my rigid dick back in my pants.
No cum on them so I was good to go.

Both Jerry and Todd came over to me so that we could hug and kiss one last
time.

They walked me to the door and unabashedly opened it for me even though
they were completely naked.  "Good bye, cock sucker," they said in unison.
I blew them kissed and headed home.

What a surprising ending to the day.  What would I tell dad when he asked
about my day.  Little did I realize that I had another surprise at home.
More dessert?