Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2006 11:41:57 -0500
From: Chuck McGraw <hd_soldier_dad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me and my Boys, Part I

I'll fuck anything that's warm, wet and willing.  That's what some of my
buddies have told me.  And they're right.  Always been that way.  Ever since
my Uncle showed me the ways of the Force, I've been a fucking transport for
my libido.  My cock is the real brains of the operation.

I'm married and have two boys that I'm very proud of.  Bobby is the eldest
at 14, and his brother Ethan is 12.  They're both smart, curious, and
well-mannered boys and the spitting image of their father at their age.  The
boys are really close, probably because as a military man I've dragged my
family across this here globe a coupla of times.  They're also competitive
as hell.  Ethan is always trying to match his older brother in everything
they do.

Now, like a fair amount of military guys out there, I keep my wife pretty
much in the dark about my extra curricular activities.  She's never had the
same sexual appetite as me and I figure what she don't know won't kill her.
And she is defiantly in the dark as to my bisexuality.  She hasn't got a
clue about that.

I'm pretty much what you think of when you picture a career military man.  A
living, breathing GI Joe.  At six foot two and two hundred and fifteen
pounds, I've got a solid build and flat stomach that comes from physical
training every day for fifteen years.  Running, weight lifting, and
resistance workouts, not to mention humping a rucksack mile after a mile,
will keep a man in shape, no matter how much beer and pizza he consumes.
I've got a fair amount of ink on my skin too, and since I took the position
of First Sergeant here at FT Bragg, I grew me a mustache.  I thought it fit
the job pretty well.  All of my 1SG's have had a caterpillar under there
nose so I figured, "why not me."

But here is the story you're here to hear.

Round about five years ago, when I was up at FT Lewis, is was late summer
and raining.  My wife was working at the admin desk of the Post hospital and
she had to work every other weekend in order to take time off to go to
nursing school.  So on this particular rainy Saturday morning, it was just
me and my boys at home.

It was early; around 0730h and the boys were asleep up stairs.  I'd been up
for nearly two hours and was out in the garage tinkering with my Softtail.
The August heat was in full gear, making it muggy as fuck with the rainfall.
  I'd opened the Garage door to try to catch some breeze and the radio was
on the local rock station.

As I knelt on the concrete floor, I looked up at the sound of feet slapping
against my wet driveway.  Corey, the neighbor's boy, was running toward my
house in the rain.  Seventeen years old and a Lacrosse player for the local
high school, he was already near six feet tall.  Lean and tight, he was a
hot little fuck.  I know, because I'd fucked him for the past six months or
so.  He old man was an officer in another unit on base and had no fucking
clue that his pride and joy was like a bitch in heat to most Army guys in
town.

Corey came to a stop inside the garage, his dark t-shirt sopping wet, as
were his gym shorts.  With his hand he pushed the wet hair out of his eyes
and up on his head.  "Good Morning, Mr. McGraw.  How you doing today?"  He
smiled those pearly whites at me and I recognized that look in his young
eyes.

I stood up.  I pushed back my shoulders and walked right up to him, inches
apart.  My hands were covered in grease.  My wifebeater was stained and
dirty, as were my pants, a set of old, torn BDU trousers.  I planted my work
boots solidly on the ground and said, "I'm doin' just fine now, Boy."

Corey grinned ear to ear, and I swear I could hear his heart quicken.

Every other weekend, that boy would watch until my wife left for work.  Then
he'd make his way over to my place.  Casually he thought, so that he and I
could fuck around.  He was a right little slut, that one.

I walked over to my work bench and put down the wrench I had.  I wiped my
hands on a rag and turned around.  He was still standing in the same spot
and his boy boner was making a mean tent in his silky shorts.  I leaned up
against the bench and placed one hand on either side.

"Come on boy.  Get to it." was all I had to say.  He practically jumped.  He
got in front of me and dropped to the ground on his knees.  With practiced
hands he had my pants opened up and my hardening meat down his throat.  He
wrapped his hand around my nuts and tugged gently, just like I'd trained
him.  He worked his tug under my hood, inside the foreskin and wiggled it a
bit in my piss slit.  Expert little cocksucker.  A natural.

"You can stroke yours too boy."  His other hand went from around my shaft to
around his.  He hooked his waist band under his nuts and pounded furiously
on his young cock.  I wrapped one fist through his hair and used my thumb to
hold my cock in place in his cockhole.  He was trained well enough on my
cock where I could really give him a face fucking now.  The boy barely had a
natural gag reflex and I loved slamming balls deep into his pretty face.

He shot his load on the floor between my boots, hitting the wall under the
counter with the force of his first blast.  When he felt my nuts begin to
tighten, I let him pull off my cock.  We'd been through this enough times
that he knew to start licking my balls before I shot.  I kept my hairy fist
wrapped tight in his hair as I pounded my own meat with the other.  "That's
it Daddy.  Cum for me.  Feed me your cum, daddy!"

Right as I got to the point of no return, when your load his held back just
by sheer will, I looked up.

The door from the garage to the house was open part way.  It was open enough
to let both my boys stand side by side.  The stood there, still in there
PJs, and watched dear old dad face fuck the teenager next door.

Well, there was nothing I could do about it.  My nut busted and I stroked it
off with a guttural roar, shooting thick, lumpy cum all over Corey's sweet
young face.  I forced his head back by his hair, his neck craned back.  He
mouth was open, his eyes were closed, and I painted his face with my jizz.

By the time I'd come to my senses and caught my breath, the door to the
house swung closed, the boys retreated inside.  I never meant for them to
see it, but the damage was done now.

Corey cleaned himself up and left and I finished putting my Bike back
together.  I pondered what had happened.  I wouldn't say I was worried about
it.  I mean I'd caught my dad fucking a broad when I was a bit older than
the boys, but this might be a little different.  My boys were young, seven
and nine.  Not to mention that is was the jock from next door who was
wearing my jizz, not their mom.  I figured I'd wait for the boys to come to
me and ask.  Or if not, sooner or later I'd talk to them about it.

Later that night, after chow, I was down in the basement watching TV.  The
basement, like the garage, has always been my sanctuary.  I pretty much let
Susan, my wife; run the rest of the house.  It was down here that I could
smoke my cigars and watch TV in piece.  All day the boys hadn't said a thing
about what they say, but knowing my boys, I knew they would.  Sure enough,
the came down the stairs and straight up to my recliner.

"Dad?" asked Bobby, usually the leader as the eldest.

"Whets up guys?"  They were flanking my chair; one on either arm as I lay
kicked back, the leg rest up, a whiskey in a rocks glass in one hand, the
remote in the other.

"Dad?  What were you doing today with Corey?  Did he do something wrong?"

Shit, I thought.  The boys thought I was capable of hurting the kid.  "No,
no no no no.  Corey and I were having some fun, that's all guys.  I wasn't
hurting him.  Corey and I were fooling around.  Trust me he liked it."

"He did?"  Asked Ethan.

"Trust me, guys.  Corey loves to fuck around with your old man like that.
We do it all the time."

"But what were you doing?"

I sat up, closing the leg rest, putting down my glass and pulling the boys
to my knees.  "Well guys..." I'd been trying to figure out how to explain
blowjobs to the guys all day.  "You see, you know how your dicks get hard
sometimes?"  They both nodded.  I'd never sheltered the boys and they knew
what `dick' and `pussy' meant.  They'd heard all kinds of colorful language
come out of my mouth on more than one occasion, and when they had asked in
the past I had explained it to them.  I'd also explained when it was
appropriate to use those words.  The boys were smart kids and I didn't want
their teacher thinking I was raising a couple of demons because a seven year
old could tell her the difference between a whore and a slut.

Well Daddy's dick gets hard too.  Sometimes it gets hard when someone plays
with it.  Corey likes to play with your dad's dick and make it feel good.
So that's what he was doing."

"With his mouth?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah buddy, with his mouth.  He was sucking on it.  Kinda like a freezie
pop.  It feels really good for me when someone does that.  Daddy likes it a
lot."

"But you were yelling and when you were pulling on you dick, it looked like
you were hurting yourself." Said Bobby, sounding concerned.

"Naw buddy, trust me.  What we were doing felt good."

"Are you sure" he asked.  "You're not hurt down there?"

Daddy's dick is fine.

"Will our dicks get as big as yours, Dad?"  Bobby asked. His eyes were
locked onto my crotch and I was getting a bit of a chubby in my sweatpants.

"Maybe, Bobby.  Who knows?  You might even be bigger than your old man some
day.  You could grow big enough to put me to shame."

The boys giggled at this and I gripped up both hard, but not painfully,
behind their necks.  I shared a smile and laugh with 'em.

Ethan said, "I don't think so dad.  You looked huuuge today!"  He pointed
right at my cock, which by now was nearly completely hard.  He poked at the
tented cloth.

"I'm sure you will, little buddy.  Hell, when I was your age, I wondered the
same thing.  But I ain't got nothing to be ashamed of now, do I?"

"Your hard now, Dad.  Can we see it up close?"  Ethan always spoke what was
on his mind.  He wasn't shy by any stretch of the imagination.

I glanced over my shoulder, up the stairwell.  The basement door was closed
and Susan was most likely in the office upstairs doing her college courses,
like she did every night after supper.

"Sure guys.  I'll show you."  I used one hand to pull my sweats down and the
other to haul out my cock and balls.  I held my thumb hooked on my waistband
and let my meat stand tall and proud while my offspring admired it.

"Wow," said Ethan, "It's bigger than I thought."

"It looks...weird." Said Bobby, cocking his head to the side.  Why are all the
veins standing out like that?"

"That's just the way a man's cock looks." I explained.  "It's hard because
I'm excited and it's full of blood.  Blood is what makes it hard."

"Will our balls be hairy like yours too, Dad?"  Ethan asked.  As he said
this, he reached over and pulled gently on a few hairs on my nut sack.  Not
enough to hurt, just to feel `em.  This surprised me a bit and got me even
more excited.

"Sure bud.  I'm sure you'll be the spitting image of me, when you're my
age."

Have the boys examine and poke at me like this was really turning me on.
But like I said, it don't take much.  I'm also a huge friggin' leaker.  I
leak more precum than most guys shoot.  This was no exception.

"Dad, what's that coming out of the top?  Are you peeing milk?"

"No boys, that's called precum.  When Dad gets really excited, Precum leaks
out of the piss slit."

"Is that what you did all over Corey's face?"

"No, that's called cum or jizz.  Daddy shoots his cum out of his cock after
he plays with it.  It feels really good, and if I play with it and don't
shoot, it can hurt for a bit.  It's kinda like shaking up a soda can.
Pressure builds up and you have to pop the top or something could go wrong."

"Can we try it? Can we play with ours and make ...cum...come out?"

"You can try guys, but nothing will come out of your yet.  You're still too
young.  You don't start making cum until you're a few years older."

"Then can you show us?"

"Show you what, guys?'

"Can you show us cum?  We want to see you shoot it out of your dick like you
did for Corey today."

"You wanna see me shoot?" I asked.  I guess I was a little incredulous.  I
mean, here was my son, asking me to jerk off for him.  I wasn't exactly shy,
but damn.

But I figured that I was straight forward and blunt with my boys with
everything else, why not this too.  So I started stroking.  I griped my fist
around my cock and pumped it for my boys.  I looked into their faces.  Their
eyes were glued to the sight of my red, swollen uncut meat as my hairy fist
pumped it.  The foreskin, slick with precum slid up and down over the head.
I don't know what it was, but something about performing for my boys like
that just woke up some urge in me.

"Ethan, play with Daddy's nuts."

"Play with `em?"

"Yeah.  Just touch `em.  Pull on `em gently."  Ethan wrapped his little paw
around my sack and experimented playing with `em.  It felt incredible.

"Bobby, I want you to grab Daddy's nipple.  Just pinch in between your
fingers like this."  I showed him with my hand how I like my nipple pinched
and twisted.

Well it wasn't much longer than that, with my youngest son playing with my
nut sack and my eldest pulling on one of my nipples, that I let loose with a
monster of an orgasm.  I exploded.  Cum flew everywhere, hitting me in the
face, chest, and belly.  And when I open my eyes, I saw my jizz on the faces
and in the hair of Bobby and Ethan.  Ethan had a finger in his mouth.  He
was tasting my cum!

"Mmm, Dad.  This taste good."

"Well boy," I said hoarsely, "You like it so much, fuckin' clean up the
rest."  I'd automatically taken to my normal fuck persona.  A lot of guys
liked it when I would be verbal and nasty with `em.  Only now I was using on
my own kids.

And it worked.

I sat there while my two sons licked the cum from my chest and belly.  Bobby
was the first one to put his little mouth on my cock.  He just licked it at
first, but I guess from watching me and Corey earlier, he knew to grip it
and put it in his mouth.  Awesome fucking sensation.

So that was how me and the boys started fooling around.  I'll write more
later.  Right now, my cock has leaked through my jeans and the Bobby and
Ethan will be getting off the school bus soon.  Time for ole'Dad to get some
boy cunt.