Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2016 07:52:42 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Buddy With An Open Mind (Revised)

I'd lost contact with my childhood buddy Stan until all of these
social media sites came around.  Off and on through high school I'd
wondered what became of him.

When he moved away when I was a teenager, I was distraught.  At that
the time I'd recently started puberty and had a huge crush on him.  He
seemed oblivious to it.  No matter...as soon as the feelings developed,
he was gone.

So recently at the age of 30, I decided to look him up online.  His
last name was quite unusual so I wasn't worried about finding a ton of
names to sift through.  I went to the most popular site at the time
and searched for him and found him right away. I got hard immediately
when I found his name.

I tried to view his photos but the website told me I needed to create
an account and then request to be his "buddy".  I created my profile
with vague information and then searched for him again.  I sent a
buddy request just in which I sent him a single message:  "What's
up...been a long time Batman!"

That was a reference to when we were kids.  When we were much smaller,
we'd play Batman.  We'd been inspired after his out of work dad sat
around summer mornings one year and watched Batman reruns on TV
constantly.  We'd go to his backyard and take turns playing the "bad
guy" who'd have Batman in a trap (of which Batman would miraculously
escape as he did on TV).

Of course we'd take turns being Batman.  I loved it when I was Batman
because I loved allowing him to tie me up in some pretend trap.  When
he played Batman he'd pull off his shirt and tie a towel to his neck
and let it hang like a cape.

When I started to fall for him I imagined him naked in that homemade
cape.  I also imagined me naked while he tied me up.  I fantasized
about being left there naked tied up while he went inside and forgot
about me.  We'd stopped playing the silly game when puberty started,
but the Batman scenarios filled my fantasies of him when I figured out
the act of masturbation.  And by then, he moved away.

- - -

I got a reply back the next day.  It said, "Holy Fuck Batman!  What
have you been up to all these years?  Let's catch up...call me at--"

His message ended with his cell number.  I got hard and began to look
through his profile.  There weren't many pictures, but in the few he
had posted he was so fucking hot.  He looked nothing like the tanned
kid with a buzz cut hairdo that I remembered.  His skin wasn't tanned
and his hair had darkened.  He had a sly look, full lips, and gorgeous
green eyes.

>From his scant posts on the site, there was nothing indicating a hint
to whether he was gay or straight.  I nervously picked up my phone and
dialed his number.  A raspy voice answered.  I woke him up.

"Yo Batman!" I joked.

He laughed heartily.

"Wow man--a blast from the past!  I was stoked to hear from you.  This
is so cool!" he said.

I pulled off my underwear and was then naked.  I lay back on my couch
and stroked my semi-hard cock.

"Yeah man...what'chu been up to?"

He replied, "Oh just working and hanging out with my little man."

A son already...

"Yeah, my parents gave me the old house before they moved off.  Gina
turned out to be a total cunt and she split...thank god."

"Sorry to hear man!" I said.

"Well, we're happy here alone.  We don't need any women here do we buddy?"

I was shocked he'd talked like that in front of his kid.

"No daddy!"

"Come here buddy..."

It sounded like he was giving his son a hug.  Then I heard a kiss
sound.  Just a cute little smack/kiss sound.  Next I could swear I
heard a zipper sound.  It was followed by a light groan from Stan.

I shook my head out of the gutter and tried to change the topic.

"So you live in the city still?"

"Yeah man...just twenty minutes from the old neighborhood.  Why don't
you buzz by here tomorrow?  I'd love to hang out!"

My heart raced.

"Okay man...I'm off on the weekends so I should be free.  I'll give you a call."

"Just show up...hey, I'll text you the address.  And you'll have to
excuse the mess--it's just us two guys here.  Right chief?"

I heard a muffled, "Mmm hmmm" agree with him.

"Let me call you back in a few dude..." he said

"No worries man...we'll chat tomorrow."

"Cool--great to hear from you Chase!"

I hung up the phone and spit on my dick.  I imagined going to his
house and trying to talk him into a conversation in which I'd hint
that I was gay and see what his reaction was.  I imagined him telling
me he'd always been curious about guys and wanted to try it out.  I
fantasized about teaching him to suck cock.  I shot my load onto my
hairy leg in minutes.

- - -

On Saturday morning, the next day, I looked up the address he'd texted
to me.  I searched online for directions and found his place to be in
what is now a rougher, older part of the city.  I made a decision to
drive over there at noon.

When the time came, I just put on some baggy shorts, boxers, and old
tee.  I put on some flip-flops and grabbed the keys to my car.  As I
drove, I wondered why his parents moved from the affluent neighborhood
we'd lived in.  Maybe they couldn't afford it?

I became nervous as I got closer to his place.  I wondered what he'd
think of me.  I'd always been skinny and hadn't changed a lot (in my
opinion) other than being taller.  I looked down at my handwritten
note and looked for the street to turn onto.  As I neared his place,
my mouth became dry.  I watched the street numbers painted on the curb
and finally his number came up.

I got out of car and locked it.  I walked up to the door and heard
music coming through open windows.  It was a little warm outside (I
had the A/C on at home).  I expected the house to be hot.  I knocked
on the old screen door and heard voices from within the house.  Next I
heard feet running on the wood floor and it creaked loudly.  The door
pushed open.

A kid opened the door and told me to come in.  He was wearing cutoff
jeans and tennis shoes.  I guessed he was about ten or eleven years
old.  The jeans looked like they were cut too short in the back.  Part
of the kid's ass cheeks were showing.  He ran off and left me there in
the entry way.

"Daddyyyyyy! He's here!"

I heard the feet run to somewhere in the house as I stood alone in the
foyer.  Then I heard the heavier but softer steps of adult bare feet
walking someplace.  Then he appeared around the corner.

"Hey man!  Come here!

There he was slim and shirtless wearing worn out old jeans and no
shoes.  His hair was kind of a mess.  He had scruff on his face but
his torso was smooth.  He was fucking gorgeous.  He gripped me with a
tight man hug.  I could smell a light hint of B.O. from his pits but
he was clean otherwise.

He put his hand on my shoulder and led me to a den.  We walked past
the living room.  It wasn't dirty but the furniture was a couple of
decades old.  The wood floor had an ugly old shag through rug covering
the area in front of the couch.   We ended up in a back room that had
a pool table, uglier old couch, and a huge cooler on a chair.

A flat screen TV hung on the far wall.  It was on with the sound
turned down and music from a Stereo in the corner blared.   He turned
down the music with a remote and plopped on the couch.

Stan opened the cooler that was stocked with beers and wine coolers.

"What'll you have dude?" he asked.

I really didn't drink--I had a low tolerance for alcohol.  I took one
anyway so I could relax.  I was still very nervous.

"Grab me a beer!"

He bent over to get it and his jeans slid down some to expose an inch
of smooth ass crack.  I sat down fast to hide a growing erection.  He
grabbed a bottle opener and shucked off the cap of the bottle.  It
landed on the floor where he left it.  He handed it to me with a sexy
grin.

He sat down next to me on the couch and stretched his legs out.  His
smooth feet rested on the closed cooler.  I leaned against the armrest
and faced him with my foot on my knee.

"Kick'em off and relax man!"

I didn't catch him.

"Those...kick'em off and relax."

He was talking about the flip-flops.  I slipped them off and pushed
them away with one foot.  I crossed my left leg again over the right
knee to hide my hard dick.  I stared at his long toes and wanted to
touch them.

He took a good swig of his beer and scratched his head.  His messy
hair stayed in the position where his hand had been.  The
messy/scruffy look was great on him.  I could get lost in those pretty
eyes.

Then I realized he'd asked me a question and I hadn't paid attention
while thinking about his looks.

"Oh yeah man...I graduated at Haltom and then went to UNT.  I graduated
and now I work as Customer Service Operations Manager," I told him.

I realized how pompous that sounded.

"Well I just went to the school of "hard knocks".  I repair electronic
and arcade games for the Dave and Buster's chain.  Exciting work!"

That statement was followed by a huge burp.  We both burst out
laughing.  Then he downed his bear and took out another one.  Just
then his son walked in the room.

"Dad, it's so damn hot!"

"Hey my man...I told you we can't afford the air conditioner.  You know
the bill was sky high last month! Just settle down and cool off."

"Okay dad..."

With that said he pulled off his shoes, socks, and then dropped his
shorts!  He picked them all up and put them on top of the washing
machine.  He opened the dryer and took out a small pair of boxers and
pulled them on.  He was putting on cooler clothes alright.  They were
so thin I could see his small penis through them.  He just walked off
to his room.

"Sorry about that...he's going through a phase."

I thought to myself I've never seen kids go through that kind of
phase--stripping in front of their dad and a stranger.  I was
speechless.  As I stared off in the direction his son walked.

"Yeah I guess he's in that show off stage?"

"No man, I meant he's being sassy to me."

Next, Stan droned on about what he'd done since we'd last played
together as kids.  I snapped out of it and tried to pay attention.  He
spoke of messing around with his "ex-" and getting her pregnant.  They
got married but were always arguing.  Finally he told her to fuck off
and she did.  He said he loved every minute after she was gone.

"So, you married?" he asked.

It was my chance to say I was gay but I didn't.

"Nope...single here.  I have a condo close to the downtown area."

"Cool man."

"Oh look, the game has started!" he said.

He picked up the remote and un-muted the sound.  The TV volume was
loud and filled the room.  The sound of the stadium crowd rose and the
sport announcer began talking about the football game.  I heard a door
open and footsteps creaked behind us.

"Oh cool, the game is on!" his son said.

He plopped down in front of me on the floor and leaned against the
couch in the space between us.  Stan stretched back with his hands
behind his head and exposed an armpit full of curly brown hair.  I
tried to pat attention to the game.

I hadn't noticed it at first, but when I did I couldn't look away.
His son was rubbing his dad's feet.  Stan's left foot was on his son's
knee.  His boy was sitting with his feet crossed. He massaged his
dad's foot as it rested on his leg.  When Stan noticed me staring at
it, he spoke.

"He's going through one of those phases...loves feet!"

He laughed and shirked off the topic.  The he shouted at the TV when
our home team scored.  I'd drank all the beer and felt a buzz.
Between the beer and the foot rub (and brief nudity of his son) my
mind was reeling.  I tried to stare back at the TV, but my cock was
hard as a rock.  I shifted in my seat and my dick dropped between my
legs for the moment.  It was hard but not visible.

Five minutes later, I felt soft hands on my feet.  His son was
massaging my feet!  I froze and didn't say anything.  It felt damn
good as his small hands worked toes, heels, and balls of my feet.

"Lucas does a good job huh?" he sniggered.

I just nodded.

Nothing else weird happened after that.  I declined another beer and I
sat through the game.  I couldn't thing of anything besides the hot as
fuck man sitting next to me.  I finally got up after the game and went
to piss.  I adjusted my dick in my underwear and hoped it would remain
there.  Once back in the dean I told him I'd better head out.

"Hey man, come back here next weekend--there's gonna be another college
game on.  I had a blast catchin' up with you!"

"Sure man!" I said.

Of course I was gonna go again.  I was crushing hard on this man who I
really didn't know at all anymore.  I analyzed things as I drove home.
Yeah he showed traits of his childhood personality...playfulness, crazy
outbursts, etc.  Yet there was a strange air of sex around him that
left me puzzled and horny.  And what was with the son?  I felt weird
about the foot rub but I actually loved it.

- - -

I thought about nothing all week except for going back to his place.
This time, I took him a case of the same beer he shared and some
snacks.  I wore boxer briefs to hide my erection this time.

When I got there, his son answered the door in skintight old white
briefs only and led me to the den.  His little butt bounced as he
walked.  Stan was stretched out on the couch wearing only a pair of
jogging shorts--the kind that show off the thighs well.  When he heard
us he sat up and stretched.  I saw the glorious armpits again.  He
gave me a hug around the shoulder as a "pal" would do and we both sat
down.  I put the beer and bags of snacks on the floor.

Lucas opened up the case of beer and began sticking it in the cooler.
It was already filled with ice some hours before...I could tell because
when Lucas lifted out the existing beers for us, they dripped with
water.  Stan reached over and grabbed a bag of chips and opened it.
He began munching away.  The game started and so far I was without any
distractions.

After the first quarter, I noticed Lucas had left the room and hadn't
come back yet.  Well, I thought that he hadn't come back...but there he
was standing behind the couch massaging his dad's bare shoulders.
Fuck, not again!  My cock grew rock hard instantly seeing the youth
working on his dad's shoulders and neck. Stan acted like it was
normal. Once I began gawking, he spoke.

"He's good dude!'

Stan nodded toward me and then Lucas walked behind me and began
rubbing my neck and shoulders through my tank top straps.

"He's thinking about being a massage therapist one day," he said.

Well, that explained his comfort with giving feet and shoulder
massages.  But it still seemed a little weird.  I closed my eyes as
those small hands worked wonders on my neck. Then I got chills as his
fingers ran through my hair and massaged my scalp.  I guessed he was
standing on a stool to each me so well over the couch. I closed my
eyes and sighed.

"Go ahead and ditch the shirt dude...it'll be better!" Stan suggested.

I felt a little self-conscious.  I was a little timid due to being so
slim.  I rarely got naked in front of anyone...I never even went
shirtless anywhere.  I felt Lucas' hands pull the shoulder straps of
my tank top.  My dick told me to let him do it, so I leaned forward
and he pulled it off.

>From then on, those small hands worked my neck and shoulders for the
duration of the game--a long time!  Before the game ended, he said his
arms were sore.

"No biggie buddy...Chase here is good I'm sure.  Go relax in your room."

Then before I could turn around, Lucas was gone.  The game ended and
we chatted for a bit until Stan sat up.

"I gotta mow that fuckin' lawn man.  You can stick around and help if
you want." He joked.

"Naw maybe next time!" I laughed.

I bent over to pick up some of the mess.

"Don't worry about that, we'll clean it up.  I'm glad you came over
man.  Let's do it again next weekend!"

He didn't have to ask me twice.  I got off on just spending time with
him and looking at his sexy face and body.  I was infatuated but I
didn't care.

"Yeah man, I'll be back!"

As I walked out of the room towards the front door, I saw a pair of
underwear behind the couch.  Was it the same underwear Lucas had on?
Had he pulled them off during the massage?  My stomach tensed as I
walked out.  What was going on with them?  Was I being played in some
sexual game of theirs--or were they just both weirdoes?
Needless to say, I was so horny that I pulled out my cock and stroked
it on the way home.  I only covered up when I had to.  When I drove
into my underground parking garage and parked, I pushed the shorts all
the way down and frantically shot a load onto the bottom of the
steering wheel.

- - -

It was only at work that I could concentrate on anything besides sex
or Stan.  While at work, it was a madhouse at that huge call center.
However, once I got in the car and drove home I began to think about
Stan and Lucas.

I thought if Stan was so open minded about his son touching other men
then surely he was into the same.  I had to find a way to talk about
it or initiate something.  The bad thing was I had no balls.  I was
spineless.

Each night after I jogged, I showered and relaxed on my bed.  Before
putting on a tee or boxers I'd jack off.  I'd think of making out with
Stan while his kid watched.  I thought about him and I watching TV
while his kid sat naked on his lap.

At work, I'd rationalize things by thinking Stan was just a regular
straight dude who was being an open-minded dad letting his kid be
himself (even though he did odd stuff).  Maybe Stan was clueless about
his son being into guys.  I thought of all possibilities.

Then Saturday came around again and I was uneasy again.  I showered,
dressed, and then drove over.  Just like before I didn't call first.
I just showed up.  However, this time I inspected things before making
it known I was there.

After I parked (just past their house at the curb), I walked up to the
front door.  It was in a small covered porch that you had to go
through a small arch and wood door to access.  The wood door was a
bunch of slats that was about to fall apart.  It was lightly propped
open so I slipped through.

Before knocking (and with no direct view from people on the street) I
put my ear to the door and just listened.  I could hear Stan's deep
voice groaning.

"Oh yea babe...that feels so fuckin' good,"

"Fuck!" I thought.  He must have a woman in there.  I almost turned
back and walked away.  Then I thought it would be interesting to
interrupt him.  So I knocked.

I heard him talking but couldn't make out the words.  I heard
footsteps creaking.  A small lizard popped its head out from the hole
in the patio boards then ducked back into the crawlspace.  Stan
answered the door and looked in his usual state of sexy disarray.

"Hey man, come on it.  The beer's all cold and I have some burgers
ready to grill out back!"

I stepped inside out of the heat.  That day he had the air conditioner
on. It wasn't perfectly cool but it was better than being outside.  He
had on some old basketball jersey shorts that hung to his knees.  As I
followed him to the den I noticed his butt bounced as if he was going
"commando".  My dick twitched.

As usual, he was barefoot.  I sat down on the couch.  Blinds to the
backyard patio were open all the way and the room was bright.  Just
outside was a smoking grill.  It was of medium height and in front of
it was a small stepladder.

"Little man's got it in his head this week he wants to be a chef.  I'm
gonna let him cook the burgers.  He's seen me do it dozens of times."

"You think that's safe?" I asked.

"He can handle it!" he said confidently.

His green eyes locked in a sly glance with mine and I felt my face
flush.  I quickly looked away.  His eyes remained on me even as I
looked away.  He was grinning.

"I'll get us a beer," I said.

Then Lucas came through the room from the kitchen carrying a plate of
raw burger meat.  He had a spatula and carefully stood on the ladder
and opened the grill cover.  He carefully placed the meat on the rack
and closed the lid.  The awesome smell of the coals wafted into the
open glass door.  Lucas came back inside and slid the door shut.

"Piece of cake dad!"

"I know it brother!"

Lucas was beaming with pride.  He was excited to be cooking for us.  I
slowly drank my beer and wanted another.  I no longer had a light head
after just one beer and was craving the cold, carbonated liquid of
another one.

Lucas went outside another two times to check the meat and after
awhile pulled the meat onto a plate.  Then we all went to the kitchen
and got out condiments for the burger.

The kitchen was extremely outdated with avocado appliances that had
seen better days.  The old linoleum tile was faded and cracked.
Despite the ugliness, everything was clean.  He got out tomatoes and a
head of lettuce and began chopping.  I spread out the mayo, mustard,
and ketchup and took the lids off.  Soon we were fixing our burgers
and pouring chips and dip on our plates.

The burgers were perfect.  They were seasoned well and cooked just
long enough to be juicy.  The kid did a great job and I told him so.

"Thank you sir."

"Call me Chase dude..." I told him.

"Okay," he said with a grin.

We'd missed part of the game while prepping the food and ate during
halftime.  When halftime was over, we lay there with full bellies.

"You need a belly rub daddy?" Lucas asked.

Uh-oh...there it came again.  I'd been relaxed until then but I became
anxious and aroused again.  Stan spread his arms on the back of the
couch.  His left hand was right next to my head.  Lucas, who had on
normal shorts for once, sat on his dad's lap and with one hand-rubbed
Stan's stomach in circles.

"Feels great buddy!" he sighed.   "Now do Chase..."

"Nah, I'm good," I lied.

"Go ahead man...it's part of his massage thing."

Lucas was sitting between his dad and me.  Then he turned to face me.
He raised up my shirt to rub my stomach.  It was normally mostly flat
but it bulged from too much food.

"He'll do better with that shirt off.  Toss it behind you."

I hesitantly did so.  Lucas rubbed my stomach and it did feel very
soothing.  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it.  I thought maybe I
should stop being to worried about all his little quirks.  When he
stopped, he scooted onto his dad's lap and lay against his chest.  It
was actually adorable.  The kid was just barely pre-pubescent.  I
wondered how old he was.  At times he looked boyish and other times he
looked like he might be 12ish.  I was able to cum at 12.  I wonder if
his son jacked off.

As the game went to the fourth quarter, Lucas fell asleep on his dad's
lap but his head lay against Stan's bicep.  He stroked his son's head.
Then without warning, Lucas took his dad's nipple in his mouth and
began sucking.  He acted like he was still asleep.

Stan laughed lowly.

"His crazy ass mother was so fucking lazy she breast fed him until he
was like six or seven.  Sometimes he tries to nurse in his sleep."

"On the couch like this?" I asked dumbly.

"Nah, I got a big ol' bed.  He sleeps with me."

My cock was rock hard again.  I was tired of hiding it.  I was tired
of their games.  Were these games?

With his free hand, it moved from the back of the couch to my hair and
he stroked my face down to my ear lobe.

"Don't worry man...I'm attracted to you too.  Just like when we were kids."

My head spun from the 2nd beer and from hearing these words.

"Scoot over man, he won't wake up."

I moved over next to him and we kissed deeply.  I smelled beer and
hamburgers.  Lucas slid sideways and Stan carefully moved him to his
other side.  With the two of us in shorts and shirtless, he moved over
stuck his tongue far into my mouth.  I kissed him so hard.  Our make
session was electric and I didn't want to stop.  My eyes were closed.

When I opened them again, there was Lucas with his head in his dad's
lap sucking his cock!

"Oh my god!" I said and pulled away.

"Chill dude..."

"Don't tell me man...another "phase"?"

He grinned.

"No, it's not just a phase...he loves sucking cock.  I can't keep him off me!"

Lucas had all of Stan's penis in his small mouth.  I was shocked when
he pulled off and I saw it was a long dick.  I couldn't understand how
he could take it.

"Fuck!" I sighed.

"Yeah, he was giving me head right before you got here.  I've had blue
balls since.  Now he can finish the job!"

Stan pulled me to him and we kissed again as his son sucked his dick.
Then Stan bit my neck and groaned.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he moaned into my ear.

Slowly, Lucas' mouth came off his dad's penis and he grinned and stuck
out his tongue...it was full of thick cum!  Then he made a show of
swallowing it and stuck his tongue out again.

"Good boy...now do Chase here!"

I was too stunned to object.  I just sat there and let the kid roll
over and pulled my cock out over the elastic of my shorts.  As he
began sucking me, Stan pulled his shorts off and revealed a nice round
butt.

"Pretty ass huh?"

I just nodded.  The kid's mouth was small but he went down all the way
and sucked like a pro.  His dad and I French Kissed the hole time.
Stan tweaked my tits and nibbled on my ear lobe intermittently.  His
kid sucked on like a vacuum.  My senses were overloaded and I felt an
orgasm building.  I didn't warn the kid at all--I just started shooting
my sperm into his mouth.  He groaned.

After I calmed down and was obviously done, he stuck his tongue out
like before then swallowed my jizz.

"Good job!" Stan said.

I sat there exhausted.  The game had finished without any of us caring.

"Let's go hit the sack...take a nap with us!"

I guessed that a nap was the usual ending to one of the sexcapades.

"Uh okay..." I agreed.

When we got to the bedroom, Stan took off my shorts and he got nude.
We lay back on the bed and started making out again.  His hands were
all over me.  He grabbed my ass and pulled it apart.  I felt a finger
snake into my crack and graze my hole.  His bedroom door was wide open
with Lucas grinning watching us.  His small penis was sticking
straight up.

Stan paused and patted on the bed.

"Come on man...get up here!"

Lucas playfully jumped on the bed and plopped down next to us.   We
rolled on our backs as Lucas moved his head to his dad's dick again.

"See man, I told you!  As soon as his mama left I kept waking up with
his mouth around my pole.  I asked him why he wanted it so bad and he
just told me, `I like your dick daddy!"

Lucas sucked and ignored us.  His ass was in the air and pointed my way.

"Look at that sweet smooth ass dude!"

He rubbed his son's bum with his rough large hand.  He pressed hard on
one side and pulled it open to exposed a small pink hole.

"Let daddy taste you hole..."

I sat there with my mouth open as Lucas backed his butt to his dad's
face.  Stan's tongue moved out and right into the boy's hole.  Then
his lips were locked on it while he continued to receive head.  I was
jacking my hard dick in disbelief and awe.

"Here, try it!" he offered.

I nervously moved my mouth to the boy's hole.  It smelled clean except
for the scent of his dad's saliva.  I kissed it first.  Then I licked.
The more I licked the hungrier I was an then began sucking on it
hardcore.

"He loves his ass played with," Stan said idly.

As I sucked on his son's hole he stuck his middle finger in it.  I
licked around the hole as it went in.  When he pulled out the finger
he slid it in my mouth to lube it again.  We took turns fingering it
and tongue fucking it while Lucas alternated sucking his dad and me.

We took a break from ass-eating and just lay back kissing.

"You know he likes doing this too...eating ass.  Let'em have a go at yours man!"

I was at the point where I'd do anything he asked.  I rolled over and
closed my eyes.

"Go for it bud!" his dad said proudly.

I felt Lucas squeeze in between my legs and I spread them more.  His
soft face was soon in my crack sniffing around.

"Mmmm!" he said.

Stan bumped my shoulder with his elbow.

"He digs it man!"

I felt Lucas nibbling on my hole.  He wasn't able to eat it like a man
but it still felt nice.  I felt a small finger, then two enter me.  I
sighed at the pleasure of the light ass play.  After about five
minutes, his dad spoke.

"That's all for now son...go watch anything you want on the den TV."

He ran off excitedly and Stan rolled onto my back.  I felt his cock
enter me smoothly.

"Oh man...you're nice and tight."

I breathed deeply as his dick squeezed in to his pubes.  He
slow-fucked me for the next half hour.  We only paused to kiss.  His
heavier body felt really good pressing down on me.  I enjoyed the
fullness in my ass and would tighten my ass-ring for him off and on.
He cooed when I squeezed my hole tight around his cock.  He
slow-fucked me for a good half hour until he came again.  I wanted to
shoot another load bad and started jacking of.

"Call him back in here!" I said.

He grinned at me sheepishly.

"Son, come in here and take care of Chase again!"

I heard frantic footsteps running down the hall.

His naked son jumped on the bed and was sucking my cock good again.
As I pumped my dick in his mouth, his dad stuck his middle finger in
Lucas' hole.  Lucas bucked against it and moaned.  His head pumped on
my dick and I felt Stan's come oozing from my asshole.  Stan moved
over and sucked hard on my nipple.  The combination of visuals and
physical stimulation set me on course for an orgasm.  I groaned as I
shot a small load in Lucas' mouth.  He kept sucking until I squirmed
and gasped for him to stop.  He stuck out his tongue and showed me the
jizz before he swallowed.

- - -

I woke up in a pile of bodies.  I was half under Stan and Lucas was on
top of me with one leg over his dad.  We reeked of sex.  I looked at
Lucas sleeping and realized no one had relieved him--he serviced us.
Maybe he jacked off but I didn't see it.

I eased out from Stan's body and lightly moved Lucas on his back.  He
stirred a little.  I sat back and admired his smooth body.  He was
astonishingly cute.  He looked just like his dad.  I moved my lips to
his and kissed him softly.  He woke up and smiled.  I kissed him again
and reached for his small penis.  It grew in my hand.  His tongue slid
out into my lips and I sucked on it.  I continued to stroke his dick.
He was awake completely by the time I moved down and took his dick and
balls in my mouth at once.

"Ahhhh," he softly moaned. "Look dad!"

Stan opened his eyes and rubbed them.

"Say partner...looks like someone likes you too!"

After nursing on his boy dick for a minute or two I began sucking it
quickly.  I looked up and dad and son were smooching.  There was such
love in their eyes.  I bobbed up and down on Lucas until he began to
moan.  He was cumming.  A slight spurt of liquid drooled into my
mouth.  It tasted like precum.  I moved off and jacked him until the
feelings subsided.  More liquid oozed out.

"Look dad!"

"Oh nice son...it's your first liquid cum!"

"Alright!" Lucas cheered.

This time I stuck my tongue out and showed him my work...then I
swallowed his first load.  The two of them pulled me into a group
embrace.

- - -

A few months later I rented out my condo and moved in with the two of
them.  Stan and I fell madly in love.  Lucas shared our bed on a daily
basis until he turned sixteen.  Then he went through another
phase--boys his own age.  But that's another story.  Lucas never has
stopped having sex with his father and I.  It will be interesting to
see how he bring us into his relationship one day when he meets the
love of his life.