Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 15:05:44 -0400
From: Ned Arm <nedarm217@gmail.com>
Subject: Oysters from Dad/Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"OK, Stud, how are you doing on setting up that action with your brother
Don?"  Dad had me on the phone and was teasing me about my rather blasé
remark that I could readily set it up for the three of us to have sex. I
told him I was working on it.  And mentally I was, but I had not come up
with any way to make it happen.  But sometimes things happen fortuitously
without any planning.

We lived inland from the coast, but the weather forecasters were predicting
that we were going to have some high winds and heavy rainfall from the
remnants of a hurricane that was heading our way and would hit the coast.  My
wife, hating bad weather, used the forecast as an excuse to take the kids
and to go visit her parents in Virginia.

Early Friday morning, the storm did hit us, and hit hard.  It was, indeed,
high winds and heavy rains, no longer a hurricane, but a strong tropical
storm.  A few trees were blown over, limbs and branches blew down and the
yard was a real mess, full of leaves, branches, limbs, and twigs.  My
brother Don called me mid-morning and asked about the impact, and I gave
him the report and sent a couple pictures from my cell phone.  "Not much of
anything here", he said, "want me to come over and help you in the
clean-up?"  And I was grateful for the help.

He arrived within an hour, and we set about the task of collecting the
debris.  We worked our asses off!  There were still occasional wind gusts
and showers, but we worked through them and by mid-afternoon, we were
wearing out.  We decided we could take a break and maybe even quit for the
day.  We were both pretty grungy and it was obvious that we needed a shower
first.  We dropped our clothes in the laundry room, shoving the dirty
garments into the washer and headed for the shower in the Master bath since
it was a large walk-in and not in a tub.  He followed me, flopped on the
bed, naked, and watched TV while I did my shower.

When he came out of the shower, I was mesmerized by his cock, mostly hard
and standing proud, bouncing as he walked, and looking delicious.  "You
gotta give me some underwear", he said as he toweled off, giving me a good
opportunity to check him out.  Damn, I thought, his dick does look like
mine too.  Dad and I were the same size, and I would bet that Don was also
a match.  I was well aware of Dad's challenge to get us together, but I
still had no clue as to how to make it happen. But I was quickly closing in
on some action with Don for myself!

"Damn, Ned, it feels hot and sexy to be wearing your jockey underwear!" as
he rearranged his crotch for the ump-teenth time.  "Where's my beer?"  We
were both pretty tired from the manual labor, and the cold beer was hitting
the spot quite well.  Don kept rubbing his crotch, and I caught him eyeing
me up seriously when I did the same.  He smiled and said, "Feels like we
are behaving just like when we were teen-agers, hanging out in our
underwear, just like when we were in high school."  He grinned  a silly
grin, "You want to suck my cock like you used to do? Just for old times?"  And
I said, "Fuck yes I sure do, but you gotta suck mine too, OK?"  And he
nodded his head, "Yep, I want it."

We were both standing and Don got very close to me, and got his hand in the
waistband of my jockeys.  "It has been a long time since I have seen your
meat", he growled, as he ripped my jockeys down the front.  My dick reacted
to this macho show of force by springing up to slap my stomach, before it
settled back down, bouncing.  I simply put my fingers in the waistband of
his (my) jockeys and slid them down.  He kicked them off.  We stood back
and admired each other.  Don was the first to speak, "OK, I do not suck
cock like a sixteen year old anymore", he said.  He laughed and said,
"Hell, I have had a lot of practice since then and I have sucked a helluva
lot of dick. I know more about it now. Now, I do it right.  Just wait for
it."  I could hardly wait to experience what he was saying, and just
replied, "OK, show me.""  And he did.

Don pushed me back on the sofa, and got between my legs, his tongue working
on me the whole time.  He licked the shaft, he tongued the slit, he washed
my balls, my inner thighs.  There was no region of my crotch that he did
not explore with his hot tongue, until I was writhing in lust and want.  He
finally let up, and growled, "How do you like this action, Ned? Notice any
improvement?"  I could only moan in pleasure before he started on me again.
When he came up for air, I turned around and pushed him over on his side,
then to his back onto the floor and went to work on him.  I thought I knew
how to well please a man before this lesson from Don, and I had him
climbing the walls pretty quickly as well.  He pushed me away, "Dammit Ned,
let's back off and just edge for a while, just playing and enjoying each
other.  I do not want to cum too soon. Make it last."

We moved into a sixty-nine position, as we played and worked on each other.
We fondled each other's body for hours so it seemed, bringing each other to
near climax, and we would both have little mini-cum shots of precum
releases which would flood our mouths, and that would cause us to hold off
and rest a brief time before resuming our cock sucking, tongue fucking,
ball washing pleasuring of each other. At some point, Don rasped out a
fuzzy, "Let's go for it bro!" and we both released our pent up loads,
spilling full copious loads of cum into each other's mouth.  We rested that
way a long while before we got into head to head position, and we
kissed.  Surprisingly,
or maybe not so surprisingly, we both still had cum in our mouths and we
traded it back to each other. We kissed so deeply and with so much emotion
that we sort of drifted off into a black velvet fog for a long while before
we came back to reality.

We both crawled up from the floor and headed for the bathroom and the
shower.  I got into the shower first but was not surprised when he stepped
in with me.  He put his arms around my neck and leaned his head on my
shoulder and chest as we stood there and let the warm water, wash us clean.
"I've missed being with you Ned".  When we got out of the shower, I handed
him a towel, and he smiled and said, "Naw, let's dry each other."  Our
dicks went on the rise, as we made sure the crotches were dry.

"How about another beer?" I asked, "Make mine a scotch this time" he asked,
following me to the family room, both of us in the nude. There was no
embarrassment, no guilt, no apologies as we sat down with some stiff
drinks. And stiff dicks.  "Wow, that was fkn-hot" Don rasped.  "Where in
the fuck did you learn how to be such a skilled cocksucker?"  I asked.  We
talked a long time, as he related that he, like me, had been having
encounters with men all of his adult life, to date.  We shared our sexual
liaisons, and found that they were very similar.  "What if we had run into
each other in one of the gay bars?" he laughed.  I quickly responded,
"Hell, I would have picked you up for sure!"

He related that he often remembered and fantasized about our growing-up
years, how we had developed from pubescent boys into men with nice big
cocks, and how much fun we had experimenting with each other's sexuality.  It
was easy for me to admit that he had been an integral part of many of my
jack off sessions as well.  He went on, "Have you ever fantasized about
Dad?" ( I almost fell off my chair! ) "Y'know, I have fantasized about
having sex with Dad for years and years.  I know it is a frequent fantasy
of adolescents to have crushes and have sexual thoughts about your father,
but even now as a grown man, I still have them.  They are often so intense
that they are almost reality.  When I fantasize about Dad, I usually blow
huge, elephant sized loads, thinking that Dad and I are jacking off
together, or better yet, sucking each other's cock. My biggest loads happen
when I imagine him fucking my ass."  I was silent, letting this all soak in.
"Did you ever fantasize about Dad?" he asked me?   I smiled widely and
said, "Like you said, doesn't every boy in the world fantasize about their
Dad?  Of course I did."

He seemed pleased to know this.  "You too? Yeah, Dad is one hot fucker and
he is the hot man whose dick created both of us.  When I have seen him in
the shower after a golf game, I have to hide my boner that always happens
when I am around him."  Almost on cue, the phone rang, and I nodded that I
needed to get it since it was probably my wife.  But it was Dad.  I gave
him an update on the clean-up project, and ended by telling him that Don
was here while the family was away and we were having drinks.  Dad was
immediately curious and turned on, I could tell by his tone of voice.  When
he asked in a hoarse voice what we were doing, I told him we were having
some scotch and some oysters.  I think he dropped the phone and his next
comment was, "Am I too late?"  And I assured him his timing was near
perfect.

When I hung up, Don said "Oysters?  What oysters, what did you say to him?"
I laughed a little laugh, and said "That is the code word for when I want
to have sex with Dad."  Don jeered, "Yea, right!"  But he was not jeering
when Dad walked in a few minutes later, and both Don and I were sitting
there nude, with half erect cocks.

Don was flustered, and funny to watch as he scrambled to cover himself, and
to apologize to Dad and to mumble that he was going to go get dressed.  I
was laughing inside, and trying to keep a straight face on the outside.  Dad
took control, and said "Nonsense.  I like the idea of men being men, and
nudity does not bother me.  In fact, I will join you."  And he began
stripping, as Don stood with his jaw dropped to his chest.  As soon as Dad
got to his jockey shorts, he came over to me, cupped his hand under my
balls and said "I'm looking forward to the oysters tonight."  He dropped
his shorts, and his hard cock was standing like a flag pole. Don was
literally trembling.

Dad took Don's hand and pulled him to an upright position.  They were nose
to nose a few inches apart, and Dad pulled Don's shorts down to reveal a
big throbbing cock.  Their dicks were beginning to duel as they completely
hardened to concrete status and rubbed together.  Dad leaned into Don and
they kissed. Very naturally.   Watching them was so hot and erotic, I was
not sure I was going to hold off and could feel the slickness of my precum
dripping out of my dick.  "Come on over, Ned" Dad said, and I joined them
in a group hug and three-way deep kiss.  Dad reached out to hold Don's
cock, and Don nearly lost it, dripping a rope of precum that covered both
Dad and me. Dad rubbed it in like it was a lotion and said, "Don, hold on,
do not let it fly yet.  Didn't Ned train you better than that?"  Don was
rattled. But little bits of humor made the tense situation better, Dad was
keeping this a light moment for all.

Don recovered quickly and started asking questions.  Explanations were very
brief yet quite complete as he understood that Dad and I had discovered sex
with each other only recently.  He was excited, thrilled, erotically turned
on, and ecstatic that he was also now experiencing the physical sexual
contact with Dad. "Wow, it has certainly been a hurricane day for me!" he
breathed, "First I get it on with my brother after a long hiatus, and now
my Dad, all in the same day. I need another drink."  We all got fresh
drinks and gravitated to the bedroom.  Dad lay back on the bed, as I went
down on his waving cock, inviting Don to join me.  He was on it in an
instant, and both of us sucked, licked, and worshiped Dad's cock and balls
for a long while.

We switched places, and Don was the lucky recipient as Dad and I both
played with his cock and his balls.  Dad got his tongue under Don's balls,
and obviously Don was ultra excited with the attention to this area, and as
he raised his legs higher, Dad went to the rosebud and Don nearly screamed
as Dad gave him a deep tongue rimming.  ""Fuck me, oh please fuck me" Don
was grunting over and over, and Dad sort of nodded to me as if asking
permission.  I nodded a yes, and whispered for him to go for it as I
retrieved lube from the bedside table drawer and handed it to him. Dad
smeared lube on Don's ass and on his own cock, and mounted him.   He
slipped in easily and began the process of fucking his oldest son.  Slowly
at first, then picking up speed as he thrust deeper, slamming Don's ass
harder, as Don grunted and groaned and begged for more cock.

I was so turned on I could hardly breathe.  As Dad was pumping Don, I lubed
up my cock and settled myself behind Dad, and when I fingered him, he
moaned a "oh fuck yea", and a moment later, I had my cock buried as deep as
it would go in Dad's ass.  I could not believe this was all happening
myself, but as a three way engine, we were totally moving in sync, and
rhythmically. Dad was the first to announce his orgasm, which simply fueled
both Don and me to deliver our sex juices as well.  As we rested in
position, Dad was the first to speak.  "Damn, I want to do this again."  But
as we pulled apart, the softening dicks on all of us indicated that "again"
would probably not be any time soon!

There was messy man juice everywhere it seemed.  The three of us needed a
shower, for sure,  I got in, Don joined me, kissed me, told me how
wonderful this had been and thanked me for "making it happen".  I got out
of the shower, and Dad got in with Don.  I smiled to myself as I thought,
hell, I could probably get a nap before the two of them get out of the
shower. They did spend a long time there, and through the frosted glass, I
knew they were bonding together in deep kissing and body contact.  When
they finally emerged, I told them they were both water wrinkled and they
just laughed as they toweled each other off.  We were all three plumped up
but no one was hard enough to want sex at that moment.

Dad picked up the phone, and called Mom.  "Hon, we are drinking and talking
and I may just sleep here tonight since I think I have already had a lot of
scotch...nope, no need to come get me, we are having a good time...no,
getting a taxi is ridiculous.  Ned has offered me the guest room, and
insists it is no problem, so I am staying here."  Don smiled at me and said
"Ned, hide my car keys, I have had too much to drink to drive home, I have
to stay here too."  He called home and got her agreement.

We poured more scotch.  All nude.  But Dad in true form said, "OK, get some
underwear on, you cannot sit on furniture without something covering your
ass."  I returned with three towels to spread over the chairs.  ""OK, that
will work", Dad smiled.  "I would rather look at naked dick anyway."

"Damn, Ned, you do serve up some good oysters!'  Dad smiled and Don said in
amazement, "Is it true, oysters is really a code word for sex between you
guys?"  Dad smiled and said, "I simply have said that `One cannot have
oysters every day' ".  Don smiled and said, "Yea, I can understand but when
is the next time?"  Dad smiled and said, "Let's all talk about that."

End of Chapter 3

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