Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2012 13:49:29 -0400
From: Ned Arm <nedarm217@gmail.com>
Subject: Oysters from Dad/Chapter 4

Oysters from Dad---Chapter 4

As Dad, Don and I caught our breath, Dad held forth with a lecture, the
likes of which I had heard once already. "Just because we have discovered
these new interests, does not mean that there will be any change to the way
we live our lives.  As far as I can discern, we three guys have been having
sex with other men all our adult lives.  Nothing has changed; we just know
a bit more about each other.  No one is becoming the lover of anyone else
here.  No one here has any right to be jealous of the other.  If we get
together by accident or by plan, it is simply because we are enjoying being
men.  Do we all understand each other?"  We did.  But mischievously, Don
said, "Yep I understand, Now when can we do this again?"  Dad did not even
acknowledge him.

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So, there were no plans to repeat the activities, though I was sure that
all three of us would be ecstatic to go for it again.  A few weeks went by,
before I opened my email one morning and sprung an immediate hard-on.  The
message was from Dad, and was an invitation to join him in Chicago for the
weekend where he was attending a conference and trade show.  The message
went to both Don and me, and if we were able to go, all we had to do was
simply call his secretary, Loretta, who would make the arrangements.  By
the time I had digested the information and cleared my calendar, there was
another email, this time from Don, who taunted that he had already made his
reservations, and wanted to know if I were going to skip the fun?  He
promised to "tell al about it " when he got back. Loretta had my answer
within seconds, and she put me and Don on the same plane.  I did not even
check with the wife.

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When we got to the room, Dad was already there, showered fresh and in a
white robe, compliments of the hotel.  He was quick to suggest we might
want a shower to freshen up from our travels, or in other words, get outta
those clothes!  We were all shower- fresh within minutes, and both Don and
I had towels cinched around the waist. Dad the bartender fixed drinks for
us and we did a silent toast.  With no words spoken we moved together into
a three-man group hug, which immediately sparked an erotic closeness that
was electrifying.  The three man kiss was wet and passionate and left the
three of us gasping for breath. The robe and the towels disappeared by
magic. Those three cocks were demanding attention as they throbbed and
bobbed up and down and rubbed cockheads with each other.  Dad suddenly
pulled away, and mumbled that there was some unfinished business.  Don and
I used the time to get to know each other better, and had cocks and balls
in hand when Dad returned to the fold.

"Unfinished business" he said as he held up a tape measure.  "We need to
add Don's measurement to the family tree."  A quick study, Don thrust out
his crotch as Dad laid the tape measure on him, and invited me to check it
out with him.  "Damn" said Dad, "Don takes the blue ribbon.  But only by an
eighth of an inch, he is seven and a half."  Don was amused and insisted
that it was obvious that he had the biggest dick.  In reality, the three
dicks looked identical.  But size did not enter into anything as we
continued the bonding, exploring the nether regions of each other.  Dad
gravitated to the bed, and lay on his back while Don and I worked on his
cock and balls for quite some time.  At some point when Dad called for a
rest to keep from exploding, he wanted to "talk about fucking", he
announced.

"I have fucked Don" he addressed me "and you have fucked me, Ned.  For
weeks now, I have had this fantasy of fucking your ass too.  I want to top
both of my sons.  Are you ready for it?"  I backed off some, and related
that being on bottom was not something that I had much desire to do, but as
Dad started rubbing my ass, and fingering, I was easing off some of my
objections.  When Don produced lube, I allowed him to lube up my hole and
Dad's pole, but was still reluctant.   Dad took over the action from there.

"I will lie here on my back, Ned, and you straddle me with your ass right
over my cock" I told him that I knew the position, and I guided his
cockhead to my rosebud.  "Go easy" I begged, "This is uncharted territory."
He pressed and his cockhead did enter but not without pain.  I held still
while catching my breath and Dad produced a bottle of poppers from under
the pillow.  I inhaled deeply and almost immediately his cock did not seem
to be pressing so painfully.  Dad then instructed me to "Sit down fast and
hard, and then sit very still."  I took several long hits of poppers, and
did as he said.

The initial searing pain was incredibly demanding but as I sat still, as he
instructed, the pain floated away and I was flooded with a great sense of
calm as my body got used to his rock hard penetration.  Before long, I felt
comfortable and started some slow movements, basically up and down.  In a
low voice, Dad kept encouraging me, talking dirty with nasty fuck comments,
with hot comments of how much he loved my ass.  His talk was a turn on!  I
gained expertise in holding his cock in my ass as I moved round and round
and up and down and was loving the great feeling of having his dick buried
deep inside of me.  It was an indescribably wonderful feeling.  My hands
were everywhere, starting with holding Dad's shoulders, and as I gained
momentum, they ended up over my head as I bounced around on Dad's dick.  I
had lost track of Don even being in the room until he said "Ride `im
cowboy!' and I definitely was successful in riding this fucking bronco!  Dad
instructed Don to come over and feed him his dick and Don obliged.  Dad was
fucking my brains out while sucking Don like a hoover.

Orgasm was inevitable and I felt Dad's burst of cum bursting all through my
body as though a fire hose had been shoved in my butt, or maybe as though I
had a liquid firework explosion inside of me.  I shot my load all over his
body, some landing on his face and chin, the rest on his chest and stomach.
Don unloaded about the same time, and Dad could not hold it all, cum was on
his face and dripping from his mouth.  As we untangled the bodies, Dad
said, "Y'know I do not swallow for everyone.  But for the two of you, I
will eat your cum anytime I can get it."  Don said, "OK, give me thirty
minutes" and with that, Dad shoo-ed us to the showers.  Dad liked the many
smells of men but his foremost and favorite smell was "clean".

Dad insisted we go to a nice restaurant for dinner and when we returned,
both Don and I were randy and rarin' to go again, but Dad was not ready to
participate.  "We all need a good night's rest tonight", he said, "we have
a heavy schedule tomorrow" but he did not elaborate on the schedule.
Regardless
of his advice, once we got naked, the temptation was too great, and when we
all got in the king bed, Dad in the middle, the fun started and there were
blow jobs all around.  I am not sure who took my load, but I was well aware
that I got both Don's and Dad's.  He stated he would take cum from both of
us, but I beat him to it this time when I got both of them. I slept well.

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Dad hustled us out of bed the next morning, with no play time,  It had
never happened before as adult males to share a bathroom, but I found it
hot to watch my Dad and my brother both shave, to apply deodorant to those
sexy armpits, and to fuss with the hair and to primp and put themselves
together before meeting the day.  Hell, I was hard just watching them in
the bathroom!  Each one eventually emerged and pulled on underwear, and it
amused me to realize that the three of us all wore jockey style and the
same manufacturer.  All in the family.

After a hotel breakfast, we grabbed a taxi and ended up in the gay section
of the city, and Dad certainly knew where we were going.  We exited the
taxi at a hair salon, and Dad hustled us in.  There were several barbers
there, and each of us got a trim, and as we exited the barber chair, we
were led to the back room where Dad again obviously knew what was going on,
and Don and I had to ask.  "Mangrooming" was all that Dad said in response.
He addressed the attendants and said, "Smooth balls, military trimmed
pubes, and clean ass cracks" and with that, he disappeared behind a curtain.
Don and I did likewise with our assigned attendant, and we emerged thirty
minutes later with shaved balls, a well-trimmed crotch, and hairless ass
cracks.  We all appraised and reviewed the somewhat sexy experience and we
all agreed that we felt damned hot!  On the street, we teased Dad for such
treatment and he responded with the comment that it was about time that we
accepted the new sexuality mores with clean looking crotches. He admitted
to visiting the hirsute parlor "regularly".

We played tourist for a few hours, taking the river boat cruise to be
educated of the Chicago architecture (fascinating!) and with a late pub
lunch, Dad was getting antsy that we needed to be back in the hotel to meet
some of his friends, and kept hurrying us along.  By 4:00 sharp, we were
back in the hotel hearing the frequent command form Dad, "Shower, freshen
up, and get ready to meet some friends of mine.   They will be here within
the hour." He told us nothing of his friends, and simply responded when we
pressed him with just "You will both like them".  We all three did shower,
and only one time did Dad have to admonish us for just a little sexual
teasing and cock play.  Plenty of time for that later", he said, "Just get
yourselves primped and powdered.  And clean!"  At a few minutes before
5:00, he made drinks for us all, and after a quick toast, he then
disappeared, telling us he had to meet the friends in the lobby and would
bring them up to meet us.  Don and I were clueless as to what was going to
happen but we both felt it had a sexual vibe to it.

Before too long, Dad was back, with three men in tow. Casually dressed and
possibly business colleagues but there was an aura that told me that it was
not work mates..  All three were good lookers, and exuded that pheromone
that you know is testosterone at work.  Dad introduced them, but I did not
log the names since I had already given them my nicknames of Muscles,
Hairy, and Hunk.  Ever the bartender, Dad fixed drinks for them, vodka,
bourbon, and a beer, "This is not the lobby bar" he grumbled good naturedly.
After a few minutes of ice breaker conversation relating to where we lived,
and utter useless small talk, Dad took the floor.  "OK, boys, these three
guys are here to entertain us for an hour or so, in any way, manner, or
method, that we feel we want to be entertained.  They prefer to perform in
the nude for this entertainment and I suggest we all get naked in due
course.  All three are versatile, but one of them prefers to bottom, and
one of them prefers to top.  You get to figure out which is which."  Don
and I were frankly astonished as the three guys very casually approached
us, and began to feel us up, to slowly undress us, to kiss us, and to
fondle our various body parts.  The clothes simply melted.  And so did we,
literally.

What happened next could be described in detail only if there a camera to
track the action.  The three studs were absolutely gorgeous when nekkid and
each one had a cock that was appealing and enticing.  I wanted to taste
them all, and I did get a mouthful of dick and balls of every one of them.  I
licked every armpit at least once and got my clean hairless ass rimmed by
all three of them. Don and Dad were in the mix, and you were as liable to
be down sucking on one of them as you were the entertainers.  The orgy
seemed to go on and on and on, and no one was complaining.  Dad did stop
the proceedings at some point, calling for a rest break, and fresh drinks.  I
think every male was happy to comply since the urge to blow was pressing
and this gave a chance to let the boiling protein cool down a bit.  Dad
gave the commandment that Don and I were not to blow but if the studs
wanted to do, they could.  When the drinks were gone, it was sort of like
the bell in a boxing match and we all left our respective corners went back
to the sex.

While fiercely making out with "Muscles", holding and stroking on his big
cock and kissing him, he whispered into my ear, "Please fuck me" and I was
only too willing to make us both happy with that request.  As I made my way
to the bed, and he flopped down on his back, I was well aware that Don was
getting fucked doggie-style on the floor beside the bed by the one I tagged
as "Hairy".  Dad was on the bed beside me and Muscles, in a wild and
ferocious sixty-nine with "Hunk".  I fucked Muscles, pounding his ass hard
and furious but also remembering Dad's request to not blow, so I slowed
down to ensure the friction did not pull my cum from me.  Dad's voice could
be heard over the slapping of fuck sounds from both me and from Don's top
man, as he again called for a rest.  But this time, he did not serve
drinks; he simply herded the three of us to stand in a row, Dad in the
middle with his arms around both of our shoulders.  He then commanded the
three studs on their knees to service us orally.

Without a whimper, the studs went into action.  There was one on our cock
at all times, as they shifted from one to the other, sometimes with two
studs working on your cock and balls.  At some point when we each had a
cocksucker on our dicks, Dad said, "OK, boys, let's give it to them" and
with that command, we took off the brakes and thrust our crotches forward
instinctively, fucking face, knowing that we were going to deliver our
stored us loads.  No way to ever know who started it, but as one of us
came, then another and then another, the studs took us hungrily as we held
onto each other as though we were in an earthquake, trembling with desire
and shaking with the propulsion of our juices to the waiting mouths in
front of us.  Not a drop was lost.  Eventually, it went calm, like after a
storm.  A suck storm.

Very civilized.  The three studs had jacked themselves while sucking us and
two of them had delivered when we did, holding their own fresh cum in their
hands.  The third one, Hairy, demurred, saying he was not much of a cummer
and sometimes had trouble doing it.  No matter, everyone had a fantastic
sexual experience.

The studs dressed slowly with glowing compliments of the experience.  Dad
handed each of them an envelope as they departed.  Don and I sat there,
sexually exhausted.  Don said, "Hey, what was that all about?"  Dad smiled
and said, I told you guys I hired escorts when I wanted good sex.  Those
are three of the guys that I have hired previously here in Chicago.  I
wanted you to experience the same guys and know about the kind of sex I
have had.  And someday, I want you to introduce me to some of your tricks!"
and that was said with a knowing grin.  Don said, "Yea, right, if I ever
recognize one in the daylight, I will."

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Mom picked us up at the airport, and was full of chatter on the drive home.
Dad was riding in front with her, and absorbing most of the conversation,
but things went silent when she innocently asked us in the back, "Well
boys, did you cruise around the bars?"  Don answered that one, since I was
having to bite my tongue from laughing.   "We have outgrown that, Mom, it
was basically just a family affair."  Dad picked up on it and said, "There
was an Oyster bar in the hotel, and we spent a lot of recreational time
there."  Mom continued, "That must be a man-thing, I simply cannot stand
oysters in my mouth.  They seem to produce this sticky fluid and it just
slides down the throat."  Even Dad lost his reserve as he laughed loudly
along with us, and said, "Yep, it is a man-thing."

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Ned