Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2012 16:26:33 -0400
From: Ned Arm <nedarm217@gmail.com>
Subject: Oysters from Dad/Chapter 5
Oysters from Dad/Chapter 5
On our next Sunday workout session a couple of weeks later, Dad and I did
hit the weights and the machines hard, and both of us had a very strong
workout. When we showered to clean off the sweat before the swim, both of
us were throwing rock hard boners just looking at each other's nude body in
the shower. Dad looked at me, winked, and said "Damn, Son, I would do you
myself if you would let me." I spurted a teaspoon of precum with his
flirting.
Dad already had his swim suit on when he noticed the time, and paused.
"Damn, I committed to a golf game in thirty minutes, no time to do laps
today." I grabbed my crotch, and grinned, "Maybe a few laps on this?" and
he smiled and told me to grow up. When I got back to the locker room after
a few laps in the pool, Marty, the club's personal trainer, was there.
"Haven't seen you here recently" he offered, keeping me in his peripheral
vision at all times. My naked body seemed to have him in a trance. I spent
a lot of time puttering around, toweling off my crotch. Polishing my
balls. The extra playful activity and the chance to show off the naked body
was definitely a display of my latent exhibitionism. I worked my self up to
at least one notch above "just slightly aroused". Then I would simply
stand there, talking with Marty and answering his inane questions, idly
scratching the balls, flipping the dick around, and letting my semi
erection clearly be seen in Marty's view. When I got to the point of not
being able to take much more of it myself, I headed for the showers.
I barely had the water adjusted for temperature when someone else came into
the shower. I gave a quick glance, then another more controlled glance
seeing that it was Marty. I took in his entire muscular frame, which was
actually rather nice on view since it was usually hidden under his baggy
tee-shirt and baggy sweat pants, his daily "uniform". Without the uniform,
he had a beautiful body, well-muscled, cut and well defined. Some guys get
all the good genes, I mused, because swinging between his legs was a nice
thick cock. And it was also just that "one notch above slightly aroused".
We kept eyeing each other up as we soaped up, rinsed, soaped again, rinsed,
making sure that we were both working up the dick. I was at full mast, as
was Marty, when he turned his shower off and moved over to the shower head
next to me. An obvious move, since the shower room had about ten shower
heads! I reached my hand towards his crotch, and he simply walked into my
hand. We stroked each other until we were both close to the edge, then we
turned off the water and left the shower. We returned to the locker
room, and found it had turned popular with several men milling around. He
pulled on gym shorts from his locker, then approached me and and invited me
up to his office on the second floor.
His office was maybe six feet wide and more of a closet than an office. But
it did not matter. We simply got our shorts off and moved to each other
and grabbed cock. Stroking his nice cock, which was a good inch longer
than my 7 and 3/8 and almost that thick around, he whispered to me, "Do you
suck?" I nodded yes, then asked the same question of him, "Do you?" and he
nodded yes also. Without further whispering, Marty went down on me. I
pulled him up when I got close, but he whispered "I also swallow" so I let
go back down and take it all. I am just as horny after I cum as before, so
I was able to slip down and gobble his cock and take him, and he came
quickly.
As we were putting ourselves back together, I thought to myself that I
would have fun telling Dad about this little encounter. I made a glib
comment about having to be discreet when Dad was around. Being less than
discreet, Marty grinned and said "That may not be much of a problem. I
have been trading blow jobs with him for quite some time now." Damn! And
he never told me!
* * * * * * * *
Dad's advice and wisdom was borne out in the days and weeks to come. Life
did not change in any drastic way just because we knew that we all were
avid cocksuckers, and that we played with the family. But our interactions
took on a new bond. For example, Don and I had been talking about going
into business together for some time, and we seemed to be getting closer to
that actuality as time went by.
One evening, we had met in a restaurant for dinner to have conversation
about the plans for the business. At one point, Don looked rather pensive
and when I asked him the reason, he paused for a long while before saying,
"Hey, my current boss, Lee, fucks me senseless about once a week, and I
love it. I am gonna miss that." I nudged him under the table and said
that I could fix that easily if he would permit me to do so. "But you have
never ever fucked me, not even once" Don teased. I smiled at him. He
grinned a wicked grin back to me. Within ten minutes we had checked into a
motel. "OK Ned, fuck me senseless. Like my Boss does." and that task was
easy. It was probably thirty minutes before I pulled out of his ass,
totally spent from a rough ride, deep and hard, with passion and purpose to
drill his brains out. I rolled over onto my back, spent. He leaned over,
kissed me, and said "Thanks Boss. I needed that. Nope, I am not gonna miss
Lee after all."
It might not have been once a week, but it was with great regularity after
that evening that I began plugging Don's hot ass. Before long, we had
rented the office quarters where we intended to open up business. We would
meet there and talk "business". On one rainy night when we were cozily
tucked up in the sofa bed we had placed there, I leaned over and straddled
Don's cock and made him fuck me too. He was ecstatic, and declared that we
were made to be "partners" in more ways than one. I could not have agreed
more.
* * * * * * * *
Though Don and I had a pretty regular schedule, it was obvious to both of
us that Dad was missing from our family get togethers. Both of us had
mentioned to Dad that we needed to get together for an oyster supper. He
always agreed but nothing happened. Then Dad came through with several
events that kept the three of us as tight together as possible. He was a
master at making events "happen".
The first event: Both Don and I received an email from Dad, telling us to
keep a certain week "open" so that we could be out of the office and away.
That was not difficult but we both wanted to know why and he was mysterious
about his reason. But he did want us, meaning Don and me, our wives and
kids, to have a Sunday meal with he and Mom. He said Mom had some plans to
announce, and though that sounded cool, how was that going to affect our
sex together? But Dad had it all worked out, and we should not have any
reason to worry about the details.
On Sunday, when we were all gathered, Mom had this excited look on her face
as she gathered us together for a "little announcement". Turns out, she
wanted to make plans to take the wives and kids to Florida to Disney for a
week and needed everyone's approval before booking the reservations. That
agreement was immediate, with only a flip comment of wondering what the
guys were going to do while they were gone? Dad smiled and said he might
have a business event that could include us, and not to worry about us guys.
It all sounded intriguing.
As it unfolded, Dad explained all in a confidential email. One of his
firm's clients was a luxury cruise company. They had an upcoming "cruise
to nowhere" out of Miami, an event where they were wooing their travel
agents and various suppliers and customers. They had offered a passage to
Dad's company, and he was the lucky one to take them up on it. He was
withholding all this cruise information until the women were all immersed
in the Disney plans before he announced this male-bonding event for us guys.
It went over pretty well with the women, with only a few wry comments about
a cruise to nowhere being something they would not want anyway.
We would be sailing out of Miami for three days out in the Caribbean, and
then three days to return, for a total of six days. I got an erection just
thinking about being holed up with Dad and Don for six days on a ship, with
no demands of any kind on us! It was almost a month away, and I lost about
a gallon of protein just in my jacking off sessions, thinking about the
good times to be had with Dad and Don.
* * * * * * * *
Sailing out of Miami, the three of us arrived on the evening prior to
sailing. The room clerk at the hotel seemed a bit up tight and
disconcerted that the three male adults were staying in one room, but
relaxed a bit when he learned we were "family". Once in the room, we
reverted to some basic animal instinct, with each of us hungrily working on
each other. Clothes simply disappeared as we got naked, and the breathing
was reaching a point of hyper ventilation, with such lustful desire. No
one was less anxious than the other, but Dad tried to calm it all down by
reminding us that we had a whole six days on the ship to do as we wanted.
That delicious idea only made us the more hungry as we sucked cock, licked
balls, deep kissed and held each other tightly.
Dad let out a blissful groan and asked if we could all cum together, and
without further planning, we stood in a circle and played with cock and
balls, and kissed and made out. When we were all close, Dad said, "OK, no
more hands" and as we stood together, kissing and making out, nuzzling,
licking, it happened, one after another, we came. Just shooting our manly
fluids over the cock and balls of each other, with no hands touching
anything. It was so highly erotic that the cum seemed ever flowing. When
we all stopped shooting and started breathing normally again, Dad rubbed
into our bodies, as we waited for him to do it, until it was totally
absorbed. Eah crotch was clean. Wet, but clean. We hit the showers and
cleaned up and Dad decreed no more activities until we were on the boat. It
seemed a waste of hard-ons, but we held off. Dad went to bed with me, but
during the night, he slipped into the other bed with Don. So far as I
knew, no sex happened during the night and we all woke with morning wood
the next morning. Dad's rules stayed in effect, however, and we did no more
sex play in the hotel.
Once we got to the ship, we were all impressed with theh luxurious nature
of the ship. We were shown to our cabin, which turned out to the ship's
only penthouse suite. Dad smiled knowingly as Don and I expressed our deep
surprise with the luxury of such treatment. Dad admitted that he had known
we would have the penthouse all along, but he wanted to surprise us with
it, and did not think the wives ought to know. We nodded in agreement. As
we were settling in, and unpacking our things, there was a knock at the
door, The caller was Tomas, who was assigned as our butler for the cruise.
Dad had known we would have a butler and he was full of surprises, and this
treatment was another special treat.
Tomas was, indeed, a treat. He was Estonian, roughly forty years old, and
adorned with attractive sandy hair with silver threads highlighting his
locks. He was quite handsome with a Clark Gable trim mustache, was
well-built and an abundance of hair curled out the top of his white shirt. He
wore black trousers that flattered his nicely rounded butt. Tomas was a
hunk! He gave us his pager to call him at any time while on the ship. He
told us to settle in and he would be back later to see if he could help us
in anyway. As soon as he left, the three of us were predicting just how
long it would be before we got his trousers off. It was destined to happen.
We were predicted to set sail within an hour, and Don and I went to explore
the ship while Dad stayed in the state room to catch a nap. The Captain's
Sail Party was due shortly after we set sail, the first official event of
the cruise. The ship was impressive with luxurious restaurants and bars, a
casino, and various entertainment centers. The staff seemed to all have
been hired for great looks and great bodies. Just to watch them was
entertainment unto itself. We sampled the fare at several bars, before
heading back to the room to wake Dad so as to not miss the champagne party
that would happen when we sailed.
We were quiet when we entered the darkened room, but there were
recognizable noises coming from the bedroom. Not snoring, but a familiar
sucking sound. Tomas the butler was lying back on the bed, his trousers at
his ankles as Dad was between his knees giving him oral service. Both of
them were startled when they became aware of our presence, but Dad simply
looked up, and saw us, and returned to his work. Tomas was mortified, but
it only took a few seconds to calm him down. Part of the calming process
was our attention to his balls, and his nipples as we joined right in on
the seduction of Tomas. He rewarded Dad very quickly with a mouthful of
sweet white, and as he pulled his trousers up, he had a barrage of
questions. His questions were easily answered by telling him that all
three of us were cocksuckers, which thrilled him no end. He smiled widely
as he announced that he was going to be the luckiest staff member on the
cruise. He also found it amusing that we satisfied each other. He said,
"Next time is my turn to do all of you, OK?" as he nodded to us and left
the room. He apparently did not yet know we were Dad and Son(s).
Dad smiled at us, "I beat you young studs by making the first conquest. And
I do want to encourage you to make your own conquests while on this cruise.
If you find someone that wants to be with all three of us, fantastic, but
if you find someone who wants just a one on one, take him on your own." Don
laughed and said, "There is no one that I would rather have sex with than
the two of you. But I will try." Dad smiled and said, "There are various
ways that oysters are served. Let's have some variety on this trip."
* * * * * *
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