Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2011 13:00:12 -0700
From: PSGreg <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: The Truck

The Truck
by Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net

It was summer and I'd just finished my first year of college. I'd learned a
lot that first year, mostly about myself. But I hadn't learned it all by
any stretch and I hadn't learned as much about self control as I should
have. Dumb.

My dad had agreed to let me live at home with him for the summer so I could
save some money for school. He's a good guy that way, always has been,
especially after mom left us. That was a hard time in my life and as I get
older I can see how it was a lot harder for him.

But we got through it and we were better men for it.

As I said, dad is damn good about helping me out and this summer was no
different. He'd put me on to some of his friends and sure enough, one of
them, a contractor named Bill, had given me a job. It wasn't much, mostly
grunt work and running errands but it paid well and kept me out of
trouble. Well, mostly.

See, about a week after I started working my dad came home in a brand new
white Ford F250 pick-up truck--the most beautiful truck I'd ever seen. It
had gray, real leather seats, special wheels, a five disc CD player, air
conditioning, satellite radio and a navigation system. Oh God, it was
beautiful! Driving a truck like that could give a man an orgasm and just
sitting in it could give him a hard-on. At least it did my dad. I could see
the bulge in his pants when he opened its door.

Like father like son.

"Pretty, isn't she?" dad said when he slid out of the seat. "I've wanted a
truck like this all my life and now," he rubbed at a little spot of dirt on
the paint, "I've got one. All mine."  I checked his crotch. There was a
damp spot and his hard dick was fairly obvious. That was one powerful
truck.

Lest you think my dad and I run around the house with hard dicks all the
time, we don't.  But I have seen my dad naked--in the locker room at the
golf course and at the community pool for example--and, like any
adolescent given half a chance, I've looked pretty closely at his
equipment. After a year of showering in the college gym and doing a lot of
comparison I'd have to say my dad is pretty average in the dick
department. The high end of average perhaps but still, average.

If it matters, so am I.

"Son?" he said, looking me squarely in the eye, "I can see what you're
thinking but this is my truck and you are not to touch it. Do you
understand? No one drives this truck but me and no one even sits in it
unless I'm there." He grinned and his tone softened. "Maybe someday, when I
get over it but not now. Okay?"

I nodded. What else could I do? But it was one fine truck and damned if I
couldn't hear it calling to me.

Things were good for a couple of days. Dad drove his old car to work and
kept that beautiful new machine in the garage, under a cover made
especially for it so it wouldn't get dusty. Then, on Friday afternoon, the
truck broke me.

Mr. Williams, my boss, was in a really good mood that day and gave all the
guys the afternoon off. I went home, took a quick shower and slipped into a
tee shirt and a pair of shorts, skipping the underwear and shoes. I went
into the kitchen, pretending to myself I wanted to get a Coke but really
looking at the key hooks by the back door. I knew, if it was there, the key
to that handsome machine in the garage, I wouldn't be able to stop myself.

It was there alright, bright, shiny and new.

I didn't even think about it. In a flash that key was in my hand and I was
in the garage, pealing that soft, smooth cover off what had become an
object of lust. I stripped myself naked and slowly eased across that soft,
smooth leather until I was behind the wheel.  At least I was smart enough
to know I couldn't drive it. No, dad would see that as a violation of
something he loved and I couldn't do that to him. So I just put the key in
the ignition and turned it on. Music I didn't know poured out of the CD
player and wrapped me up in itself.

I stayed there for most of an hour, feeling the energy of that truck, a
feeling that kept me right on the edge. Oh God I wanted to take that truck
out for a drive and I wanted to come, too.

But I didn't do either of those things and an hour later I was back in the
house, that handsome machine back under its soft cover, the key back on its
hook.

When dad came home from work he changed into jeans and a tee shirt and went
out to the garage. I knew he was going to do the very same thing I'd done:
just sit in that machine and feel the wonder of it. Maybe not naked like
I'd done but maybe he would.  That was one very powerful truck.

"Son?" He was back kind of quickly. "Can I see you for a minute? In the
den?" His voice took on a hard edge and I turned cold. "Now!"

He was sitting in the middle of the couch. "Why'd you do it?" His voice was
quiet, controlled. "Come over here and tell me. Why?"

I went and stood in front of him. I don't know why I said it. I really
don't and I knew at the time I shouldn't have. "Why'd I do what?"

That did it. But he didn't yell or anything like he usually did when he was
really upset.  He was very quiet and I had to strain to hear him. "Why'd
you do that," he repeated.  "Why did you violate my trust? Why did you do
that? I told you not to but you did anyway." His voice was still very low
but it was rising in tone. "Damn it! Did I raise you to be stupid? Did I
raise you to be a liar?

"What you did was stupid, little boy stupid, and if you're going to act
like a little boy then by God I'm going to punish you like a little boy."
He sat back on the couch. "Drop 'em Son. You're not so old I can't still
give you the spanking of your life!" He looked me in the eyes. "I said,
drop your pants. And if you know what's good for you you'll do it now."

"But dad, I'm twenty-one years old. You can't..."

"I'll give you exactly three seconds to drop those pants boy or I'll rip
them off your sorry ass myself." He shouted, "One... Two..."

I dropped my pants.

"Now get over here." He patted his knees. I bent over them but not fast
enough for him.  There was a stinging slap to my right butt cheek and I
collapsed on his knees. "I know," he said, moving his legs around under me,
"this is going to hurt but damn it, Son, you will learn to obey rules, my
rules." He slapped my butt again and I felt my dick slip down, between his
thighs. Something about it didn't feel right and with another slap I knew
what it was: I was getting a hard-on. My dad was slapping the hell out of
my ass and I was getting a hard-on!

Two more slaps to my butt and he noticed too. He closed his legs and flexed
his thigh muscles. "Well, well. I do believe the boy is beginning to enjoy
this, right Son?" he said in a changed voice He began rubbing my right
cheek, burnishing the sting, making it sharper. Making me sweat.

There were two more slaps, hard ones, and he flexed his thigh muscles
again. "Yeah, I can tell, you're liking this a lot. Now why would that be,
huh? You done this before?"

"No! No dad, honest. I don't know..."

He squeezed his legs together and it made my dick flex between them. He
pulled my butt cheeks apart and held them, looking down at them. Then he
spit and I felt his saliva hit me squarely on the ass-hole, making me jump.

"Well well now, isn't that interesting," he said, rubbing his spit around
on my hole. "The boy seems to like this, doesn't he." He spit again and
rubbed it until his finger slipped a little ways into me. I groaned. I
couldn't help it. It felt... I don't know how it felt but I wanted to push
back on it, take it into me.

He spit again and said, "Let's try this." He took his finger out and
replaced it with both his thumbs, prying my ass-hole open. "You had the
pleasure of a man up here, Son?" He pulled his thumbs further apart while
he pushed them deeper into me. "Well? Answer me, Son, and tell me the
truth. You ever had a man fillin' this hole?"

"N... no, Dad. I never..." I'd thought about it though. Not my dad
necessarily but somebody, a man, being in there. Making love to me. Maybe
Coach Bowers or Dr.  Williams.

He pushed his thumbs in deeper, forcing me to open wider. It surprised me
because it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt..."

"Ought to try it, Son. A man would know how to make you feel good here,
real good."  He pushed his thumbs in a little more and pulled them apart,
opening me wider. "I tell you what, Son. You ever decide you want to know
the pleasures a man can bring you, you just come to me. Okay? You just let
me know and I'll take care of you, show you what it's about. How good it
can feel."

He took his thumbs out of me and spit again. Then he pushed a finger slowly
into me and moved it around. Suddenly I felt like... I knew that I... "Oh
God, I'm going..."

I didn't even get it out before I came, my dick pushed down between his
legs, my dad's legs for God's sake and his finger in my ass, pressing on
something inside there and I kept coming and coming and I wanted to die but
I couldn't because it felt so good and besides he was going to kill me
anyway when this was over.

We were quiet for a time, me not even sure what had happened. Then he
slowly slipped his finger out of me and pushed me up so I was standing in
front of him again, my dick dribbling cum and slowly deflating. He spread
his legs and I could see the huge wet spot I'd made on his jeans.

After a long moment he looked up at me and said, "Two things just happened
here, Son, and I want to make sure you're clear as to what they were and
that they were separate things entirely." He patted the sofa beside
him. "First of all, this was to be punishment.  You betrayed my trust this
afternoon and that hurt me more than it made me mad. But it had to be
addressed."

"Oh, Dad," I blurted out, "I will never, ever, do that again. Never. I am
so sorry for what I did. Please, forgive me this one time and I promise
you, it'll never happen again." I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"I believe that, Son. I'm sorry that lesson had to be learned this way but
I'm glad it has been learned." He shifted on the couch so he could look
directly at me. "As for the rest of it, make of it what you will, but keep
in mind that I have never lied to you and I've never offered something I
didn't mean." He stood. "And now I think I need to go change my jeans."

When he had gone I picked up my shorts, got out my handkerchief and wiped
up the cum I had spilled on the rug and a spot or two on the couch cushion
he'd been sitting on.


Things didn't change much around the house after that. I did, but other
things didn't. At first I didn't want to think about what had happened that
afternoon at all. I knew I'd hurt him--stupidly--and his disappointment
in me hurt. But after a couple of days I realized that nothing about him
had changed, at least towards me. And that beautiful white truck was still
left in the garage, under its soft, cotton cover, and the shiny silver key
was still on the key rack. We went out to dinner a couple of times and we
always took that truck but he never offered to let me drive it. And I
wouldn't ask. Not on your life.

But I did think a lot about the other thing that happened that afternoon,
that thing that led up to me messing his jeans.

At first I just jacked off to it, thinking about how it felt. Then I began
to think about doing it, what he had seemed to be preparing me for. And
then, of course, I began to think about him doing it. Making love to me.

What had he said?

Ought to try it, Son.

See what pleasures a man can bring to you.

I'll take care of you, Son.

And:

I've never lied to you, Son.

It took a couple of weeks but I finally convinced myself to go into his
room and tell him... Tell him what? I wanted to sleep with him? Make love
with him? That I wanted, for God's sake, to get fucked? And I wanted him to
do it?

And did I really? Want to get fucked I mean. Yeah, I guessed I did. But
him? My own dad? Did I really want my own father to take me to bed, slap my
butt and fuck me?  The more I thought about it, the more I knew that's just
what I wanted.

So I stripped off my clothes, put on a pair of briefs because I was
embarrassed that I was already hard, went to his room and knocked on the
door.

"Yeah? Come on in."

He was in bed with just a sheet thrown over him. "Uh, Dad... well, I... I
want to..."

He smiled at me, a very kind and friendly smile. "Let's see now," he said,
"are you here because you want to learn something?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir. I want to know..."

His smile broadened. "You want to know the pleasure a man can bring you?"

I nodded again. "Yes, Sir. I want you to show me."

He threw back the sheet and sat up. "You've thought about this? You're
sure?"

I nearly broke out in tears. "Yes, Sir. I've thought and thought
and... Please?"

He got off the bed and pulled me into a hug. "I'm the man to teach you,
Son." He stood back, holding me at arms length and looked me up and
down. "Why the briefs, Son?"

"I... Well, I was already... you know..."

"Hard? You were already hard thinking about this?" He laughed. "That, Son,
is a complement to your father." He squatted down and pulled my briefs off,
tossing them on a chair. "There, that's better." He ran his fingers the
length of my dick and then pushed the foreskin back. "That's a very
handsome dick, Son. I'd be happy to see it, up or down, any time. Never be
embarrassed by it. In fact, with me, you must never be embarrassed by
anything. Nothing. And if you want something, to do something, ask for
it. I'll see you get it if I possibly can. And if I can't, I'll find you
someone who can. You understand me?"

I nodded. He stood and took me by the hand. "Have you cleaned yourself
out?"

I shook my head. I didn't have any idea what he was talking about and told
him so.

"What I'm talking about, Son, is cleaning yourself out so that the man
pleasuring you isn't put off by the sight or smell of shit." He hugged me
against him. "Come on, I'll show you."

He took me into his bathroom and pointed to a six inch silver nozzle at the
end of a hose attached to his shower. "You get the water temperature
right," he said, adjusting the valves, "and rub a little spit on the
nozzle." He held his hand up to my mouth. "Come on now, spit." I did and he
spread it over the nozzle which he then handed to me. "Slide this gently
into your ass, maybe three or four inches, turn the water on a little and
sit on the toilet.

I did what he said. The nozzle felt strange--but strangely
good--sliding into me and then I sat and turned on the water. He told me
to clamp my ass down on the nozzle and hold the water in as long as I
could. I did that and thought it felt strange too. Strange, but very good.

Dad was looking down at me as I tried to hold as much water in as I
could. He grinned at me and said, "You're liking this, aren't you Son?"

At that moment I had to let it go which felt... I can't describe it. It
felt good. "Yes Sir," I said, nodding. "I guess I am. Is that... okay?"

He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. "Yes, Son, it's okay. It means
that you maybe are a natural at this whole thing. Now do it again, two or
three times."

By the time I finished I was hard again. Dad smiled, took a towel and dried
me off. "That is one fine dick, son. Be very proud of it." He looked up at
me. "You ready for more?"  I nodded and he took me by the hand and lead me
back into the bedroom. "If you like this as much as I think you're going
to, we'll have one of those things installed in your bathroom."

We laid on his bed, side by side. "You in a hurry, son? Anxious to get to
the main event?"

I shook my head. "I... I'd sort of like to touch you, if I can. I mean,
I've never touched your... I mean..." I got all embarrassed and I guess I
turned kind of red.

He grinned at me and cryptically said, "How the hell did I miss this?" Then
he took my hand and put it on his dick, curling my fingers around it. It
immediately started to grow.  "That what you mean? You've never touched my
dick?" He moved my hand onto his balls. "Or my balls?" He reached over and
took my dick in his hand. "I guess that's true, isn't it. Well, from now
on, if you want to touch me--anywhere--you just go ahead and do it." He
looked in my eyes. "And I hope I'll be given the same privilege."

I nodded. "Yes Sir. Anywhere. Any time."

He leaned down and kissed me. "Now, about that pleasure a man can bring
you. To start with, you have to trust me, trust me absolutely. It may hurt
at first and you must tell me when it does and how much it does. The word
here is halt. Can you remember that? You say halt and everything stops,
okay? No matter what we're doing or how long we've been doing it, you say
that word and it stops. You understand?"

I nodded.

"This is more important than a simple nod. You must tell me you
understand."

"Yes Sir. If I say halt, everything stops. No matter what. Does the same go
for you?"

He smiled and kissed me again. "You are a good son, you know that? And yes,
it goes for me as well." Then he turned me onto my stomach, spread my ass
cheeks and kissed my hole. I had never felt anything like that and I guess
I moaned and asked for more. He licked over my hole a few times and I
thought I might come it felt so good. He forced some spit into me and then
rubbed some on the outside of the hole.

"You're very tight," he said quietly. Not like you were when..." He patted
my ass, ran his hand over the cheeks and I shivered. "Son? I want to try
something. You remember the word?"

I looked back at him. "Yes. What..."

He got up on his knees between my legs and slapped me on the ass, hard. He
did it again, twice. Then he pushed a finger into me, then two. I groaned
and whispered, "Yes."

"Well, I'll be damned," he said quietly.

I felt pressure against my hole and immediately knew what it was. I pressed
back on it and it pushed in, past the flair of it's head.

"More?" he asked, petting my ass.

"Yes. All of it," I said.

He slowly fed the rest of his dick into me. When his balls were against
mine and I could feel his wiry hair against my ass he sighed and laid
against me, supporting his weight on his arms. "Okay?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

He pulled back and pressed in again. "Can I start, Son?"

I nodded again. It felt so good that I couldn't speak. Then, after what
seemed to be no time at all I came. I guess he felt it in my ass because he
stopped moving. That's when I found my voice. "No, go on. Do it, Dad,
please?"

He began to move again, picking up speed. I started raising my hips to meet
his strokes, rubbing my dick in the slick cum on the sheets. Suddenly he
pushed deep into me and stopped moving. Then, "Damn! I went too far." He
started moving again, long, slow strokes, almost pulling out of me and then
pushing in as far as he could. I actually felt his dick expand and get
harder and I knew what was happening. Then I lost track of it because when
he fired his first shot into me I came again.

I don't know, it could have been seconds or hours later when Dad began
slowly pulling out of me. "Please, no," I begged. "Just stay for a
while. Please?"

He rolled us onto our sides, still connected. His hand slid down my belly
to my dick and found it slick and wet. "You too?" he asked quietly. "You
came?"

"Twice, I think. Or maybe three times, I'm not sure."

He chuckled. "Then I guess I don't have to ask if you liked it, do I?"

"No. I loved it. You?"

I couldn't see him but still, I knew he was smiling. "Yes Son, I liked it a
lot." His voice changed, took on a serious tone. "I think perhaps I liked
it better than I ever have in my life."

We dozed for a little while, his arms wrapped around me and his dick still
inside me.  Then I became aware of his dick swelling in me, getting hard. I
pushed back on him and he pushed forward.

"You okay, son? Not sore or anything?"

"No, dad. Can we do it again?"

He laughed, patted my ass, kissed the back of my neck and said, "Yes."

It was as good as the first time but it took longer which made it
better. It took long enough to make me to come three times.

Then we slept. When we woke the sun was up and, frankly, I was starved. We
got up, watched each other pee in the bathroom and I went back to my room
to put something on.  Then I went into the kitchen and made coffee. Dad
came in and made scrambled eggs, toast and fried some potato things he
found in the freezer.

We sat down and watched each other eat for a while before Dad said, "Well,
what do you think?"

I thought for a moment and threw caution to the winds. "I think I learned
something about each of us."

"You want to tell me about any of it?"

"Well, Dad, about me I learned two, no three, things. I learned that I
absolutely love sex.  I had orgasms last night that I've never even dreamed
of."

"And?"

I ducked my head, afraid of looking him in the eye. "I learned that I love
you. I mean, I've always loved you as my dad but... well, last night I
learned that I'm in love with you."

"And you can't look at me because that scares you."

How does he know these things?

"Why does it scare you? You think I won't... won't like it? Or that I'll
think it's silly?"  I looked up and nodded. "I'm afraid that you'll think
it's adolescent and something that will quickly pass."

He got up from his place and came around the table. "Stand up, please."
When I did he folded me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth for a long
time. Then he took my hand and put it on his cock. It was hard. "I couldn't
do that for an adolescent passing fancy." He pulled out my chair and
indicated that I was to sit. Then he went back to his chair. "And what did
you learn about me?"

I picked up the coffee pot and poured some in each of our cups.

"You don't have to say if you don't want to," dad said.

"No, I... I don't know. I learned that you've done this--what we
did--before, maybe a lot. I learned that you're very good at it, at least
for me." I looked up and looked him in the eye. "I learned that you are a
very kind and caring man, more so than I ever gave you credit for."

We finished our breakfast in silence, giving each of us time to think about
what I'd said.  When we were finished and putting the dishes in the
dishwasher he said, "Do you want this... this new aspect to our
relationship to go on?"

"Yes, very much."

He dried his hands and locked eyes with me. "So do I. For as long as you
want it. And me. Will you move into my room? Sleep with me?"

I guess the grin that broke out on my face gave him his answer because he
pulled me into his arms and kissed me. For a long time.

That afternoon we changed the sheets on his bed and I moved some of my
clothes into his closet. I also moved my bathroom gear into his bathroom.

That evening we forced ourselves to watch the news on TV before we went to
bed but neither of us was paying any attention to it. Before it was over I
excused myself and went to clean myself out. When I went back to the den it
was obvious that he knew what I'd been doing. He had a hard-on.

In bed he said, "Let's try something a little different. You ever had a
blowjob? Or given one?"

I shook my head. I knew what a blowjob was, of course, and I'd thought a
lot about them but I'd never experienced one, either way.

"Well, well, another virgin area," he laughed. "Sit up against the
headboard and spread your legs." When I did, he crawled up and took my dick
in his hand, examining it. "This sure is a handsome thing, Son. Let's see
what it tastes like." He went down on it, pushing the foreskin back with
his lips and moving his tongue around the head. I thought I was going to
fly off the bed.

He wouldn't let me come but kept me on the edge of it for quite a
while. Then he lifted his head off my dick and said, "You want to blow your
nuts or you want to blow me?" I opted for him.

It was another, nearly overwhelming experience taking my dad's dick in my
mouth. It was big, smooth and fit perfectly. It was salty, it was musky, it
was even a little bit sweet but most of all it was him. Fortunately I was
lying on a small towel he'd put down because I came when he did.

We cuddled for a bit and he got to playing with my ass cheeks, patting and
rubbing them.  Then he rolled me over and went at me with his tongue. "My
God you're tight, son," he said, trying to push his finger into me. He was
silent for a while, thinking and then he slapped me across my butt. He did
this three or four times before saying, "That's the way, Son. That's the
way." Then he was slowly pushing his dick into me, all the way, without
stopping. It was wonderful.

The next weekend, on Saturday morning, we were snuggling in bed, enjoying
the closeness that often came after making love. I asked him if he'd ever
felt the pleasure of a man.

"You mean like you feel it? When I'm in you?" I nodded. "No." He moved up
on the bed, sitting against a pillow, and pulled me up next to him. "I
tried it only once and after going in the man was covered with blood. I
have these things that grow in there, right around the opening and they're
very delicate and burst easily. There's no point in removing them because
they just grow back. Pretty fast. So no, I've never experienced it." He was
silent for a few moments, thinking and fondling my hard dick. Then he said,
"Is this by way of saying you'd like to see what it's like? Doing it the
other way?"

"I suppose. But it isn't important."

He thought for a long time. Then he turned to me and said, "Son?
Does... does what it takes to get you to open up, you know," he reached
around me and patted one of my ass cheeks, "does that bother you?"

I had no idea what he was getting at. "No, as long as it doesn't bother
you. Why?"

He looked at me and put his hand gently against my cheek. "Would it bother
you if someone else knew about it?"

"Who?"

"Okay, here's the deal. You once said that you learned things about both of
us that first time and one of them was that I've done this before. 'Maybe a
lot,' I think you said. Well, I have done it before and I have done it a
lot. Remember what I told you that night? That I would give you anything
you wanted and if I couldn't I'd find someone who could?"

Of course I remembered. His every word that night was seared into my
brain. I nodded.

"Well, the man who could give you that experience would want to do it to
you, too. And he'll never, ever get in there without a few good swats to
your ass."

I thought for a moment. The idea of trying it the other way, of being
inside another man, was taking on more importance than I'd expected it
to. "Who is this man?"

"Your uncle Dan."

That caused me to sit up. Uncle Dan was, in my eyes, a very handsome and
friendly guy.  "How do you know he'd... well, that he'd let me?"

Dad sighed. "Because I've been doing it to him for years, ever since he was
a little older than you are now. See, we have an agreement, one that you
and I are going to need to have as well. I've been trying to find the right
time to bring it up."

This was getting complicated. "What sort of agreement?"

Dad seemed to sit just a little taller. "The agreement is, neither of us
ever has unprotected sex with anyone other than each other. That way we can
dispense with condoms and just do it the way we want. The agreement ends if
either of us ever breaks it. Then we go to condoms."

I thought for a moment. "But we, you and I, have unprotected sex. Haven't
you broken the agreement already?"

"Technically I guess I have. But remember, you told me you'd never had a
man inside you and you'd never been inside a man. So that meant you were
safe and, since I've not had sex with anyone but Dan in years, I was
safe. And I trust Dan's honesty and I believe you can as well. I also think
you can trust him with what it takes to get you to open up."

I nodded. I really liked my Uncle Dan and besides, if he'd let me inside
him I'd do just about anything to get there. Just thinking about it made me
hard and Dad noticed.

"Looks like you want me to call him."

I rolled over on my belly and put the little towel under my dick. "I want
you to open me up again and come into me again. Then you can call him."

Dad laughed. "I don't know how I keep up with you but somehow..." He flexed
his hard dick and slowly slid it into my mouth. "Make it very wet." Then he
crawled in between my legs and slapped my ass a few times, rubbing in the
sting. It was so easy when he came into me, one slow push until I had all
of him and could feel his balls on mine. That never failed to turn me on
even more.

That afternoon he called Uncle Dan and asked him to come over the next
afternoon.

A little later we took a ride in dad's new truck. We weren't going anywhere
in particular, we were just enjoying being in that beautiful white machine
together. After a little while Dad turned down the CD player and said, "Do
you feel any different about me? I mean, now that we're... well, now that
we're sleeping together and everything, do you feel different about me?"

I thought for a few moments and then turned to look at him. "I don't really
know, Dad. I still think of you as my dad but you're my lover too." I
laughed. "And a heck of a good lover. But there, see? You're still my dad
and I can't swear around you."

He chuckled. "I guess something took after all. But you're twenty-one and
you'll soon be twenty-two. I suppose it's time you could use the occasional
damn or hell." Other guys do.

I shook my head. "Oh, I use those words freely enough at school or at
work. Just not around you. Because you're my dad and you don't swear around
your dad. But I can do things with my dad that I guess most other guys
can't. I can kiss you on the mouth, I can give you a blow-job and I can
play with your balls. Best of all, I can take you inside me.  With that I
can actually feel how much you love me."

"Yes," he said. "I do love you, and not the way most fathers love their
sons. I don't know how to say it but I feel it." He reached over and took
my hand. When he put it in his crotch he smiled. "Now you can feel it,
too."

"You sure that isn't just the truck? This thing's a powerful aphrodisiac."
I took his hand off the wheel and put it on the hard dick in my crotch.

He slowed and pulled off to the side of the road. When we were stopped he
turned to me and smiled. "Okay Son, you have a choice to make here. You can
drive this beautiful machine or we can go home and fuck. You can't do both
because if we're going to go home and fuck you'll be too anxious to drive
properly. So which is it?"

Much as I wanted to drive that truck, I wanted more to go home and make
love with my dad. "No contest, Dad. I want to go home and... well, and make
love."

He leaned over and kissed me. Then he took my hand out of his crotch and
put it in my own. "And keep your hands to yourself. Well, at least until we
get home, okay?" He put the truck in gear, checked the mirrors and made a
fast U turn.

On the way home he said, "You'll notice that I used the word fuck. The way
I used it, it isn't a swear word. Anything that describes something as
beautiful as what we do can't be a swear word. Now when used negatively,
like fuck off or fuck you, it is a swear word and I'd rather not hear it
come out of your mouth that way. But if you said 'Dad, fuck me,' I'd
probably melt." He laughed. "And then I'd do it."

We had an awfully good time when we got home.

The next morning dad woke me with a blow-job but when I tried to return the
favor he shook his head. "I'm saving it for this afternoon," he said. "With
the two of you I'm going to need all I have."

"But you just did it to me. Don't I need..."

He laughed. "Son? It seems like you can come ten times a day and still want
more. No you don't need to save it up. In fact, I also plan to do that to
you again, before Dan gets here. Otherwise when we get into it with Dan
you'll pop way too fast the first couple of times."

He did, too. And it was wonderful.

I answered the door when Uncle Dan knocked and he seemed surprised to see
me there.  "I thought, uh, that you were out or something."

I laughed. "No, you got me too. Come on in."

We went into the kitchen where dad was making coffee. When the greetings
and hugs were over Dan said, "I was surprised to see the boy here. I guess
I thought he'd be away or something."

Dad handed Dan his coffee. "No, he's here because he needs a little favor
from you, right Son?"

I nodded and smiled at him.

"What sort of favor?"

"Well Dan," dad said, " a couple of things have changed around here. First
of all, he's aware of us and what we do. And second, he and I are doing it
too."

Dan looked back and forth between us with a confused expression on his
face. "When...  when did that start?"

"Three or four weeks ago," dad said, looking at me. I nodded. "But you need
to know, I'm the first, and thus far only, man he's ever been with and he's
never been with a woman. Our agreement is intact."

"Okay," Dan said, turning to me. "So what's this favor you... Oh, of
course! But you tell me, boy. What favor do you want from me?"

I suppose I blushed and I was a little tongue tied but I managed to get it
out. "Uncle Dan, I want to find out what it's like the other way. He," I
nodded at my dad, "he can't do that for me and he thought maybe you would."

Dan turned to dad. "You thought the boy could learn to fuck from me?" He
turned back to me and smiled. "And what do I get out of this, boy? Do I
maybe get to fuck you back?"

"Turnabout is fair..." Dad started to say.

"No, let the boy answer. I want to hear it from him."

Dad looked over at me and smiled. "Tell him, Son."

I looked Uncle Dan in the eye. "Yes, Sir. I would be happy if you wanted to
be inside me.  And I would be forever grateful if you would let me inside
you."

Uncle Dan burst out laughing. "You're twenty-one years old and he still
won't let you say fuck?"

I laughed too. "No, it's not that. I can say it around him when I mean
making love or having sex, just not the other. So to be clear, Uncle Dan, I
want to find out what it feels like to fuck a man and if you'll help me
find out, I'd be very happy if you'd fuck me back."

Dad laughed. "Can't be much clearer than that, can he Dan? You game?"

Uncle Dan just looked back and forth between us. "Where?"

We went to dad's room.

We stood by the bed and undressed. When Uncle Dan noticed I had turned my
back he said to my dad, "What's with the boy?"

"Nothing," dad said, "he's probably embarrassed because he's already
hard. Right Son?"

I took a deep breath and turned to face them. "I guess."

Uncle Dan reached out and stroked my dick a couple of times. "Well, don't
be," he said.  "That is one pretty dick, almost as pretty as your dad's."

Uncle Dan wasn't hard yet but he was slowly getting there. His dick was
just like dad's and mine, about the same size and shape but with a longer
foreskin than either of us had.  His head was tucked completely inside it.

"Okay boy. I trust your dad has shown you about cleaning yourself out so
let's get to it."  We went into the bathroom and he turned on the water and
adjusted the temperature.  Then he spit on the nozzle and handed it to
me. After I had filled myself four times, until I knew I was clean, I
flushed the toilet and stood. Uncle Dan bent me over the sink, spread my
cheeks and gently wiped the water away. "My God you are the tight one," he
said, rubbing his finger on my hole. "How'd you ever get that nozzle up
there?"

He took his turn and while he was cleaning himself he said, "I admire you,
boy. It was three or four years before I could do this with someone else in
the room, even your dad.  But you, you just came in and got to it."

"That's because I know you do it too. Besides, it feels kind of good."

"I know," he said. "Once in a while I do it just for the feeling of it,
even if nobody is going to be going in there. It does feel good."

Back in the bedroom all three of us stretched out on the bed, me in the
middle. "You know," Uncle Dan said to dad, "I think the boy ought to be
first."

Dad smiled. "I agree. For one thing he's the most anxious one of us."

Uncle Dan laughed. "Yeah and he's the only one who's been hard since we
took off our clothes. Even in the bathroom, cleaning himself out, he stayed
hard." He raised up a little and looked at dad. "You going to get me
started?"

Dad smiled. "No, I think the man who's going to fuck you should be the one
to do that.  Just tell him what you need."

Uncle Dan turned and looked at me. "Well, boy, before you can get in me you
need to, I don't know, kind of prime me. You do that by playing with my
nipples for a bit. You know, lick, suck, touch them, maybe squeeze them
some. But gently at first, very gently.  Okay?"

I turned onto my stomach and nodded. I noticed this nipples were standing
up, already stiff. I reached out and gently ran my finger over one of
them. He quietly groaned. Then I licked it and he groaned louder. Then I
took it between my lips and reached over to stroke the other one.

"Yes, boy. You got the touch. Let me feel your teeth."

I pushed the nipple against my teeth with my tongue. He sucked in his
breath and put his hand on the back of my head. I pushed his nipple harder
against my teeth and he pushed my head down against him. After a minute or
two I kind of nipped at the nipple and he arched his back forcing me
tighter against his chest and groaned out a horse "Oh, yes boy. That's it."

After a short time of this he lifted my head off his chest and said, "I'm
ready for you, boy." He put my hand on his very hard dick. "See how ready?
How do you want me?"  Dad spoke up. "I think the first time should be on
your knees Dan, with him behind you."  Uncle Dan looked at me. "That okay
with you?"

I nodded.

We moved around until he was on his arms and knees and dad steered me
around behind him. I pulled his cheeks apart and looked at his hole. It
looked very small but when I ran my finger across it, it felt loose, like
maybe I could get in there anyway. I bent down and licked it a couple of
times which made him groan again.

"He's ready," dad said, standing behind me with his hands on my
shoulders. "Go for it."

I did and my dick just slid into him, the way dad's does in me. By the time
he had all of me inside him I thought I was going to explode so I stopped
and just let the feelings wash over me.

"Do it, boy." It was Uncle Dan and he sounded like he was pleading.

I slid out until just the head was inside him and then pushed back in,
until he had it all again. Then I did it again. I couldn't get over how
good it felt, my dick sliding in and out of that warm, slick place. No
wonder dad liked doing it so much. It felt wonderful.  I did it for as long
as I could--which was maybe five minutes--doing it slowly, pushing in
all the way and then pulling back until only the head was in him. I tried
to hold off my orgasm as much as I could because it felt so good just doing
it. I could tell that he was liking it too, by the noises he made, by the
way he squeezed down on my dick and by the way he followed me when I pulled
back, like he didn't want any of it to get away. I did those things all the
time when dad was in me.

But then I couldn't delay it anymore and my whole body just exploded into
him. I kept moving for a little while because that just made it better and
last longer. When I pulled out Uncle Dan said, "That was quite a load you
gave me there, boy. Enough to lube me for a week."

Dad moved up to him, patted him on the ass and said, "May I, Dan?"

Uncle Dan looked back at him and said, "Yes, please."

I watched dad slide into him. He turned to me and grinned. "Now you know
what it feels like and why I like doing it so much."

I Pushed a pillow under Uncle Dan and slipped in and put my head on it. I
could just bend up and take one of his nipples in my mouth. I put my
fingers on the other one and I squeezed and licked them.

"Oh my God, boy what're you doing?" He moaned and talked a lot of gibberish
before I heard dad groan and knew he was coming.

Afterward we stretched out on the bed, Uncle Dan between dad and
me. "That's the first time I've ever had two men in me," Uncle Dan said,
"one right after the other. And one of them playing with my nipples. It was
all I could do, not to come all over the bed."  I reached over and took his
dick, which was still hard, in my hand but he gently removed it and put it
on his balls. "That thing is for you, boy but not for your hand. Play with
those if you want to play with something." He turned his head and kissed
me. Then he turned the other way and kissed dad.

While I played with his balls I got to thinking about what he was going to
do with what they made. The more I thought the more my dick filled out
until it was standing-up hard.  "You about ready, boy? Looks like it." He
sat up and looked at me. Then he turned to dad and said, "Anything I should
do to get him started?"

Dad smiled. "I think you should ask him that question."

Uncle Dan turned to me. "Is there anything you need to get you started?
Like I need my nipples played with?"

I nodded, trying to figure out how to say it. "I... uh, I like my
ass... you know, kind of slapped. Four or five times."

He rolled me up on my side and patted my ass. "Like that?"

"No, harder."

I couldn't see but I guess he turned to my dad because my dad said, "Enough
to sting a little. And he likes the sting rubbed in. It opens him up."

"Get up on your arms and knees, boy. Like I was. Let me look at that
handsome little ass of yours."

I did. He pulled the cheeks apart so he could see my hole and then touched
it. "That is one tight entrance," he said. "Will it really open up enough
to let me in without hurting the boy?"

"You'll see," dad said. "Just put a little lube on it and slap his ass."
He didn't use lube, he licked over it a couple of times. Then he slapped me
kind of lightly, once on each cheek.

"No, no," my dad said, "hard. And then rub the sting in."

He did. Hard. On each side. And then he lightly rubbed where he had
slapped. Then he did it again. I felt myself opening up for him.

"Careful Dan," my dad said. "You go too far and he comes. One more should
do it."

He slapped me again and while he was rubbing it in I knew I was as loose as
I'd ever been. And dad was right. Two more and I'd probably come.

"You okay, boy?" Uncle Dan said.

"Yes. Please, come into me. Please?"

He got on the bed behind me and I felt his dick at my entrance. I pushed
back and took it all. It felt so good.

Uncle Dan leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck. "You were ready,
weren't you, boy? Took the whole thing without a flinch." He held me at my
hips and pushed in hard.

I came. It just felt so good and I'd wanted it so bad, I couldn't stop it.

"You just came, didn't you, boy? I could feel it, clear back here." He
pulled back and pushed in a couple of times. "You okay with this, boy or
you want to wait a bit?"

"Oh please don't stop, Uncle Dan. Don't stop." I pushed back and then
clamped down on him."

"Then it's yours, boy. All of it." He started, slowly pulling out and then
pushing right back in.

Dad wiped up the cum and wriggled under me. "I want to see," he said.

When he got where he wanted I was looking directly down at his dick which
was slowly stretching out, about to lift a little way off his abdomen.

"You like watching that?" Uncle Dan asked. "Watching your brother's dick
sliding in and out of your son?"

Dad didn't say anything but his dick told me yes, he was liking it. I
thought about sucking on it but went for his balls instead, in case he
wanted to use it. I hoped he would.  I started squeezing down on Uncle
Don's dick when he pulled back. It made him groan.  Then he started pushing
into me as deep and as hard as he could. I knew it was going to make me
come again and I let dad's balls slip out of my mouth and groaned
loudly. Then, just as I started to come, I felt dad's mouth on my
dick. After the third or fourth shot he began tonguing my dick with the
same rhythm as Uncle Dan's stroking in my ass. He somehow managed to pull
my foreskin up so his tongue was between it and the underside where it's
attached. That made the orgasm just go on and on and on. It got weaker but
I was still feeling it when I felt Uncle Dan come.

When Uncle Dan let himself fall out of me, Dad let go of my dick. I went
down on him, getting him as far into my throat as I could and then pulled
off, leaving his dick coated with saliva.

He didn't even say anything, he just wriggled out from under me, went
around and slowly pushed his dick into me. Uncle Dan wiped down his dick
with one of the damp towels. "I want to see this," he said, working himself
into the same place my dad had been. "It's beautiful," he said, "your dad,
my brother, sliding his big dick in and out of his son. Beautiful." He took
my dick in his mouth and gently sucked on it. I came again before dad was
finished.

After, we stretched out on the bed again, Uncle Dan between dad and me. We
didn't talk much, we just touched a lot and enjoyed the closeness. Uncle
Dan even began to doze.  I got to thinking, dad had come twice but Uncle
Dan had only gotten off once. I didn't think that was fair so I moved down
and took his dick in my mouth. He groaned and said, "What are you doing,
boy?"

I pulled off of him. "Well I figure you only got off once and that's not
fair seeing as how dad got off twice."

"Yeah, and you about a zillion times. But that's very sweet of you to think
about that."  He moved his head so he was looking at dad. "You've raised a
very thoughtful boy here.  You ought to be proud."

"I am," dad said, "very proud." Then he looked up at me. "Can I have his
balls, Son?"  "Sure," I said and moved a little so he'd have more room to
play with them. I went back down on Uncle Dan. After ten minutes or so dad
and I switched. Uncle Dan's balls are very big, so big I couldn't get both
of them in my mouth at once. But that was okay because what he really,
really liked was for me to kind of nip at the sack, not a real bite but
enough to feel.

After a short time dad pulled off Uncle Dan's dick and said, "He's going to
come. You want it?" I nodded and he pointed it at me. I could see that it
was quivering a little so I went down on it and as I pushed his foreskin
back he started to unload in my mouth. His cum was slightly sweet and not
as thick as dad's or mine. He came for a long time.  We laid on the bed,
kissing and touching for another half hour before Uncle Dan got up and went
to the bathroom. When he came back he started to dress.

"Hey," dad said, "you leaving? I was going to take you guys out to dinner."

"Yeah. Sorry but I've got one hell of a week coming up at work and if I
stay with you two I'll stay all night and then feel like hell tomorrow. I'd
love to go to dinner with you but no, I don't think I should." He buttoned
his shirt in silence but when he sat down to put his shoes on he looked up
and said, "I sure would like to be invited over here next weekend."

Dad laughed. "I think you'd be welcome any time you could get here, weekend
or not.  Right Son?"

I got off the bed and went over to where Uncle Dan was sitting and stood in
front of him.  "Yeah, please come back." He was looking at my dick and it
knew it. It began to rise, to look its best. He leaned out and kissed it,
right on the head, then he looked up at me.  "Thank you for that, boy. Your
dad did one hell of a good job raising you. You should thank him for it. As
for me, yes, boy, I'll be here Friday afternoon and, if you want, I'll stay
until Monday morning. Okay?"

I nodded and then leaned down and kissed him.

Uncle Dan stood up and went over to the bed and kissed my dad. "See you
Friday. Take care of him until then, will you? You got a gem there." He
kissed him again and left.

I got back on the bed and snuggled up to my dad. I ran my hand over his
belly and into his pubic hair. His dick was standing straight up. "You
horny?" I asked.

He sighed. "I guess I'm always horny when I'm near you and we're naked. But
no, I don't want to do anything about it just yet. Being horny sometimes
feels good just by itself." He thought for a moment. "But you can play with
it if you want. That always feels good too,"

We were quiet for a while, me playing with his balls and feeling his dick,
he just holding on to my dick. Then he turned and smiled. "So what do you
think about your Uncle Dan now?"

"He's one neat guy. I don't know if he knows anything at work but he sure
knows sex."

Dad chuckled. "He's always been precocious in that area. Just like you. But
you like him okay? You like it when he plays with us?"

There was more going on here than met the eye. "Dad? Can I ask you
something? You love Uncle Dan, don't you? I mean like you love me."

He sighed. "I guess you are asking me if we, he and I, are lovers. The
answer of course is yes. I guess it's obvious, isn't it?"

"Not really. I mean, I never noticed before this afternoon. How'd you
start?"

"Let's see... It was about a year after your mother left so you were around
seven. Dan was just out of college, starting his first job. I was a not too
bright stock broker trainee who was a mess and probably wasn't going to
make it. One night Dan arranged for you to stay at your Aunt Linda's for
the night and he took me out for dinner. I was very depressed then and he
was trying to cheer me up. Well, not exactly cheer me up. He was trying to
help me out of the black pit I was drowning in. Anyway, we got a little
drunk and when we got home he decided to stay with me. We got into bed and
I started crying."  Dad turned to me and smiled a sad smile.

"I was very depressed, Son. Very depressed. Dan tried to comfort me but
nothing he said did any good. Until he whispered in my ear, 'I'll suck your
cock if you'll stop crying.'  Something about those words hit me very
hard. Here was my brother who thought so much of me that he'd actually suck
my cock to help me. I thought, what man would do that for another man? For
me! A man who loved me, that's who. A man who loved me so much he'd
actually do that." Dad's smile brightened.

"So I stopped crying. Dan dried my eyes and cheeks, smiled and said,
'Greater love hath no man,' and threw the cover back. He turned around in
the bed, took hold of my dick and studied it for a long time, playing with
it until it gave in and got hard. Then he took a breath and went down on
it. The pleasure he brought me was great and it seemed to cut through the
blanket that was suffocating my brain. I hadn't had sex or even jacked off
since your mother had left, not even a wet dream so my balls were ready and
I had the best and longest orgasm I'd ever had." He laughed, this time with
real amusement.

His dick had gone soft while he'd talked but it started to fill again. "Did
you do him back?" I asked.

"Not that night. My brain needed time to clear out the fog so it put me to
sleep almost immediately. When I woke, some ten hours later, Dan was
sitting in the chair, pretending to read but really keeping an eye on
me. When he saw my eyes open he got up and came over to the bed and asked
me how I felt. The sound of his voice made it all come tumbling back to me,
what he'd done for me, how much he must love me. I told him to get his
pants off and get back in the bed. That's when I did him back. And he liked
it as much as I had."

"And that started it?" His dick was very hard now.

"Yes. And started is the correct word. That night and morning was the very
first time either of us had given or gotten a blow job. And we both liked
it. We never did get breakfast, we played around until I had to go to Aunt
Linda's and pick you up. It wasn't until a couple of months later that we
tried fucking and that was a disaster. A month or two after that Dan wanted
to try it again but with me going into him. That didn't work either until
we found his so-called 'primer.' Then he loved it and we did it as often as
we could."

I moved down, between his legs where I could lick his balls and his dick.
"So why didn't he live with us? I mean, if you were lovers."

Dad shivered. "Keep that up Son, and I'm going to lose track of my story.
Anyway, Dan was getting started as an accountant and it took a lot of his
time. I was working for a branch manager who had fired a broker because he
lived with another man. We couldn't take the chance. Take it in your mouth,
will you? Just the head. That feels so good! And I suppose we adapted to
not living together. Besides, he has friends I don't know and I have
friends he doesn't know. It just became easier this way."

I looked up at him. "Do you guys have sex with other guys? I mean with
condoms and stuff?" I took his dick back in my mouth.

"I guess we used to. I haven't for years but I think he does sometimes.
There are a couple of guys in his building who like to blow him and a
couple that he blows. I don't think he fucks at all except for me. Well,
and now you. Can you work your tongue under my foreskin? Oh yeah, like
that. That's wonderful."

We were silent for a while, until I'd brought him fairly close to the brink
of coming. Then I asked, "Am I going to be a problem? For you and Uncle
Dan?"

He smiled. "I don't think so, not if you like him and like it when he plays
with us. Now if you don't mind, please take me over. I'm hungry--for
actual food--and if I go out in this state I'm going to come in my pants
at some point."

I did as he asked.

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