Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:10:17 -0600
From: FD Campbell <peterbilt222@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stud Twins (revised)
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Stud Twins
(Revised)
My divorce was final. My ex had moved to the East Coast with her
new lover and somehow had managed to take our teenage son with her. I was
still dazed and confused how the court had made that happen. He was at the
age, I thought, where he needed a father more than a mother. The house was
being sold and I was moving into a two-story place on Elm Street. It was
too big for one but I was reasonably sure, and hopeful, that Travis would
be moving back with me late in the summer to go to school for his senior
year and if he did I needed a place for us besides the little cramped
apartment that I'd moved into when my wife and I split up.
Elm Street is where I made the acquaintance of the Hart twins,
Darin and David. I met them the day I moved in. They made themselves
known to me. The two boys I watched coming across the street were not the
same boys when they got up close. They were wearing ragged cut-off jeans
and T-shirts whacked off about up to their pecs, revealing abs that looked
like stacks of bricks and thighs that could move a tank, their muscular
bodies belying their youthful, innocent looks that I saw when they were up
close.
"Need some help?" one of them asked.
"Well, I wouldn't turn down help on a hot day like this," I said.
I was surprised to hear the deep, mature voice come out of the boy's mouth.
"I'm Darin Hart. This is my brother, David. We live next door."
I glanced across the street where they had come from.
"Oh, we were across the street shooting hoop with the neighbor
kid," David explained.
"Dell Brady," I said, putting my hand out. Their muscles danced
and bulged when we shook hands and I wondered how old they were. It was
hard to tell; their eyes and their voices and their muscular bodies didn't
match up.
"Where do you want us, Mr. Brady?" Darin asked.
If I told them where I wanted them they might have run home in
fright. Instead I told them what they could do to help and they set right
to unloading the van. I was impressed. They worked like two men, lifting
stuff out of the truck by themselves that I thought should have taken both
of them to pick up. Their shirts were soon soaked with sweat and clinging
to their muscles. Watching them, my curiosity got the best of me.
"I'm guessing you guys are pretty much the same age, but how old
are you?"
They had separated several times and now I didn't know which was
which. One of them laughed and said, "Actually, I'm older than Darin by
two minutes. We're going to be eighteen in a couple of weeks."
"No, actually, his birthday is one day ahead of mine. He was born
at one minute till midnight and I came out one minute after midnight, the
next day. But they fudged and made us on the same day."
I blinked, taken aback and visibly surprised. "Whew! I haven't
seen many eighteen-year-olds that look like you do," I said.
"Thanks. We hear that quite a bit. We both lift weights," David
said.
"Obviously, from the looks of you, and by the way you
handle the stuff of the truck," I said.
"It's nothing, really," David said.
"It's a lot to me. I appreciate the help."
"Is your family joining you?" Darin asked.
"Actually, I'm moving in alone," I said. "My son is living with
his mother. He'll be moving here late in the summer to go to school."
"What grade?" Darin asked.
"How old is he?" asked David.
"He'll be a freshman in college."
"We'll be anxious to meet him."
"Yeah, if he'll have anything to do with high schoolers,"
Darin said.
"Don't tell him you're still in high school. He'll never know by
looking at you," I said.
"We're in about the opposite situation than you and your
son," Darin said. "Our dad works overseas; we only see him a few times a
year."
"That must be tough on all of you," I said.
"We have a great time when he's home," said David.
"Do you guys want something cold to drink?" I asked.
"Sure, thanks."
I led them inside the back porch where I had a cooler with beer and
water and pop iced down till the refrigerator was carried in and cooled
down. Once inside, it struck me that I shouldn't be inviting them inside,
but it was too late; I couldn't tell them to go wait outside. Besides, it
was just the porch. I got myself a beer and told them to help themselves.
I wasn't paying any attention, assuming they would get a can of pop, but as
I was unfolding the lawn chairs I saw that they had gotten themselves a
beer instead. They were quick on the trigger, too, had the tabs pulled off
and guzzling the stuff before I could say anything.
"Whoa, guys. You're not supposed to be drinking that," I said.
"Why not, we did a man's work, didn't we?" David said.
He had me there. "I can't deny that, but...."
"Its not like we're going to be driving," Darin said. "We
live right next door."
My only argument was the law and the fact that I was a new
guy in the neighborhood who had a couple of underage studs guzzling beer on
my back porch, but I didn't voice the argument. It wasn't worth the
effort. I wasn't going to take their beer away from them
"What's your mother going to say, you guys over here drinking beer
with a stranger?" I said. "Remind me to give you some mints before you go
home. I don't want her to smell beer on your breath."
"Our mother died when we were ten," David said,
matter-of-factly. "Our aunt lives here with us. And our uncle is
who-knows-where. We're pretty much all she's got so she lets us pretty
much do what we please."
As I said, I didn't have any argument except the law and
somehow it didn't matter in the face of their logic, and their mere
physical presence made it matter even less. I let them finish their beer
then we got back to work.
"The worst is yet to come, if you're still up to it," I said. "The
appliances are up in the nose of the truck; washer and dryer, stove and
refrigerator."
"No sweat," Darin said as he jumped in the truck. He
pulled his brother up after him. They maneuvered the washer and dryer and
stove to the tailgate without my help and Darin jumped down for him and I
to lift them down onto the driveway. Then he climbed back up in the truck
to get the refrigerator. When they had it at the tailgate Darin jumped
down from the truck and skinned off his T-shirt. I tried not to do a
double take when I saw his bare, muscular upper body; his broad, thick pecs
and his deeply-cut abs sloping sexily down into his cutoffs. I stepped up
to help them bring the refrigerator down out of the truck just as Darin
turned his back to the tailgate.
"Bring it down nice and easy," he told his brother.
"What? You can't carry a refrigerator on your back," I blurted.
"Watch me," he said smartly.
"He can do it," David said. "Either one of us can do it. It's all
in the balance."
I was still hesitant and dubious. I could just see the
boy's legs buckling under the weight and the dam thing crushing him. I
wondered how much of his confidence had come from the beer he drank.
"We've done this before, "David assured me. "The fridge will stick
to his bare skin and he can walk right in with it while we balance it."
His brother was already easing the refrigerator off the
tailgate and I helped bring it to rest and balance it on Darin's broad
back. I held my breath as the boy straightened under the tremendous
weight. His thighs bulged mightily under the strain but he didn't falter.
I shouldn't have worried about his legs buckling but I held my breath more
as he we made our way down the drive and into the back porch. There were
two steps up into the kitchen. Darin maneuvered the steps like it was level
ground, his ham-strings and quads bulging. Inside the kitchen, he did a
half squat and we eased the refrigerator off the boy's back and set it
upright.
"Are you okay?" I asked him as I helped him straighten up. "Is your
back okay?"
"Stop making a fuss," he said, laughing. "My legs did all the
work, and I've got powerful legs."
"Yes, I can see that," I said. "I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't
seen it; a guy carrying a refrigerator on his back." But as I said, he had
thighs that could move a truck and he left me awed by his sheer strength.
I glanced at my watch. I had to get the truck back to the rental place.
"We'll try to get some more done while you're gone," the boys said.
I was reluctant to leave them alone in the house but I couldn't say
anything and kick them out without conveying that I didn't trust them.
Besides, everything was stacked in the back porch and outside on the drive
and I wouldn't mind having them help getting some of it inside.
As is usually the case, there was a hassle turning the truck in and
it took me longer than I expected to get back to the house. More than an
hour, including the time waiting on a cab. I had visions of my stereo and
TV and stuff gone and already circulating through the black-market. I was
wrong and very much ashamed for the thoughts. Not only was it all still
there, it was placed in the living room and hooked up! The boys had even
carried in most of the furniture and placed it.
"You'll probably want to change things around but we at least got
it inside and hooked up," Darin said. "David hooked everything up. He's
the electronics genius. Just tell us if you want anything moved and we'll
move it for you."
"No, everything looks fine," I said.
They took me upstairs where they had set my bed up in the small
room overlooking the driveway that separated my house from theirs, along
with the rest of the bedroom furniture. David had also hooked up the
smaller TV in my bedroom.
"I didn't know if you wanted a TV in your bedroom but maybe you
like to lie in bed and watch X-rated movies," David said.
I laughed but didn't confirm or deny.
"Is this okay?" Darin asked with a wave around the room.
I had intended to use the bigger bedroom for my own but I told them
it was fine.
"We carried your workout bench and weights to the bigger room,"
David said. "We figured you needed more room to work out than to
sleep....depending, of course, on how many people you might have sleeping
in here."
"As it is, you're right across the drive from our bedroom,"
Darin pointed out, laughing. "We can wave goodnight to each other."
Yes, the smaller bedroom would work out fine, I thought. From the
little innuendos I was hopeful, that other things were going to work out. I
wondered where I would put Travis when he came home to live but it wasn't
something that had to be decided right then. I still pondered the odd,
almost suggestive, things that the boys were saying.
"There are still some boxes and lamps and stuff that need to be
carried inside; do you want us to come over after supper and help you
unpack?" David asked.
"Naw, I can handle that. You boys have done enough," I said.
"It's no bother. We can come over and help keep the trash gathered
up and cut down boxes," Darin said eagerly. He said it like they were
coming whether or no and it dawned on me that the boys were virtually
fatherless and perhaps needed a man in their lives and that really did want
to come over and help.
"Okay guys, I could use you for that,' I said.
"You can use us for anything you need, Mr. Brady. Just ask," Darin
said.
With a chill down my spine, I mentally added that to the other
strange things the boys had said and my hopes soared. Downstairs, they went
to the cooler.
"Hey, guys, coke this time," I said sternly. "You work like men
but that doesn't change the law."
"Yes, sir, Coke it is," one of them said.
As much as I appreciated the boys' help I was glad when it came
time for them to go home, at least till after supper. I needed a little
time alone to get my bearings....and the things they said still laid heavy
on my mind. My alone time was short-lived. The two boys were back
promptly after supper. I didn't really mind. I welcomed the help and they
were nice to have around and easy on the eyes. I was wondering, though,
how I was going to manage living next door to the two handsome, teenage
hunks, especially with them being so forward. Needless to say, that wasn't
the end of the Hart twins.
I fell asleep in front of the TV. I woke up and went upstairs. I
pulled the blinds in my bedroom and undressed and crawled into bed to get
ready for the first day of my new life. I realized then that I had pulled
the blinds earlier when we were working in the room, but they were open
again. The boys must have opened them. I remembered their remark about
waving goodnight. I didn't have to go to work the next day and I was
looking forward to making good use of the time, unpacking and arranging
things.
I was fixing breakfast when there was a knock at the back door. It
was the twins and their aunt. I was taken by what the boys were wearing;
workout shorts, white T-shirts again, cut off just below their pecs and the
sleeves cut off. Except for their youthful, innocent looks, they could've
almost been deemed indecent. We exchanged greetings while the aunt
scrutinized me. I knew she had come over, or perhaps the boys brought her,
to see if I was some dirty old man or a pervert. I didn't blame her. If I
had nephews who looked like they did, I would have been just as
protective. After a few minutes of nice conversation, during which I
managed to keep my eyes off of her boys, she seemed to be satisfied that I
was okay and left. The boys stayed.
"Got anything you want us to do, Mr. Brady?" Darin asked.
I had the feeling that they could turn into pests, but still, I
enjoyed their company. We unpacked the rest of the boxes and they cut them
down and hauled the trash out to the dumpster in the alley.
"Have you got a lawn mower, Mr. Brady?" David asked. "Your grass
needs mowing."
"No, I didn't need one where I lived before," I said. "I
guess I need to get one."
"You don't need to be in a hurry to get one, we'll use
ours."
"Maybe I could hire you boys to take care of the yard till
I get a mower," I said.
"You can't hire us, but we'll do it." David said.
They didn't need me in the yard so I straightened things up inside
and moved things around and made a feeble attempt to make the place look
like home. It definitely lacked my wife's touch. I missed my son. I
ached, I missed him so much. In a way I missed his mother, too, but I
didn't let myself dwell on that. I took cold drinks out to the boys. They
had taken off their shirts and their smooth, tanned muscles glistened with
sweat in the warm sun.
"What, no beer?" Darin joked.
"Not till I have a talk with your aunt to see if it's okay," I
said.
"She'll probably say it is. We drink beer with our dad," David
said.
"I'm not your dad," I pointed out.
We stood in the shade of the tree for them to cool down and give me
a chance to check them out in their bare flesh.
"You guys must have a real serious problem," I said.
"What do you mean?" Dave asked.
"Keeping them off of you," I said.
They laughed.
"The only problem we've got is us," Dave said.
"OOOwwhwhh!" he yelped when his brother punched him in the
side. They wrestled around and the remark was quickly dropped, leaving me
to wonder, what didn't Darin want his brother to say?
By the time they were finished with the grass the boys' workout
shorts were dark and damp with sweat around the waist and down the crack of
their butts. I offered them ten bucks each but they refused it.
"We're just being neighborly, like our dad taught us," Darin said.
"I don't feel right, having you do it for nothing," I said.
"Don't worry, we'll collect sometime, one way or another," David
said with a wide grin.
"Yeah, just give us time to think of something," Darin added.
I didn't pursue that remark, but added it to the list. That night I
decided to leave the blinds up in my bedroom. The boys' aunt was a real
babe. I didn't now where her bedroom was but if it was across the drive
from me, I didn't mind if she had a good view. I undressed down to my
shorts, not right in front of the window but I made no attempt to hide from
view. I was about to turn out the light when a light came on across the
drive in a second-story window. I paused to see if it was her bedroom, or
the boys' room. Just then one of the boys came into the room. I started
to duck back but he looked over and saw me and waved. Since he had already
seen me I waved back. He waved his brother over to the window and we waved
to each other. I was feeling a little foolish playing games with a couple
of teenaged boys but I let go of the light switch and didn't turn it off.
If there was anything to that remark....waving good-night to each
other....I wanted to find out. Besides, it was harmless, watching and
waving across the driveway.
The boys started undressing and playing grab-ass. When they were
down to their shorts and T-shirts, they moved squarely in front of the
window, one then the other, and peeled off their shirts and tossed them
aside. Then David, who was standing behind Darin, suddenly jerked Darin's
shorts down. It was obvious that they were putting on a show for me.
Darin tore into him and they wrestled around like boys will till Darin had
literally torn David's shorts off of him. He waved the ragged garment
around victoriously. I didn't know what motivated me....maybe it was their
bold, boyish playfulness drawing me in, along with the feeling of safety
with the driveway between us...but I stood in front of my window and peeled
my shorts off and stepped out of them, casual as hell; casual as if I were
stripping down in the locker room.
The boys laughed and applauded and gave me a thumbs up. I quickly
turned off the light and got in bed, bewildered more over my behavior than
theirs. It wasn't something I should have done, even with the safety of
the driveway between us. What if their aunt had seen me? She could change
her mind pretty quick about me being a pervert.
I was a little embarrassed the next day when the boys came over.
"Listen, about last night....the little show we put on for each
other....I got to thinking later....I hope to hell your aunt's bedroom
doesn't face my house."
"No, her bedroom is on the other side of the house, on the first
floor," David said.
I wasn't exactly disappointed but I feigned disappointment in front
of the boys. "Well, dam, I guess there's no sense of me stripping down in
front of my window, then," I said.
"Sure, you can do it for us," David said.
Add another remark to the list. They noticed my funny
look.
"Hey, we did it for you," Darin said. "Didn't you like
it?"
"Okay. Yeah....Thanks." It was dumb, what came out of my
mouth, but I didn't know what else to say.
They insisted on helping me again and I didn't turn them
away. I liked them, and I began to wonder if their friendliness and all
those off-hand remarks might add up to something. I would have to be
careful. And sure.
They made the decision that we should straighten up and arrange the
workout room. I didn't argue with them. I wasn't ready to tackle the
dozens of boxes stacked in the other tiny room.
"Hey, where is your son going to sleep when he comes to
live with you?" David asked.
"I haven't decided yet," I said. "Maybe I'll take the
smaller room and let him have my bedroom," I said.
"I'll tell you where I would sleep if I were him," Darin
said. "Right here, in the weight room."
"Yeah, me too. If we had a weight room like this, we would
both be sleeping in it."
"I'm not sure he would go for that," I said.
"I'll bet he would, especially if he's a jock."
"He is."
"Well, jocks like to be around weights and workout stuff,"
Darin said.
"And there's plenty of room in here," David put in. "It'd
be handy, too. Pump out a few bench presses before he goes to bed, or if
he can't sleep, get up and work out."
"This is a great setup. He's really lucky to have a weight
room like this," the other boy said. "Is he a bodybuilder, or does he just
keep in shape for sports?"
"He started out getting in shape for sports but as he began
putting on muscle, he started wanting to get bigger. Let's just say he's
an extremely well-built athlete. Sort of like you guys. Do you boys
belong to a gym?"
"No, but we're hoping our dad will take us down to when he
comes home. We work out up at the school when we can. The place isn't open
all the time and the equipment is shit, but it's better than nothing."
I didn't know whether they were hinting around and I knew
it wasn't a good idea, but I decided to offer to let them use my weights.
"Listen, you guys could work out here if you want to, at
least till Travis comes home," I said.
They broke out in big smiles, then laughed, they were so
excited.
"You'd let us do that?"
"That'd be great!"
"We promise we won't get in your way; when you want to use
your weights, we're out of here."
"You guys could work out during the day when I'm at work,"
I said.
"You mean, come in your house when you're not here?" Darin
asked, surprised.
"Were you planning to clean me out?" I asked.
"No, but....."
"I left you guys alone when I took the rental truck back
and you didn't run off with anything," I said.
"Oh, we wouldn't do anything like that."
"I'll show you where I leave the key," I said. "I would
like for you guys to know about the key anyway, so if there's an emergency
when I'm not here, you could let somebody in."
That night I left the blind up but turned my light off so I
could watch the boys in dark privacy. They both undressed in front of the
window with the light on, but more casually this time. Not showing off;
they just undressed. I couldn't figure them out, except maybe they weren't
thinking that I might be in the dark watching them. These boys were
certainly sending out vibes but I wasn't sure I was interpreting right. I
would have to take it slow.
I surprised myself when I realized that I had made up my mind; that
I'd made the decision to make a play for the young teenagers. It wasn't
really a conscious decision where I thought about it; it just came. It
scared me a little. I wasn't all that experienced about making a direct
play. My experience with other guys was pretty much in the realm of the
adult video store in the next town, and you didn't really have to make a
play there. And I still liked women.
My job as a construction foreman gave me an early day. I
went to work about six and got off around three. It would work out well
with the boys when school started. I would get home right after they did
and hopefully would find them working out in my weight room. But if
course, when school started, Travis would be there, which would curtail my
activities. But for the remaining few weeks of summer, I hoped to build up
a rapport with the boys. I just hoped the boys weren't shy about going
into the house.
I shouldn't have worried; not with those two. I came home
from work that first afternoon to find them working out, wearing only their
socks and tight, brief workout shorts. They way they bulged in front, and
in back, belied their age as much as the rest of the bodies. I'd never seen
more perfect specimens in a gym. I tried not to look but it was impossible
to keep my eyes off their magnificent bodies.
"You said we could work out, so here we are," Darin said
cheerfully as he tipped a bottle of water up for a long drink.
"We'll be out of your way in a minute, by the time you
change into your workout clothes," David said.
"Oh, I'm not working out, you guys go ahead and take your
time," I said. Truth was, I didn't trust myself yet to work out with the
boys. I didn't trust myself to be in such close proximity with their
near-naked bodies, especially if I was near- naked, too. But I did stay
and watch them finish their workout. They worked up quite a sweat and
David picked up his T-shirt to wipe off his chest.
"I'll get you a towel," I said.
"Naw, that's okay."
"Listen, you guys can shower here, too, if you want," I
said quickly. "Bring over a change of clothes." I shuddered inside at
what I'd said, thinking....hoping....where it might lead.
"We don't want to be that much bother, using your towels
and your hot water," Darin said.
"Don't worry about it. It's no bother," I assured them.
Godd, if I could just get them in the shower, naked, I could see what those
big bulges were all about. And I was dying to see their tight, bare butts.
The next afternoon the boys were there again. And the next
day. It looked like they were going to become permanent fixtures. But they
weren't intrusive about it. They were always polite and considerate and
quick to back out of the way when I came home and offer to leave.
I came home one day to find that they had taken the bed out
of the "storage room" and set it up along one wall in the weight
room. They'd also carried Travis's dresser and nightstand in.
"I hope you don't mind, we set up your son's bed for him,
and brought his dresser in," David said. "If he doesn't like it, or if you
don't like it, we can take it back out."
"No, there is plenty of room," I said. "I think Travis
will like it."
"For the time being, we brought over some extra clothes,
like you said," Darin said as he opened a dresser drawer. "When Travis
comes home, we'll take our stuff home and get out of your lives."
"Well, there's no need to do that; get out of our lives.
Travis will want to meet you, and he would probably like to have your guys
to work out with."
"I doubt if he's a college freshman. College guys don't
usually like to have much to do with lowly high school kids."
"Well, I don't think he's going to look at you as kids," I said.
I left my bedroom light off that night so I could watch the boys.
I think they knew I was still watching them, from the way they acted. Like
one night when they were undressing for bed, one of them came up behind the
other and grabbed him around his chest and started humping his butt. They
wrestled around, laughing, like the boys they were, and then moved out of
sight. Coupled with their remarks, I got the feeling they weren't just
showing off for me...they were teasing me.
As the days of summer plodded along, I began to feel like I was in a
squeeze. I hadn't worked up the nerve to try anything and time was getting
shorter and the two boys were getting sexier and more risqué in their talk
and actions. I needed to make my move before Travis arrived.
So far, I had refrained from working out with them, fearing the
temptation would be too great. I told them they could come over to work
out when I wasn't there but their aunt said they didn't need to be running
in and out of the house at all hours of the day and she put some
restrictions on them. I came home one day to find Darin working by himself.
I did a double take when I saw him; all he had on was his jockstrap.
"I hope you don't mind. I was here myself, and I always wanted to
do this. Dave's had to go somewhere," he said.
"No, I don't mind, but I wouldn't recommend doing it at school," I
said, jokingly.
"You wanta work out with me? I could use a spotter on bench
press."
Yeah, I wanted to in the worse way, but I didn't trust myself. But
I didn't want to trust myself, and this time seemed different. I think it
was because he was by himself. I didn't know whether I felt safer or more
confident with him alone but seeing the way he filled out his jockstrap
sent tremors through me and the desire became almost unbearable. The bulge
was huge....like he had something besides his manhood stuffed in there.
"Yeah, I will work out with you, just give me a minute to change,"
I told him. I went into my bedroom across the hall to change out of my work
clothes.
"Hey, why don't you work out in your jockstrap, too?"
"Naw, that's okay." It sounded like an invitation but I was till
gun-shy. Just seeing the kid in his jockstrap was going to be about all I
could handle, let alone stripping down to my own. He eyed me when I walked
into the room.
"You've got a great build," he said casually.
"So do you."
"You're built like my dad. As far as I can see, anyway," he
added. He grinned at my curious scowl. "My dad is built all over, if you
get my meaning."
"I get your meaning," I said, without emotion. That was about the
last straw on the long list of curious and titillating things the boys had
been coming up with since I moved in. "From what I can tell, you must have
your dad's genes," I said, glancing at his jock. How easy the words came
out!
"Yeah, I guess I did," he said, feigning embarrassment. "Dave and I
both did."
"I never thought about it before, but...as a point of
curiosity...does being a twin apply everywhere?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Yeah, we're the same size, even pretty much the same
shape. If you were looking at us standing side by side, you couldn't tell
us apart."
"I can't tell you apart now," I said.
"There're a couple of ways to tell us apart, for somebody who
hasn't been around us all our lives. Three, actually."
"What are they?"
"David's got a little birthmark right here, close to his ear lobe.
You'd have to be really looking for it to notice. I've got a birthmark
right back here, at the top of my right butt cheek," he said, pulling the
waistband of his jockstrap down to show me. As if I needed a closer look
at that cute, tight butt!
"What's the other?" I asked.
"David's cock has a slight upward curve to it when he's hard, where
mine is straighter, and stands up closer to my belly when I'm hard, and
I've got a slightly bigger head on mine."
"Well, thanks for all that information," I joked. "I guess most
people have to go to the ear lobe to tell you apart, then, I don't guess
that many people get a chance to notice the other differences," I said.
"They do every chance we get," he assured me. His was a rather
nervous laugh and I managed a nervous smile for a moment of nervous pause.
Then I stuck my neck out so far I could almost feel the executioner's
blade.
"Well, you've showed me your birthmark...." I said. I let my voice
trail off, finishing my question. Our eyes leveled with each other for the
couple of seconds it took him to decide for sure that the feigned protocol
between us had been breached.
"Sure, you wanta see the other differences?" he said, squeezing his
pouch. "Give me a minute to get it hard." Then he stuck HIS neck out and I
could feel the noose tightening around my own neck. "Or do you wanta do it
for me?....get it hard?" he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Another barrier down. I was hesitant to a fault. I mean, it was
almost a balk. I stepped over and began groping the pouch of his jockstrap.
It was full of soft, rubbery meat and a couple of big potatoes. It was a
good sign that he must be pretty good size; especially being a teenager. I
wondered how big he would get.
"Dave and I have been hoping this might happen." he said as he
reached down for the front of my shorts.
"I wondered, from some things you said, and the little shows you
put on in front of your window," I said.
"So you did notice," he grinned.
"Yes, but I wasn't sure, and I was afraid to take the
chance. You're just barely eighteen, for chrissakes."
"But eighteen," he said. "Does that feel like barely eighteen?" he
asked, pressing the bulge of his jockstrap into my hand.
"Inches, maybe," I said.
"You're off by about nine inches."
"Only nine? That makes you either twenty-seven inches,
or....Geezusss, you've got nine inches?!"
"You're gonna find out in about a minute."
His cock was indeed growing and getting hard. He shoved his hand
down inside my shorts and took hold of my cock. "Fuck," he gasped.
"You're about as big as I am," I said.
"Not as thick. Fuck. I can't even get my hand around it!"
"Just wait...you're not done growing," I said.
He hooked his thumbs in my shorts and pulled them down. My cock
swung free, nearly hard.
"Wow!" He bent down to take my shorts all the way off and help me
step out of them. Then he went down on his haunches. "Dam, this thing is
beautiful! Wait till Dave sees it." He looked up at me with those sexy
eyes and said, "I wanta suck it," and before I could say anything he had my
cock in his mouth.
"OOohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned.
He smiled around my cock. I groaned again as he began lashing
around the head with his tongue. I was in a daze, standing there with the
eighteen-year-old hunk sucking my cock. Geezuss, what was I doing! But it
wasn't his first time to have a cock in his mouth. Nobody sucks cock that
good his first time. He had sure surprised me. I thought I was going to
suck him and I was about to till he went down on his knees in front of me.
He worked my cock like it was a challenge, sucking with exuberance, trying
to force it in his throat.
"Dam, I want to take it al the way," he said, wiping his hand with
the back of his mouth, "but you're too big. I bet Dave can t take it,
though. He'll be able to take it down to the hairs."
I wished David were there. As the boy was sucking me I had visions
of both of the young studs stretched out on the floor or across Travis's
bed and me servicing both of their big cocks. He kept trying to take more
of my cock.
"You don't have to swallow it, you're doing fine," I told him.
"I want to learn to do it so bad, but I choke and gag every time I
try it with Dave."
"Well, keep working, you'll do it, but don't be in a hurry to take
mine. Take your time. I had a hell of a time learning to handle oversized
cocks."
"You suck?" he asked, sounding surprised.
"I was about to till you went down on me first," I said.
"Oh, Mann, wait till I tell Dave this. We were hoping like hell but
we didn't think you would," he said. He thrust his hips forward, showing
his hardon.
"Do you think you could take all of this?"
"Yes."
"No shit!" He stood up, his cock banging against mine. "Show me.
Show me how you do it."
I sat on the end of the bench and wrapped my hand around his
cock. "I'm barely able to get my hand around yours," I said.
"Still think you can swallow it?"
I nodded and wet my lips. I opened my mouth and his cock found it.
He shoved half of it in my mouth before I was ready, and he choked me.
"Sorry."
"I wasn't ready, that's all. Let me take it at my own pace first
then you can fuck my mouth."
"Yeah....okay."
I sucked his cock, going father down on the shaft as together we
gradually forced the head through my throat. Back and forth through the
tight opening till my throat muscles began to relax and stretch.
"Aww, fuck, I see how you're doing it."
I pulled him forward by his hips, forcing his cock all the way in
my throat and clasped my hands around his hard butt and held him in tight.
His hot cock throbbed in my throat till I eased back off of it. Only then
did he gasp.
"Oohhh. Geezuss, Dave never took it that easy. He has to really
work on it to get all the way down on it."
"If you stick your tongue way out, sort of forming a chute for his
cock to slide in, that also opens your throat up," I said. "But I can show
you and easier way," I said, standing up.
"Show me."
I lay on the bench with my head hanging over the end. "This opens
your throat up and it's the perfect angle for most cocks, especially one
with a slight curve upward." I motioned for him to step up and give me his
cock. He pushed it down in my mouth and bent his knees and sank all the
way in to his balls.
"Awwhhhh....Awww, I see what you mean!" he moaned. He fucked my
open throat for awhile then raised up. "I wanta try it now, on you."
I got up and Darin lay down with his head hanging over the end of
the bench. He opened his mouth and swallowed and worked his throat muscles
for a minute.
"You ready?" I asked, stroking my cock.
"Yes, let's do it," he said, his eyes glued to my throbbing cock.
"I don't know if I can handle that big, thick fucker, but I'm gonna try."
I straddled his head and aimed my cock down into his mouth. I
worked it in and out a few times to give him a chance to relax then I bore
down against the spongy barrier of his throat. At the same time I bent
over him. The position perfected the angle of my cock and I scooped his
cock up in my mouth. It was also the perfect angle to swallow him all the
way. He groaned around my cock and lifted his head to force it into his
throat. I bore down at the same time and impaled him on it. He uttered a
choking groan and wrapped his arms around my butt. I let him hold it in
his throat for a moment then gently fucked a couple of inches back and
forth through his gullet. He took it okay and I used more of my cock to
fuck his throat. Finally, I was using my entire cock, popping the head
back and forth in and out of his throat till he turned his head away for a
moment.
"Man, I did it!" he exclaimed proudly, wiping the slobber off the
corner of his mouth.
"You sure did."
"Thanks for showing me, man. Fuck, just wait till I show Dave I
can take his cock all the way to his balls."
"When will your brother be home?" I asked.
"Not soon enough," he said. "But I want to suck your cock till I
come. And make you come too. That really sets me off like nothing else.
It's like a big load of hot come shooting in my mouth automatically clicks
my trigger. Do you come a lot?"
"I never had any complaints from anybody that had a taste for it,"
I said.
"I come a lot. Dave and I both do. We figure our dad must shoot a
lot, and maybe that's how he made twins. Can I have a load? I've got a
taste for the stuff. Dave is the only one I've ever tasted, though. I'd
like to see if it tastes different with different guys."
"It does," I said. "Have you and your brother ever done anything
with anyone besides each other?"
"No. Just him and me...me and him. This may sound terrible, but
we would really like to make it with...well, our dad."
"Geez, watch what you say, Darin."
"That's the reason we put out so many feelers with you, hoping you
would take the bait. If we can't have our dad, we wanted you. Dave is
going to be so excited and happy."
"I'm curious about something," I said.
"Okay, but can it wait till later? I've really got something
better to do with my mouth and I'm really anxious to get your load and see
what your come tastes like," he said.
We went over to the bed.
"Let's do a sixty-nine," he said.
Yeah, he knew what that was too.
"Dave and I do it sixty-nine fashion almost every night. It makes
us sleep better," he said.
"You've got a lock on your door, I presume."
"Yeah, dad put it on the last time he was home....said we should
have our privacy, and not take a chance on embarrassing Aunt Missy. We
didn't figure out till later that he was probably trying to tell us
something...that maybe he knew."
"He was a teenager once."
"Yeah, he told us that," Darin said, laughing.
"Sounds like your dad is pretty cool."
"Hot is more like it."
We lay side by side for awhile, sucking each other's cocks, then
turned over so I was astraddle him on top. We found the right stance for
me to fuck his mouth and his hands were free to roam over my body. He
seemed to especially like my butt. After awhile we rolled over again with
him on top. He gave my throat a good workout as he took my cock
deep-throat. He learned fast, now that he had discovered how to do it. He
was on top of me, pumping his cock in and out of my throat when he suddenly
dropped his load. It was with little warning. His pace got faster and
more irregular and I knew he was losing control. I loosened the reins too
and let my climax start to build. He buried his cock in my throat, smashing
my face and nose with his hard abs. His cock swelled and quivered then I
felt the heat of his come spurting deep in my throat. I managed to push up
on his hips so his cock was in my mouth. I wanted to feel his come shooting
in my mouth and taste it. He gave me more than a taste. He filled my mouth
with just four spurts and he was still coming. I shot off and he squealed
around my cock and in his excitement he rammed is cock down my throat
again. He impaled me as I had done to him. With my mouth full of come and
his cock, my cheeks ballooned under the sudden pressure flattening my face.
He showed me no mercy as he pumped his hot boy-cum in my throat, so deep I
thought he might be shooting it directly into my stomach. Only problem,
was, I couldn't taste it. At the same time he was gobbling my cock
hungrily, gulping down my spewing come, sucking for more. We finished
draining our balls at about the same time. When he rose up and pulled his
cock out of my throat it caused a little whirlpool and his load swirled
into my gaping throat. He gave me a moment to gulp it down then I sucked
the last of it out of his cock before he raised up, disentangling us.
"Dam, that tasted good," he exclaimed as he lay on his side, his
head resting on my thigh.
"You sure know how to take it." I said. "Most guys choke on it
when I try to come in their mouth."
"I take Dave's load all the time and he shoots like a horse. Man,
your come tasted good." He let out a big sigh and turned around to lie
beside me. "I can hardly wait to tell Dave. Wait! I won't tell him.
We'll show him," he said gleefully. "We'll come over to work out and you
join us and you and I can start feeling each other up right in front of
him. It'll blow his mind!"
"He's going to know something is different if you're suddenly able
to take his cock all the way next time you guys are messing around," I
said.
"I won't take it all the way. I'll suck him like I always do and
pretend to choke and gag, till we have a chance to come over here."
But our tryst was interrupted by the unexpected return of their
father. I was so thankful that there wasn't anything suspicious going on
when he came home. I would not have wanted to face the man's wrath. He
arrived sometime during the night. I woke up the next morning and went out
on my porch to see this muscular guy, about my age, walking around in his
back yard in his jeans, barefoot, and no shirt. He was drinking a cup of
coffee. He seemed to be just enjoying the early morning under the trees.
He was about six-two, taller than me, muscles layered over muscle, with a
deep tan that accented his muscles. I saw him from the back where his torso
seemed to explode out of the waist of his jeans, spreading up from his
waist in a wide V then straight out to the broad, muscle-heaped
shoulders. He had the neck of a football player with short-cropped hair
neatly trimmed on the back of his neck.
His thighs looked thick even in his jeans, and his butt filled them
out like a teenage bodybuilder. I let out a little gasp when he turned
around. Talk about perfection! There were those wide shoulders again and
his narrow waist that didn't even touch the waist of his jeans, and in
between was the frontal perfection. A broad chest, thick with muscle, pecs
so big I didn't think my hands would reach across them. The twin slabs of
muscle looked like they were carved out of stone and smoothed off around
the edges. Slightly down from center of each pec was a big turgid nipple.
Except that his pecs were flat and solid, they could have been tits. A lot
of girls would have been jealous of his chest development. Below the shelf
of his pecs was more perfection, ridged and evenly placed clumps of ab
muscles that looked like two stacks of bricks, not four, but five high.
The guy didn't mess with a six-pack. He had the whole damned case. They
were framed by slabs of tenderloin sloping from under his arms down each
side and curving gracefully into his jeans. He sported a neat spattering
of hair across his chest and down his stomach, not gorilla-like, but a
nice, growth that looked like he kept it trimmed which only enhanced his
exuding manliness.
His thighs bulged even thicker from the front and at their apex was
a balled up protrusion where his jeans fit the tightest. His muscles
rippled at the slightest movement, his thick huge arms curled into huge
biceps when he brought the coffee cup up to his mouth. Even though I'd
never seen him before, this had to be the twins' dad. I could see where
the boys got it. I stepped out from my porch to make myself known before he
went back in the house.
"Good morning."
"Hey, there," he said with a friendly look, not quite a smile.
I walked across my yard and through the gate that separated my yard
from his.
"I'm Dell Brady. I just moved in next door."
He put out his hand and I was treated to the incredibly big arms
again as we shook hands.
"Good, I'm glad to see somebody in the house. I hated it setting
empty. Invites nothing but trouble. I'm Adam Hart, by the way. You've
probably met my twin sons and my sister-in-law."
"Yes, the boys came right over the day I moved in and helped me
unload and carry everything inside. And they take care of the yard."
"I hope they haven't made a pest of themselves."
"Not at all. They work like men," I said.
"Yes, they do, but then they're pretty much built like men," he
said.
"Yes, I didn't believe they'd just recently turned eighteen. Darin
said they got your genes. I can see that." It was an opportunity to look
him over without feeling uncomfortable about it. He seemed embarrassed by
the compliment. "Darin actually carried my refrigerator in on his back, by
himself," I added.
Adam laughed. "Yeah, I taught him how to do that. It's all in the
balance and the legs."
"Well, he certainly has the legs. The boys said you work in the
oil field."
"Actually, I work off-shore drilling....on a spar, out in the
ocean," he said.
"That has to be exciting, and a little scary."
"Not any more. It gets pretty exciting when a storm comes up but
mostly it's a pretty boring routine. And a little lonely out there cooped
up with a bunch of other guys."
Be still my heart! Where do I apply! Suddenly the back door burst
open and David and Darin came running out of the house in their jeans, also
shirtless and barefoot.
"Dad! Dad! We didn't know you were here!"
"Why didn't you wake us up?"
"You both need your beauty sleep," he drawled.
The two boys threw their arms around their dad and hugged him like
a big teddy bear. He wrapped a powerful arm around each one of them,
lifting their considerable weight up off the ground and I took his coffee
cup so he could hug them. It was heart warming to see such affection
between boys that age and their dad, not to mention sexy. I missed Travis
and when he used to hug me like that. I wanted to tell Adam how lucky he
was and I wondered what a short time it would be before the boys would
think it too boyish to hug their dad. It was sexy and erotic, too, their
muscles smashed and writhing together and I thought about what Darin had
said about the boys secretly wanting to have sex with this big muscular man
who was their father.
"Aunt Missy has breakfast ready. Do you want to eat breakfast with
us?" David asked.
"No, thanks. You guys go ahead." I handed Adam his cup.
"You're welcome to eat with us," Adam said.
"No, I think you need this time with your sons," I said.
My heart flip-flopped as I walked back to my yard and watched the
three sexy hunks walk into the house. I half expected it and sure enough
the boys brought their dad over to see Travis' room; which was their
workout room for the time being. They came in their workout clothes, I
think to show off for him. I invited him to work out with them but he
declined. They rushed through a workout, mostly to show off, then David had
to take Darin to pick up something for his car.
"Do you want to come with us, dad?" Darin asked.
"No, you guys go ahead," he said.
When the boys had rushed off I invited Adam for a beer. He
accepted. We sat out on the deck and drank beer and talked, about his job
when I could get him to answer questions, but mostly about the boys.
"Listen, you're welcome to come over and work out with the
boys while you're home," I said.
"Thanks, I go down to the gym to work out. I'll probably
take them with me now."
"They would like that."
"I hope it's all right for the boys to sort of hang out over here,"
he said.
"Well, their aunt seems to think so."
"Yeah, she said she checked you out," he said, laughing.
"Yes, she did."
"Actually, I appreciate it," he said.
"You should. She keeps a close eye on them."
"No, I meant you taking them under your wing the way you obviously
have," he said.
I laughed. "Well, it's hard not to, they have a way of
ingratiating themselves."
"If that's a polite way of saying they make pests of themselves..."
"No, I didn't mean that at al. They certainly don't. It's the way
they exude friendliness. The way they came right over to help me move in,
and cut my grass. Most boys that age would be too shy but your sons
wouldn't take no for an answer."
"Well, they were never accused of being shy," he said, laughing.
"They need a male influence in their lives, and I'm not here."
"You influence them more than you know. They talk about you all
the time."
He smiled. "Yeah, I talk about them a lot, too."
There was a pause and he gazed off for a moment, then finished his
beer.
"Want another beer?" I asked.
"No. Thanks. I'll take a rain check."
"You got it," I said.
Obviously, with their dad home I didn't do anything with the boys,
not even when they tried to goad me into it.
"Look, guys, your workouts and any other contact we have is going
to be celibate as long as your dad is home," I told them firmly "I do not
want to tangle with the man."
"We would like for him to find out," Darin said.
"Not from me."
"If only there was a way. He is so hot!" said David.
"Well, take cold showers, and do each other," I said.
Adam went off from time to time to visit with friends and take care
of personal business matters and later he took the boys to the gym to work
out with him. They came over one evening when he was off by himself.
"He's got a date," Darin said, laughing.
"If you want to call it that," David scoffed.
"What else world you call it?" Darin asked.
"I call it getting laid."
"Your dad is allowed to have a private life," I said.
"Just so he doesn't bring her home as our step mother," Darin said.
"You don't want your dad to ever marry again?" I asked.
"I don't care if he gets married, we just don't need a step-mom."
"Yeah, we've got all the mom we need in Aunt Missy. So I hope he
just settles for sex," Darin said.
"Can you imagine that poor woman when he gets done with her? He'll
fuck her crazy," Davis said, laughing.
"Is that any way to talk about your dad?" I admonished them.
"He's a stud," said Darin.
"Yes, he is. But he's not my dad. Just let him alone, guys, don't
hassle him about his love life."
"I just want him to have a sex life, leave the love out of it."
David said.
"He's probably doesn't have much of a love life, cooped up with a
bunch of other guys for weeks, even months, out there in the middle of the
ocean," I said.
"On the other hand...maybe he does," Darin said with a mischievous
grin.
"I just wish we knew," said Davie.
"Don't go there, guys, "I warned. "He's your dad. Lust after him
when he leaves but keep up a straight front."
I wasn't envious of their relationship with their father. Travis
and I had a very close relationship, but it invariably waned when we were
apart for so long. I was anticipating having him back under my roof.
I don't think the boys missed our sexcapades all that much with
their dad home. They were having too good a time with him, and dreading
when he would leave again. Adam took his rain check for another beer and
when the boys came over wanting to drink with us, he told them to get lost.
It was good-natured but he knew they had something going with one of their
friends and he wanted them to feel free to go.
"They think they have to spend every moment with me when I'm home."
"They worship you, you know," I said.
"Sometimes that scares me."
"Why?"
"Sometimes I wonder if I can live up to their
expectations.....their image of me."
"Oh, I think you do," I assured him. "Any teenage boy would be
proud to have you as a father. Those two boys idolize you."
He seemed very relaxed and readily accepted another beer when I
offered it.
"Sometimes I'm ready to scrap the job and the money so I can be
home with them, but its good money and I'm trying to get enough put away
for their college," he said. "I see so many changes in them when I come
home. They put on twenty pounds since the last time I was home. I saw
them in the shower and in their room and it hit me right between the eyes,
what men they're turning into, already."
"Yeah, I didn't believe they were just eighteen. They could pass
for twenties from the neck down. They said they got your genes."
"The way they're going," he said, laughing, "I may want some of
those genes back."
"You should be very proud of them."
"I am. So proud it hurts. So proud it scares me, hoping I raised
them right."
He sounded far off, immersed in his own thoughts for a moment. He
downed his beer and didn't object when I went to get him yet another one.
I had the odd feeling that maybe he had a lot to get off his chest and
nobody to say it to. Maybe the connection we both had with his sons was
enough to bond us and he would feel at ease talking to me. I hoped so. I
liked the guy. Actually, I more than liked him. I liked him the way his
sons did, in a physical way.
"I know the feeling," I said. "But you raised two exceptional
boys."
"Yeah, I suppose I have. With such hypocrisy, though," he said.
"How's that?"
"I raised them to be men..."
"They couldn't be anything else with you as a role model. They're
going to turn into real men's men in a few short years," I said.
He snorted with laughter, a scoffing laugh, and glanced at me with
a level gaze as his laughter turned to a thin, almost knowing smile. He
took another sip of his beer and kept looking at me over the top of his
beer can.
"I get the feeling there's something else you want to say."
He chortled and took another swig of beer. "Sucking up my courage,"
he added, holding the bottle up.
"Somehow I find it hard to believe you lack courage," I said.
"Living out there on the spar....with a bunch of guys..." He let
his voice trail off.
"Yeah, it must get pretty lonely for a woman," I finished for him.
He chortled again and took another sip of beer.
"The boys were laughing about you having a date," I went on.
"Well, it wasn't exactly a date," he said.
"They figured as much."
"What?"
"They said you were probably fucking the poor woman's eyeballs
out."
"They said that?!!"
"Yeah, I told them that was no way to be talking about their
father. But don't you get off the rig now and then?"
"Not often enough."
"You're still wrestling with hypocrisy," I said boldly.
"Well, let's just say over time, the conditions of the job have
compromised me as a role model, I'm afraid."
"How so?" Suddenly I had a feeling where he was going and I wanted
to lead him on.
"First and foremost, even in this day of equality, there are no
women on the spar," he said. "Not one."
"Then it's understandable," I said, trying to let him know that I
understood what he wasn't saying.
He gave me a funny look, as if he realized that I more than
understood what he wasn't saying. "Is it? Would it be understandable with
them?"
"Yes, I think it would. I don't think you could do anything wrong
in their eyes."
He took another long sip of beer. When I started to get up to get
another one he stopped me.
"I'm okay...for now," he said.
"Found your courage?" I asked, laughing.
He finished his beer and set the bottle down. "You know this is
the beer talking," he said, almost as a warning.
"Sometimes beer has something to say," I said.
"Well put. But it's also me talking, and I can't deny that." He
paused for a brief moment then went on. "There's this guy...a young kid,
actually....just turned nineteen when he came onboard. Geezuss, he
couldn't have had any idea what he was letting himself in for when they
brought him out to the spar. He started out as a cook's helper but he
caught on to other jobs and he's a fast learner."
"Sounds like he's got a future in oil, then."
"I don't know...he caught on to jobs he didn't intend to. Like I
said, he's only nineteen, so fuckin' cute....for nineteen he's too cute to
be handsome. Lifted weights in high school so he's built like a young
god. Reminds me of m y boys." He looked at me, as if to see if I was
listening, or understanding. "He's our pussy," he said.
I understood beyond any doubt and tried not to look shocked.
"You see what I'm saying, about hypocrisy, and being scared that I
can't live up to the boys' image of a role model? What the hell would
Darin and Dave think if they knew I was fucking a nineteen-year-old guy in
the ass three times a week, and getting head from him. From a couple of
other guys, in fact."
"They wouldn't think any less of you. You're their dad," I said.
"They understand life. Being horny teenagers, they certainly understand a
man's needs and desires."
"Misdirected as they might be," he drawled. "The scary part is,
the kid has accepted his fate; he doesn't seem to mind being passed
around....making the rounds, he calls it, going from one bunk to another
where there are three or four guys waiting to fuck him. Night after night,
day after day, both shifts. I'm surprised he's got an asshole left."
"Well, it's not rape, then. And he's of legal age."
"I've thought, it could be my kids being passed around like that.
Shit, it's like I'm fucking my own boys. I just don't think they would
understand, how their old man satisfies his needs."
"Didn't you ever tell your boys that they could come to you with
anything, talk about anything....that you loved them unconditionally?"
"Of course. Any man who doesn't tell his kid that isn't a
father....or a man."
"And you don't think they would extend that same privilege to you,
their dad? You don't think they don't love you unconditionally? Trust me,
they do. They worship the ground you walk on."
"Yeah, and that's what scares me," he said again.
Without asking, I got up and go him another beer and he didn't stop
me.
"I wanta ask you something," I said when I came back and handed him
the beer. "Maybe I'm out of line; if I am, just say so."
"You've listened to every perverted thing I had to say, I can
listen to you."
"If one of your sons, or both of them, came to you and poured his
guts out, told you he'd had sex with another boy...or with each
other....what would you do? What would you say? I can't believe you would
beat the shit out of them, to teach them a lesson, or that you would disown
them."
He laughed softly. "Hell, I fully expect they are messing around
with each other. Shit, the testosterone pumping through their
veins...Maybe other boys, too. That's no big deal, they're just
experimenting around, exploring their sexuality like most teenage boys do.
I would tell them that."
"And what if they told you they liked it?"
"Hell, I would hope so," he said, laughing. "It's supposed to feel
good. Hell, man, I don't care if they come and tell me they're a couple of
fags. I'll still love them. Is that unconditional enough?"
"Then why is it so hard for you to believe they would be just as
understanding with you?
"Maybe you made your point. I'll have to think about it."
"You might think about this, too. When you fucking that
nineteen-year-old...thinking about your sons...they're good thoughts,
loving thoughts, aren't they?"
He cocked his head with a thin smile. "I never about it like that,
but yeah, they're good thoughts. Loving thoughts. Like, I'm holding them
tight against me."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You boys wouldn't be," I said.
Like the boys, I wanted desperately to get something going with Adam before
he left. I knew his circumstances. I knew his story. He was fucking an
older teenager and getting head from other guys, so he had no aversion to
having sex with guys. His sons would want to know that. They would kill to
know that. But I couldn't reveal my secret desires to Adam with him knowing
what a close relationship I had with his sons. Despite what he said about
loving them even if they were fags, I didn't want to risk his rage if he
found out I was having sex with them.
On my advice, the boys resigned themselves to letting their dad go
without trying anything or letting him know their secret. I wasn't so
resigned. I was still hopeful, at least for myself. There was one little
window of opportunity just before he left; a brief moment when we were
saying good-by to each other.
"Hey, all that shit I told you...don't ever mention that to
anybody," he said in a quiet tone.
"No, I won't," I assured him, and let the window close, the
moment pass.
Darin was anxious to take up where we left off after their dad left;
anxious to let David in on our little secret, which we hadn't had a chance
to do before their dad came home. The two boys came over to work out and
when Darin stripped down to his jockstrap, Dave followed suit. They goaded
me into doing the same.
"You're built a lot like our dad," Dave said, his eyes
raking boldly over my body.
"Not hardly," I scoffed.
"Well, he might out-weigh you by a few pounds."
"Out-muscles me is more like it."
"But not many guys your age are in any shape at all," Darin
said.
They did only a couple of sets before Darin made his move.
He asked me to spot him on bench presses. I took the position at the head
of the bench. He pushed the bar up and let it down to his chest, then
again, pumping out a dozen reps. Dave slapped some more weights on the bar
and he did it again. He pumped out eight and began to falter.
"Come on, pussy, I know you can handle more than that,"
Dave goaded him.
"Stop....calling....me a....pussy," Darin said as he
struggled with the bar.
I thought he was faking it but I couldn't be sure. It didn't
matter. When I saw he couldn't, or wasn't going to push the bar back up
from his chest, I gave him a little help. At the same time I purposely
squatted down more than I had to, in an exaggerated stance, and my jock
brushed against his face. He racked the bar but I kept my jock-pouch
smashed over his face.
"You're going to smother him," Dave laughed. Then his
laughter faded to a smile and his smile to a look of shock when he saw his
brother mouthing my jock.
"Fuck....w-what....w-what're you doing, Bro?" he stammered.
Darin reached up with his hands around my butt and pulled
me down so the pouch of my jockstrap spread heavy across his face.
"Dam, when did this start?" David asked as he brushed his
hand down over the front of his own jock.
Darin pulled the front of my jockstrap down and my cock
swung out over his face, my balls lying on his forehead. He pulled my
rubbery cock down into his waiting mouth and began sucking it.
"Fuck!" Dave exclaimed.
The workout suddenly ended and lust took over. Dave, not to be
outdone, shed his jockstrap then peeled Darin's jockstrap off, then
straddled the bench and went for my cock.
"Aunt Missy told you to share," he said as the two boys mouthed my
cock together.
I knew Darin was anxious to show Dave what he could do. He
scooted up on the bench so his head was hanging over the end, his mouth
gaping open. I took my cue and squatted down, shoving my now-hard cock all
the way in his throat.
"Shit, man, you never took me like that," Dave said as I
fucked his brother's throat with a few inches of cock. "You always choke
on my cock."
I raised up and stepped aside. "Yeah, well, try him now,"
I said.
Dave took my place and guided his cock into his brother's mouth.
He took it to the hairs.
"Awwwhhhhhh," Dave moaned. "Fuck, I don't know when you
learned to do this, but I'm glad you did." He leaned in under the bar to
take Darin's cock and the boys were in the sexiest sixty-nine I'd ever
seen.
The horse was out of the barn, the cat was out of the cage.
We shared the same secret, aside from the secret of their father, and I
felt like I wanted to go wild with these two boys. I wanted to devour them
both. Dave's butt was so inviting; drawing me like a magnet. I knelt down
behind him and buried my face between his young, firm buns.
"AAwwwhhhhh!" he cried out. "Ohhh, fuck, what're you
doing!"
I lapped the crack of his ass and pulled his butt apart so
his hole stretched open. I flicked his hole with the tip of my tongue till
it was clenching like it wanted something more and when it relaxed between
clenches, I drove my tongue in. He yelped again. I tongued and ate his
ass till his legs were trembling.
"Do that to Darin," he gasped.
I stood up and walked around to the other end of the bench.
Dave had pulled Darin's legs up and hooked his feet under the bar so he was
bent in half, his butt spread wide. I sat down on the end of the bench and
bent over to tongue his ass. He groaned around his brother's cock and
hunkered his butt up for more of my tongue. He went wild. I tried a
finger. He loved it. I gave him a second finger and he squealed around
Dave's cock.
"Do that to me, use your fingers on me," Dave said.
"Okay, in a minute," I said. I had another opportunity in
front of me at the moment. It was a long shot; a real long shot, but I had
to try it. I spat in his crack and worked it into his asshole. I used spit
to jack myself off. Dave caught on to what I was thinking.
"Go ahead, fuck him," he said hoarsely.
Darin squealed, a muffled, fearful squeal but Dave took
hold of his ankles to keep him in place, so he was bent in two with his
butt sticking up and unable to get away.
"Do you think I should?" I asked.
"Yeah, fuck him. Fuck, look at him squirming around on
your fingers. He wants more. He wants your cock. I know I would."
"Are you going to let me fuck you?" I asked.
"Hell, yeah, if it feels as good as he's acting," he said.
That seemed to calm Darin down a little. He lay still, as
if he were waiting for his fate.
"Have you guys ever been fucked?" I asked as I stood up, my
cock sticking out long and hard through my fist.
"No, we....we never did anything with our asses, except to
play with each other's buns," he said. "We've talked about it....wondered
what it'd be like....but I think we were too scared to ever try it."
Shit, two hunky teenage virgins! If fate never shined on
me again, I could die happy.
"It's going to hurt at first," I warned as I rubbed my cock
back and forth across Darin's asshole.
"He can take it," Dave said.
"You talk brave, not being the one getting fucked," I
joked. "And he can't protest with his mouth full of your cock."
"You wanta fuck me first? Come on, you can fuck me."
Darin moaned and humped his butt up against my cock. He
wanted it. He wanted to be fucked, and he wanted it first. I loved their
competitiveness. I raised up on my toes and aimed my cock down into the
spongy pit. His asshole was nice and stretched, but not relaxed. I had to
force my way through it, hard and determined. I heard him scream but it
was muffled by his brother's cock in his mouth.
"Don't worry, he can take it," Dave said again, his voice raspy
with lust. "Go ahead and give it to him....shove it in him."
I wondered if Dave might not be a little sadistic, except
that he was ready to take the same punishment. I eased more and more of my
cock through the virgin hole. I loved the way it stretched so tight around
the girth of my cock. I knew I must be killing the poor kid; his ass
muscles were so tight. I had to find his prostate and get him past the
pain.
"Raise up, let him breath and talk," I told Dave.
He raised up, drawing his cock out of Darin's mouth.
"Ohhh, Geezussss! It hurts!!" he gasped when he was
finally able to speak.
"Not for long," I said as I probed with my cock. I felt it
before he did, the spongy mass that was his prostate.
"Aahhhhh!" he cried out in surprise.
"That didn't hurt," I said.
"No," he said, shaking his head wildly. "No...fuck
no....Oohhhhhh..... Ohhhh, Goddd...."
"Does it feel good?" Dave asked him.
"Oh, it feels....incredible! Ohh, fuck, I never felt
anything like it!"
"I can make you come," I said.
"I feel like I'm going to," he said. "OHhhh...OHhhh, what
is that in there that you're touching?"
"That's your prostate," I said.
"Yeah, I've heard of that," Dave said.
"It's what gives you that feeling that you wanta come," I
said.
"Mann, I've sure got it," Darin gasped. "Ohh, Godd...fuck
me, man .... FUCK me...dam, if I'd known it feels this good, I would've
been letting you fuck me all this time, Dave."
"I'll fuck you," Dave told him. "I'll fuck you every night
from now on. We'll make up for lost time."
I was working the boy's love nut, sliding my cock back and
forth across the tender sponge, grating the rim of my cockhead over it.
"Geezz, look at all the ball juice," Dave said with glee.
Pre-come was boiling out of Darin's cock. The kid was so
full of come he was boiling over. I worked his prostate harder, poking at
it like beating a drum. He choked on his cries and his knuckles turned
white around the steel bar.
"No sense trying to hold off, I'm gonna make you come," I
told him, fucking him harder.
He gasped and groaned and nodded and snorted on his cries
of lust. I fucked him. It was a long climb up the steep slope to his
climax. His face was a grimace, but not from pain. He was suffering from
the pre-come build-up, wanting to come, trying to work it up now, but all
he could do was wait till I took him there. I could have been cruel and
stopped, let him fall from his cloud of ecstasy and start all over again,
but I was anxious for him to experience it; and I wanted to see him shoot.
Suddenly his eyes popped open wide and his mouth went slack
as he gasped in short breaths of air. I had him on the way. He couldn't
hold back if he wanted to. He was going to explode.
"Hold on to the top of your head," I told him. "You're
going to shoot like you've never shot off before."
His cock bolted suddenly, quivered violently, then shot out
a thick, long rope of come that splattered against his chin so hard we
could hear it hit. The next one slathered across his face, another hit
Dave's abs. As he began to writhe under me and twist his hips around, his
cock swayed back and forth and shot come in every direction. I wish I'd
counted. I must have hit the mother lode.
"Holy Shit, Darin, where's it all coming from?" Dave asked.
The little stud pretty much had himself and his brother and
everything close around us splattered with come before he eased off and it
just boiled out the end of his cock. He made a huge pool that overflowed
his abs and his navel and ran down his side.
"Fuck, I never seen you come like that before," Dave said.
"I....never....shot off....like that....before," Darin
said, out of breath. "It was...something he was doing in there."
"Man, I want you to hit that same spot in me," Dave said.
"Can you fuck me, too, now? You didn't come, did you?"
"No, he didn't come, I can still feel his cock throbbing
hard inside me," Darin said.
"Will you fuck me, then?" asked Dave.
"Yeah," I managed. My legs were shaky but my cock was still hard as
I carefully pulled it out of Darin's ass.
I thought Dave might come around and lie on the bench, but
he simply bent over the barbell and set his feet apart, eagerly offering
his tight, young butt to me. I fucked him while Darin sucked his cock.
The double treatment brought him off in only a few minutes. Darin got off
his cock at the last minute and Dave sprayed him and everything around us,
then collapsed across the bar.
"Fuck, what a mess," one of them said.
"Yeah, we better get it cleaned up," Darin said.
There was come everywhere. I didn't know how two teenage
boys could produce so much semen. I told the boys to go shower while I
cleaned up and put the weight room back in order. When they were gone down
the hall, I began lapping up their fresh, thick come. Godd, it tasted
wonderful!
The horse that we had let out of the barn was never coming back. The two
boys were insatiable, as teenagers are. There was seldom a day when we
didn't have sex together. They loved doing everything together. They would
kneel on the edge of the Travis's bed with their butts sticking up for me
to tongue their cute, smooth asses. Sometimes one mounted the other so I
had them stacked for my pleasure. Almost always, I ended up fucking them
after I ate their asses and got them ready. They liked to fuck each other
while I tongued the fucker's ass. They would lie on the bed or the workout
bench, balls to balls so I could suck both of their cocks at the same time.
It was only a matter of time before they came up with the ultimate venture
into male sexuality.
It was the day after they performed for me from their
bedroom. They had moved their bed over against the window so I could see
everything. Watching the two young studs was so agonizingly wonderful,
watching them sixty nine or fuck each other from across the drive way.
They had come over for their daily dose of sex.
"I love the way you guys like to do everything together," I
told them, referring to the night before.
"There's one thing we haven't done together," Dave said.
"What's that?"
"We haven't fucked you together," Darin said.
"Do you ever get fucked?" Dave asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I was waiting for you guys to
mention it," I said. "As long as you didn't say anything, I didn't know if
you wanted to."
"Well we've mentioned it."
"Are you talking about both of you fucking me at the same
time?" I asked.
"Yeah. You ever take two cocks at the same time?"
"No."
"But you're game to try it. Right?"
"Yeah, I guess I am," I agreed. I was weak in the knees
just thinking about getting fucked by one of the big studs; two of them
would probably leave me senseless. It dam near did.
They wanted to do it on the workout bench, their favorite
place. They had it all figured out how they were going to do it. Darin
lay down on the bench, his head under the bar.
"Okay, step over him and sit on his cock," Dave told me.
I straddled Darin and worked my way down on his cock till I
was sitting on his thighs. Godd, it felt wonderful! I tossed my head back
as I rode up and down a few inches, twisting my butt around. It felt
incredible and I had the feeling I was going to fuck myself silly that way,
but mostly I was trying to stretch and get my ass ready for the second
cock. They gave me barely a moment to get used to Darin's big cock when
Dave stepped astraddle the bench behind me and put his hand on my back to
urge me to bend over. I lay across Darin. Dave aimed his cock at the hole
that his brother already occupied. He probed and struggled to get his cock
in the hole along with Darin's cock and I was beginning to think he
wouldn't be able to do it. But he was determined. In desperation, he
shoved his thumbs in my ass along the underside of Darin's cock and pulled
my asshole apart.
"Awwh," I groaned.
"That's it...relax it for me...give me room," he said. He
pulled my ass open. "Yeah, there's plenty of room inside there, all we
gotta do is get my cock past this tight rubber band you call an asshole."
He stretched me so wide with his thumbs it felt like he had
room to crawl inside me. Still holding my ass open he set his cock on
target again and shoved it in me. Darin and I both groaned at the same
time. Dave really went in. Deep. they didn't wait before they started
fucking me. Alternating at first, like two pistons working inside an
engine, one in, one out, then reverse.
"Ohhhhh, this is so fuckin' hot," Darin groaned.
"Yeah, I can feel your cock sliding back and forth on mine," said
Dave.
Then they began fucking me both at the same time. I was getting
fucked by two thick, nine-inch cocks pistoning into me at the same time and
it felt like they were tearing me apart but my asshole stayed squeezed
right around their dual cocks. I thought they would get so excited and hot
over the new, first-time experience that they would drop their loads pretty
quick. I was wrong. They fucked my eyeballs out. Even when I shot off my
load, but they didn't stop.
Eventually, one of them shot off deep in my ass, I couldn't tell
which one, but he didn't loose his hardon and he kept right on fucking
me. Their cocks slid back and forth against each other, lubricated by
thick, boy come. They fucked my brains out. I shot off another load. They
kept fucking me. They fucked me a new, super-sized asshole. My asshole
was starting to feel numb, yet there was good feeling there. I felt hot
come spurting in my ass again; I didn't know which one of them shot
it. They fucked my asshole to mush. It was so stretched and relaxed that
they could have done somersaults in there. They could have pulled out and
drove a Mack truck up my asshole. I wondered if it would close up; how
long it would take. They weren't brutal; they were just lusty teenagers.
Before long I lost awareness of everything around me. My whole being was
in my ass and the two big, young cocks pounding it. I closed my eyes and
floated off and let them use me. It was a wonderful form of slavery.
I was still off somewhere in lust-la-la land when they were
finally finished.
"Hey, Dell," I heard someone say.
Slowly, I came back to reality, my asshole clenching at the
air. None of the circle of my sphincter seemed to touch.
"Hey, Dell, you okay?" one of them asked.
I shook my head and raised up.
"Geezuss, you should see his asshole," Dave said.
"Goddam, we fucked him a new one. Shit, I hope it closes
up." Then he poked at my gaping ass with his fingers. Three at first, then
he worked all five inside me. "Shit, I think I could put my whole hand in
there." Having voiced it, he had to find out. I stayed crouched over and
let the boy twist and work his hand through my sphincter. I gasped and
tossed my head back when I felt his fist clench up inside me and I squeezed
my asshole as hard as I could around his wrist.
"That went in pretty easy," he said. Then slowly, he shoved
his fist up inside my ass.
I tossed my head back in pure ecstasy and groaned as he opened his
fist. "Ohhh, Goddddd!" I cried out in disbelief. I thought I would've been
numb by now, but his fingers were finding nerve endings that were wide
awake. He found my prostate and I nearly screamed.
"Is that the spot you were talking about?" he asked as he
dug his fingers around in the sponge of my prostate.
"Ohh, Godddd!!!!" I choked on my outcry and clenched my
teeth against the terrible pleasure that was searing my body. He kept
doing it and I thought I was going to die from the pleasure. Suddenly my
cock bolted and spewed out yet another load of thick, hot come.
"Geezusss, you made him come again!" Darin said. "He's
shooting all over me again. What're you doing to him?"
"Nothing. Just got my fist in his ass," Dave said. "I
found his prostate."
"You found the goddam mother lode is what you did," Darin
said.
"I wonder how much he can take?" Dave muttered. And he went
on to find out. As I was coming again for the Nth time, Dave shoved his
hand deeper into my guts. I'd never done this before, and my mind was
amuck with lust and fear, but I let him do it. I couldn't have stopped him
if I wanted to. Not as long as he was making me feel like this. I felt
his fist go deeper, my asshole riding higher around his thick forearm,
stretching my sphincter now, propelling his fist even deeper. My climax
began to subside and with it the desire to be so wonderfully brutalized. I
reached back to stop him. I was astounded to feel his elbow! He had his
entire forearm in my ass!
"Oh, Geezusss!" I gasped.
"Yeah, I've got my whole fucking arm in your ass," he
said. "Wonder if you could take my bicep."
"No! Don't try it!" I gasped as I reached back to urge him
to take his fist out. I kept hold of his arm to make him do it
slowly. Thankfully, he had his arm and his fist removed before my lust died
down completely. I think he purposely clenched his hand into a fist to pull
it back through my sphincter. It felt like he was going to pull my ass
inside out.
"Goddam, Dell, your ass is really wide open now!" he
exclaimed. "I could shove a baseball bat in there."
"Not this time," I said quickly when I saw him looking
around the room. I glanced at my watch. They weren't done. They both
fucked me again. By they time they were finally finished, they had fucked
me for nearly two hours! I was exhausted from sheer pleasure.
With that experience, the boys had a certain control over me. I
relinquished my adult power over them and they used it on me. They made
their desires and demands known without hesitation and I succumbed like a
helpless slave. I let them do anything they wanted to do. Except the
baseball bat. I did noticed, though, that Travis's aluminum bat had
mysteriously appeared, left standing in the corner. But I let them take
turns fisting me when they wanted to. Once, Dave managed to shove his arm
in past his elbow. I was gasping with fright, but I didn't tell him to
stop. I wanted to see how far he could reach. I felt the hard bulge of his
bicep flexing against my asshole. I held my breath as he pushed harder.
"Ohh, Goddd!" I whimpered. "Ohhh, Goddd, don't tear me up."
"Naw, I won't," he said. "I just wanta see if you can take my
bicep; I won't go in any deeper than that."
I was trembling with fearful anticipation as he stretched my
asshole unmercifully with his bicep. I didn't know where his fist was.
"That's about as deep as I oughta go," he said. Then he began
flexing his bicep.
"Ohhh...Ohh, Godd...Ohhhh, fuckkk...Ohhh...Ohhh, shit, I can't take
it any more! Ohh, Godd...you're gonna make me come!"
I shot off so hard my entire body jolted with each spurt. It was
the most intense, incredible climax I'd ever experienced. I didn't think I
was going to stop, and I wondered where all the semen was coming from.
Finally, I reached the peak and slowly began the descent back down into
reality. I was still shaking uncontrollably as the boy started pulling his
arm out of me.
"Take it slow," I begged.
"Yeah, I will. I don't wanta pull your asshole inside out," he
said with a chuckle.
Despite my newfound slave mentality, it wasn't all one sided. They still
liked to get fucked and liked for me to suck them off and eat their asses,
which I did with a voracious appetite. Sex with the boys was almost seven
days a week, and I was getting concerned about my own son, Travis, arriving
to live with me. It would all have to come to an abrupt halt. The boys
worried about it, too.
"What're we going to do when you son comes?" Dave asked one
time when we were all lying on his bed after a wild fuck session.
"Nothing," I replied. "Absolutely nothing. This all stops
and he can never know."
"What if he sees us across the driveway?" Darin asked.
"You said you might change rooms with him, put him in your room."
"No, he stays right here. And I'll keep my blinds pulled
down. It would be good if you guys moved your bed away from the window,
too."
"Actually, we were thinking we would like for him to see
us, like you did."
"No, don't do that," I said.
"Did you ever think about doing it with him?" Darin asked.
"Absolutely not," I lied.
"Well, I don't know what it would hurt if the two of us got
something going with him, if he was so inclined. He still wouldn't have to
know about you."
"I don't think he is so inclined, and I don't want you boys
trying to find out," I said firmly. "Maybe we can still find some time
together, when Travis is off doing something, but it can't be like it has
been."
"I can't wait to meet him," Darin said.
"Is that m-e-e-t him, or m-e-a-t- him?" Dave asked
jokingly.
I set about preparing for Travis' arrival in six days. I cleaned his room
good so it wouldn't smell like sweat and come. I bought some new workout
clothes for him and laid them on the bench. He'd said he wanted to try to
put on some more weight so I stocked the pantry with bodybuilding
supplements. Dave and Darin bought some posters and pictures of
bodybuilders to hang on his wall.
I had to get rid of my gay books and magazines and videos. I was
going to throw them out but the boys came over when I was going through
them and they begged me for them.
"You can't take this stuff into the house. What if your
aunt finds it?"
"There's an opening to the attic in our room, and she won't
fit through the hole," Darin said.
"What about your dad?"
"His shoulders won't fit through the opening," Dave said.
"Okay, but you don't take them till your aunt is out of the
house," I said. "And if anybody discovers them, you didn't get them from
me."
The last thing was to stock the refrigerator and pantry
with Travis' favorite foods. I gave the house one last good cleaning and I
was ready for him.
I wondered what he looked like now. The last picture he
sent was early in the summer, wearing a pair of athletic shorts and
sneakers and a baseball cap. He was all sweaty; the picture was taken
right after he and some boys had finished playing basketball. He was
already up to one-eighty-five and built like a young god at the time the
picture was taken. What must he look like now? How was I going to cope
with having the young stud under my roof, especially after being so
accustomed to letting my lust run rampant with the twins.
Dave and Darin knew the day he was coming and they were as
anxious as I was. Too anxious. I was worried what they might do or say;
the way they dropped little hints all the time. They hounded me for one
last round of hot sex in the weight room before Travis arrived to take it
over. I had already cleaned the room but they were too much to resist when
they showed up in their skimpy, too-small gym shorts and no shirts. It was
the first time they brought poppers. I was surprised. They said they had
just discovered the stuff from some guys in the locker room at school and
wanted me to try it with them. I'd used poppers on a few occasions and I
loved the effect but not the after effects. I never seemed to be able to
measure the dosage correctly and I always took too much and got a terrific
headache afterwards. But I used it with the boys. This would be our last
time for a long time and I wanted it to be a ball-buster.
We started out with the usual routine. I sucked their
cocks and ate their tight little asses. I fucked them then they returned
the favor. They finished each round by double-fucking my ass. I was lying
on the floor on a mat with my legs cocked up and my asshole gaping wide
open from being double-fucked by the two young studs, catching my breath. I
half expected, half wanted .to be fist-fucked but I wouldn't ask for it.
Then I saw Dave standing over me with Travis's baseball bat in his hand.
Oh, no, I thought. He's not thinking about trying to use it on me. He
hefted the weight of the bat and ran his hand up and down the smooth shaft
a couple of times. I cocked my head with a wary frown as he smiled down at
me.
"Wanta try this?" he asked.
"I don't think so," I replied I said warily.
"Last time we asked you, you said "not yet" so when?" Darin
reminded me.
"Yeah, if not now, when? Your son is coming home," Darin
put in.
Dave wasn't paying any attention to me anyway. He had
wiped off the bat with his jockstrap and now he was squeezing oil on it.
As he worked the oil up and down the bat his brother squirted oil up inside
my ass.
"Look, guys, I don't think this is a good idea," I protested but I
was nearly trembling with excitement.
"You might need some more lube for this," Dave said, totally
ignoring me.
Nothing I could say would make any difference to them. I'd
already said I wasn't going to let them do it, but I was, and they knew it.
They well knew that I was little more than a slave to their lustful young
bodies. I sort of gasped in a quick breath of air as Dave came over and
knelt down on the mat with the bat in his hand.
"Turn over," he said.
Yeah, I said I wasn't going to do it, but I scrambled over
onto my hands and knees like a puppy trying to please its master. Darin
handed me the opened bottle of poppers.
"You might need this," he said.
I sucked in several hits of the stuff and sailed off into a
madness that I hoped I would be able to return from.
"Come on, do it before the poppers wear off," Darin told
his brother.
"This ain't gonna be any trouble at all," Dave said as he plugged
the opening of my ass with the end of the bat. The big end.
I hung my head and braced myself. My asshole began to
stretch around the blunt end of the bat as Dave twisted it against my
asshole. It hurt a little but the bat wasn't so much bigger than both of
the teenagers cock, and no bigger than Dave's arm. I was psyching myself
up for it when suddenly it was in me and my asshole was locking around it.
"Take it...slow!" I whined.
He took it slow and easy, working it in and out, going in a
little more each time.
"Ohh, Ohh, Geezusss!" I whined as he began twisting it
around in circles.
"You like that?"
"No. No, but it....Godd, it feels good!"
He shoved the bat deeper. It hit something and I winced.
Dave gently probed and worked the bat past the object and shoved it even
deeper. I finally had the good sense to reach around and see how much of
the baseball bat was inside me; there was no way I could take it all the
way.
"Oh, Godd!" I whimpered as I groped my hand up and down the
bat that was sticking out of my ass. At the same time, Dave was shoving it
in deeper and I could feel my asshole closing around the smaller
circumference. I reached to find the end of the bat...and found it.
"Oh, Geezuss, that's enough!" If I was able to reach the
end of the bat, that meant there was at least more than half of it up
inside me.
"Fuck, you already took more than I thought you could,"
Dave said.
Very slowly, he began to pull the bat back out of my ass in
a circular motion. I wanted him to take it all the way out but he shoved
it back in and began fucking me with it. I was scared of what it might be
doing to my insides but it was feeling so damned good I didn't much give a
dam at the moment. Then he started twirling it around, causing a wonderful
irritation of my sphincter muscle.
"OHHH....Ohhh, Godddddd....Ohhhh, My Godd, that feels so
good!!!"
He combined the twirling with gentle deep thrusts, followed
by lobbing the dam thing around like a club in the wind and still twirling
it around at the same time. I was afraid I wasn't going to remain sane.
David gave me the poppers, which I sucked in with great satisfaction.
After awhile my ass began to get sore and I made him stop. It wasn't like
two pliable cocks, or even his arm.
"That was fuckin' awesome," Darin said as he pulled the
ball bat out of my ass.
"Yeah, I'm gonna try it on you sometime," I growled weakly.
It felt like my asshole was turned inside out and I reached back to check.
It felt fine. Wide open and loose, but okay. My cock was throbbing so
hard it ached as I felt of my asshole. I shoved several fingers inside
me. I needed something more.
"Want us to double-fuck you again while you're so stretched
open?" Darin asked, and before I could answer, the boys were dragging me
into position to fuck me again, both of them at the same time.
"Shit, there's room for the whole damned team in there,"
David said.
There was indeed plenty of room and their throbbing cocks weren't
as rough as the baseball bat but I was sore. I made them stop even though I
wanted them to go on. I was still hot as a firecracker; my cock was hard as
a brick. I got up from the mat and grabbed Darin by the arm and guided him
to the workout bench. I sat astraddle the bench with his legs over my
shoulders and scooted forward to shove my cock in his ass. Dave was there
with the poppers and I was sailing and Darin was begging for my cock.
Suddenly his facial expression went sort of blank, then a scowl or
surprise. I thought I was hitting some new spot inside him.
"T-Travis...?" he stammered.
It took me a second for Darin's voice to register in my
fogged-up brain. I looked over my shoulder in the direction he was looking
and my blood froze in my veins. There was my son, standing just in the
doorway, looking as if he'd seen a ghost. His mouth was slack, as if he
might say something, but he suddenly turned and ran from the room. I heard
his footsteps skipping every other step going down the stairs. He was a
runner and I knew that by the time I got some clothes on I couldn't catch
him on foot. I threw something on and ran out to my pickup. Instinctively,
I headed for the ballpark. It's where he'd played little league, then pony
league, and where he used to hang out with his friends, and something told
me that's where he would go. There were several ball fields along with
tennis courts along the side of the park. Past the ball diamonds was a
wooded park with picnic tables, and beyond that was the woods used mostly
by teenagers to park and make out. I drove between two of the ball fields
and parked at the picnic area. I got out and headed for the woods. Well
into the woods I saw him sitting on the trunk of a big fallen tree, his
hands clasped and his head down. Dam, he was so big! His shoulders were so
broad.
"Travis."
He looked up but he didn't look at me. I walked closer.
"I knew I would find you here," I said.
"Yeah, welcome home, Travis," he said sarcastically.
"To say I can explain sounds trite, but....we have to talk."
"Talk away," he said. "Explain how a guy is supposed to feel when
he comes home and finds his dad fucking some kid in the ass."
"I can't. I wish there was something I could say."
"You're the one who said we had to talk. I sure as hell don't have
that much to say," he said.
"You must be thinking something, as my son."
"It's not about being your son; it's about you being my dad!" he
barked. "Why'd you have to do it with him? Why're you fucking a stranger?
You're as bad as....!"
"As bad as who?" I asked, and my blood froze again but I didn't
know why.
He turned away from me with a pained look on his face. I thought
he might cry. I wished he would, at least he might let me console
him. Here he was, home, and I hadn't even hugged him yet.
"Travis, what? What's happened?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"No, that's too easy. It's not nothing. Tell me what's happened
out there. If anyone hurt you..."
He gave me angry scowl.
"I know, I've hurt you. If there was any way I could undo it, I
would. But please, tell me....I've always told you could come to me any
time and talk to me about anything. This needs to be one of those times."
"Well...after what I just saw, I guess it won't shock you all that
much," he said dryly. "Hell, it may even turn you on."
"Tell me."
He was still quiet and I could tell it was taking everything he had
to work up the courage to tell me.
"It's okay, son, you can tell me," I said quietly as I stepped
closer to him. I didn't touch him, though. I suddenly felt I didn't have
the right to touch him yet.
"Well, let's just say that mom's boyfriend was more interested in
me than he was my mom."
"Travis!....what did he do? Tell me."
"I'll tell you the whole sordid story," he said with contempt. "It
started out about a month after we got out there. Mom works the night
shift a lot and one night when she was working, he came into my room. I
woke up with him on top of me; I sleep naked, and he was naked too, and he
had a hardon, rubbing it against my butt. He told me he was going to fuck
me, or I could go down on him, either way; it was my choice, but I was
going to do one or the other. Despite the way I'm built....I'm pretty
damned strong...but I was scared. He out-weighs me by about eighty pounds.
So I opted for the latter; I told him I would give him head. He turned me
over and straddled my chest and made me suck his cock. He was easy-going
that first time. He didn't make me take his load or anything, but he shot
it all over my face. But after awhile he started getting brutal and more
demanding. He would force his cock all the way down my throat and choke me
and then he would shot his load right in my mouth. He laughed when I got
up and ran to the bathroom and got sick the first time he did it. He acted
like he was pissed that I got sick and wasted his load. Next time, he said
he would fix that and he made me swallow it before he let me up. He
wouldn't let me go till I did. I still got sick, but I waited till he went
back downstairs before I went in and puked up my socks."
"The son-of-a-...!"
Travis put up his hand to quiet me. "I'm not done. Let me finish,"
he said. "Pretty soon, he got bored with the same old thing and he said he
was going to fuck me. I was scared but he was on top of me that time and
poking his fingers in my ass with some kind of lube and then all of a
sudden I felt his cock going in me. He shoved his cock in me." He paused,
as if he had to take time to find some more courage. "I never had anything
hurt so bad in my life," he went on. "He used a condom that first time,
but he said he hated condoms so after that he showed me how to clean myself
out so he wouldn't have to use one. He liked shooting his load inside me."
He paused, as if he might choke.
"Can I speak now?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess I've pretty much covered it," he said.
"How often did this happen?" I asked, barely able to find my own
voice.
"Almost every night my mom worked nights. One week straight out of
every month plus other nights when she would fill in for other
people...eight, nine, maybe a dozen times a month."
"Geezuss. Why didn't you call me? I would have been out there, or
sent you a ticket home."
"He told me if I left before it was time for me to come back here,
or if I told anybody, he would really hurt me. He also said he would tell
mom, and you, and my friends what we were doing. So I didn't say anything.
I just waited till I could come here." He snorted and laughed. "And the
first thing I see is my dad fucking some kid in the ass."
I hung my head, able to offer no defense.
"Don't look so down, maybe it's a sick twist of fate. I guess you
wouldn't have ever known anything about me if I hadn't walked in on you.
The subject would've never come up," he said. "I was thinking all the way
home how great it was going to be; you and me together again, I could get
away from that bastard....how I would come in and we would hug....but
instead, I find you hugging some little stud with your cock up his ass."
"I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow," I offered. It was lame.
"Obviously," he said.
"I want to make it up to you, son, if you'll let me. Come home
with me, Travis. Let's try to make a new start. I think we both need that;
a new start together. No matter what you think of me, now, you need a
place to live, and I want you home more than anything in the world. You
can't go back out there."
"No, I'll never go back there, not even to visit. If mom wants to
see me, she'll have to meet me someplace in the middle of the country,
without him. I don't ever want to see him again."
"And you don't have to. So, let's go home."
He didn't move.
"Regardless of what you think of me, Travis, you need and you have
a place to live. You can put me out of your life if you want. I'll stay
out of your way as much as I possibly can with both of us under the same
roof. Hate me if you will; I'll try not to exist." It was the most
heart-breaking words I'd ever spoken or heard.
Finally, he stood up from the log and we walked back to the truck
together.
"I don't hate you, dad," he said quietly as I was driving out of
the park. "I've been looking forward to getting here for so long."
"I'm sorry I disappointed you."
"I didn't say you disappointed me," he said. "You surprised me."
"I'm going to make it up to you, somehow, in my own way, whether
you let me or not," I said.
We were at least on civil speaking terms when we got back to the
house. I took him through the place, and showed him all I'd done to get
ready for him. I showed him all the bodybuilding supplements and the
refrigerator full of food. I took him upstairs to show him his room again.
"I was going to put you in the room across the hall and take this
room for myself, but while I was taking the rental truck back the day I
moved in, the boys carried the weights in and set your bed up in here."
"The boys...the two guys that were here?"
"Yes," I said meekly. "They said you would probably like it, being
a jock, having your weights right in your room."
"Yeah, I do, it'll be handy," he said, looking around.
"They brought over the pictures and posters, too. If you don't
like it, or you don't like sleeping with a bunch of weights, we can trade
rooms."
"No, it's neat, like sleeping in the gym. I want to leave
everything like it is."
"Look, Travis....these two boys have been so anxious to meet
you....but I understand if you don't want to....."
"No, I'll meet them. I just need some time to adjust to...well, to
everything. How old are they, by the way?"
"Just turned eighteen. They're seniors. They said you probably
wouldn't want to be caught talking to lowly high schoolers, you being in
college."
"I was in high school once," he said.
"It's going to be strange, having you around the house," I said.
"Yeah. But I'm looking forward to it, despite everything."
"Good. That's all I can ask. I know you might never be able to
adjust to the fact that your father leans towards guys, but I want you to
make this your home, with or without me in your life."
"I don't love you any less, dad," he said. "I was just stunned at
what I saw."
"Thanks for that," I said.
I didn't invite the twins over right away. Travis and I went out to eat.
He wanted to go to a hamburger place where he used to hang out but I told
him it wasn't there anymore. We went to a place called Ryan's where he
could eat anything and all he wanted. He got my money's worth. It was the
first I had a chance to really look at him, when he went back several times
to refill a clean plate. His hips looked so lean and narrow compared to
the breadth of his back and shoulders. His butt looked tight and hard,
packed inside his nicely-worn jeans. His thighs strained against the legs
of his jeans, as did his biceps against the sleeves of his Hollister
T-shirt. His chest was broad, his pecs high on his rib cage and the shirt
hung loose down from his pecs, over his abs, obviously no excess weight
around his middle. I wondered how I was going to survive having him
around, especially knowing what we knew about each other. I longed to see
him naked, and I knew I would, but I also knew it could lead to nothing;
that I would have to be very careful even over such a minor thing as seeing
him in the bathroom, in order not to make him uncomfortable. He had been
through so much with his step-dad, Jim; I wanted desperately for him to be
able to bring himself back to normalcy.
When we got back home, he wanted to shower and go to bed. He was
tired from the flight and the jet lag. I didn't even go upstairs with him.
I thought I should leave him to himself, so I stayed downstairs and looked
at the TV. I didn't watch it, I just sat there looking at the damned
thing. I was surprised when he appeared in the arched doorway, stark naked.
"Just wanted to say good-night," he said.
I couldn't help looking at him but I tried not to gape.
"Good-night, son."
"I hope it's okay if I sleep like this? I got into the habit."
"Certainly. I sleep the same way," I told him.
"Yeah, I remember. That's where I got it," he said.
"It's good to have you home, Son."
"Thanks. It's good to be home."
"Are you sure?" I asked, for I was still upset and worried about
what he'd walked into.
"Yes. Like I said, I just need some time to adjust my mind, that's
all."
"You've got all the time in the world."
He turned and walked toward the stairs. My eyes were glued to his
beautiful tight, naked butt and those long, muscular thighs. I looked back
at the TV, not seeing anything except Travis's incredibly beautiful body.
He looked like a god. And his cock! Godd, he had grown! It looked like
it hung half way to his knees. I gulped down the spit that had built up in
my mouth.
When I went up to bed, the twins were at their window. They waved
when they saw me. I waved back and pulled my blind down. I hated to
appear rude but I was worried that I'd left it up for Travis to possibly to
see what went on over there. I slept a fitful sleep. All I could see when
I closed my eyes, or opened them, was my beautiful, muscle-stud son.
Next morning Travis came out of his room naked, his cock
swinging like a huge sausage. Godd, how big was he, I wondered. I'd never
seen such a big cock. I waited till he was finished with the bathroom
before I went in.
"I hope its okay if I run around naked here, too," he said. "I
couldn't do that out there, for obvious reasons."
"This is your home, you make yourself as comfortable as you want,"
I said.
After breakfast I decided we should get Travis ready for going back
to school so that was out of the way. That mostly meant new clothes. We
went to the mall and I headed straight to Hollisters. It was fun watching
the female clerks eye-balling him when he walked in. One of the guys was
giving him the eye, too. But one of the girls beat him to the punch.
"Anything I can help you with?" she asked in a friendly and her
best come-on smile.
He was going to get good service.
"I'm just laying out some stuff I want to try on," he said.
"Five items at a time," she said. "Getting ready for school?" Her
name tag read Lindy.
"Yeah, isn't everybody?" he said.
"What year?" Lindy asked.
"First year college."
"Oh. I thought you were probably a junior."
"Don't rush it," he said.
It was hard to tell if she was disappointed or more impressed that
she'd found such a young stud. I noticed the way she lingered about a
half-step behind Travis so she walked him back to the dressing rooms so she
could eye his butt.
The male clerk....his name tag said Cody....was taking notice, too.
The girl and I chatted small talk while we waited for Travis to come out.
Cody came back to join us, I suspected so he could get a close-up view.
Travis came out wearing the faded, worn-look jeans and a T-shirt he'd taken
in. I thought the jeans looked a little too worn and faded, but I didn't
say anything.
"Is that a good fit, or do you need a small size?" Lindy asked as
she stepped up and shoved four fingers down inside the waist of his jeans.
"I always have plenty of room around my waist," Travis said. "But
if I get a smaller waist size, they don't fit in the thighs and the butt."
Lindy punched her fingers against his stomach and said, "Nice abs,"
then peered around at his backside and gave an approving smile. "I see
what you mean back there."
"What do you think, dad?"
"Whatever fits," I said with a shrug.
It was a good day together. It gave me hope for the days to come.
David and Darin waited as long as they could before they finally made
themselves known, without my invitation. They came around to the deck a
couple of days later when Travis and I were having a beer.
"We thought we should wait till you got settled in, which you must
be by now," David said as he stepped up on the deck. "I'm David. This is
my brother, Darin," he said, and both boys put out their hands.
"Yes, we've, uh....sort of met," Travis said.
"Yeah, I guess we did already, but..." He shrugged and laughed,
rather nervously. "We wanted to make it official."
The two boys seemed to hold back and keep a respectable distance,
as if they were afraid of Travis, and I didn't invite them to stay. I
wasn't sure Travis would be comfortable with that. But it was Travis who
put them at ease.
"I like what you guys did to my room," he said.
They broke out in smiles.
"We knew you would, being a jock and all," David beamed.
"You guys want something to drink?" Travis asked.
"Sure."
"Not beer," I said.
"You don't have to get up, we can get it," Dave told Travis.
It was a surprisingly comfortable conversation that ensued,
considering how we got off on the wrong foot. The boys talked about school
and the twins were almost obvious with their adoration of Travis. I was
pleased that Travis was being so cordial and downright nice to them; to two
boys who had more or less invaded and taken over his space when he wasn't
there. Then it suddenly dawned on me that the reason he was being so nice
just might be because he wanted them! Here were two hunky younger
teenagers who practically idolized him, they were handy, right across the
drive and he knew they were very available. I had to wonder if he wanted
to fuck them! My heart pounded at the thought.
His mother and Jim got married. She called to ask Travis to come to the
wedding but he wouldn't even talk to her.
"What have you done to him?" she demanded of me in an angry tone.
"What have you been saying to poison him against me in such a short time?"
"The poisoning pretty much took place out there with you
and that bastard you're going to marry," I said.
"How dare you! How dare he! Jim was nothing but good to that boy.
He gave him everything he wanted. Why, he was like a..."
"DON'T...say it," I cut in sharply. "Do not say it."
She sighed with resignation. "I just don't understand, Travis was
perfectly fine when he left here."
"No, he wasn't," I said. "Maybe he'll talk to you about it sometime
Meanwhile, have a good life. But you tell that son-of-a-bitch that if he
ever comes near Travis or tries to contact him, I'll kill him." And I
would've.
Jim was killed in a car crash a few days after they got married. I
was surprised Travis wanted to go but I went with him to Jim's funeral.
Not out of respect, not even for his mother. I went for him, still not
understanding why he felt the need to go. I found out. We were at the
casket, and his mother was wiping tears and squeezing his hand and mine.
"I'm so glad you came, Travis."
"The only reason I came, Mom, was to make sure he's dead. I wanted
to see with my own two eyes, the bastard lying in his casket."
His words cut through her, causing a painful look of horror
and shock and surprise.
"Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime," he said. He told
her goodbye then and we left the wake. We didn't stay for the funeral. We
went directly to the airport to catch a flight back home. I sort of felt
sorry for the woman, but I understood the boy's anger and I respected his
decision.
Travis decided that the best way to put it all behind him and get
on with his life was to sever all ties with his mother, at least for
awhile. I hated that he would cause her further pain, but I didn't
question his decision; I had no right to. I had my own private little hell
to deal with.
Travis and I never spoke of the situation he walked in to when he
arrived. School started and he easily made a lot of friends. He became
friends with David and Darin, I think mostly because we were neighbors, and
there was still that lingering thought in the back of my mind that he
wanted to have sex with them.
Gradually, the twins felt more comfortable about coming around to
hang out and work out, with Travis's permission, of course, since it was
now his room. I found myself wondering if the boys had tried anything with
him and didn't tell me, and if he might have succumbed. I wanted to ask but
I didn't. I could only hope; and if it happened, that maybe they would
invite me in on it. I was sure David and Darin would if Travis would let
them.
I got my answer and my wish in due time. Actually, it was
more than I dared wish for. I was still in awe of Travis and his muscular
build and most of all his big cock. I suppose big might have been an
understatement, although I didn't know how big he got when he was hard.
All I knew was what I saw on a regular basis in his natural state, swinging
out between his legs, bigger than any man had a right to wish for. I was
envious that he was bigger than me. It came up as a matter of conversation
one night when I went into the bathroom to take a piss. Travis had just
gotten out of the shower and was bent over with one foot cocked up on the
side of the tub, drying his leg. I was still standing at the toilette and
when he turned around his cock swing around and smacked against my thigh.
"Sorry."
"You need to get that thing registered as a lethal weapon,"
I said, laughing.
"Yeah, things sort of got out of hand," he said, looking a
little embarrassed as he put his towel around his waist. I gave him a
confused, questioning look and he went on. "A couple of us guys saw those
ads for enlargement pills and we decided to order some. A three-months
supply. Then I saw an ad for the patches and I ordered those. I shouldn't
have used them at the same time. They sort of worked."
"Geez, Travis, from what I remember of the last time I saw
you, that's the last thing you needed," I said.
"I know. But, you know, guys always want to get bigger.
Everywhere."
"How much bigger did you get?" I asked.
He swallowed and his face flushed more, as if he were too
embarrassed to answer. He sort of laughed but it faded to a smile, and that
faded, too.
"Four inches," he said. "And I got bigger around."
"Four inches! More? You were already bigger than most
grown men when I last saw you in the shower," I said.
"That was on top of my natural growth," he went on. "And I
don't know if I'm done growing. I hate to think what I'll be when I'm
twenty or so."
"Four inches....on top of what?" I asked.
"On top of nine," he replied.
My mouth dropped. "Holy BeGezuss Son! If my math is
correct...."
"Yeah," he said. "Thirteen inches."
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't get my words
untangled from the thoughts going around in my head. Godd, I wanted to see
it! I wanted to feel it! I wanted it!
"Has it caused you any problems?" I asked, as calmly as I
could. "Besides being heavy to carry around."
He laughed. "No, not really."
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"The answer is yes," he said. "I lost my virginity the
first week I was out there. It was an older girl I met on the beach. She
took me up to her beach house."
"And she was able to handle you?"
"Actually, no. But I didn't care. She handled enough. I
learned right then and there that I'll have to be pretty careful with
girls."
"Look, I don't know if there's anything that can be done about it,
but if you want, I can get an appointment with a doctor. A specialist."
"What, and have a few inches cut off? Or maybe there's a
pill that will make it shrink?"
"No, no. Just to get some advice and counseling. At your rate of
growth, Travis, you could end up...well Huge.'
"I think thirteen inches is huge," he said.
"It could have a great effect on your life. If you happened to
meet a girl and fell in love....what if she was so scared of you she
wouldn't marry you?"
"I've thought of that. Yeah, I guess it would be a good idea to
see a doctor."
I wanted to be his doctor. I wanted to examine his cock and see
for myself what kind of giant he was. I wanted to examine every inch of
his body, inside and out. But how? I made the appointment and made it
sound urgent, which got us in the following week. The doctor was too
young, I thought, to even have a license, but that might put Travis more at
ease. When I started to go in with him, the doctor stopped me.
"I don't usually allow anyone else in with a patient over eighteen,
without his permission," he said, looking at Travis.
"It's okay if he comes in with me," he said. "He knows my problem.
He's the one who made the appointment."
We sat across from a huge, cherry-wood desk and the young doctor
sat in his high-back chair, his arms behind his head and his legs splayed
out.
"So, what is the problem?" he asked.
Travis looked at me. I didn't respond. "He's talking to you," I
said.
"Well, I...I, uh...I think I'm a little over-endowed," he said.
"Well, that's a first. Usually, it's the other way around," the
doctor said. "You think you're over-endowed, compared to what, or who?" he
asked. "If you're talking about other guys in the locker room, that's not
a good basis for comparison. Boys your age can vary all over the map. They
all develop at a different pace."
"Well, that, but also, I've read that the average size is five or
six inches," Travis went on. He sounded more at ease now and relaxed with
the doctor.
"That's just what it says; an average. But all right, if you're
concerned, tell me, how do you compare with that standard?"
"Double. More than double," he replied.
The doctor tried not to look surprised but he obviously was.
"That would make you over twelve inches long," he drawled in a tone
of disbelief.
"Over thirteen inches," Travis said.
"Whew! Well, that is big. But it doesn't make you a freak." He
looked at me. "Are you well-endowed?" he asked.
"Yes, but not that well," I said. I glanced over at Travis.
"Maybe you need to tell him about the pills."
He lowered his head with that same flushed look of embarrassment.
"Enlargement pills?" the doctor guessed.
He nodded. "Yes. And patches."
"At the same time?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I never really believed those things work. There's no
scientific studies or evidence."
"I'm carrying around the evidence between my legs," Travis said.
"His concern, doctor, is that he's that big and he might not be
done growing."
"You're probably not," the doctor agreed.
"And if I meet a girl....hell, I don't want her to run off
screaming," Travis said.
The doctor laughed softly and put is hands on his desk. "You're not
telling me you're a virgin," he said with a look of skepticism.
"No, I meant a girl I might fall in love with."
"I would've found that hard to believe. A guy with your looks and
your build, not to mention your equipment, probably has to carry a club to
beat them off."
"I already am, carrying a club," Travis joked.
"That's good; don't loose your sense of humor over it," the doctor
said as he stood up and came around the desk and parked his tight butt on
the edge, squarely in front of us.
"You have a problem that millions of men would kill to have," he
said. "But what you perceive as a problem, or a potential problem, others
may well see it as a blessing. Women and girls are different. Some are
quite satisfied and happy with a man with a small or average-size cock.
You don't mind if I use the vernacular, do you? I hate penis. It's so
clinical, and I know of nobody who calls it that."
"No, I don't mind. I never call it that myself," Travis said.
"Dad taught me to call it my cock."
The doctor smiled and nodded his approval. "Women have been known
to divorce over a man's cock being too small. That's a rather shallow
reason, but it does happen. There are some women who play the field and
search out a man who is big enough to satisfy her. That's a bit crass.
It's like trying every stallion that comes your way till you find one that
fits. But to each his own. My advice to you is, be careful and gentle and
easy with a girl. If she's a virgin, be especially considerate. After
all, you don't have to use every inch to get satisfaction. The feelings
are in the head. And I'm talking about the head that rests on your
shoulders, not the one on the end of your cock," he said. "All the rest is
a power thing. And your chances are just as good that you will find a
woman who will be more than delighted with your equipment and be able to
handle it quite nicely, once she gets used to it."
"What about in two or so, when I might add another two or three
inches through natural my growth?" Travis said.
"Well, that's far from a hopeless situation. It sounds like you
would have had more than your share of manhood without the use of
enhancements, but be proud of what you've got. Proud and responsible." He
smiled a knowing smile as he stood up. "Well, you have my advice, but I
would like to take down your history. I need to anyway, but I would like
to examine you, if you don't care. It's nothing clinical, really. I just
want to see for myself. It shouldn't be any different from being in the
locker room at school."
"No, except I don't run around the locker room with a hardon. And
it's thirteen inches hard."
"Can you get it hard for me?"
"Are you kidding!"
"Do you mind?"
I laughed, trying to put him at ease. "He may have to have time to
take care of it so we can get it stuffed in his jeans to walk out of here,"
I joked.
"He can have all the time he wants," the doctor said. "Do you want
to step into that room and strip down for me?"
I wondered why he wanted him to strip, just to see his cock but I
didn't ask any questions. If Travis was wondering, it was up to him to
ask. Travis went into the room.
"You have an exceptional son, there," the doctor said. "And I
don't mean just because he is so well-endowed or well built. He has the
unusual maturity to handle what he perceives to be a problem, head on."
"I'm very proud of him," I said.
"Should I come in there?" Travis called out from the room.
"Yes, please. Do you want me to ask your father to leave first?"
"No, heck, we live in the same house together," he said.
I don't know if I stifled my gasp when he came through the door,
naked except for his socks. One of us gasped, but I don't know if it was
me or the young doctor. I knew Travis was a thing of beauty; a living god,
but I was stunned by his overall beauty as he presented it to us hard. His
cock was enormous. Easily all thirteen inches he claimed, and so big around
I doubted if he, or I, could get his hand around it without squeezing
awfully tight. It stood straight out from his loins, swaying like a
battering ram, bucking upward when it throbbed.
"Well, you weren't exaggerating," the doctor said.
Travis walked rather cautiously up to the doctor.
"Do you mind if I touch you there?"
"I don't mind, you're the doctor," Travis said.
The doctor put his hand around the thick cock and moved the sheath
back and forth several times.
"MMnnnnn," Travis moaned.
"That feel good?" the doctor asked, laughing softly.
"Yes."
"Well, we all know that's normal." He pulled the sheath up to the
head then stretched it back down the shaft.
"Yes, circumcised, but left with a generous collar. It's a good
circumcision. You don't have any trouble with the foreskin being too
tight."
"No, I keep it pretty much stretched, if you know what I mean," he
said.
"That's a good idea. Do you mind if I measure you, for my
records?"
"No, I don't mind."
"Of if you've measured it recently, you can just tell me."
"I haven't measured it for a long time," he said. He laughed. "I
guess I was afraid it might have grown."
The doctor pulled a tape measure out of his desk and held the end
snugly into Travis's pubes and stretched it along the side of his cock. It
throbbed and quivered to his touch.
"Thirteen and....three eights," he said. Then he wrapped the tape
around the thick cock about midway on the shaft. "Six and seven-eights.
That's big." Then he measured around the head. "Seven and a quarter.
You'll need to be careful with that," he said. He wrote the measurements
down and made some more notes in Travis' file.
"Has your increase in size affected any other aspects of your
physical sexuality?" the doctor asked.
"I don't know what you mean," Travis said.
"I'm being too clinical. Do you notice that you come a lot more
since you've gotten so big?"
Travis shrugged. "I don't know if it's any more. It seems more
powerful....I shoot farther, I know that."
"That's because of the increased size of the barrel," the
doctor said. "Look, would you, uh...mind showing me?" he asked as he
stepped and motioned toward the door of the little room
Travis looked at me. I laughed and shrugged and nodded.
"You can't get it stuffed back in your jeans like that," I said.
"There's no need to be embarrassed," the doctor said. "It's no
different than if we were doing a sperm analysis, if you were a sperm
donor."
Travis walked toward the room, and I saw the doctor noticing his
tight, round butt. "Do you want to call me when you're ready?"
"Ready too go off, you mean?" Travis asked.
"Yes."
"I don't know if I'll know enough in advance to warn you,"
he said. "Heck, you're a doctor, you can watch if you want to."
They went into the room. They didn't close the door but I
couldn't see in without moving my chair and being obvious.
"I'll need a towel or something," Travis said.
I couldn't see Travis but I could see the young doctor leaning his
butt against the small desk with his arms crossed, watching intently. I
could tell by his face, and the soft noises, that Travis was jacking off
for him.
"Sometimes it takes me awhile," Travis said.
"Maybe I can help," the doctor said.
I was struck dumb for a second; I thought he meant he was going to
jack him off but he reached up and turned on a television set.
"Are you straight or gay?" he asked Travis.
"Straight."
"I'm going to let you watch a video that might help get you more
excited faster," he said. He leaned out of the door. "It's not your
run-of-the-mill porno video," he told me. "But it is erotic. Do you have
any objection?"
"He's a big boy. I'm sure he's seen worse," I said. I was
desperately hoping the doctor, or even Travis, would invite me in but he
didn't.
There was silence except for the soft sounds of Travis jacking off
and his breathing. After a few minutes the doctor asked, "Are you getting
close?"
"Nowhere near close," Travis said.
"Call me when you're close," the doctor said, and came back into
his office. "Yes, an exceptional young man," he said to me. "If he finds
the right woman, he's going to be phenomenal. I'm almost jealous, and I'm
well-endowed myself."
"I know the feeling," I said. "But I didn't know, first-hand, just
how big he was, till today."
"I'm...I think I'm getting pretty close," Travis said.
The doctor hurried into the room. I almost jumped up and followed
him but it would've been too perverted.
"Ohh....Oh, yeah...I'm getting there," he gasped.
"Let it go," the doctor said huskily. "Let's see it. Show me."
"OHhhh..,,Ohhh, I'm coming....I'm coming, Doc."
There was a series of gasping groans as Travis unloaded his balls.
I could only imagine what it must look like. Several minutes passed before
the moans and the soft smacking sounds of his fist died down. Finally, I
heard Travis let out a loud sigh.
"That's it, Doc. That's all I've got."
"I must say, that was very impressive," the doctor said. "You can
get dressed now."
The doctor came back into his office. His face was a little
flushed, I thought.
"That boy could populate his own country," he said, shaking his
head. "If I hadn't been holding the towel, he would've hit the wall."
I was almost squirming in my chair from excitement.
"I've never see any man come that much, or that hard. I wish I'd
caught it and measured it."
"He would probably come back in and let you do that," I said.
"I may ask him to."
Travis came out looking flushed but relaxed. His jeans were
bulging at the crotch but they were at least buttoned over his bulge.
"Well, I see you managed to get it all stuffed back in your jeans,"
the doctor joked.
"So, what now, doc?" Travis asked, brushing a hand down over the
front of his bulging jeans.
"Compared to ninety percent of the male patients that I see, you
don't have a problem. You're exceptionally large, and you are
exceptionally potent and very powerful in your delivery. The best advice I
can give you is, be a gentleman until the woman lets you know she doesn't
want you to be," he said as he dug around in his desk drawer. "I'm going
to give you a video to watch, perhaps with your dad. There is obviously a
very good relationship between the two of you so I think you can handle it
together without any embarrassment." He looked at me. "Now this is a
pornographic video. It deals with both hetero and gay sex. But I want you
to look beyond all of that, to my purpose in having you view it. It's a
composite of work done by an exceptionally well-endowed male porn star. I
want you to observe how he copes with that, and how the women in the video
handle it. You will be pleasantly surprised. You'll notice that, unlike
you, he seldom gets a full, really hard erection, which makes it easier for
the women to accommodate his exceptional size, but it will demonstrate,
overall, that you don't have near the problem you think you have; more a
blessing, in fact. Do you have any problem with this?" he asked me before
giving the video to Travis.
"No."
The doctor handed the video to Travis and stood up, indicating that
the appointment was over. I took out my checkbook but he waved it aside.
"No charge."
"Do we keep the video?" Travis asked.
"If you want to. If your dad doesn't care."
"You were going to ask Travis if he would come back?" I reminded
him.
"Oh, yes. Travis, I would like to add some more notes to your
file."
"What do you want to know?"
"When you shot off....well, it was phenomenal, to say the
least...and I wished afterwards that I had, one, measured your distance
instead of intercepting with a towel. And two, I would like to measure the
volume of your load. I was wondering if you would mind coming back in for
repeat performances."
"Both on the same day?"
"No. I want to give you time to recuperate so we can have you
full-throttle for both times."
He laughed. "I don't need a full day to get back to
full-throttle," he said.
"That makes me want to do a third experiment," he said. "Would you
be willing to come in and spend some time just jacking off?"
"It's what I do best," Travis joked.
"I want you to do it as long as you want and get off as many times
as you can, without any recuperation time. It would help me make some
judgment, perhaps, whether the enlargement aids had any effect on your
prostate."
Travis laughed. "Sure, I'll jack off as long as you want me to.
Hell, you can take pictures if you want to or invite an audience, maybe
some interns, if you want to."
The doctor's eyes lit up. "Are you serious? You wouldn't mind if
I videoed the experiments or if you had an audience?"
"Naw, I don't care. It'd be for medical science, right?"
"Yes, of course."
We were about to leave when the doctor stopped us again.
"I'm going to say one more thing, for what its worth. You're old
enough to know about gay sex," he said to Travis.
I glanced at Travis and he looked at me.
"If I'm out of line here, either one of you can jump in and stop
me."
Neither of us spoke.
"All right, I'm going to take that as permission to go on," he
said. "There are studies, not widely publicized, of course, that present
strong evidence that in general, gay males are more receptive and willing
and physically capable than women of accommodating exceptionally
well-endowed men. To put it crudely, it's a bottomless pit. What I'm
telling you is not ethical and I'm not advocating it, you understand. I'm
just throwing the information out there for you to do with what you wish.
Understand that having sex with a gay man doesn't make you gay. Its simply
an outlet."
There was a long, quiet silence, Travis and I waiting to
see if the doctor was finished, and I supposed the doctor was waiting to
get our reaction.
"Well, thank you for everything," Travis said.
"Yes, and thanks for your cooperation," the doctor said.
"Well, that was interesting," I said as we walked back to the car.
"To say the least," Travis agreed.
"Was it helpful to you?" I asked.
"Yeah, I guess, if you figure I'm going to go out looking
for some guy to fuck." He glanced at me with a funny look. "I guess I
wouldn't have to look far; just across the driveway, huh."
I had to look away, for I wasn't sure that's what he meant.
There was a safe moment as we got in the car but then we were face to face
again.
"I guess it's a viable alternative?" he asked, his voice
husky.
"I'm glad you brought it up. This is the first time we've
spoken of it," I said.
"Maybe we should have before," he said.
"Yes, I'm sure you've got questions," I said.
"Only wondering if....if you're gay," he said hesitantly.
"Are you?" I asked.
He looked hurt and I instantly regretted I'd said it. "I'm
sorry, that was out of line. I'm sorry, Son, you were a victim; you didn't
bring any of that on yourself."
"You have every right to wonder...you know, how it might've
changed me," he said.
"No, I had no right to wonder, or to ask you that," I said.
"You've been through so much...."
"It's okay, Dad. To tell the truth, I've wondered, too."
He gave me a side glance. "I didn't...I didn't tell you all of it."
"My God, what else is there?" I asked, the anger suddenly welling
up in me again. "It's a good thing the son-of-a-bitch is dead."
"He forced me so often, I...I got used to it, and there were times
when he actually made it feel good. I couldn't help it. There was
something inside me....a certain spot that sometimes drove me out of my
mind. Jim picked up on that and got so he could make me come. I hated it,
dad....I really hated him doing it and I hated that it felt good....but I
couldn't help it."
His eyes started to tear up and I put my arm across his shoulder.
"I know, it was a normal reaction to what he did to you. It doesn't make
you gay. You didn't go looking for it."
"Maybe not, but I got so I didn't mind it all that much; I
mean, I was able to resign myself to it."
"That's just what it was; resigning yourself to your fate.
Don't let this eat away at you, Travis. You've done a remarkable job of
putting it all into perspective, now put it behind you. And you might want
to discuss your past with the doctor."
"I thought about that, but I didn't have the balls to bring
it up."
"He's a doctor," I reminded him.
He looked away for a second, as if he wanted to say
something but didn't have the courage.
"Travis...?"
"I was just thinking about....about what the doctor said,
as an alternative, and....Are the twins gay; both of them?" he asked.
I laughed softly. "Yes. As gay as they come."
"Then what would be wrong with....I mean, you know I'm
sexually active, dad, and you know I won't stop, so....what the doctor
said...about sex with gay men....what would be wrong with doing that if
Dave or Darin is willing. Its not like I would be going on the prowl for
strangers."
I laughed, a good belly laugh. "Willing? They've been
drooling ever since you showed up."
"Have they said anything?"
"Everything but have me tie you down so they can get at
you," I said.
"Then maybe...maybe I oughta let them. Hell, I would be
following doctor's orders," he said with a mischievous grin.
"He suggested it as an alternative, he didn't write a prescription
for it," I said. "Its something you have to decide for yourself; I can't
make your decisions for you."
"But you influence my decisions, good or bad," he said.
"You always have. Just tell me, if....if I invited one of them to stay
over, and you knew we were having sex,..." He let his voice trail off.
"In the first place, you wouldn't get by with inviting just
one of them. They're a matched set."
"Okay, both of them," he said.
"My reaction? I don't know, Son. This isn't something I've given
any thought to."
I knew Travis wouldn't take my advice. My only problem was that I
wanted it to be me, not the twins. It was a week later when I found the
twins at my table for dinner, and learned that Travis had invited them to
spend the night as well. I was excited and disappointed. Excited that
they were in my house for the night but disappointed that it wouldn't be me
sharing Travis's bed. I wished I had the guts to suggest it, but I
couldn't be the one to suggest incest.
After supper we watched a ball game then we all went upstairs
together. The twins went into Travis's room, trying not to appear excited.
It was as if no one had a thought that there would be anything going on
when the lights went out, but I could see the boys' excitement. I was
surprised when Travis followed me into my room, and stunned at what he
said.
"Look, dad...this may be way out of line, but...well, I was
thinking...I'm obviously already aware of your relationship with the twins.
And you know full well that we're not going to be lying in bed telling
ghost stories, so....well, what I'm saying is....it wouldn't hurt, would
it, if you just happened to come in, you know, to check on things. There
are two of them."
I was stunned. Elated and gratefully stunned. I felt weak from
excitement, and I was struck dumb for a moment.
"Do you want to?" he asked. "It wouldn't have to look like it was
arranged. You could just sort of wander into my room, you know, come over
and check on all the noise or something, then just stay and let things take
their course."
I was nodding even before I found my voice. "All
right...yeah....I'll be over...we'll see what happens."
"Great." He smiled and started to leave.
"Travis." He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Thanks for
asking."
"Sure. Give us a little bit to break the ice," he said.
I laughed. "By the time you get across the hall, the ice will be
melted."
I was beside myself with excitement; I was practically shaking. I
was going to be in the same bed, sharing sex with my son! There was a
stabbing pang of guilt as I thought of Jim and all the terrible things he
had done to him. How was I any better? But Travis had asked me. And I
wouldn't be having sex with him; only sharing his experience with the
twins.
Travis left my door and his open. A few minutes later, as the boys
were all evidently undressing I heard Dave and Darin's surprised gasps and
remarks.
"Dam! Is that thing for real?"
"Holy Shit, Travis, that belongs on a horse!"
I heard him laugh, then the sounds of the boys getting into bed,
wrestling for a place in the bed.
"Fuck, you're built!" one of them said. "Is it okay if we feel
your muscles?"
"Sure, but look at you guys," Travis said.
"You can feel our muscles, too, if you want to," Dave said,
jokingly.
"Yeah, you can feel anything you want," Darin chimed in. "Man, feel
these abs. Fuck, feels like a brick street."
"Feel his pecs. He's got bigger tits that Sandy Mitchell, Dave
said. "Hey, feel this, do you think you could handle that, Darin?"
"I would gladly die trying," said Darin.
I wondered if Travis had a hardon. I didn't know how much of a
`little bit' Travis meant for them to break the ice, but it sounded like it
was crumbling and I was dying to join them.
Part II
After awhile it became a challenge of sorts, to see how long I
could hold out before rushing across the hall. I could hear their giggles
and moans of excitement, as I'm sure Travis intended.
"Hey, you didn't close the door," I heard one of the boys gasp.
"It's okay," Travis said. "Dad probably shut his door."
"Well, keep the noise down," Dave said.
"You really think dad doesn't know what's going on in here?" Travis
said. "Did you forget how we met in the first place?"
"Ohhh, you've got the biggest, most beautiful cock I ever dreamed
of," Darin said.
"MMmnnnnnn...Awwhhhhhhhhh!"
It was Travis moaning.
"That feel good?"
"Aww, you know it. Go down on it a little more...UUhhnnnnnnn."
"I can't take all of it this way," Darin said. "I wish I could."
"I can't either...not this way," Dave said.
"Oh, is there another way?" Travis asked.
"You know there is," Dave giggled. "You walked in on us and your
dad."
"Can you take it all that way?" Travis asked.
"I don't know, but I want to try."
"Hey, I brought some poppers," Dave whispered. "You ever use
poppers?"
"I'm not the one who's going to need poppers," Travis said. "Do I
need to use a condom?"
"Do they even make condoms to fit you?" Dave asked.
I wondered the same thing, how far even an extra large condom would
roll down on his cock.
"You don't need one, we got ready for this before we came over,
hoping something might happen," said Darin.
"Who wants to go first?" Travis asked.
They took a moment to decide then Dave told Darin he could go
first. I was ready to go in. I wanted to see the young teenager take
Travis's thirteen-inch cock in his ass. I didn't believe he could but if he
did, I wanted to witness the event. I heard Darin taking a hit of the
poppers. After that I heard some grunts and groans and a couple of muffled
outcries, like tiny screams in a pillow. I couldn't wait any longer. I
shoved my stiff cock down where it belonged and went across the hall. I
was absolutely bowled over by what I saw.
The twins registered surprise at seeing me, but they didn't say
anything.
"Dad," Travis said, calmly and it put the twins at ease.
I stood gaping at them. Travis was lying on his back with Darin
astraddle him, nervously working his way down onto my son's huge cock. He
had well more than half of it inside him. That much I knew would be no
problem for him, because he'd taken that much and more of my cock. But he
had to be nervous over what was left to yet to go. I sat on the edge of
the bed to watch. Dave came over and got down between my legs and began
sucking my cock. It was a thrill like no other time, getting my cock
sucked with my son watching, and me watching him fuck another guy.
Darin's big cock stuck out between his legs over Travis' stomach,
throbbing with his excitement from impaling himself on Travis's huge
cock. I wondered what Travis would think if I leaned over and sucked it. I
didn't do it. I didn't think it was time for my participation yet.
From the grimaces of pain on his face, I knew Darin encountered
several obstacles, but he was determined to go all the way. At one point
when he stopped with a wincing pain Travis stopped him.
"Hey, don't kill yourself. You don't have to go all the way down
on it."
"Oh yeah...yeah, I do," Darin said breathlessly. "You just hit
something, that's all. You're past it now."
I thought about what the doctor had said about a man's ass being a
bottomless pit. I had to ease Dave off of my cock several times to keep
from going off. He was good, and on top of that, just watching Travis and
Darin was making me so hot.
"Geezusss," Dave whispered, raising up from my cock as he gaped at
his brother. "It looks like he's taking it!"
"Aw, he's taking it all right," Travis moaned.
"Just tell me....I'm afraid to look....how much more is there?"
Darin asked.
"Two, three inches," Travis said.
"Oh, Godd....I feel like I'm going burst apart now," the boy said.
"I don't know if I can get all the way down on it."
"I told you, you didn't have," Travis said.
"Come on, pussy-boy, you can take it," Dave chided him.
"Pussy-boy, your ass. He's got thirteen fuckin' inches! It's not
like taking that little pussy cock of yours."
We all laughed at that. The boys didn't have little pussy-cocks.
They were a good nine inches themselves, but four or five inches stacked on
top of eight or nine was a challenge for anyone. We watched in amazement
and with great excitement as Darin slowly and carefully forced himself the
rest of the way down on Travis's thick cock.
"Ohhh....Ohhh, I can feel your hairs, finally," Darin gasped
excitedly.
"Yeah, you're there, man, just settle down on it," Travis said,
reaching up to put his hands on Darin's shoulders, to urge him down
tightly.
His young, tender ass swallowed the last of the huge cock and Darin
pressed his butt down hard on Travis's thighs.
"OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned. "OHhhhhhh, Godd, I took it!"
"Shit, did you ever!" Travis exclaimed. His face was a mask of
unbridled lust and disbelief. "Shit! That feels so good! Incredible!
This is the first time anybody ever took my cock all the way to my balls.
It's the first time I ever experienced total penetration."
"Dammit, I wish it'd been me," Dave swore.
"Yeah, who's the pussy-boy now?" Darin said.
I wished I had been his first but I didn't say it out loud.
Darin paused a moment to let his insides become accustomed to the
huge intruder that had bored so deeply in his body.
"Ohh, I can feel it throbbing, way up inside me, shit, feels like
its in my throat. It feels so good. How does it feel for you, stud?"
"Please...don't ask me that...don't even talk...I can't begin to
describe how it feels," Travis said.
"Okay, the time for talk has passed," Darin said. "Let's just
fuck." With that, he raised up about six inches and pushed back down.
Travis moaned. He did it again, only he went up about eight inches. Travis
moaned louder. He raised up till just the head of Travis's cock was locked
inside his ass, and paused. Travis's eyes snapped open.
"What're you doing? What're you waiting for?" he asked with a
sound of desperation in his voice.
"Waiting on you to beg for it, stud," Darin said with a mischievous
grin.
"I'm begging!" Travis exclaimed, laughing.
"Begging for what?" Darin teased.
"Begging you to slide back down on it. I'm begging for your ass.
Awww, please, don't tease me like this. I've never had anybody who could
do this, I wanta feel your hot, tight little ass sliding all the way down
on my cock again. I wanta fuck you, boy! I wanta fuck you with all
thirteen inches! You gotta let me... nobody ever took me all the way like
this." Travis didn't wait. He clasped his big hands high around Darin's
butt and pulled him down as he shoved upward at the same time and sent his
cock driving up into the boy's gaping ass.
"AAAaawwwhhhhhhh!" Darin cried out, tossing his head back.
"Yeaaahhhhhhh!" Travis moaned. "Now, fuck me....ride my big cock.
If you don't fuck my cock, I'm gonna give it to your brother."
Darin started moving, sliding his asshole up and down the thick,
tall shaft. Meanwhile, Dave and I were going crazy just watching. He was
sucking my cock intermittently, one minute as if he couldn't decide if he
wanted to do it, and the next, like he couldn't get enough of it. He was
pumping his own cock with one hand and his other hand was back between his
legs, fingering his ass.
"Aww, I can't take this any more," he gasped as he stood up. "I
can't watch my brother being fucked by that gorgeous god son of yours...I
gotta have some, too. Fuck me, Dell....Fuck me hard." With that he bent
over the workout bench, offering his tight ass to me.
I stood behind him, both of us facing the bed so we could watch
Darin and Travis, and shoved my cock in him. Travis cocked his head at me
with a smile of approval. He looked a little surprised but there was no
disapproval now.
A half hour passed, then an hour, and I wondered how the boy was
managing to take my son's monstrous cock so long. Meanwhile, I was fucking
Dave till he was begging that he couldn't take it anymore. Not my cock; he
couldn't take watching his brother get fucked.
"Come on, Darin. Get off of and let me on," he said. "Shit, he's
bored your asshole clear through to your lungs, it's my turn."
Obediently, Darin lifted himself off of Travis's cock and tumbled
beside him on the bed. His asshole gaped wide open; so wide I could see the
inner muscles palpitating. Travis's cock fell heavily across his abs, up
to his chest, leaving a wet streak, then throbbed and bobbed and bucked
hard.
"Geezusss!" Dave gasped when he saw the great monster-cock
throbbing.
"Turning chicken?" Darin goaded him.
"Shit, it looks like it got bigger," Dave said.
Travis lifted it up and held it straight up. It towered to its
thirteen-plus heights, throbbing proudly. I gaped in disbelief.
"Oh, I wish you hadn't done that. It looks even bigger still,"
Dave whined.
"Hey, if you can't handle, I'll get back on it," Darin chided him.
Dave stepped on the bed and stood astraddle Travis's hips. He
paused for a moment to gaze down at the huge cock.
"This is going to be like sitting on a fence post," he said.
"Or a baseball bat," I put in. The twins both looked at me and
smiled.
Darin got the poppers off the nightstand and handed the bottle to
his brother. "Hey, Bro." He wasn't goading him with the poppers; he was
simply offering, and in his tone, letting his brother know that it was okay
to use the stuff, and that he was going to need it. I didn't know for sure
if Darin had used the poppers or not.
Dave took a deep breath in each nostril, then another, and another.
"Dam, you're gong to OD," Darin said, reaching for the bottle.
Dave shook his head and his eyes glazed over and his nostrils
flared out wide, like a young stallion, or in this case, a young mare about
to be mounted.. "Okay, let's do it, before I change my mind," he said to
Travis, his voice shaky.
Dave seemed to have more trouble than Darin, or he was more scared.
He had to really work at taking the monstrous cock. A couple of times I
wasn't sure he was going to manage it, but Travis didn't tell him he could
stop like he'd told Darin, and Darin kept goading him on. He had to take
another hit of poppers before he could settle down on the last couple of
inches.
"Oh, Geezuss!" Dave gasped.
"Big fucker, ain't he?" Darin said, laughing.
"Ohh, Fuck...Ohh, Goddd....he's HUGE! Ohhh, where the fuck did it
all go?"
"Just wait till he starts fucking you. It'll go wherever it wants
to," Darin said.
Darin's lust hadn't quite waned, and when Travis began fucking his
brother, he got hotter than hell just watching.
"My ass is still aching and itching, you gotta do something about
it," he said to me. He pushed me back on the bed beside Travis and mounted
me. His hole was stretched but not loose and he had no trouble sitting all
the way down on my cock. He immediately began fucking himself with it,
moaning and crying out with his head tossed back and his eyes shut or
fluttering.
As for me, I was in a state of mental arrest. My pleasure had
congealed into lust and I couldn't think beyond it. It was as if my body
had taken over my brain. Part of it was simply from being there in the same
bed with my son, lying beside him with two twin hunks riding our cocks. It
was the strongest experience of bonding I ever felt, and I wondered if
Travis felt it too.
Darin had reached back and was squeezing my balls and pulling on
them. Then he ran his fingers along the crack of my ass. He wet his
fingers and probed at my hole. He brought up more spit till he had my hole
lubricated and was working his fingers inside me. He quickly found my
prostate, and he wasn't gentle.
"Ohhh...OHhh, Godd," I moaned softly.
"You like that?" he asked with a grin.
"Ohh, Yesss!"
"What's he doing to you?" Travis asked, turning his head toward me.
I could smell his sweet breath. His face was so close I had the
terrible urge to lean in and kiss him. I didn't, of course, but I
languished in the sound of his deep voice and his handsome smile so close.
"I'm fingering his ass," Darin said.
Travis smiled wider, again with approval.
Young Darin was driving me wild. His finger in my ass made my cock
throb with greater sensitivity and I couldn't get enough of his ass.
"Hey, Travis...why don't you fuck your dad?" he said.
My eyes met Travis's eyes and for a second I think we saw into each
other's souls. For certain, in that instant we became something more than
father and son; we became soul mates. I was sure he saw my desire and he
apparently saw my consent in my eyes without asking if I wanted him to. He
raised his knees up to urge Dave to climb off.
Darin raised up off of my cock and stood down off the bed and the
two boys each took one of my legs and pulled them up and spread them wide
so my butt was tilted high off the mattress. Admittedly, I was a little
scared, but I wanted it desperately, and I really had no choice; they were
preparing me for the slaughter. Travis got up and positioned himself behind
me, stroking his monstrous cock. I don't think he took his eyes off of
me. I certainly couldn't take my eyes off him.
"Do you wanta do this, Dad?" he asked hoarsely as he brushed the
head of his cock up and down the slick crack of my ass.
"Yes, do it!" David exclaimed excitedly.
"Oh, yess, fuck him. It would be so hot to fuck your own dad. We
want our dad so bad!"
"Do you?" Travis asked me again in a quiet tone.
I nodded, hoping I was concealing my fears and my doubts. Yeah, I
was more than a little scared, and I had doubts that we should be doing
this. Even though a mere teenage boy had just got off the huge cock, I was
apprehensive about taking it. I'd never been fucked by anything so big,
and I didn't know where it would go. He nudged his cock against my hole and
I relaxed instantly and hunkered my butt up to him as a welcoming
gesture. He stretched the elasticity around my hole but didn't enter me.
"I want you to say it," he said huskily. "Tell me you want me to
do it."
"Yes, I want it," I said. "I want you to fuck me."
"Oh, that is so hot!!!.....a man begging his son to fuck him!!" one
of the twins exclaimed.
"That's all I needed to hear," Travis said. His smile stretched
across his face and he put some power behind his cock. The head slipped
through my hole, stretching it unmercifully. I winced but I didn't cry
out, and he didn't pause. He shoved steadily but gently till, I guessed,
more than half of his cock was inside me. He moved slowly, carefully
maneuvering his cock through my guts, past the obstacles he found in his
way, going deeper and deeper, till he was soon into space that had never
been visited before, not even with the ball bat that the boys had used on
me. I wondered how much of his cock there was left but I didn't ask; I
didn't want to sound like a wimp. I would take him no matter what. I would
take every inch, even if he shoved it up through my throat and into my
mouth.
The twins were jacking off, their eyes glazed over. I knew they
were imagining being in this situation with their own dad and I felt a
little sorry for them. I made a mental note to try to pursue that the next
time their dad was home, for them as well as myself.
I was nervous with anticipation, not knowing the route Travis' cock
would take into my virgin territory. I was a helpless, willing victim with
his cock finding its own way. Suddenly he came up against something. It
felt like he'd reached the bottom of my ass. But the doctor had said a
man's ass is a bottomless pit. His cockhead pressed against a barrier,
like a drumhead. He probed at it and I winced but he didn't back off or
cut me any slack. He was determined and I trusted that he wouldn't hurt me
simply for his own pleasure. He knew I wanted this as bad as he did; I had
made that pretty clear. He pushed and probed and it felt like the drumhead
was going spongy.
"I wanta push through there," he whispered.
Okay, I thought, if the barrier is penetrable. I just didn't know
how it was going to feel when he penetrated it. I didn't know what pain or
pleasure lay on the other side. He gave a gentle but firm shove and forced
his cock through what I can best describe as a wide rubber band, or a
powerful O-ring. I managed not to cry out but my eyes flew open with
surprise when he suddenly burst through it.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Yesss!"
"He hit your spot, didn't he?" Dave said excitedly. "Feels like he
found another asshole up deep inside you."
That's exactly what it felt like. Like another sphincter that he
opened up. The barrier gave way completely and formed a tight O-ring
around Travis's thick cock. He pushed till I felt his hairs against my
butt then his warm, hard thighs as he imbedded the rest of his entire cock
inside me. All thirteen plus inches!
"Aww, Godddd!" I moaned. I couldn't believe I was impaled on such a
huge cock! And more disbelief that it was my own son. I was in a fit of
ecstasy as both of my assholes clenched around his cock, one around the
base, the other around the head. He paused for a moment to let me get used
to him then he began fucking me, using the deepest inches of his cock in
search of his pleasure. My outer sphincter and my guts served only as a
glove for the lower part of his cock. The real pleasure for me came from
the big head sliding back and forth through the newfound barrier that had
been turned into an O-ring. And such intense pleasure it was!
"Oh, My Goddd! Ohh, Godd, Travis!" I gasped as he fucked me.
"That feeling good, Dad?"
"Awwhhhhh...Ohhh, son, if you only knew! If I could only describe
it!"
"Fuck, that is so hot, hearing you guys call each other dad and son
while he's fucking you," Darin exclaimed.
It was exciting saying it, and hearing him call me dad as he slid
his cock back and forth through my ass.
"Tell me if I can make it better," Travis said.
"I don't know how you could," I said. "And if you did I'm afraid I
would go crazy."
But he did make it better. He shifted positions which placed the
shaft of his cock against my prostate while the end remained embedded on
the other side of the tight O-ring. Sliding his cock back and forth
against the tender love nut sent me wild.
"OHhh...Ohhh, Travis! Ohh, Godd...Oh, My Godd, Son!"
"Right there?" he asked as he pumped his cock back and forth over
the tender spot.
"Yesss! Ohhhhhh....Awwhhhhh, it feels like I wanta come! Ohhh,
Travis! Fuck me! Fuck me, boy, fuck me!"
"You can come, dad, if you want to. Give me a couple of minutes to
catch up, I can come with you," he said.
I nodded frantically, unable to speak. He began fucking me then,
using full-cock strokes, pulling back till he was almost out then shoving
back through my guts, gently but determined, till he popped through my
second sphincter. He let his cock buck and throb deep inside me then eased
back through my guts to do it all over again, and again, and again. It was
a slow fuck that brought me excruciating pleasure and he seemed to be
concentrating on every inch of every stroke in and out.
"I'm getting close if you are," he said after a few minutes.
"Yes! I'm so close....I want you to come...I know I'm going to go
off when I feel you shooting inside me."
"Thanks, dad, I wanted to give you my load in your ass."
He fucked me for several more minutes before he shot off a split
second before I did. His cock was through my O-ring and I felt the stuff
spurt out into a space that seemed endless, open, like the universe, and it
didn't seem to fill me, but I could feel the heat of his come spreading all
through me like tiny bolts of lightning. He pulled back a little and
another powerful burst hit the inner sphincter that had begun to close back
up to a drumhead. He gave me a couple more shots through the deepest hole
then emptied his balls over the next minute or so in my ass where I could
feel it searing my guts and filling me up. Pretty soon his come was oozing
out around his cock and running down the crack of my ass. He went on
forever, it seemed. He just kept coming, and I wondered where it was all
coming from, if he was going to stop and when he had come last.
I didn't know whether his balls or his body began to shut down
first, but I felt his muscular weight slowly descend onto my body and I
welcomed him in my arms with legs wrapped around his hips and his
shoulders. I think he choked down a sob as he buried his face in the curve
of my neck.
"Aww, Dad....Fuck, dad, that was so incredible!" he whispered.
"Yes, it was."
"Can I lay here on top of you for a minute? I don't have the
strength to move."
"Yes."
"If I get too heavy, just roll me off on the floor," he said with a
chuckle.
I would have held him till he crushed me. His hard, young muscles
felt so wonderful pressing down on me. Never in my life had I felt such
intense pleasure and happiness, and contentment and satisfaction. It
flashed through my mind that if this was wrong, then the whole universe
must be all fucked up.
We lay like that for a long time, till he regained enough strength
to push himself up over me.
"I almost went to sleep," he said.
"That's okay. I like the feel of your muscles bearing down on me,"
I said.
He shoved himself up in a push-up position to extract his cock from
my ass. He pulled a long way before it finally popped free.
"I hope that was okay; I hope it didn't hurt too bad," he said as
he sat back on his haunches. His great cock hung draped out over his balls.
"If it did, I don't remember," I said.
He glanced around. "Where did Dave and Darin go?"
"I don't know. I didn't notice they were gone till just now," I
said.
"I guess they wanted to leave us alone," he said.
Travis stood off the bed, his cock swinging halfway down his
thighs. I gaped in awe. I couldn't believe any man could be hung like
that, much less a teenage boy.
"I'm going to go take a shower," he said. I nodded. He was at the
door when he looked over his shoulder and said, "You wanta join me, Dad?"
he asked with a grin. He must have seen my answer in my eyes. He came back
and pulled me up off the bed to my feet and I followed him into the
bathroom. I was so happy I had to hold back from tearing up; so happy and
relieved that Travis was okay with everything even after he'd had his lust
satisfied.
When we were showered, we went into my room, to my bed. He led the
way and flopped down on his back, sprawled out.
"I owe you an apology," he said.
"For what?"
"For acting like such an ass when I walked in on you and the
twins."
"That's nothing to apologize for," I told him.
"I acted like a little boy."
"Well, you are supposed to still be a boy, but all of a sudden I
have a hard time with that," I said.
"I'm sorry for storming out and getting pissed; for my
holier-than-thou attitude."
"Nobody could fault you for the way you acted, son," I said.
"You know, it gives me chills, hearing you call me son, after what
we just did. It takes on a whole new meaning."
"It gives me chills just lying here, naked, beside you like this,"
I said.
"I don't know what to say about it all, dad, or what to think. I
know what I'm supposed to be thinking but suddenly, none of it holds any
meaning."
"You don't have to talk about it," I said.
"Yeah, I have to say it. I have to hear it coming out of my own
mouth....I just had sex with my dad and it was the greatest experience of
my life!"
"Mine too, although I have to admit I was a tiny bit scared."
"You were?"
"You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen. I didn't know where
in hell you were going to put it."
"I found a place for it," he said with a grin.
"Yes, you certainly did. I don't think I'll ever be able to
describe the feeling," I said.
"I think you did," he said. "How you felt was streaked all over
you."
"I wish I could have seen you shoot," I said. "It felt like
somebody turned a hose on inside me."
"I do come quite a lot," he said. "I guess you could say my balls
match my cock."
"I'll be anxious to see that," I said.
"I have a feeling you're going to have plenty of chances."
My world had suddenly opened up. The twins had pushed the door open and
Travis had knocked it off its hinges, ushering me into a fantasy world that
I dared never to dream existed.
Darin came over the next morning, beaming with curiosity.
"Where's Travis?" he asked. His voice sounded a little nervous and
I realized that it was excitement from simply asking about my son.
"He took his Jeep to the quick-lube place," I said.
"Speaking of which....how was your lube job? Not quick, I'll bet,"
he joked.
"You saw how it was going....it only got better after you left," I
said. "But you guys didn't have to leave."
"Yes, we did. If there was ever a time when a guy and his dad
needed to be alone, that was it. I just wish we could have that kind of
relationship with our dad."
"It's a risk," I said. "I certainly wouldn't have risked it with
you boys if I'd known Travis was going to show up a day early."
"But it worked out," he said.
"It might not have. It could have gone the other way and our
relationship would've been ruined forever. Nothing is worth that risk."
"Aren't you glad you took the risk, though?" Darin asked with a
smile.
"No. It was foolish. I'm glad it worked out the way it did but it
was a very foolish thing to do. Where's David?" I asked.
"He slept in. He's in the shower. Do we have to wait on him?"
I gave him a quizzical look.
"Oh...I thought...I, uh...sorry...I came over to...to see if....."
"No. We don't have to wait on David," I said, quickly putting him
at ease.
"Great! I was wondering, Dell, if....well, after we saw you
getting fucked by your son....I was wondering if I'm still going to be able
to fuck you, too."
"You can fuck it but you've got to eat it first."
He had a look of horror on his face. "Eat...use my tongue ...on
your ass? I d-don't think I could do that."
I turned and walked to the stairs, flexing my butt muscles inside
my shorts as I walked. Halfway up the stairs, I felt his hand on my butt.
I stopped and looked over my shoulder at him.
"I--I'll try it," he said meekly as he tugged on my shorts.
I let him pull them down. I stepped out of them and set my feet as
wide as I could and leaned over on the stairs, offering my butt to him. He
kneaded my butt muscles, pulling them apart, probing with his thumbs. Then
I felt his hot breath; then his tongue, tentative at first as he lapped the
inner slopes of my butt.
"I think I can do it," he said hoarsely as he pulled my butt apart
and lapped at my hole.
"Oohhh, Darin....fuck yeah, you can do it," I groaned, pressing my
ass back against his face. Letting him know I liked it made him more
eager. I reached back and pulled my butt apart so my hole was stretched
open. "There, go for it," I said.
"Awww, yeah," he whispered as he buried his face in my butt and his
tongue inside my asshole.
"AAahhhhh!" I cried, tossing my head back. "Awww, dam,
Darin....yeah, tongue it...eat my ass...get your tongue in there."
He literally attacked my asshole with his tongue. He couldn't get
it in deep enough, couldn't get my butt pulled apart enough. I think he
wanted to crawl right up into my ass. I pulled away from him and turned
around.
"Turn around, lay back on the steps," I told him.
He scrambled onto his back and laid his head on the step. I
straddled him and sat on his face.
"OOhhhhhhmmmhhh," he moaned as I sat on his tongue. He could get
in deeper this way, without struggling to pull my ass open. I bounced up
and down and he fucked me with his tongue. He was good because he was so
eager. And he had a long, powerful tongue. He could get in real deep.
But not deep enough. I wanted his cock. It was all I could do to tear
myself away from the exquisite pleasure of his tongue.
"Let's go in on the bed," I said as I stood up and pulled him to
his feet.
"Are you gonna let me fuck you?" he asked eagerly, almost
breathlessly.
"You're not getting out of here till you do," I said. I led him
into the bedroom. "Do you want me on my stomach or on my back, standing on
my head, or what?" I asked.
"I don't know....on your stomach, I guess. I wanta see and feel
your butt muscles when I fuck `em."
The kid was good. He knew how to move and he had the size. Not as
big as Travis, but big. I didn't think he realized just how good he was.
But he didn't last long, which didn't surprise me, considering he was so
eager. He blew his big, hot load inside me. I managed to hold off. I knew
he would be hard again in a couple of minutes, if he went down at all, and
I wanted him to fuck me again. I wanted him to fuck my load out of me.
One day the boys came running into the back yard where I was working,
laughing and talking at the same time.
"Guess what! Dad's flying us out to San Diego! He's there for a
few days in the states but it's not enough time to fly home and back so
he's flying us out there."
"That's wonderful," I said.
"Yeah, wouldn't it be great if it turned out to be REALLY
wonderful," Darin said.
"Be careful, guys," I warned.
"Oh. He wants to know if you'll fly out with us," Dave put in,
almost as an afterthought. "He's going to call you but he said we could
mention it to you."
"When are you going?" I asked.
"Next Wednesday. We'll fly back home on Monday after that."
"I'll check my schedule at work," I said. I was going, fuck my
schedule. I think I would've quit my job to be in San Diego with these two
young studs with their hunky father. But I had to arrange it around Travis
as well. I didn't want to just take off and leave him by himself.
"Where's Travis?" David asked.
"He's playing basketball with some guys," I said.
"Dad said to bring him along, if you want to."
"I'll ask him. He may have other plans."
Travis had other plans, but part of his decision not to go was, I
thought, that he didn't want to be that near his mother, or even in or near
San Diego. His plans, he told me, included a girl he'd met, named Jo.
"You're not falling for this girl already, are you?"
"No. She's not a girl I would fall for. She's a little older than
me," he said.
"How much older?"
"Does it matter, if I'm not falling for her?"
"How much older?" I asked again.
"She's twenty eight."
"That's more than a little older," I said.
"Again, does it matter?" he asked. "Dad, I....I need her," he said
in a husky, emotion-filled tone. "At this time in my life, I need her.
For a lot of reasons, but it won't turn into anything serious or long
term."
"Does she understand that?" I asked.
"Yes, I don't think she's interested in anything serious or long
term either, not with a guy my age."
"What does she want with a guy your age?" I asked. The look he
gave me told me it was a dumb question.
"The simple truth?....she likes my body. She loves a guy with
muscles," he said.
"Does she know about all of your muscles?"
"Yeah."
"How does she know? Have you already..."
"No. We got around to it in conversation, and she's anxious," he
said.
"If you bring her to the house, be discreet; respect the
neighbors," I said.
"I was going to ask you if that would be okay," he said.
"And if I said no?"
"I wouldn't bring her," he said.
"It's okay," I told him. I was jealous of Jo.
I met Jo a week later. I came home to find her and Travis sitting
out on the deck. She was a knockout; I was even more jealous of her. I
wondered if I had arrived after the fact.
I had never been to San Diego. My image of the city was of the thousands
of sailors and marines stationed there, roaming the streets, so randy that
the smell of testosterone permeated the air. In reality, it didn't quite
match my image but there were hunky marines and sailors everywhere you
looked.
Adam met us at the airport. The boys ran to him and practically
climbed his frame to hug him. He was so happy to see them. We shook hands
and I nearly swooned at the sight of him, and the feel of his big hand in
mine. He had rented a convertible. The boys got in the back seat and I
climbed in the passenger seat. The boys leaned up over the seat to talk
with their dad while I had the view. Yeah, San Diego is a beautiful city
but I'm talking about the view inside the car. With the boys jabbering
away, I was turned in the seat to listen and look.
Adam had on a pair of shorts that struck him a little above
mid-thigh and they drew up to his crotch when he sat down so his full
thighs were showing. The bulge between his legs looked enormous. His
calves bulged out of the tops of his socks. His legs were nice and hairy
without looking like a gorilla. His driving arm sticking out of his
T-shirt flexed and rippled as he maneuvered the wheel, and his shoulder
muscles stretched the thin white material away from his thick neck. In
front, I could see the bulging pecs and the slope of his armor-plate abs.
I found myself thinking ahead, wondering where we would be staying and what
the sleeping arrangements would be. If anything at all went right on this
trip...if the cards fell right...if fate was looking down on us, this could
be one incredible weekend. I hoped so, especially for the twins.
Adam had a full weekend planned and he swooped us right into it.
We visited an old lighthouse and drove out to the Coronado Bridge and saw
the Dell Coronado Hotel. He took us to the old section of the city, Old
San Diego, for lunch where the two boys put away tacos like they'd never
met one before.
"Are we going to any beaches?" Darin asked excitedly.
"Yeah, hey, I saw a sign that said nude beach," David said.
"You need to not be so observant out here," Adam said, laughing.
The rest of the day was a whirlwind. We saw so many places that
everything was becoming a blur. We ate at an ocean-side cafe where the sea
gulls hovered outside the windows and landed and looked at us.
"Tomorrow night we'll go someplace real fancy," Adam said.
"What about tonight? What're we doing tonight, dad?" David asked.
"Well, I can show you San Diego at night; that's about as much of
the city's night life I can show two teenage boys."
"Did you bring your ID?" David asked his brother.
"Yeah. You?"
"Absolutely. Hey, dad, we've got our fake IDs, you can take us
anywhere," David said.
Adam turned almost fully and looked at them. "You guys better be
kidding me," he said sternly.
"Yeah, we are, dad. We're just kidding," Darin said quickly.
"Because you could easily get into a lot of places out here," Adam
went on. "Just don't get any ideas."
We were staying in a nice hotel with a view of the ocean right
across the winding street. It was a big room with two huge beds, a couch,
three chairs, tables and nice lamps. There was nothing said about another
room for me.
"Dam, dad, this is like a house," Darin said.
"Well, I wanted us to have plenty of room so we wouldn't be walking
all over each other. I thought about getting two rooms but they didn't have
anything adjoining and I didn't want Dell to be cooped up in a room by
himself."
That was so thoughtful of him. I would've liked to think he had
other reasons for putting us all together but I was sure he was just being
thoughtful. I still wondered about the sleeping arrangements. There were
two sons, and me and Adam. Was it going to be the boys in one bed and me
and Adam in the other? Somehow, I couldn't picture that with Adam. I knew
both of the boys would both want to sleep with their dad.
"Okay, who gets the shower first?" David asked.
"You boys go ahead. You can shower together. The shower's big
enough for two," Adam said.
"Then are you and Dell going to shower together?" Darin joked.
Adam threw his T-shirt at him. We all had a good laugh over it as
the boys began to undress.
I almost choked at the idea of sharing the shower with the big
stud. I tried not to look at the boys as they took their clothes off, but
then I noticed their dad watching them with something deeper than fatherly
pride. He had every right to be proud of the muscular teenagers. They
stripped naked and scurried to the bathroom. A tightness came across my
chest at the sight of their tight, round butts. Just inside the bathroom,
they started scuffling and laughing.
"I don't know if those guys will ever grow up," Adam said, shaking
his head with a broad, proud smile.
"You gotta be kidding," I said.
"I don't mean physically. Shit, they're men already. They really
could get into a lot of places out here. That scares me. Two teenage boys
who look like they do. I couldn't turn them loose in this city, that's for
sure."
If he only knew! The city wasn't ready for them!
"I'm just damned glad you're there next door to keep an eye on
them," he went on.
If he only knew!!
He was taking off his shorts and I was trying to brace myself not
to look when he stood straight. It didn't matter what the sleeping
arrangements were; I wasn't going to be getting any sleep anyway. I failed
at not looking at him. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him when he stood
straight in his white briefs. His shorts looked smaller simply because of
his size. A bare one-inch strip of material stretched around his hip bones
then plunged downward into a stretchy pouch that fairly bulged with his
manhood and shifted and bounced when he walked. Please don't take those
off, I prayed. Please do! No, don't!
Just then the boys came out of the bathroom in all their naked
glory, laughing and drying off.
"Okay, you guys, it's all yours," Darin said.
Adam looked at me. "Go ahead."
"You're more undressed than I am," I said.
"Come on, you guys aren't going to shower together?" Dave chided
him. "You made us shower together."
"No, I said you could if you wanted to," Adam said.
"Dang, Dad, where'd you get those shorts? They're about to burst
at the seams," David chided him.
Adam went into the bathroom and we all three watched his tight
bubble but churning and flexing inside his shorts when he walked away from
us.
"Dam, how are we going to get through three days of this," Darin
said quietly to his brother. "Fuck, did you see the way he filled out
those shorts?"
They both looked at me and I gave them a stern look. "Don't screw
things up, guys," I admonished them.
"I don't want to screw things up, I just want to be screwed," Darin
said. "By him!"
I didn't say anything else. I had cautioned them enough. There
was nothing else I could or would say. They knew the risk. Adam came out
of the bathroom a few minutes later with a towel around his waist.
"What the heck is that, dad?" Dave asked.
"What?"
"The towel. You were never that modest. It's four guys, and it's
not like we haven't seen you naked."
"Habit," he said as he took the towel off and rubbed it in his
crotch.
I prayed all three of us could keep our eyes where they wouldn't
get us in trouble. I quickly escaped to the bathroom to shower, wondering
how all three of us would get through the three days. I stayed for a long
time in the safety of the shower and the four walls of the bathroom. I was
nervous about going back out there. I didn't know if the three of them
would still be naked. Not that I thought it would make any difference if I
got a hardon. I tried to think of something flip or casual to say if that
happened.
"Hey Dell, did you drown in there?" Adam called out.
"No." I guess I'd d taken too long.
I finished my shower and grabbed a towel. I dried off in front of
the mirror, noticing that my cock was already fluffed out but maybe that
was because of the warm shower. I should have turned it on cold just
before I got out. I took a minute to decide whether to wear the towel out
of the bathroom. I would surely hear about it from the boys if I did, but
I was nervous about being naked in front of them. If they were naked and I
went out there naked, it could blow the lid off of things, which was what
the boys wanted, of course. I couldn't imagine how Adam might react if he
found out his sons really were gay and hot for him and I could just picture
him tossing me out the window if he found about me and his sons. I opted
to go without the towel but I held it in front of me as I came out, still
drying myself.
"You're showering last from now on, Dell, otherwise the rest of us
won't have any hot water," Dave joked.
I was surprised and relieved that they all three had put shorts on.
I noticed that the boys weren't wearing their usual tight boxer briefs but
shorts exactly like their dad's.
"Hey, Dell, how do you like these?" Darin asked, modeling his
shorts.
"They look nice," I said. How the hell did you answer that!
"Dad got them for us," Dave put in. "You would look good in them."
"Hey, maybe he's got an extra pair," Darin said. "Have you got an
extra pair for Dell, dad?"
Adam dug out a pair of shorts for me and I was relieved to put them
on. Not that they made that much difference, the way they fit.
"The four musketeers," Darin said.
I thought it a bit strange, four guys modeling and talking about
the shorts they were wearing but it was so casual that it was hard to read
anything into it.
"Anybody for a movie?" Darin asked as he scanned the brochure of
movie offerings. "Hey, they've got X-rated movies here," he exclaimed.
"Forget it," Adam growled.
"Come on, dad, what would it hurt? You said we're mature for our
age, even that we could get into places out here. And besides, nobody's
going to ask for our ID here in the hotel room."
Meanwhile Dave had the set on and was going over the menu. He
stopped at the Adult Content icon. He clicked on the icon and it asked for
the room number.
"If you enter that number, you're a dead man," Adam told him.
Dave quickly moved on. I thought maybe that might tone the boys
down. It might be hard to take, but they were going to have to come to
grips with the fact that their dad was as straight as they come and they'd
better keep their own little secret for a while.
Dave found a movie that wasn't X-rated.
"Okay, who's sleeping with who?" Darin asked. We all looked at
Adam.
"I thought we could each take one of the boys, if that's okay," he
said to me.
"Okay with me," I said. I shivered inside at the way he said it;
"take" one of the boys. If he only knew how badly his boy wanted to be
taken, by him.
"Now, who gets to sleep with dad," Darin asked. I knew that was
coming. It was obvious they both wanted to and just as obvious that Adam
didn't want to have to choose.
"Well, the beds are pretty big," I said, trying to save the moment
for the boys.
"Yeah, we could both sleep with you, Dad. There's room for three,"
Darin said excitedly.
"Heck, there's room for four if we crowded in," Dave put in. Adam
and I both ignored that remark.
The boys didn't wait for an answer. They were like two little boys
happily crawling into bed with their dad. They didn't snuggle, but they
were all good-sized boys and nobody seemed to mind if they touched. Nobody
jerked their leg away or made any effort to move apart. It was such a
heart-warming thing to see, and I thought of all the teenage boys in the
world who would give anything to be a part of this kind of love.
I was surprised that I got sleepy so quick. Barely into the movie,
I turned over on my side, facing away from the TV and closed my eyes and,
surprisingly, went out like a light, with the soft murmuring of the twins
and their dad in the background.
I slept soundly, and I came awake sometime in the night feeling
very rested. It took a second to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings and
for my brain to start processing the shock I was about to experience.
"What are you doing!" I heard Adam whisper.
My heart hit my breastbone so hard it almost hurt, and thudded like
the dropping of a pile driver inside my chest.
"Hey...Hey, w-what're you doing...Ohhh...Dammit,
stop!....Ohhhhh... Ohh, Geezusss, what are you guys doing down there!?"
I knew instantly what they were doing and my lungs heaved for want
of air. I half expected the light to come on and Adam to explode in a rage
and toss his sons out of the bed. Suddenly, he threw the covers off and
got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I pretended to be asleep. I
heard the toilette flush then Adam came out and shocked the hell out of me.
"I hope you don't mind," he said quietly as he crawled in beside me
"There's plenty of room," I said, I said sleepily.
"The boys are all over the bed," he said, making no mention of what
had apparently happened.
"You could've sent one of them over here," I said.
"No, I didn't want to wake them up," he lied. His voice had a
nervous tremor.
"I gotta take a piss," I said. I wished there was some way I could
get dressed and leave the room and leave the three of them alone and give
it a chance, if the boys had tried what I suspected. I went back out into
the room to find Adam sitting up in my bed, leaning back against the
headboard and Darin sitting on the edge of his bed. David was sitting in
the chair, his head down. I looked at them and I ached at the agony on
their faces.
"Dad, we weren't asleep," Darin said, his voice barely audible. "We
knew what we were doing."
Adam looked at his sons in total disbelief, unable to speak.
"We're sorry, dad. We wanted to tell you, so many times," David was
saying with a tremor in his voice, his lower lip trembling.
The short silence made me nervous.
Suddenly David buried his face in his hands and started
sobbing. Darin quickly slid off the bed to his knees besides his brother in
the chair and put his arm around him to comfort him.
"We're so sorry, dad, to disappoint you so," Darin said, as he
began to pucker up himself. Then they were both crying. I'd never seen such
agony on a man's face as on Adam's at that moment. It was tearing his heart
out. He got up and walked around the other bed and knelt down beside Darin.
"How many times have I told you boys that you can come to me with
anything. Anything! That means nothing's left out of the equation," Adam
said in a measured tone.
"We're sorry, but we just didn't know how to tell you," David
sobbed. "We love you so much...we don't get to see you and we just wanted
to be close to you; as close as we could possibly get. We know it was the
wrong thing to do; the wrong kind of closeness, but now you know."
"Dammit, boys, why didn't you just tell me?" I saw his shoulders
shake and they were all crying.
"How do you tell your dad that both of his sons are gay?" David
lamented.
"Or that you love him so much that you wanta have sex with him?"
Darin put in.
"Well, its out, so let's deal with it," Adam said, his voice
steadier now.
"I guess you want to pack us up and send us back," Darin said.
"Not on your life," Adam said as he hugged the two boys.
"We're sorry, Dad," Darin said again.
"Stop saying you're sorry," Adam growled. "It doesn't change
anything. And it's nothing that anybody has to be sorry about. It's a bit
of a surprise, but maybe you boys will realize, now, that a father's love
is unconditional. You can talk to me about anything. Don't ever
underestimate your father again," he said sternly.
Suddenly I felt like a fifth wheel. "I think I should get dressed
and take a walk," I said.
"No, that's not necessary," Adam said. "I don't think any of us
mind that you share our little family secret."
Something made me speak. Some evil force made me open my mouth and
it even formed the words that would change lives forever.
"Adam, this was my fault," I said bravely
"How is it your fault?" he asked.
"I should have told you. I knew about the boys. I should have had
the guts to tell you and ease the shock when I had the opportunity."
"It wasn't your responsibility to tell me my sons are gay," Adam
said flatly.
"It wasn't his fault, dad, Darin and I came on to..." He cut his
words off but the tension slammed into the room like an avalanche. We
could all feel it. I tensed, ready to get out of Adam's way if he burst
into a rage.
"You what?" he asked in a quiet, even tone.
"N-nothing....w-we were helping Dell when he moved in and..."
I looked at Adam. The barrier was down; we'd made eye contact and
exchanged the sound of our voices, and whatever was out there had to be
dealt with. I was panicked over what to do next...what to say...what he
might do.
"No, it's my fault," Adam said quietly, dropping his head. "If I'd
been home with you boys....been a real father..."
"Stop it," Darin cut in. "Neither of you is to blame for us being
gay. Not you, dad, and not you, Dell, not for that or....or anything
else."
"What else...is there?" Adam asked in a measured tone, giving me a
suspicious look.
Still keeping a reasonably safe distance, I answered him. "At the
risk of being tossed through the window, I, uh...the boys are trying to
tell you that I made the discovery about them the day I moved in," I
said. I trembled inside at the thought of Adam getting really mad. If he
did, the room could be a shambles in moments, along with me and the boys.
Or at least me. Maybe he would spare his sons.
"Darin and I came on to him," Dave said.
"Yeah...strong," Darin added.
"That doesn't change the fact that I was the adult. I should have
stopped it. I should've walked away from it," I said.
Adam bit his lip, a thoughtful look on his face that I couldn't
read.
"There was a time when I would've broken you into little pieces,
but it sounds like we're well past that," Adam said.
"I know it was terribly stupid and totally irresponsible and I
wouldn't blame you for being furious," I said.
Adam was quiet for a moment. When he spoke it was in a nervous
tone, as if he were going to break. "I am such a hypocrite," he
said. "What's so terrible and despicable is....I'm their dad, and I almost
didn't stop them when they were...I thought they were asleep."
"But you did stop them. Because you're their dad," I said.
"Stop talking about us like we're not here," Darin said. "You need
to understand, Dad, that you've been our hero for all our lives. You're
everything we want to be. We practically worship you, Dad. We're sorry if
we chose the wrong way to show you that, but it's who we are. It'll never
happen again, no matter how much we want it to." The boy's voice was strong
and unwavering. "And you, Dell....you've been there for us when dad
couldn't be."
"And I appreciate that, Dell, despite everything," Adam said
quietly.
"Can we just put this behind us, then and enjoy the couple of days
we have left?" Dave asked.
"I really think I should leave you guys to work this out," I said.
"No," Darin said quickly.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's the middle of the night," said Adam.
"I can walk around, find a bar. I think you guys should have this
time to yourselves."
"No, stay," said Dave.
"The boys want you to stay," Adam said.
"What about you? You have so little time with your sons; you should
absolutely have this time with them, considering everything."
"I've got `em with me," he said, hugging them both in tight against
him. "And they've pretty much made it clear how they feel about you."
"Well...okay...if you're all sure...."
"Besides, I don't want to be left alone with these two horny studs;
I'm not sure I can handle both of them by myself," he said.
The boys were as shocked as I was, although I was afraid to read
into it what I wanted to. Their mouths dropped and they gaped at their
dad, wide-eyed.
"D-dad, are you s-saying..."
"I'm saying that if you boys had the courage to try what you did, I
have to respect that. If you feel that strongly about me...well, I have to
confess, it took everything I had to stop you."
"It's...okay, then?" Dave asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, son, it's okay. I love you both enough to way that." Adam
said as he guided the boys to the bed. He looked at me. "There's room for
four if you want to climb in here with us," he said as he boldly peeled
down his shorts. The two boys followed his lead and took their shorts off.
I nodded and they moved to make room for me. I dropped my shorts
and crawled in beside Darin.
"Let's get between them," Dave said. The two boys got up and moved
between me and Adam. "One of us for each of you," he said with a warm
smile.
I heard Adam swallow, a loud gulp. "If you're not okay with
this..." he said to me, speaking across the boys.
"I am," I said. I gulped down the frog that had suddenly formed in
my throat.
Darin reached down for my cock and Dave reached for his dad's cock
and my own private heaven opened up before me. The boys had their own
little heaven, too.
"Oh, Dad, I'm so glad you understand," Dave said as he bent down
and took his dad's cock in his mouth.
"Ohhh!" Adam gasped loudly. "Ohhh, David....Ohh, Son...Ohh, Goddd,
I am too...Awwwwhhh, Son, that feels so good!" He opened his eyes to watch
his son going down on his cock. Way down. He gaped, wide-eyed, as the boy
slowly consumed his cock all the way in his throat. "Goddam! How do you do
that!" he exclaimed. "Geezuss, look at that, he's swallowing yours, too,"
he said to me. "Awwhhh....Awwww, yeah, son, swallow it, son....swallow
it...gulp on it...keep it down there....stay on it if you can."
The two teenagers sucked our cocks and we were both writhing around
in lust, Adam in a state of shock as much as he was lusting.
"Aww, fuck, where did you learn to do this?" he moaned.
Darin raised up off of my cock to answer him.
"We've been practicing on each other for quite awhile," he said.
I saw the way Darin was eyeing his dad's big cock in his brother's
fist. I ruffled his hair.
"Go ahead, do you want to take your dad? I can wait," I said.
Darin scrambled across his brother and buried his face in his dad's
crotch, sucking on his balls.
"Awwwhhhh....Ohhhhh, you guys...shit, I don't care how you learned
it, somebody taught you right." He looked at me. "Have you been giving my
boys lessons?"
"They didn't need any lessons from me," I said as I stroked my own
cock. Dave extracted his dad's big cock from his throat. "Do you wanta
fuck us, dad?" he asked, wiping his drool with the back of his hand.
"Fuck you?" Adam said, surprised again. "Like...in your butt?"
"Yes. We would both love to feel your big cock opening up our
asses."
"Opening up?...You've never done it before?" He looked at me when
he asked it and I cringed a little and shrugged. It's hard to admit to a
big muscle-stud like Adam that you've fucked his teenage sons, even if they
are giving him head. But there was no denying the look I knew was on my
face; it was no use trying to lie about it. Still, I was waiting on one of
the boys to confirm or deny it.
"Let's just say he's given us some pointers," Dave said.
Adam looked at my cock. He was bigger than me and I thought he was
judging how tight his cock would be in his son's asses.
"Will you, dad? Will you fuck us?" Darin asked.
"Are you sure you can take this much?" Adam asked.
"Oh, you should see Dell's son, Jason. He's fucked us too and he's
got thirteen inches!" Dave said excitedly.
"Thirteen....!" He looked at me. "....inches?"
"I was as surprised as you are," I said. "He doesn't live with me
and I hadn't seen him for awhile. But I'm afraid it's true, he does have
thirteen inches. Biggest dam thing I ever seen."
"And I'll bet you've seen a lot of big cocks in your day, huh,"
Adam said.
"My share, I suppose," I admitted.
"Do you want to fuck us, dad? Please?" Darin begged. "Oh, man,
we're both itching to feel your big hot cock sliding up inside our asses,
aren't we Dave?"
"We've been itching for it for a long time," Dave said.
"You've fucked them?" Adam asked me. He knew I had but I think he
wanted me to say it.
"Yes. So has my son. They can take you," I told him.
"Jason even fucked his dad," Darin said excitedly.
Adam gave me a surprise look.
"That was more information than I wanted you to know, but yeah,
he's fucked me," I said.
"Did you...manage all of it?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've taken his thirteen inches. It's a challenge, but he's
quite a cocksman for a boy his age."
"How old is he?"
"Nineteen."
"Maybe we could all five get together sometime," Adam said.
"But right now.....will you, Dad?" Darin looked at his dad with
pleading eyes.
"I don't believe I'm saying this, but....yes, if it's what you boys
want," Adam said.
"Who goes fist?" Darin asked his brother. "Then he turned to his
dad. "Who do you want to go first?"
"Don't lay that on me," Adam said. "You guys are going to have to
decide."
"Why don't you stack up like you do with Jason," I suggested.
"Yes. Great idea!" Darin eagerly turned around on his hands and
knees with his butt facing his dad. "Okay, get on top of me, David."
"Geezusss!" Adam whispered as he eyed the tiny holes with lust in
his eyes and I wondered if he'd ever lusted after them before now,
especially knowing that he was used to fucking the nineteen-year-old on the
oilrig. Somehow, I didn't think so. This was lust that he didn't know he
had till now. He started to get on his knees behind the boys, fisting his
cock with spit, when I had an idea.
"I don't mean to intrude, but would it be all right if I got them
ready for you?" I asked.
He gave me a quizzical look but moved aside on his haunches as I
moved around behind the boys.
"Your sons have such great butts, they deserve special attention,"
I said as I began playing with Adam's ass, who was on top of the stack. I
pulled the taut muscles apart and leaned in to bury my face between them.
"Ohhhh," the boy moaned. "Ohhh, I love it when you do that."
"Dam," Adam muttered under his breath. "I never seen anybody do
that before."
I licked and tongued and sucked the boys asses till they were
whimpering and squirming around anxiously for their dad to fuck them. When
I had their assholes clenching and twitching with anticipation, I moved
aside for Adam to take my place.
He reached out and touched Darin's butt, slid his fingers into the
crack to touch his hole. He rubbed his thumb over David's hole.
"Aww, Dad, don't tease us, give it to us, Dell's already teased us
enough," Darin moaned,
Adam leaned in and spat in David's ass then brought up more spit
for Darin's ass. Then he hunkered behind them with his slick cock aimed at
Darin's hole. He pushed and Darin bore back against his dad's cock till it
popped through. He had a very large head on his cock and it must've felt
like a baseball being shoved through the tight muscle. When it popped
through, Darin's head snapped back and he let out moaning gasp.
"That's hurting," Adam said with concern as he started to pull
back.
"No, no, its okay, Dad, it always hurts at first, but don't pull it
out. I can take it. I promise, you're not hurting me that bad."
Adam glanced at me with an unsure look then focused on his own cock
and bore forward again. His cockhead disappeared into the tight, clenching
muscle and he shoved his cock deeper.
"You tell me, now, son, if this hurts too much," he said.
"Ohh, dad, I've wanted this for so long, I don't care if it hurts,"
Darin whispered in a trembling voice as he was slowly impaled on his dad's
cock.
The boys showed their want to their dad with unbridled lust and
passion. He fucked them both, alternately, and they alternately begged him
for his cock. I felt like a pervert voyeur, watching them, but they didn't
seem to mind. In fact, I think they liked being watched. The ending of
their first session was absolutely awesome. He was in a quandary about
which son he should shoot his load in, till the boys told him it didn't
matter, they just wanted it to be good for him. He did the noble thing.
He gave the first of his load to Darin then pulled out with his fist
squeezing his cock and shoved it into Dave's ass and finished blowing his
load inside him. When he was finished coming, both boys scrambled to their
knees, one on each side of their dad, and jacked their loads all over him.
He flailed his hands, trying to ward off the liquid attack, but they
sprayed him with their come.
"Holy shit, guys, where does all that come from!" he exclaimed.
"Same place as yours, Dad, from the balls you gave us. It's your
genes, remember?"
It fast turned into a night to be remembered. The boys couldn't
get enough of their dad, in their mouths, in their asses, and their tongues
in his ass. They turned the poor man every way but loose. He was like
their slave. At their insistence, I joined in. Adam invited me to fuck
Darin, he said he wanted to watch me do it, while he fucked Dave, while
they were facing each other on their hands and knees, kissing passionately.
Adam and I looked at each other through lust-crazed eyes and suddenly found
ourselves leaning in towards one another. Our faces came closer, we could
feel and smell each others' hot breath. Then our lips were touching....we
never intended it....and we were kissing, a hard, passionate kiss, full of
lust, not necessarily for each other but an expression of lust of his
sons. Adam clamped his hand around the back of my head to smash our mouths
tighter and his tongue lashed around my own in my mouth. I squealed and
gave it up. I couldn't help it. I dropped a mighty load deep in his son's
body.
We were lying across both beds, recuperating, it was near midnight.
"I wish Travis was here," David said.
"Yeah, I wish you'd brought him," Adam said. "I wish it even more
now that I know what I do."
"I asked him, but he had other plans. Some girl he met....actually
an older woman."
"He's straight, then," Adam said.
"Yes. He'll jump the fence like he did with Dave and Darin, and
me, but he's straight," I said.
"If you could get him out her, maybe he would jump on this side of
the fence with all of us," Darin said.
"Do you think he would come?" Adam asked as he got up from the bed.
"No, I asked him..." But Adam was in the dressing area dialing the
phone.
None of us knew who he was calling. Not Travis, for he didn't know
my number. He came back with a sly grin on his face.
"Okay, I've got my leave time extended, if you can get that boy on
a plane and get him out here," he said.
"I don't know..."
"At least call him," Adam said anxiously.
"Yes, call him, Dell!" Darin said excitedly.
"I doubt it'll do any good, but...okay." I went into the dressing
area and dialed the number. A sleepy voice answered the phone.
"Travis."
"Dad....is something wrong? It's...its midnight out there, isn't
it?"
"Yeah, it's midnight, but nothing's wrong. Listen....how'd your
plans work out?"
"Bombed."
"What? You bombed?"
"No, not me. My plans bombed. Her husband came home unexpectedly.
Came driving his big rig right up in front of the trailer. Scared the shit
out of me when she told me it was her husband and I had to get out of
there."
"I don't think you told me she was married," I said.
"Only because she didn't tell me," he said. He laughed. "Mobile
homes don't have a front door and a back door. Both doors are on the same
side and I had to zip out one door precisely as he was coming in the other.
It was a close call. So my grand plan has been reduced to my fist," he
said jokingly.
"How would you like to fly out here and join us?" I asked.
"Are you serious?"
"Adam said he'll wire you a ticket if you want to come."
"Is it, uh...maybe for the reasons I'm thinking?"
"It is," I said. "Actually, its that he believes you're hung with
thirteen inches and he wants to see for himself."
"What's the situation out there? I mean, with the twins....and
their dad, and you?"
"The situation is well in hand," I said.
"You know what I mean."
"Come out and see for yourself. I guarantee you'll find something
better than your hand," I said. "And you won't have to worry about
somebody's husband."
The boys laughed with glee when I told them that Travis was
coming. Adam smiled broadly as he went to arrange for his flight.
"You should see him, Dad," Darin said.
"Yeah, he's got the biggest cock in captivity. No kidding, Dad, it
really is thirteen inches long," said David.
"Well, I'm not going to believe it till I see it," Adam said.
We left the boys in the hotel room an I went with Adam to the
airport to pick Travis up. Adam was immediately impressed with my son. I
let Travis take the front seat and I sat in back; I wanted them to get to
know each other. They took to each other right off. The twins were happy
to see Travis, no doubt because of what they expected was going to
happen. They left little doubt since they were naked when we came into the
room.
"Dam, didn't you guys bring any clothes?" Travis joked as the twins
came up to give him a hug. Travis hugged them back, hard.
"Didn't you?" Darin shot back, indicating Travis's small backpack.
"I brought all I need," Travis said. "It's San Diego, they didn't
wear all that much out here in the land of sunshine."
"A guy and his wife tried to pick us up down at the pool," Darin
told his dad.
"See, I told you it wasn't safe to turn these two loose in San
Diego. Hell, its not even safe to turn them loose to go to the pool by
themselves," Adam said. "I can't say that I blame them, but it's good you
had the sense not to go with them."
"Do you want to go back down to the pool, all of us," Dave asked,
directing their question more to Travis than to Adam or me.
"It's a huge pool," Darin put in. "There's even a life guard so
you can use the diving board."
"I'm not a great diver," Travis said. "Do you guys want to?" he
asked me and Adam.
"Sure, why not?" Adam said.
We started changing. The boys had brought their Buns bikini suits
that they'd convinced me to order for them from International Male, one
bright yellow, the other soft blue. The suits had a puckered seam down the
back separating their tight buns. They looked as sexy in the suits as they
did naked.
"You're not wearing that down to the pool," Adam said when he saw
them in the suits.
"We already did, dad. They're still wet," David said.
"Dam, no wonder people are trying to pick you up. Hell, I would've
tried to pick you up," Adam said. He turned them around to look at the
back. "Like you needed that seam down the back," he scoffed. "Your butts
stick out enough without any help. Where'd you get these suits anyway?"
They looked at me. Adam looked at me.
"They saw them in a catalog I had and asked me to order them," I
said.
"Where's your suit, dad? Let's see what you're wearing," Darin
said.
Adam brought out a black Speedo-type suit with a bare two-inch
waistband that hugged up around hips and stretched nicely around his butt.
Two wide red stripes down the sides in front accented the pouch of his
manhood.
"Dam, talk about us," Darin exclaimed. "Look at the way you fill
that out! I don't think its safe to let you loose at the pool alone
either."
"Well, maybe they'll try to pick us all up," he drawled, rather
embarrassed over his sons' reaction.
Travis was peeling his shorts down to get naked. I didn't know
what kind of swimsuit he had.
"Whew!" Adam whispered when he saw Travis naked, his eyes boldly
fixed on the boy's manhood. "My God! They told me you were hung, but I
didn't believe it."
Travis laughed. "Okay, get it over with, guys....the staring."
He had a deep burgundy suit, almost eggplant purple, much like
Adam's, with narrower strips angled down the front sides, almost pointing
to his manhood. He pulled the suit up and stuffed his manhood in the pouch
and brushed one hand down over it as he hitched it up on his hips.
"If that man and his wife are still down there, we're all going to
have to run interference for your son," Adam said to me.
"Nobody has to run interference for me," Travis said.
I laughed, proudly. I guess it could be said that we were all a hit
at the pool; the five best-built guys at the pool. The guy who the boys
pointed out who tried to pick them up was the sixth. His wife wasn't bad
either. I was surprised the boys didn't go with them, at least for the
husband. There were a dozen or so other people at the pool and all heads
turned, even those who tried not to. I could understand....it was probably
the first time they'd ever seen so much bare, bulging, rippling muscle all
at one time.
The twins jumped in feet first but Travis headed for the diving
board. I saw the female lifeguard giving him the once over.
"I'll clear the end of the pool when you're ready to dive," she
told him as he walked past her perch.
He climbed up to the platform and walked out onto the board. The
lifeguard blew her whistle and waved for everyone to clear the deep end of
the pool. When they were out of the way, Travis took his stance, bounced a
couple of times then executed a beautiful dive, made more beautiful because
of his perfect male form. There was applause from around the pool. He
climbed out over the side, with an embarrassed smile.
"I thought you said you couldn't dive," I said.
"I said I wasn't very good."
"You could've fooled me," Adam said.
"Show us another one," the twins yelled.
Travis did several more dives but then the lifeguard told him she
needed to let others in that end of the pool. He thanked her. She ogled
his butt as he walked away. Others were ogling him as he walked toward
them. I saw how hard it was for some of them to keep their eyes focused up
from his bulging swimsuit. His awesome manhood was made even more
prominent by its wetness. He stretched out in a lounge chair beside me and
folded his arms behind his head to get some sun. The pouch of his suit
protruded up something awful, like there were two fists stuffed inside. I
tossed him a towel. He caught it and gave me a confused scowl.
"You need to cover that up before you get arrested," I said.
"For what? It's not indecent exposure."
"For carrying a concealed weapon," I said.
The man that the twins had pointed out walked up to Adam as he was
climbing out of the pool. He said something and Adam was shaking his head,
putting up one hand in a defensive gesture. I knew what the man was doing
and I was surprised at his guts. He apparently repeated it and Adam held
up both hands, still shaking his head, and walked away.
"He and his wife want to take us all on," he said, shaking his head
as he took the lounge on the other side of me.
"What'd you tell them," Travis asked, raising up from his chair.
"I told them we're not into orgies."
"Hey, speak for yourself," Travis joked.
"Yeah, I'll bet if you polled the five of us, you would loose," I
said.
We soaked up the sun while the boys swam and frolicked in the
water. Travis went back in a couple of times but came back out to lie in
the sun.
"That boy of yours is a stud," Adam told me when Travis was
swimming.
"He's quite a young man," I agreed modestly.
"Thirteen inches?" he asked
"You saw him."
"I gotta SEE him, though, to believe that," he said.
"I'm sure you'll get your chance."
After a couple of hours we went back to the room. We stripped off
our suits and dried off with the big, heavy pool towels.
"Hey, can we watch a porn flick now, dad?" Darin asked.
"No," Adam said emphatically as he was turning on the television.
I thought it strange that he wouldn't let them watch a porn flick
when he was so deeply and sexually involved with him himself.
"Let's make our own porn," David quipped.
The twins and me and Darin all knew where we wanted things to go;
we'd been there before. We had only to encourage and lure Adam in.
"Hey, Travis, Adam wants to see your cock hard," David said right
out.
Adam whirled around with his mouth open and his eyes wide. "I never
said that!" he exclaimed.
"Sure you did, Dad," Darin said, going along with his brother.
"Want us to work it up for you?" Darren asked.
Travis made a motion to his manhood and the twins scurried onto the
bed. Adam stood at the foot of the bed and watched his sons kiss and lick
and suck my son's cock. By they time they had him worked up, barely a
minute or two later, Adam was shaking his head in disbelief.
"Geezussss Keerist!" he swore under his breath. "That thing really
IS thirteen inches long!" He glanced over at me. "And you, uh...took all
of that?"
"So have they," I said, nodding to the boys. I went over and knelt
down at the foot of the bed and began sucking Adam's cock.
An hour later the three of us....me and the twins....were gathered
around on our knees to watch as their dad was about to be impaled on my
son's huge cock.
"I don't believe I'm doing this," he said with a nervous tremor.
"I don't believe I let you talk me into it, even getting fucked in the ass,
let alone getting fucked with a thirteen-inch cock." His voice was as
bleary as his eyes from the poppers the boys had given him.
"You'll love it, dad," Darin said. "We did it, you have to do it."
"Yeah, old dad has to set an example," he growled.
"It'll hurt a little at first, but then it's going to feel really
good," David added. "When he gives you those last two or three inches it's
gonna drive you out of your gourd."
"I don't know how I'm going to handle the first two or three
inches," Adam said nervously. "I've never done this before," he said to
Travis.
"I know, I'll take it easy," Travis said.
"Maybe this'll get our mind off of it," David said as he buried his
face in his dad's crotch and took his cock in his mouth.
"Awwwhhh!" he cried out. "Awwww, fuck, Son! Where did you have
that tongue educated? Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" he moaned louder as Darin
began sucking his tits. I put the finishing touches on when I leaned over
him and kissed him. At the same time, Travis made penetration with his cock
and Adam practically screamed into my mouth. I kept my mouth locked over
his, my tongue playing serious tag with his, while the boys worked on his
cock and his tits, and between the three of us, he was helpless but to
succumb to his fate. I was able to see their juncture, and I watched
Travis's cock slowly disappear into the man's body. Half of it, then
eight...nine....ten inches...Adam cried out again as the last three inches
sank into him, through the O-ring that he didn't know he had. Only when he
was quiet and trying to gasp for air did I move my mouth off of his.
"Ohh, My Godd!" he gasped, his eyes wide with unspeakable pleasure.
"My Goddd, kid, where'd you put it all?"
"How does it feel dad?" the boys asked eagerly.
"It feels...Ohhhhh, It feels...I never felt anything like it."
"Do you want him to fuck you now, Dad?"
"Oh, yeah, I've come this far," Adam said through his pursed lips.
Travis chuckled softly as he pulled his cock back till Adam's
sphincter gripped it madly.
"Your ass doesn't want to let go of me," he joked.
"Put it back in, then," Adam said. "I wanta feel where you put
it." He uttered a gasped moan that lasted all the way down Travis's huge
cock.
"I've got an idea," David said excitedly. He straddled his dad
with his calves under his arms and sat down on his cock.
"OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Adam yelled as he was suddenly fucking
his son at the same time he was being fucked himself. "Ohhh, fuck, I wanta
take you three boys back to the spar with me."
"And I've got another idea," Darin said. He stood and stepped
astraddle his dad and poked his cock at his mouth. "Come on, Dell, stand
up here with me and feed your cock to David."
I stood up but with other ideas. I straddled them, but facing
Travis. My cock swung out and hit him softly in the face and he turned his
head away. I let it rest on his shoulder, up against his neck.
"I'll get behind you and tongue your ass if you want me to," I
said, all the time working my hand up and down the shaft of my cock. My
precome oozed out onto his shoulder and I started to step away but he
quickly stopped me with his hand on my hip.
"No," he said hoarsely. "I'll do it....d-do this...try it." With
that, he wet his lips and opened his mouth, his eyes closed.
I hunkered my hips forward to shove my cock into my son's mouth.
His tongue lashed around the underside of it almost instinctively and then
he was sucking me. I knew he'd learned from another man, his stepfather,
but I put it behind me, and for that moment, his mouth was virgin to my
cock. I was teetering like a tree in a windstorm; my knees were weak from
the sheer pleasure of it. Travis was sucking my cock!! Then he moved back
off of it.
"You can come in my mouth if you want," he said in a husky whisper.
I put my hand on top of his head and ruffled his hair then took his
face in my hands as I leaned down and kissed him. He tilted his head to
receive my kiss and even kissed me back in his own way. It wasn't like any
other time that I'd kissed a guy. It was deeper in feeling, laced with an
intense love that only a father and son can feel for each other; and it was
more intense for that moment.
"When I do, don't swallow it," I whispered.
He gave me a quizzical look.
"I want you to give it back to me," I said. "Kiss it back to me."
"Yeah....okay....okay, Dad."
The End
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