Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2000 12:48:58 EST
From: Markin619@aol.com
Subject: UCLA Dad Part 3

				 UCLA Dad

				  Part 3

	After the hot session watching my sons, I rested against the palm tree
outside the bedroom window for at least ten minutes. I was completely
overwhelmed by what I had just witnessed.  It was one of the most beautiful
things you could imagine, in addition to being so fucking HOT!  I get goose
bumps now just thinking of it, Frankie.

	Todd and Scott also rested.  Both were completely spent and were
relaxing in the afterglow.  Before entering the bungalow, I wanted to give
them enough time to bask in that afterglow of their lovemaking and get
themselves cleaned up a bit.  By now, I had dried off from being in the
pool so I could enter through the front door into the sitting room without
dripping all over the place.  I DID have to clean up a little "down there"
even though I had shot most of my load against the side of the bungalow and
on the ground.  I took care of matters "at hand", so-to-speak, savoring the
familiar taste.  I then retraced my steps to the front of the bungalow and
entered.  The door to the bedroom was still closed.

	"Hey guys!"  No sound.

	"Napping?"  No response.

	I knocked gently on the door and with still no response, cracked it
open.  It was then that I heard water running in the bathroom.  I walked to
the bathroom and saw that both were in the shower.

	"Mind if I join you and get the chlorine off?"

	"Come on in, Dad," Todd said.

	"Plenty of room in here--and four shower heads," Scott said.

	I stepped into the shower room, a white tile rectangle about eight
feet long with two showerheads on each side.  Todd and Scott were both on
the right side.

	"Wow, this is cool!  We could have a party in here," I observed.

	"Cool, let's party, guys!" Scott exclaimed, wiggling his ass at me.

	I turned on one of the showerheads on the left side, stepped under
the warm flow of water and slipped out of my speedo.

	"Remember the time, guys," I said.  "It's after five and we need to
pick Chuck up at six.  We gotta get a move on here."

	"Don't worry Dad, Chuck is always late.  Don't rush," Todd advised.

	I turned with my back to the shower and watched the boys showering.
Had I not just recently had that explosive orgasm, I'm sure I would have
gotten instantly hard in front of them. Their bodies were so perfect and
near their prime. I knew that the Scott, the younger, would be filling out
some more in the next year or so, but his swimmer's build was just right
now as far as I was concerned. Todd seemed, however, to have put on a
couple of pounds though.

	"Todd, have you gained some weight since you left home?"

	"I think so, Dad. Too much fast food and too little exercise. Where
does it show?

	"Your waist maybe?  You still fit into 34's don't you?"

	"Yeah, my clothes still fit but they do seem a little tighter in
the waist. We'll see when I put those slacks on for tonight.  I haven't
worn them in months."

	"Hey, Dad, you must be up to about a 36 or 38 now, aren't you?"

	"Scott, you wise-ass!"

	I stepped over to him, pulled his chest flat against mine, held him
tightly and gave his butt a good slap.  It reverberated in the reflective
shower room, sounding harder than it really was.

	"Ouch!" he yelled and grabbed my cock.  "When you going to grow
some more down HERE, Dad?"

	Both Todd and Scott laughed.

	I got a hold of Scott again, and smacked his ass a second time.
"You don't seem to complain when you're horny.  And as you know, it works
just fine thank you. You should have seen the load I just
had----um----catching myself,----um, last night."

	"I thought I heard something late last night coming from your room,
Dad.  I almost knocked at you door to see I should call 911."

	"Scott, you're a fucking comic! But, hey, you should have joined
me. I saw your light was out and I thought you were asleep.  I had put on
that new video that I had ordered.  It came yesterday.

	"What one was that?" asked Todd

	"Dungeon Masters"

	"What?" they both asked incredulously.

	"No, I'm just kidding.  It was a new Bel Ami video."

	"Oh yeah, Dad.  We know first hand how you like the young, uncut
ones!"  Scott ventured, as he ducked out of my reach, expecting me to slap
his butt again. Which I was.

	We all laughed and got back to the business of showering.

	I continued watching the two of them.  Their cocks were
awesome----even in the spongy, flaccid state.  Scott's foreskin covered his
glans completely while Todd's cockhead was slightly visible.  Looking at my
sons' beautiful uncut cocks, I couldn't help remembering the big argument.
That was with my-exwife, Carole, on the circumcision issue before Todd was
born.

	She was adamant that Todd be cut like his father was.  She gave me
all the reasons for circumcision, so long advocated here in the United
States.  By 1982 when Todd was born, most of those reasons such as
cleanliness and susceptibility to disease had been pretty well debunked.
I, on the other hand, didn't want my son to have something taken away from
him, as it was for me, for no good reason. (Frankie, I refrained from
telling her in my argument, the fact that I knew from personal experience,
that guys with foreskins were able to bring themselves and others,
pleasures not possible without one.)  I stood firm, and prevailed on the
issue.  When Scott was born a little over a year later, I diffused the
subject with, "You don't want him to be different from his brother, do
you?"

	Now, I was watching and enjoying as my sons skinned back their
foreskins and cleaned the exposed, tender cockheads.  "Not too clean,
guys," I kidded.

	"Ok, Dad, you cheese hound," Scott observed correctly.

	It was after 5:30 by the time we made it out of the shower and back
into the bedroom to dress.  Todd had an idea.

	"Dad," why don't you guys just take your time.  Let me throw some
clothes on and I run back to school and pick up Chuck, " said Todd.
"Besides, it will give me a chance to get something I forgot something in
my room."

	"That sounds like a good idea, Todd. I can relax a bit and have
some wine.  Is there any beer left in the cooler?"

	"Yeah, there should be plenty, Scott and I had only one a piece."

	"Good, you and Chuck can help yourselves when you two get back
here.  I've decided that we'll take a cab to dinner tonight.  That way we
don't have to worry about a designated driver or the parking hassle in West
Hollywood."

	"Sounds like a plan, Dad," Todd replied.

	Todd was already in some shorts, a T-shirt, flip-flops and heading
out the door to get Chuck.  Scott and I had only managed to get some
underwear on---- me a pair of plaid boxers and Scott, gray Calvin Klein
boxer-briefs. I decided to lay down on one of the beds and enjoy a few
minutes to myself.  I picked up the remote and clicked on the TV and did
some channel surfing. It looked like all the college games were over by now
so I settled on one of the local news channels. After a couple of minutes,
it was apparent that it had been a pretty slow news day in Los Angeles and
I clicked the set off.

	"Hey, watcha do that for Dad?" as Scott plopped down on the bed
next to me.

	"Everything seemed boring.  I would rather be alone with my
thoughts for the moment.  You mind?"

	"No problem Dad"

	With that, Scott, on his back next to me on the bed, put his left
arm around my shoulders and hugged me tenderly.

	"Penny for those thoughts. Something troubling you, Dad?"

	"Not that I know of other than being thankful for the three of us
being back together again----at least for a day or so."

	"You miss, Todd, don't you," more a statement than a question.

	"Yes, Scott.  But what is bothering me even more is knowing that
you will be gone in less than a year too."

	"Oh Dad," he said, rolling over on top of me and giving me a
full-fledged hug and a tender kiss on my lips. "You know we both love and
care for you so much."

	"Yes, I know that, Scott.  Without you and your brother, I could
never have handled what your Mom did to us."

	"Dad-----without YOU, Todd and I would have been more devastated
than we were.  You know that!  Let's not rehash all that."

	"OK, son-----but, you know how I get around birthday time and all.
Thanks for being so cool."

	With that, I tossed him off me and onto his back with me on top of
him.

	"And thanks for putting up with your horny Dad."

	With that, I kissed him and his mouth opened readily.  Our tongues
met and we remained together, exploring each other and our affection for
one another. I pulled back and we looked at each others' eyes.

	"I love you son."

	"I love you Dad.  So much"

	I kissed him on the nose, then on each of his ears.  And then back
to his lips.

	"Dad?"

	"Yeah, Scott?"

	"I know what you, me and Todd do with each other is not----how can
I say it-----ah----normal.  Todd and I have talked about it a lot and have
always ended up telling each other that we have something really
extra-special in our little amily that other guys would envy."

	Sensing the seriousness of Scott's tone, I rolled off him and
leaned, facing him, on my right elbow.

	"Yes, we do."

	"You know, Dad, we have never done anything with you that we
haven't wanted to do.  Hell, when Todd told me----what was it----three
years ago, that he walked into the family room late one night and found you
jerking off to a porno tape.  Oh man, I thought, how cool!  When he said he
sat down next to you on the couch and joined you in jerking, I nearly shot
a load in my shorts."

	"I have to be a little honest here, Scott----and I've since told
Todd: it was a set-up in some respects.  I was hoping that he would catch
me in a compromising situation.  I wanted an excuse to come out to
him---and you--- about my sexuality."

	"Todd knew that.  I mean, what guy would be naked jerking off to a
gay porno flick at 11:30PM and not expecting that he might be caught in the
act?  He told me the next morning and I was so freaked out in such a good
way.  I couldn't wait to see you doing it myself.  And besides, we both had
figured out that you were bi, long before that."

	"You guys are too much," I said as I reached over and kissed his
forehead.

	"But, Dad," he said, "I know you have been cool with us---we have
been the horn dogs---and you have gone along with it all.  We know what the
law says and all that stuff."

	"Yeah, Scott.  But I knew this was special between us and something
that I knew you and Todd needed as much as I did.  I must admit though, the
law aside, the morality of it all is more important."

	"What'ya mean?"

	"Let's be honest.  We're talking about incest."

	"Yeah."

	"Historically, it's been a big taboo because it often resulted in
offspring that were physically deformed or mentally impaired.  Too close a
coupling of the genes.  Society built barriers that tried to minimize that
kinda stuff going on.  But, in our case, we certainly don't have to worry
about making babies.  But, there's more to it than that."

	"Why?"

	"It's because, in most societies, particularly the lesser-developed
ones, sex is very often a power trip-a powerful tool---with all sorts of
baggage attached to it, usually issues of control. I learned this in my
anthropology courses in school and have never forgotten it.  A parent could
get their kids to something they really didn't want to do.  It's a power
and control thing and the kid might be afraid that they were obligated or
afraid to say no."

	I looked into Scott's eyes and saw his complete attention to what I
had to say.

	"Dad, you have never been like that with us.  It's just been a
natural thing."

	"Yes, Scott---it has---and I feel very blessed because of it---and
you and Todd understanding that now."

	"Yes, Dad, you're the one that says no sometimes."

	"Yes, you horn dogs," I laughed

	"I think you were aware that until recently, I had a difficult time
dealing with the sex between us.

	"Yes, we had to beg you to go beyond the jerking off stage with
us."

	"I realize that, now, after talking with other Dads----and some
sons----who have helped me by not feeling guilty about having the "hots"
for my sons." (You were a big help with that, Frankie.)

	"Well, we have the "hots" for our old man."

	"I sure know that, Scott, especially you.  Some might question your
taste.  But, please, don't feel sick or warped in any way."

	"Don't worry, Dad, I don't.  I'm just twisted----like you."

	I rolled over on and kissed him again, first on the forehead, then
his lips, then his small brown nipples, tweaking them lightly with my
teeth.  I then moved down to his manhood, covered in gray cotton.  And I
gave him a big wet one there.

	"I'll give you about four hours to stop that, Dad."

	"Oh really?"

	I ventured back to that glorious gray mound of his and gave it an
extended nuzzle, noticing him stir immediately.

	"Like that, Scott?"

	Oh, hell yes, Dad."

	With my left hand, I unbuttoned the fly on Scott's Calvin's.  I
reached in and helped myself to my son's thickening cock and pulled it out
so it was free to grow without constriction.  My tongue went right to the
half-inch or so of foreskin that extended beyond the head of his cock.  It
easily found its way deep inside and began caressing Scott's knob.  His
entire cock swelled rapidly now and he moaned in pleasure.

	"Oh, Dad, you know how to do that so good!"

	I just kept working my tongue around and around his mushroom head,
still covered by the foreskin, tasting his young and salty pre-cum, already
leaking from his piss slit.  By this time I had positioned myself on my
stomach across the bed. My mouth and entire face concentrated totally on
the magnificent manhood between his legs. I wanted to show him that I could
provide the same pleasure his brother had rendered to him just an hour or
so ago.

	He was almost fully erect now and his cockhead started to peak out
from the surrounding skin.  I gently grabbed some of that skin with my
teeth and began systematically chewing.  I knew this would drive him wild.

	"Fuck, Dad, Oh yeah!"

	I just kept up the action on my son's foreskin and took pleasure in
seeing him writhe on the bedspread. When I knew he couldn't take much more,
I moved my attention to his ball sack, diving full-face into the opening in
his Calvin's.  The smell was incredibly fresh after the shower with just a
hint of his wonderful man-musk. My tongue enveloped each of his young
balls, giving them a gentle bath in my warm saliva.  With my nose, I then
moved his loose ball sack to the side allowing my warm and moist tongue
access to his perineum.  He stiffened involuntarily as I knew he would when
I reached this spot.

	"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," was his only sound.

	I continued working with my tongue at this special spot for some
time before returning to his balls. My face then nuzzled the small, light
brown bush above his throbbing cock. This brought more moans of pleasure
from him.

	I returned my attention to Scott's fully erect monster, tonguing
the long, thick shaft, first on the underside, then the top and then down
one side and back up the other.  With my hand, I pulled down on the skin of
shaft to fully expose his bloated cockhead.  My warm mouth engulfed it and
he shivered.  I let my tongue explore what had been covered before. He
oozed pre-cum and squirmed in underneath me.

	"Oh, Dad, I'm close, man."

	I knew that and I backed off of his sensitive head and allowed him
to return from so close to the edge. I changed position and straddled him
between my knees. I leaned forward and let him taste his own pre-cum from
my mouth.  I then kissed his forehead, his ears, his eyes, as my handsome
son held my shoulders.  I could feel my rigid cock poke out the opening in
the front of my boxers and make contact with my son's rock-hard one.

	I pushed myself back and pulled the Calvin's off of him at the same
time and returned to straddle him again. Scott sensed what was next and
took my head in his hands and guided me down to his throbbing pole.
Slowly, I took the swollen head into my mouth, enjoying the wondrous taste
of my son's freely- flowing pre-cum. I knew, even though he had shot a big
load up his brother's ass not long ago, he would have no trouble supplying
his Dad with a good helping of his young spunk.

	I worked halfway down his shaft and the tip of his cock reached the
opening of my throat.  I sucked up and down that first four inches or so,
working him into a frenzy.  Then I backed off and just held the throbbing
organ in my mouth, feeling his pulse in it.

	I changed my position again to get a better angle on Scott's huge
tool.  There was one position I had found which allowed me to accommodate
all of that huge cock and its upward curvature.  I straddled him from
above, with his face beneath me.  I could feel him licking the pre-cum off
my dick as I prepared to take him down into my throat.

	I opened wide again, taking the first half of the solid log in my
mouth.  Again he groaned with pleasure.  I worked him into another frenzy
with slow, deliberate, firm, up and down motions with my lips on that
thick, rigid shaft.  I paused, willing myself to relax and felt his bulbous
tip, slippery with pre-sum and saliva, poised at my throat. I opened and
felt it slide effortlessly down my throat until my nose was touched his
fleshy ball sack.  I paused there savoring not only my son's succulent cock
and the musk of his balls but also his cries of ecstasy and moans of
pleasure.  We were lost in a world of lust.

	I raised my head, took a breath and repeated the thrust down my
throat.

	"Dad---------oh fucking hot!"

	I raised my head, ready to take another deep breath and go down for
what I knew would result in his eruption.

	"HOLY SHIT!"

	I opened my eyes to see Chuck and Todd standing at the bedroom
door.  Chuck's mouth was wide open and Todd was grinning as Scott shot all
over me, himself and the bedspread.


				To be continued.

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