Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2016 16:55:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - chapter 17

I don't really know how to explain my mood after that day on the lake.  It
was a ton of fun and I wish it never would have ended, but I was also kinda
bummed out.  I mean, I thought me and Jason had our own thing going on and
me and Dad had another thing starting that was just between the two of us.
And now it's all in the open and all mixed together.  I liked what we did
and was happy that I didn't have to keep it a secret anymore, but I wasn't
ready for it to be all exposed like it was now.  I was kinda mad at Jason
for asking my dad to play around.  I mean, it took me forever to even see
Jason naked and all my dad had to do was walk in the room and a minute
later, they're doing stuff!  I suppose that's why they say `Timing is
everything.' cuz he happened to be smoking weed when Dad walked in and for
whatever reason, weed turns Jason into a different person who will do
anything naked.  I guess his brother is the reason for that.  I wish I had
a brother to teach me stuff like that.  I wonder what his brother looks
like.  I wonder what his wiener looks like.  Jason said it's as thick as my
dad's but not as long.  I bet it looks awesome – especially if it pokes
out like Jason's.  I bet he looks awesome in shorts, especially if he isn't
wearing underwear.  My wandering thoughts gave me a boner and made me
realize I was off my original thought of trying to figure out why I was
bummed out.  Okay, so I was also kinda mad at Dad.  I mean, I did all that
work to change him from a normal dad who hardly noticed his son into a
horny dad who finally gave in and did sex with me!  Well, it wasn't like
the sex he had with Jason.  That's, I guess, why I'm mad.  Why did he do
everything else with me but the real thing with Jason.  I know he said he
was afraid to hurt me and all, but he could have waited and taught me how
to do it.  I definitely would have loved to be the first boy butt he
fucked.  But from what he said on the boat, maybe he did that a long time
ago with his best friend.  I don't know... I guess I'm more mad at Jason.
He not only had sex with Dad, but also his brother and he even did me.  He
does everything I want to do.  So, am I mad or just really jealous?  Maybe
I should try to get closer to him.  That way I can meet his brother.  I got
up from my desk where I was having this conversation with myself and went
into my bathroom.  I imagined Jason and his brother were in there too.  I
turned on the shower and wished they were there with me undressing to go in
with me.  We all had boners.  It was the first time I saw Jason's brother's
wiener.  I don't even know his name – I'll just call him Adam.  Adam is
a really hot guy who is a few years older than me in school.  So, Adam's
wiener pokes out exactly like Jason's but it so much bigger.  He has a lot
of brownish pubes that go up his skinny belly and stop at his belly button.
His balls are big like Jason but even bigger because he's older.  They're
smooth, not hairy – maybe he shaves them like guys online or maybe hair
just doesn't grow there.  He walks past me and grabs my ass.

"Jason was right.  I really really love your ass!  It's the most perfect
butt I've ever seen.  Reminds me of my mom's tits," I imagined him saying.

I don't know why I imagined he'd say his mom's tits.  It's just that my dad
always compared my butt to my mom's tits.  I was in my shower now soaping
up my butt imagining it was Adam rubbing me.  He hugged me from behind and
I felt his hard wiener on my back.  I reached behind me and felt his wiener
for the first time.  It was so hard and so slippery.  I took a bottle of
body wash from the rack hanging from the shower head above me and squirted
some on my hands.  I closed my eyes and rubbed the bottle all over my back
side – pressing it into my back like it was Adam's hard on.  I lowered
it to my butt and rubbed it up and down inside my butt crack.  It was too
thick to reach my hole and the top was too hard to feel as good as a wiener
head so I just put it between my legs and pushed up into my balls with it.
I used my fingers in my crack instead and easily reached my hole which was
already slippery with body wash from the bottle.  I shuttered at how good
it felt to touch myself there.  I guess I was pretty worked up from the
fantasy in my head.  As usual, I imagined the view of Adam and I from a
camera's pint of view and with my eyes closed.  I still pictured Adam from
school since I didn't know what Jason's brother looked like.  Anyway, Adam
is behind me and he's hugging me really tight.  He's really strong and
muscly.  His hard wiener is touching my hole.  I pressed my head up against
the shower wall and wedged my spread feet on the corner where the short
wall meets the tub floor.  My butt was so soapy but it still wasn't that
easy to stick my finger in it.  I guess Dad is right – there's no way
he'd get his big fat wiener in my hole if I can hardly get my own finger in
it!  I was playing with my wiener using my other hand and thought maybe I
should stop that while I tried to push my finger in.  I mean, it felt so
good, that I didn't even realize that I tensed up when I touched it.  I
remembered how Jason calmed me down telling me to relax, although in my
mind, it was Adam whispering it to me.  I concentrated on the warmth of the
shower water and the super slick soap inside my butt crack and gently
circled my hole with my finger.

"Yea, that's it.  Relax that little boy hole.  Rub that tiny boy pussy so I
can get in there and make you feel so good.  That's right boy, relax that
hole so you can get fucked," I fantasized Adam whispering to me.

And I did.  I relaxed and my finger easily went in as if a door was opened!
What a weird feeling – the inside of my body.  The skin that nobody will
ever see.  I'm touching a part of me that is so personal.  It feels so
weird but so awesome!  I didn't imagine my insides when I did this in the
woods.  I guess I was too worried about being caught to think about it.  I
brought my other hand back to my wiener and that touch immediately
tightened my butt hole onto my finger.  I went back to my relaxation steps
and soon was able to reach a point where I could play inside my hole and
stroke my wiener at the same time.  God it felt so good.  Different than
when Jason was in me because that movement was so random, but still really
really awesome.  My eyes were closed and my mental image returned to the
camera angle of me getting fucking by Adam in my shower.  Jason suddenly
was there too – he was the one touching, no, sucking my wiener while his
brother slowly pumped in and out of my hole.  That was an image that I just
couldn't take and I literally shuddered and came just seconds later!  I had
a hard time breathing with all the steam and dropped to my knees under the
hot shower stream.  My finger finally slipped out of my hole on the way
down and just like the rest of the times, I felt empty.  The more times I
had things in my butt, the more I missed them when they were gone.  I did
not understand these yearnings that a true bottom boy has, but would learn
to understand and love this hunger as I grew up.  ...

My dad woke me up early on a Sunday.  I went to bed late so it was earlier
than I wanted to get up.  I was grumpy and wanted him to go away.  Of
course I was naked and his wandering hands under my sheet verified that as
he rubbed my naked body and quickly had my wiener hard from the good
feelings he was giving me.  No words were spoken for a few minutes.  He was
making me feel good and I let him.  Because I was still tired, I was
selfish and didn't touch him back but he seemed okay with that.  I knew he
liked touching my body and was smiling now as he was doing it.  My bedroom
door was open.

"Where's Mom?" I asked, worried that she may catch him.

"Still sleeping.  I got up early... couldn't sleep.  I was thinking about
you.  About us," he said softly.  "She won't catch us.  I'll hear her get
up.  And you're still covered."

I wondered what he was thinking about me.  About us.  So I asked.  "What
about us?"

"Well, you know.  About the stuff we've been doing.  And with Jason.  The
sexy stuff," he explained in case I forgot.

"What about it?  I'm not going to say anything to anyone.  Neither will
Jason.  It's fun.  It feels good.  Like now," I said closing my eyes
enjoying my dad's rubbing.

"Let's not talk about it now.  We'll go for a ride after breakfast.  Just
us guys.  I'll be able to tell you everything then," he answered.

He stopped talking, but didn't stop rubbing.  I reached over and found his
hard wiener inside his pajama pants.  I rubbed him too.  Silently, we gave
each other pleasure.  I worked his wiener out of the front of his pants so
I was rubbing his naked skin and not the fabric around it.  Dad was extra
hard this morning.  It was more exciting for me because my door was open
and Mom truly could catch us.

"I can't cum here.  It'll get everywhere and your mother will know," he
whispered.

I was bummed because I wanted to see it shoot, but I understood.  I guess
for once, I was glad I didn't shoot any sperm because I could still cum and
not have to worry about cleaning it up.  So Dad continued to play with me
and I just squeezed his big shaft and felt his squishy head.  It was so big
and looked so awesome.  Better than anything I have seen on the internet.
It was my dad!  I wanted to be able to be able to have him push it into me
but I knew he was right – it would hurt me too much.  But still, here
was my dad and he wanted to be with me and touch me like this.  I never
felt so close to him.  This was the first time I remember something other
than just physical pleasure pushed me over the edge.  I had an inner
feeling, a closeness, a love for my Dad that added to my orgasm.  It lasted
longer than previous ones.  I felt hot all throughout my body as I
shuttered to my dad's touching.  He hugged me afterwards.  My hand never
left his wiener.  When he stood up, he posed with it sticking out of his
pants.  He looked so massive.

It was less than 3 minutes later that I heard the moans coming from my
parent's room.  I hoped Dad was thinking of me while he had sex with my
mom.  If she only knew.  I got out of bed and walked to the hall, still
naked.  I realized why it didn't sound as muffled as when I would hear it
from my room in the middle of the night.  Dad left the door slightly open.
At first I went to softly close it but curiosity got the best of me and I
cautiously peeked in.  I had to open the door more to see around to their
bed but wow – I was rewarded with my dad's ass moving up and down as he
fucked my mom.  His big balls were slapping her and his shaft nearly came
out of her hole each time he pulled back.  I saw my mom's pussy but it had
no sexual effect on me.  The only thing I wanted to watch was my daddy's
hard wiener.  I touched my wiener as I watched them.  They were both pretty
vocal which surprised me knowing I was in the house and could hear them.
Dad seemed to be getting so much pleasure from doing this.  I remember
thinking I wish I had a pussy so he could do that with me.  I stayed there
until Daddy came inside my mom's pussy.  He left it in and kissed her tits
and lips passionately.  I wished we could kiss like that too.  Before I got
caught, I slowly backed out of the doorway and quietly closed the door
behind me.  I accidently clicked it at the end but hopefully they just
thought that sound was something else.

After breakfast, I took a quick shower and Dad was in my room when I walked
in.  I hadn't bothered to cover myself after my shower.  I mean, both my
parents have seen me naked with a boner and I just saw them have sex.  I
guess in my mind, nudity in our household was acceptable now.  Of course, I
was the only one who thought that.  So in I walked and practically jumped
out of my skin when I saw Dad sitting on my bed.  I wasn't expecting him to
be there and he scared the heck out of me!

"Do you even own clothes anymore?" he asked smiling.

"Yeess," I smiled back.  For once I wasn't hard.

"Well, you're extremely cute like that, but unfortunately, you gotta get
dressed.  We're going for a ride so we can talk.  Privately," he said.

"What about?  Whatever it is, I didn't do it," I joked.

"The sooner you get ready, the sooner we can talk," he said seriously.

He wasn't in the mood to joke around I guess.  He didn't leave though.  He
was watching me get dressed.  You already know I like to be watched when
I'm naked so I took my time.  It wasn't long before I got a boner from my
exhibitionism.  My bedroom door was open.  I didn't care if Mom saw me.  I
had actually thought about my mom.  How she saw me naked and hard the other
week.  And if Mom saw Dad was okay with me being on display with a boner,
maybe she'll get used to it too and then I'll never have to wear clothes at
home!  And if she's cool with that, then maybe Dad will do it too.  But Mom
never did see me that day.  I finally ran out of things that could delay me
from getting dressed.  Reluctantly, I got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
No undies.  Dad stood when I was done and we walked out to the car in the
driveway together... his hand affectionately on my shoulder.

We drove in silence – the radio being the only sound.  It was set to my
favorite station from the last time I rode in the car with Mom.  Dad
usually changes it to his favorite 90's music station, but not today.  I
don't know if he was being nice or deep in thought, but he made no attempt
to change it so I didn't plan to call his attention to it.  After around a
ten minute drive, he turned off at the mall drive exit.  This was usual
because he did all his shopping at Martin's Department Store.  When he
turned into the Home Depot parking lot it made more sense, up until he
pulled into a parking area that was nowhere near the entrance.  I saw a
sign that said "Employees park beyond blue line" and a bunch of cars which
were obvious employee cars.

"Did you get a job at Home Depot?" I asked him.

"No.  I just wanted to park in a place where we could talk privately.
Where nobody would bother us," he answered.

Seconds later, he stopped the car and backed in a space along the final row
of the parking lot.  There were two empty spaces on each side of us.  We
were definitely not going to be bothered.  He shut the car off and turned
to me.

"Zach, before I say anything, I want you to know I love you very very much
and would do anything for you.  I want you to be happy and above all, safe.
You know this, right?" he asked.  I nodded.

"Okay, good.  So I want to talk to you about the things that we've done
together.  And with your friend Jason.  I have noticed a difference in you
since the day we were on the lake.  I'm worried about you and need to know
what's going on in your mind.  What you've been thinking about since
then. Do you regret what happened?  Are you confused about everything?  Do
you wish it hadn't happened?" he asked with concern on his face.

"No – I'm okay with what happened.  Some things were a surprise, but...
but it was fun and stuff," I answered.

"Do you have any questions about it?" Dad asked.  I shook my head no.

"Zachary... ask me questions.  You can't have nothing to say.  I need you
to ask me everything that's in your mind about all this.

We sat in silence for over a minute.  Of course I had questions, but I
usually figure stuff out on my own.  That's just how I am.  I have to ask a
question though.  He's not going to allow me to not ask anything.

"Umm, with Jason.  Did you really just walk in on him and catch him
smoking?" I asked.

"Okay – that's a good start.  Yes.  That's true.  I really did smell
weed and followed my nose to the bathroom.  I already knew he smoked.  It
surprised me when I smelled it on him – being that he's so young.  But
the smell is very distinctive and it was obvious he had some at some point
recently.  I assumed he brought it to our home that night, but I couldn't
figure out a way to bring up the subject without being accusative.  He was
a new friend for you.  I didn't want to jeopardize your friendship if I was
wrong.  Honestly, when I opened the door to the bathroom, I expected to
catch the two of you together.  When it was just him, I was a bit
surprised.  Relieved, but surprised," he said.

"You thought I smoke weed?" I asked.

"It's not uncommon for a friend to convince another to try it.  That's how
I ended up smoking it the first time," he said.

"How old were you?" I asked.

"Umm, maybe 13 or 14.  I'd have to think about that," he admitted.

"So, you caught him smoking.  Why didn't you just yell at him?  How come
you and him... that you guys... I don't understand how you..." I stuttered.

"That we ended up having sex?" he suggested.  I nodded.

"Yea, I figured you would want the full story there."  Dad paused thinking
of the words.  "Well Jason was already naked when I walked in.  I don't
know why he didn't lock the door.  So I caught him.  What you don't know is
that I caught him earlier that night too – not smoking, but looking at
pornography on your laptop while you were showering.  I didn't yell at him
though – I just suggested he may be a bit too young to be looking at
that kind of material.  His answer was very remarkable, and I quote, "But
I'm not too young to actually do that kind of material.  Just ask my older
brother."  And he stressed the words do and older as if he was trying to
tell me something," he said.

"He was telling you that his older brother and him play around," I said as
if I solved the mystery.

"Oh, I know Zach.  I was just trying to explain the sexual signals he was
sending out.  Just so you know I didn't initiate this thing with Jason."
He paused again.  "Okay, back to the bathroom.  So I will confess two
things about that moment.  First, the smell of that weed triggered a memory
of my younger years and for a moment, Jason resembled my best friend from
back then.  I never told you about him.  He died right after college in a
motorcycle accident.  Damn I miss him," Dad said and just stared straight
ahead at nothing.

"What was the second thing about that moment?" I asked, snapping Dad out of
his thought.

"Oh uh, the second thing was just how... I don't quite know how to say
this... I'm really opening up a section of me that not many people know.
But I want you to know.  It was just how beautiful Jason's form looked
leaning against the counter.  The street light from the window, the night
light by the sink.  The body of a boy is an amazing thing and perfectly
illuminated like he was... I was really awestruck," he confessed.

"Did you ever think that about me too?" I asked.

"Oh Zachary baby, you have no idea!  Since the day you were born, I have
adored you.  Not just as my son, but as the most perfect specimen alive.
Your physical beauty combined with the deep love I have for you... there is
no way you can ever understand what you mean to me," he continued.

"You never told me that," I said.

"Zachary, you may not be able to understand this about me.  About the world
we live in and what people would do to me if they knew."  Again, a pause
while he searched for the words.  "I never thought I would ever confess
this to you, but I owe it to you as my son.  I cannot continue to keep this
to myself.  As a boy, I wasn't the most athletic or popular.  I was
infatuated with other boys who were, and as I grew older, that attraction
has remained.  You're smart enough to know this cannot get out.  Not only
will it end my marriage with your mother, but I'll lose my job, I'll truly
be ruined by something that I cannot control.  Some people would say I'm
mentally ill.  But they don't understand.  They're just blessed with a
sexual attraction to something that isn't illegal to act out their urges.
So no, I never told you about this.  I never told you how incredible happy
I was when the doctor's told us we were going to have a boy.  I never told
you how I enjoyed helping your mother care for you, to bathe you, to change
your diapers, to do anything that gave me the chance to see you without
clothing." he smiled as he remembered back.

"I don't remember any of that.  I only remember Mom doing stuff like that,"
I said.

"No, you won't remember that.  Once I felt you were at the age that your
memory would kick in, I stopped being inappropriate.  I didn't want to harm
you and give you lasting memories that may haunt you.  And I'm only saying
what others warned.  Psychologists on TV and in books, boy did I read a lot
of books on the subject, they all speculated that this could be damaging to
a child.  So I stopped the physical things, but only after I was assured I
could still enjoy you without anyone accusing me of abuse," he said.

"So you're a pedal... pedda..." I couldn't think of the word.

"Pedophile?  Well I don't like that word.  To me, it evokes harm to a
child.  I certainly would never harm a child.  I want you to know that.
And I hope you realize that.  Do you think I've ever caused you harm?" he
asked.

"No.  Not at all," I answered.

"Good.  That's why, like I was saying, I stopped the physical things with
you and replaced them with something where I could still feed my desires,"
he continued.

 "What did you do?" I asked.

"You remember how I told you how you used to be naked all the time at
home?" he asked.

"Yeah," I recalled.

"Well that was because of me.  You didn't remove your clothes.  I started
doing it.  I did it anytime I could and told your mother that you must have
done it yourself.  I got the idea while reading the psychology books how
children pick up unusual activity and consider it the norm after a short
repetitive period.  In your case, it was under three weeks.  You wanted to
be naked.  You liked when you were naked.  So you started undressing
yourself.  I obviously loved that my experiment worked but your mother was
not a fan.  I assured her it would pass on its own if we just never made a
big deal about it.  She believed me for over a year.  A wonderful year of
my little Zachery parading around in nothing more that he was born in," he
said, still smiling.

"You said you bought me cartoon undies to stop me from doing that," I
reminded him.

"Yea, eventually your mother won the argument and I couldn't convince her
to continue to let her son be a home nudist.  Even though I showed her
research that said it was somewhat common for boys and girls to act this
way.  She didn't think it would last as long as it did.  So I was thrilled
to find the article in a parenting magazine that suggested the cartoon
underwear.  I thought if I couldn't have you naked, at least you'd still be
in your underwear," he told me.

"So are you gay?  I mean, you have sex with Mom.  I saw you this morning,"
I pointed out.

"I figured you'd be watching.  That's why I left the door open for you.
But no, I'm not gay like you know.  I guess I'm bisexual, but only for
boys," he explained.

"What is it about boys?" I wondered.

"I've asked myself that same question hundreds of times.  I don't
know... don't take this the wrong way, but a boy resembles a woman in so
many ways.  You're petite, innocent, curious, smooth, hairless, super cute
and you haven't yet been polluted by hormones yet," he explained.

"Is that why you compare my butt cheeks to Mom's boobies?" I asked with a
giggle.

"Yep – your butt is so squeezable, I could play with it all day," he
said while squeezing the air in front of him.

"You've got a boner," I pointed to the obvious bulge in his pants.

"I'm sure you have one too," he said as he reached over to my crotch and
squeezed my wiener.  "Yep – there is it.  Why don't you take it out and
give it some air?"

I did as told and unsnapped my shorts, pulled down my zipper and released
my hard wiener.  I pushed my shorts all the way to my ankles and raised my
butt off the seat to show Dad how hard I was.  I didn't even have to
suggest that Dad do the same thing.  As soon as mine was out, he opened his
pants and pulled out his big wiener and his balls.  It looked smaller than
normal, probably because he was sitting and it was scrunched.  But it was
still really fat and awesome.  We said nothing.  Just stared at each
other's wieners.  Well, Dad was also looking around the parking lot to see
if anyone was coming but nobody – not even cars coming in or going out
were anywhere near us.

"So, anyway... this is quite a relief.  You didn't freak out.  Your father
is sexually attracted to cute boys... just like you," he said with a fake
smile.

"Well I kind of already knew that.  I mean you played with me.  And with
Jason.  I don't think you did that against your will," I reminded him.

"Well, it may have seemed that way but it really was.  I tried everything
to resist your temptation.  I never intended to get you involved no matter
what my desires were.  It's my job as a father to protect you from
harm. And I knew the biggest possibility of harm was myself.  I really
struggled for years over this, but your suggestive actions were too much!
I mean, first you pranced around in your underwear and then naked!  And the
puppy wrestling on the bed pretending you were six years old again.  How
can anyone expect me to resist all that?  I was challenged and I lost," he
said.

"No, you didn't lose.  You won.  Look!" I said as I pushed my wiener in the
air again to remind him of his prize.

"Yes, but what about you?  This can't be all about my desires," he said.

"I did what I did because I wanted to see your wiener.  I want to see
everyone's wiener!  Every time I see a boy or a man, I wonder what their
wiener looks like!  I couldn't ever just ask you to just see it so I had to
figure out a different way.  I just thought if I showed you mine, you'd
show me yours," I said.

"That was a crazy plan just to see my penis," he said.

"Yea, but it worked," I smiled at him.  He smiled back.  "And now it can be
just us playing.  I'll forgive you for the two times with Jason."

"Well, three actually," Dad said.

"Three?  I only know of two," I replied confused.

"That's because you don't know about the other one.  Baby, I didn't want to
tell you because I thought you'd be upset.  I didn't want you to lose your
friendship with Jason.  But I owe you the truth.  It was actually in
between the time in the bathroom and the time on the boat," he started.

"So that's why he was so quick to say yes to going along that day!" I said
piecing all the facts together.

"I suppose so, but I don't really know.  He came over one day unannounced,
because that's what he does.  You know, the whole no phone thing."  I
nodded.  "I was in the garage cleaning out the gunk underneath the mower
deck.  He asked for you, but it was the day your mother took you to the
dentist and to get your hair cut.  I told him you'd be back after lunch.
It was only like 9:30 at the time.  So he left and I got back to work.  Not
15 minutes later, he come back in the garage and asks for you again.  I
thought maybe he had a twin and they didn't communicate or something, so I
reminded him what I said earlier – that you weren't home and you'd be
back after lunch.  Zach, I smelled the weed on him right away.  And I saw
the glassy look in his eyes.  I quickly realized he just went off somewhere
and smoked a joint!  So he's like "So you're the only one home?" and "So
nobody will be back for a while?" and of course I knew what he was eluding
to.  I mean, I already knew what he was willing to do when he smoked," he
said.

"So you just did it in the garage?" I asked.

"No, of course not.  I told him no.  Somehow I had the ability to say no.
But Zach, he has an amazing ability to speak without words.  His dick poked
out his shorts showing me how hard he was, he posed with his butt bumped
out just right, he lifted his shirt showing me his smooth flat belly and
then he walks over to the button and closed the garage door on us!" he
continued.

"So you just did it in the garage?" I repeated.

"No, I was grimy from the lawnmower so I walked by him saying his teasing
wasn't going to work and I had to go in to wash my hands.  Zach, he
followed me inside.  He was right there at the sink in the laundry room.
Zach, he was so close, our sides were touching.  I seriously kept saying no
and that what he had in mind wasn't a good idea.  Zach, he reached over to
my shorts and unzipped me and pulled out my cock through my boxers," he
continued.

"Were you hard?" I asked.

"Hell yea I was.  I mean come on, I was being molested by a boy.  He wanted
me.  He wanted me a second time!  How often does that happen?  So
obviously, I lost out my ability to say no and one thing led to another and
so it happened again," he said.

"Tell me what happened.  What did he do to you?" I demanded.

"You really want to know?  Are you sure?  I don't want you to be mad at me
once I tell you," he questioned.

"Tell me," I repeated.  This time I reached over and touched his wiener and
continued to stroke it as he spoke.

"Well, he grabs my dick and starts stroking me, like you're doing now.  But
I needed him to be naked again so I'm untying his shorts and pulling them
down with his underwear and then pulling that tank top he always wears over
his head and so he's just standing there in his old sneakers.  He looked
different than in the soft light of the bathroom but still an amazing naked
boy – just like I fantasize about all the time!  I was so fucking turned
on – his dick was harder than anything I ever remember.  I lifted him up
on the dryer and immediately started sucking on his dick.  I didn't really
get to do that too much in the bathroom so I really enjoyed doing it –
without the risk of getting caught which made us go quickly last time.  He
smelled like he just showered which made me happy because I also intended
to do my favorite thing to him.  You remember what that is?" he asked.

"Lick his butt?" I guessed.

"You bet – I was going to lick that little boy's hot asshole until he
squealed.  All I did was start to lift his legs up and he got the message
right away.  Up his legs went all the way over his head and there it was –
his perfect little asshole – hairless and begging for my tongue.  Zach,
remember how great that felt when I did it to you?  Well I did it just as
good for Jason and he couldn't get enough.  He was moaning and carrying on
like he never felt so good.  He actually stopped me and said it was too
much – that he was getting light headed.  I let off a bit but intended
to go back for more when he calmed down some.  So he lets his legs down and
plops right off the dryer and literally ripped my shirt off!  I mean, it
was old and stuff, but he tore right through it trying to get it off me.
Down came my pants and just like that, I'm naked too.  Zach, I know you got
some head from Jason too, so you know that boy knows how to suck a cock
good!  Well he's all over my cock like he's been doing it for years.  I
guess based on what he said, he has been sucking his brother off for years
so I suppose that's true!  He's still a boy so I couldn't shove the whole
thing in there.  Hell, I'd suffocate him.  So I just let him be the perfect
little cocksucker that he is and damn he almost made me cum like three
times before I had to take a break.  But one thing about that boy when he's
high on weed, there are no breaks.  He's like a puppy when you let it off
the chain in the back yard – that boy immediately begged for me to fuck
him right there.  Thank God your mom keeps her small body lotion bottles we
get from hotel rooms in a shoe box in the laundry room.  I lubed up my cock
and his little butt and positioned him just right hanging off the dryer and
little by little I got my cock up his tiny butt hole.  He may get fucked by
his brother a lot but he was tight.  I thought I was hurting him but he
kept saying he wanted more.  It took a few minutes but I got in him as far
as I could – maybe about half my cock.  I remember at that moment that I
was experiencing something I never thought I ever would in my life!  Zach,
I know my attraction to boys is a new thing to you, but I think about it
every day of my life.  So although I would have preferred it was you and me
doing this, it was still an amazing experience.  I hardly lasted more than
a minute before I was pumping his butt with my cum...  He loved when I
came.  He said he could... feel it inside him and..."

He couldn't speak any longer.  My soft tugs on his wiener switched to full
pumps as he told his story.  I knew he was going to shoot soon so I
concentrated on my rhythm and speed.  We didn't speak.  The only sounds
were his breathing and the skin of his wiener and balls flapping away.
When I felt him get extra hard and swell up, I knew it was coming.  Just
then, he shot a splat up and onto his shirt!  Another one shot closer to
his belly and the final gobs formed around my fingers wrapped around his
shaft.

"Oh my God Zach, that was amazing!  Holy shit!  Boy, I have a mess to clean
up!  Quick, grab some napkins out of the glove compartment," he instructed.

I did as told and watched him wipe up his cum.

"Lemmie see them," I instructed.

"The napkins?" he asked.  I nodded.

I took the wet folded up napkins from him and opened them up so I could see
my daddy's cum.  I smelled it and ran my fingers through it.  It smelled
familiar.  My dad watched me as I inspected his load.  I wish I would have
sucked him when he came but it was so cool to watch him shoot too.  I can't
wait until I can shoot too.

"Try it?" Dad said to me.

"You dare me?" I asked smiling.  I was already thinking of doing that.

"Yea.  I dare you to eat your daddy's cum," he whispered.

I needed this moment to prove to my dad that I'm just as good as Jason in
turning him on.  Jason may be able to fit his wiener in his butt, but I'll
get there soon.  For now, I wanted to prove I was serious about being Dad's
#1 boy.  I slipped my cum covered fingers in my mouth.  When they were
clean, I found more on the napkin and ate that too.  Dad was smiling.  So
then I licked the napkin!

"Holy shit, Zach, are you that hungry?" he asked smiling big.

"I'll always be hungry for you Daddy.  This is what made me.  That's
something Jason can never say," I said as sexy as I was able to, imitating
a style I learned from online porn.

"You said you wouldn't be mad at me for telling you what we did.  Is that
not the case?" he asked.

"Well, I'm kind of mad at him.  I mean, you said you can't control what
you're attracted to.  But he... well to be fair, he didn't know that you
and me did anything, so I guess he didn't do it behind my back... I guess I
just wish we can do stuff like that.  But yours is so big.  And I'm so
little," I fumbled for the right words.

"Well I think I can help you with that.  I mean, it won't change things
right away, but it'll be a good start.  Here," he said after he grabbed a
paper bag from behind his seat and handed it to me.  I opened it and pulled
out a package with a fake wiener in it.

He sensed my confusion.  "That's called a dildo.  It's a small one.  You
can practice with it by sticking it up your butt and getting used to it.
Once that happens, I'll buy you a little bit bigger one."

"So I'll stretch?  Will it stay stretched?" I asked.

"No.  Your body is elastic and everything will return to its regular size.
But this will get you used to the feeling and you'll learn to relax with it
and maybe someday we can replace it with the real thing!" he explained.

"But I want the real thing now!  Jason had it three times and I didn't
ever," I complained.

"Hey – he's older than you and already went through this type of
practice.  His brother's dick wasn't always as big as it is now, so he
worked his way up.  And I plan to help you too.  It'll be just as much fun
for me to use that on you, I promise," he said.

"So you'll stick it in me like it's your own wiener?" I asked excited.

"Yes of course!  I'd love that!  But you need to do it on your own too
since we won't have as many opportunities as we'd like," he said.

"Thanks Daddy!  Can I try it now?" I said as I pulled the packaging off and
it plopped down into my lap.  I flipped over on the seat and pushed my butt
upwards.

"Ummm, well I'd love to.  Damn your ass really is an amazing thing.  Damn,
look at that fucking perfect boy butt.  But I don't think that's a good
idea right here in the parking lot!  And you need something to lubricate it
so it goes in a lot easier.  That's why I also got you this," he said as he
pulled a little bottle of "Wet" out of his pocket.

I had no idea what "Wet" was until Dad said that was a brand of lube to
drip onto the dildo when I used it.

"Okay – then let's go home and try it there!" I said holding it firmly
in my hand.  The rubber smell was new to me but its scent was something
that became very familiar as I grew up.

"Hold on a second... I'm not done talking," he said.  He was back to his
serious tone again.

"Is it more about Jason?" I asked.

"No.  No it's not actually."  He paused like before, thinking of his words.
"It's about Arnie, the boy next door," he said.

I think my face went white.  "You and Arnie too?" I accused him.

"No, no... not ME and Arnie.  I want to talk about YOU and Arnie," he said
looking at me square in the face.

I was stunned.  What did he know?  Who told him?  Is he talking about the
sex stuff or something else?  I didn't respond.  I flipped back over on the
seat and sat normally.

"Now, before I say anything, I will tell you there is something else that
you don't know and it's pretty big.  It involves Arnie and his family.  So
just let me say everything and then you can say whatever you want and ask
me anything you want to know, okay?" he asked.  I just nodded.  I think my
mouth was open from being stunned.

"Ok, I'm just going to say it like it is."  He paused.  "I knew Michael,
Arnie's dad, for a while before they moved next door.  We actually met
online in a chat room about a year ago – maybe a little longer.  The
reason they moved next door was because of me.  I told him when the house
went up for sale because he wanted to move to this area since it was closer
to the city and sometimes he had to go there for work.  But that's not the
only reason he chose that house.  You see, Michael and I share the same
interests when it comes to the stuff I just told you about.  That's how we
connected online.  There are places there where people with similar
interests can meet," he said.

"You mean you both like little boys?" I asked.

"Yes.  We are both attracted to boys.  I don't think me saying that about
Michael should be a surprise to you based on what you've experienced with
him and Arnie," he continued.

I remember feeling my head flinch back as if my dad just uncovered the
biggest secret of my life.

"Yes, Michael has told me everything that happened and even shared with me
videos he took of you when you were with him.  Really great videos by the
way.  I jerked off like 20 times watching you being such a sexy
exhibitionist.  But there's a reason he shared all that with me.  As you
know, Arnie is a few years older than you.  His dad has made Arnie
accustomed to certain behavior that I always wished I had with you, but as
I said earlier, I was afraid I'd hurt you.  Well Michael said he was very
successful with Arnie and Arnie never seemed to have any negative
consequences and in fact really enjoys the closeness with his father.  Just
so you know, Michael did the same thing with Kevin, Arnie's cousin when he
stayed with them for a summer about 5 or 6 years ago.  So Michael
volunteered to help me with you and what better way to do this than to move
next door and welcome you into their home?" he said.

I didn't know whether to be sad, mad or glad that I was tricked.

"Does Arnie know all this?" I asked.

"No.  He does not know his father and I knew each other prior to them
moving here and he was not part of the plan to get you accustomed to the
behavior that is happening in their home.  Whatever happened between you
and Arnie was just a natural friendship.  Well, I guess more than a
friendship.  You guys hit it off from the start and that just made
everything easier for Michael," he said.

"I really like Arnie a lot.  He's awesome!  I kinda wish he was my big
brother," I said.

"Well, after today, I think your relationship with Arnie will be even
better.  Right now, in some other parking lot somewhere, Arnie and his dad
are having this same conversation.  Michael is telling him about me and
about the plan to get you and me to have a similar relationship that he and
his dad do.  It's best that no secrets are kept.  That's something I really
like about Michael.  He doesn't keep secrets with anyone who is
participating.  I think you may have noticed that when Arnie didn't really
hide the truth from his father when it came to you and what you did
together.  And Michael told me everything too.  That's something you and I
will have to get used to.  I've kept secrets so long, I have to remember to
be more open with all this," he said.

"So Mom knows too?" I asked.

"No, no, no!  Your mother and Julie, Arnie's mother, are not involved.
They don't know anything beyond us all having a good friendship and it has
to stay that way.  This is just between us guys," he cautioned.

"But maybe if they know, we won't have to wait so long between when we can
play with each other," I suggested.

"No Zach.  You need to trust me with this.  I know your mother more than
you do.  For this to work, she cannot be in the know.  Please, don't even
go there," he said.

"Okay.  I trust you Daddy.  So, now what?" I asked.

"I'm glad you asked.  Here's what Michael and I have planned.  Just the
four of us are going away in a few weeks.  There's a comic con in
Springview and we're going," he said.

"I don't like comics," I reminded Dad.

"That's the reason we're going, well, that's what we're telling your
mother.  But we're not going to the convention.  We're getting a suite in a
hotel so we can all be together and work out any kinks or concerns with all
this.  It isn't for a few weeks so it also gives you time to absorb
everything I said to you today.  And to talk with Arnie and even Michael if
you want to.  You can make your own choices with this.  Nobody will be
forcing you into it but based on your behavior the last couple of months, I
think I already know your level of interest," he said.

"Can we be naked in the hotel?" I asked.

"Of course!  We'll get room service and never leave the room.  We can be
naked the whole time!  And just so you know, if this goes well, there are
gatherings of other families just like ours that we can attend.  So you'll
meet even more people like us," he announced.

"Other dads and sons?" I asked astonished.

"Yes!  Some just like us and some with multiple sons and even cousins,
nephews, brothers... trust me – there will be lots of dicks, or wieners
as you say, to keep you happy!" he said with a smile.

"And we can play with whoever we want to?" I asked imagining a place like
Dad is describing.

"With permission.  I mean we're all there for the same reason, so I doubt
you will get turned down for as cute as you are, but you don't just grab
someone's dick as a way to introduce yourself," he explained.

"That sounds awesome!  I want to be naked the whole time!  Maybe some of
the ones with smaller wieners can help me stretch my butt," I suggested.

"Wow – look at you jumping in the deep end right away!  I don't remember
you being this excited for anything before!" he said.

"I want you to be with other boys too because you said you like all kinds
of boys.  As long as I'm always your favorite," I said.

"You'd be okay with that?  If I sucked other little boy's dicks?" he asked.

"And lick their butts," I reminded him.  "It really sounds awesome!"

"Jeez Zach, I can't believe you are so excited for this!  And of course
you'll always be my favorite," he said smiling.

"I'm really excited!  Excited for the hotel with Arnie and excited to meet
all the other boys and excited for you to use this with me," I said holding
up the dildo.

"Well, this little talk went much better than I had hoped!  I'm the
luckiest dad with the most amazing and absolute sexiest little boy on
Earth," he said.

We hugged and Dad's hand of course found my butt and squeezed it.  I raised
it off the seat and spread my legs mentally begging for Dad to find my
hole.  He read my mind and soon, his fingers were poking and prodding my
boy pussy.  Not much later, I heard what would become my favorite sound –
the click the lube bottle made when it was opened.  A coolness was felt on
my hole and Dad's fingers spread the lube around and inside me.  I just
stayed in place and let Dad do what he wanted with me.  My reward was soon
entering me.  My brand new dildo wiener was slowly entering my hole.
Little by little it entered until, and without warning, my body grabbed the
dildo and pulled it inside.  It was like a switch was turned off and the
resistance just stopped.

"There it goes.  You okay?" Dad asked.

I opened my eyes and nodded but I'm pretty sure my eyes were rolled back.

"It's all the way in," he reported.

"All of it?" I questioned.

"Yep, all five inches.  Now, just sit normal, but keep it in there while I
drive.  You'll love it," he said with a smile.

I kept my shorts at my ankles, my fake wiener in my butt and my hard wiener
on display as Dad drove around town.  I even waved at people I knew.  If
they only knew I was naked from the waist down and I had a fake wiener in
my butt!

"I guess it's time to put your shorts back on buddy," my dad said as we
turned down the road to our house.

"What do I do with the fake wiener?" I asked.

"Good question.  I guess we can't just carry it past your mother.  Do you
think you can keep it in place until you get up to your bathroom?" he
asked.

"Keep it up my butt?  I suppose.  I mean, I can try.  Do I just squeeze my
butt?" I asked.

"Yeah, like you're trying to hold in a poop," Dad suggested.

What a relief I felt when Mom's car wasn't in the garage when Dad opened
the door.

"So, do I just take it out here?" I asked.

"No – just leave it in like I said," he answered.

"But Mom isn't here," I reminded him.

"Do you really want to take it out?" he questioned me.

"No, not really.  It feels good," I admitted.

"I thought so.  It'll feel even better when you walk with it inside you.
It'll move around in there and touch you inside like you've never been
touched," he whispered.

I opened the car door and carefully stepped outside the car.  I had to hold
it in as I moved because I feared it would pop out if I didn't.  Dad was at
the door to the house waiting for me.  We walked inside and to the laundry
room where Dad and Jason had sex.  I looked in and thought how cool it
would have been to hide in the hall and watch them.

"Take off your clothes and leave them here in the laundry room.  I have to
wash my shirt and pants being that you got them all full of cum," he
instructed.

"That was your cum!" I reminded him.

"Yes, but you're the reason I shot it.  Plus, I want to see you completely
naked anyway.  Come on – off with the clothes," he said waving his hand
to give them up.

I unsnapped my shorts and they fell to my feet.  Dad pulled my shirt off
and left me standing in just my sneakers.  He was in his underwear but
quickly pulled them down and was just as naked as I was.  I had a hard on –
his was puffy, but not hard.

"Okay, since your mother isn't home, let's say we do the first session of
your Daddy playing with your cute little boy pussy?" he said with a
suggestive smile.

I smiled back my approval.  With that, he reached down and lifted me up to
his chest.  I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist
which made it a lot harder to keep the fake wiener in my butt, but Dad must
have known that.  He reached under me and held onto it as we hugged.  Very
gently, he pulled it out and pushed it back in... maybe an inch at the
most.  I immediately knew I was going to love when my daddy played with me
this way.  He continued to gently pump it in and out as he carried me up
the steps and into my bedroom.  He laid me down onto my bed and pushed my
legs back, exposing my butt.

"Just relax Zachary.  Enjoy the ride," he said.

I just laid back and closed my eyes, concentrating how the fake wiener was
stimulating my insides.  It was bigger than Jason's wiener which meant I
was being touched in places never before touched.  My Daddy was doing that
for me.  The next 15 minutes was a blur.  My dad put me in a zone I never
felt before.  If my eyes would have been open, they definitely would have
been rolled back into my head.  I remember hearing my breathing and soft
moans which seemed to drive my dad crazy.  He told me later that hearing a
boy moan from sex is one of the best sounds on the planet.  I opened my
eyes at one point and saw my dad's phone was out and he apparently was
taking a video of me.

"For Arnie's dad," Dad explained.

I didn't care and in fact I loved that I was the subject of a video that
would probably make my dad and Arnie's dad jerk off.  Being on camera made
me wiggle and moan a bit more.  I mean, I wanted it to look just as good as
the scenes I've seen online!  I guess the whole situation got the best of
me.  Soon I was no longer playing for the camera – I was out of control!
Whatever my dad was doing to me was nothing I ever felt.  A tingling
started to build up from my butt to my stomach and then it branched out
like a shock wave that went down my legs and my face!  I felt hot and it
was hard to breathe!  I grabbed the bedding on the sides of me and crunched
the material in my hands as I lost any ability to move!  I felt like I was
writhing but I wasn't moving at all!  My eyes were wide open but I didn't
see anything but glimpses of my ceiling mixed with flashes that blocked my
sight.  This whole feeling came over me in about three waves before my dad
stopped playing with my butt and gently rubbed my belly instead.

"What the hell just happened?" I managed to ask.

"I think you just has the biggest orgasm of your life.  And it was awesome
from out here too!" he informed me.

"Holy fuck!" I surprised myself by saying.

"Yes... holy fuck!" my dad repeated.


I was so glad Dad had the courage to have that talk with me and confess
everything.  They say that life is really just two or three really big days
that change everything.  That was one of those days and let me assure you,
that change was a good one.  My Dad and I had many years of incredible
times together.  Most times it was just us together, but there were also a
bunch of times with other dads and their sons and once in a while, just
another boy.  I did come out of the closet when I was 14, the same day
Arnie did when we announced our relationship as a couple.  It made it so
much easier explaining to our mothers why we were together so much.  They
were happy for us but still didn't know our biggest secret.  As we got
older, Arnie and I must have inherited our father's desire for young boys.
Many times, we enjoyed them ourselves and if the situation was right, we
invited our fathers to have a taste.  And to think, this incredible life
was all because a little 10 year old boy had an uncontrollable
obsession... for wieners.