Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2009 11:25:34 +0000
From: Damian Morris <damian_morris@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: My son Alex and me 2

It took a few weeks for us to settle into a routine. Alex found his new job
tough going at first but after a month he began to feel more comfortable
and relax a little. I loved having him share my bed and we still fucked a
lot. Shaving became part of our routine, keeping our bodies smooth. It was
some time before we saw Tony, he'd been seeing a lot of Joe and spending
time at Joe's flat in Amsterdam. When he did appear, I barely recognised
him. His hair was cropped in a no. 1 and he had a goatee beard. As soon as
he got into the house he stripped off. He wore nothing under his jeans,
gone were the boxer shorts. His arse, balls and cock had been shaved smooth
and his pubes trimmed to show off his cock.

He explained that Joe preferred it like that. He wasn't living with Joe
permanently yet but the two of them met regularly to fuck. It turned out
that Joe ran a web site and Tony showed us lots of pictures and videos of
him and Joe fucking. Tony spent a few days with us and slept with Alex and
I. It was almost like old times, but he soon had to go.

My cousin Jack's wedding was something of a surprise. I'd not known that he
was getting married and I certainly had not expected an invitation. The
invitation was to Alex and I, and the whole thing was taking place in
France where the bride's family lived. Most of the English contingent would
be staying at the hotel where the wedding was taking place. Alex and I
discussed it and decided that we'd go if we could manage to find an
apartment or a villa nearby, we couldn't face the idea of staying in the
hotel with everyone else.

We were lucky, managing to get a cancellation on a small villa, with a
pool, not far from the wedding location. We could have driven, but it was a
long way, so decided to go by train instead.

Now I've always thought of myself as English and Alex was brought up that
way. But Jack's branch of the family still regard themselves as Scots and
like most expatriates, were more Scottish than anyone living in
Scotland. As a result, kilts were de rigeur at the wedding. I did have one
(a remnant from my own wedding) which came out on odd moments. A couple of
years ago I'd had it altered to fit my slightly expanded waistline. So all
we had to do was buy Alex one, not as easy as you think at short
notice. But come the day, Alex had his kilt and looked pretty good in it.

Now, the problem with the kilt is that it is a substantial item, heavy and
bulky. The easiest way to travel with one is to wear it. So Alex and I set
off, both wearing the kilt, but dressed down with t-shirt and hiking boots
(Alex's suggestion, but one that worked well). We took an overnight train,
but any chance of some excitement was dampened when we saw our fellow
travellers. So instead we kept to ourselves and actually did manage to
sleep.

I won't bore you with the wedding, it was very much like any family
wedding, except with a French accent. Our villa was lovely and we enjoyed a
midnight swim, the day we arrived and a further swim the following morning
before dressing for the wedding. Needless to say we swam naked; the only
way.

Now the advantage of the kilt is that you don't have to wear anything
underneath. Needless to say neither Alex nor I were worried about our cocks
'accidentally' going on display. In fact, we'd travelled very light, no
underwear at all and no swimwear.

The wedding started early and after the 'breakfast' at the hotel we were
all invited to the bride's parent's place. This was impressive with a huge
(I mean huge) garden, complete with a private walled garden and a large
wooded area.

By late afternoon Alex and I were getting a little bored and not a little
horny. So we wandered into the wooded area and started to fuck. I bent over
and Alex's cock soon made contact with my arse. That's another advantage of
the kilt, no undressing needed. Alex was just about to come when we heard
voices. I was bent over, my kilt fully lifted up to reveal my naked arse,
Alex had his own kilt lifted up to free his cock, everything would be on
display to whoever saw us. We were too far gone to stop, so when my cousins
Robert and Logan appeared there was little we could do. Robert and Logan
were the sons of the groom's elder brother (Malcolm), Robert was around 16
I think and Logan 13 or 14. The elder was a rather handsome redhead, the
younger a cheeky blond. I expected them to shout, exclaim or
something. Instead they stood watching us with great fascination. Despite
or because of the audience, Alex came quickly and easily. But before we
could say anything to the boys they ran off.

Alex was keen to ignore it and return to the party before we were missed,
but I was reluctant to leave things without having a word with Robert and
Logan. We had a wander round the garden and finally found them in the
walled garden, messing around on a large garden bench. They were giggling
and Logan was lying across Robert. There were a few other people around,
smoking and drinking, but no-one in the garden was paying them much
attention. Robert shouted to us and said hi, he seemed happy and made no
mention of the incident in the wood. Then Logan shifted and 'accidentally'
lifted up his kilt. To reveal that not only was his boy cock rock hard, but
that Robert's cock was firmly up Logan's arse. I was amazed, that they
should be fucking and that they were doing so in such a public place. I
think my reaction must have shown on my face because Robert started to
explain.

"Don't worry Logan and I do this regularly, don't we Logan" Logan nodded.
"And seeing you and Alex sort of gave us ideas, didn't it Logan?"  "Sure
did. I've not had Robert's cock up my arse since yesterday. Dad got us up
too early to fuck this morning."  I got the distinct impression that Logan
liked using such sexual language in front of me and, to tell the truth, it
was something of a turn on.  "So you two fuck regularly?"  "Sure, do you
and Alex?"  Having asked Robert if he and Logan fucked I felt I had to
answer, "Yes we do, though not usually so publicly as this."  "Yeah, cool
isn't it" Logan added his bit, "Amazing what you can do in a kilt!"

Robert moved slightly and his cock slipped out of Logan's arse. For his age
it was quite substantial, he was going to be a big boy when he'd finished
growing. He looked at me speculatively.

"We could always go to our room"

I was excited and a little shocked at Robert's suggestion of a four some. I
looked over at Alex who had been quiet but who'd been paying a great deal
of attention to the little show being put on for us. He nodded his head, so
I said OK.

It turned out that Robert and Logan were sharing a room in the
house. Amazingly we got there without much in the way of disturbance. Once
in the room Logan stripped off with amazing speed. His young cock was rock
hard. He knelt down on the bed and presented his tight arse for me to
fuck. I stripped off and slipped my cock into his moist hole. Robert was
laid on his back, his legs lifted to display his pink arse and substantial
cock, surrounded by a mass of red pubes which stood out alarmingly against
his pale white skin. Alex accepted Robert's implicit invitation and was
soon fucking him.

Logan made it clear that he wanted to get fucked by all 3 of us and we all
obliged, leaving his arse full of our cum. No matter how often he came,
Robert's cock always seemed to be hard. He was delighted when I decided to
take advantage of this and sat on his erect cock. He seemed to get a thrill
from fucking someone so much older than him and frankly, I found his
energetic cock exciting.

When we returned to the party, we'd been hardly missed. Robert commented to
his father that they'd been showing us their latest computer game and
Malcolm (their father), simply rolled his eyes and sympathised with us. To
my surprised Robert asked Malcolm whether they could stay the night with us
in our villa as it had a pool. Malcolm looked quizzically at me, as if to
say did we want to lumber ourselves with these two. I thought of Logan's
arse and Robert's cock, looked at Alex and then agreed, saying only that it
would be better if they came the following day rather than this evening.

By the time we got back to the villa we were knackered and simply collapsed
into bed, not even bothering to shower. Next morning we felt refreshed and
started the day with a swim. We'd showered and shaved by the time Robert
and Logan arrived, dropped off by their father. They announced that they
were staying until tomorrow at least, if that was OK. Malcolm said that
he'd possibly drop in tomorrow but that he and his girlfriend were off to
the beach.

The boys were just wearing shorts and as soon as their father had left they
both stripped off and jumped into the pool. We followed suit and and soon
all four of us were horsing around. Both boys enjoyed being naked and
showing of their hard cocks. By lunch-time, Logan had been fucked by all 3
of us and both Alex and Robert had fucked me. In fact the only thing that
the guys seemed to stop for was food. Whilst we were eating, Robert was
keen to learn more about Alex and I. He seemed disappointed when I admitted
that we hadn't been fucking long, I think he'd wanted to hear that we'd
been fucking since Alex was a boy.

Logan then asked about the shaving. Alex said that he found shaved guys
sexier and admitted that he wasn't very hairy anyway. I said that I shaved
because Alex liked it that way and that it made my dick look better when we
fucked in public. That, of course, led to Alex telling them about the
holiday. By this time we were all getting excited, Logan suggested fucking
again but Alex said that they ought to cool of in the pool. Alex and Logan
went off to the pool but Robert stayed behind.

He said that he'd always hated being a red-head and loathed having bright
red pubes. Apart from these, he wasn't particularly hairy yet. He looked
carefully and asked what I thought he'd look like if he shaved his pubes. I
said that I thought he'd look very sexy. We disappeared off to the bathroom
and I had the delight of removing Robert's pubes and shaving his crack. As
expected his white skin looked lovely without the hair and his arse was
terribly tempting. Still lubricated by the shaving cream I slipped a finger
into his tight hole. He exclaimed, his hole was very tight, I massaged it
with my finger until he begged me to fuck him. I needed no more invitation
and filled his eager hole.

When we eventually rejoined the other two it was obvious what we'd been
doing as Robert's shaved cock was witness to it. And so the day went
delightfully on. Come nightfall it was obvious that we couldn't simply put
Robert and Logan and the spare bed. It was Logan who enquired why we
couldn't all sleep together. The bed Alex and I had been using was a
king-size, but it proved to be a bit of a squeeze for the four of us. But
the boys enjoyed it and if I'm truthful, I did too though I wouldn't want
to do it every day.

Next morning we'd all had a swim and a fuck by the time Malcolm
arrived. The boys had dragged out some shorts and when Malcolm entered the
villa we were all decently clothed. I'd expected him to bring his
girlfriend, whom we'd met rather briefly at the wedding. But Malcolm
excused her, saying she was tired. The boys seemed to welcome this and I
got the impression that they didn't like Malcolm's girlfriend very much.

Their father safely arrived, the boys went off to play by the pool. Malcolm
had brought an amazingly small pair of swimming trunks to wear.

"I thought I might take a swim myself, I imagine that Logan's already in
the pool."  "Do you wear those on the beach?" Malcolm was a big guy and I
goggled at the thought of him wearing these to the beach.

He grinned, "Of course".

I was just about to suggest that he keep his shorts on when I saw in the
distance that Logan had dispensed with his shorts whilst swimming in the
pool. Now or never I thought. Malcolm was my age but I didn't know him very
well and wasn't sure how he'd react. Still, here goes I thought.

"We haven't actually been wearing anything when swimming. I imagine that
Logan's already stripped off."  "He does seem rather come adrift from his
clothes. All of you have been stripping off you say?"

I nodded. Malcolm smiled and shrugged, "Well, I guess its no different from
the nudist beach. And its not as if they haven't seen me naked".

He quickly stripped off, revealing a bulky body covered with a fine array
of dark hair, over his chest, his belly and even his arse. A substantial
uncut cock hung from a thatch of dark pubic hair. I slipped off my
shorts. Alex came out of the kitchen carrying some beers, he looked amazed
to see us naked but simply winked at me. He gave Malcolm and me a beer and
dropped his own shorts.

Once outside we lay down, Malcolm lay on his stomach displaying his
impressive back and a pair of well shaped buttocks. I knew it was unlikely,
but I'd love to get my tongue into that well shaped crack. Robert and Logan
were messing around in the pool and, for the moment, unaware that their
father was naked.

"So, what's with the shaving?"  I gave him the simplest explanation, "Alex
likes it."  Malcolm raised his eyebrows, "You mean you and he..."  I nodded
and Malcolm gave a wicked grin, "There's nothing like keeping it in the
family. I wished I'd thought of that."  "I thought you were straight. And
what about your girlfriend?"  Malcolm looked rueful, "She's dumped me. The
boys will be pleased. And to answer your other question, I've been known to
play for the other team when needs must."

This interesting conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Robert
and Logan. They'd noticed their father was naked. There followed an
interesting moment when they got a good look at Malcolm's cock and ribbed
him about enjoying showing off. I gathered it was an old argument, even if
they'd never had it naked before.

Eventually Alex took Robert and Logan off to the pool and Malcolm and I
resumed our conversation. Except that Malcolm looked a little preoccupied.

"Robert?"  "Hmm?"  "He's shaved as well.."  I waited, aware that I'd
stepped into a minefield. Finally I realised I had to say something,
"Robert and Logan and Alex and me."

Malcolm's eyebrows raised again, but a smile played on his lips, "So that's
where the four of you went yesterday at the wedding."  I nodded.  "Hmm. I
imagine that it wasn't the first time for my sons."

I nodded again, aware that Malcolm hadn't been as unaware as I had
imagined.  "In that case, I'd better go and check on them".

He stood up and walked over towards the pool, his cock looking suspiciously
excited. Alex looked over at me at we both smiled, both suppressing a
desire to laugh.

Robert and Logan came out of the pool to greet their father. They started
wrestling and inevitably wrestling turned into something more. Malcolm
fucked both of them, starting and finishing with Logan's ever eager
arse. Alex and I just watched, keeping well away. But when Malcolm had
finished all three came over, wearing shit-eating grins. There were more
beers for Malcolm, Alex and me, with cokes for Robert and Logan.

Despite the sex, Robert and Logan were a little more subdued in their
father's presence than the previous day. But we managed to spend the
remainder of the day in a mixture of messing about in the pool, sunbathing
and sex. After a little time, Robert lost his inhibitions and let himself
be fucked by Alex and I with his father watching. Logan, of course, had no
such inhibitions and ended up being fucked by all of us in turn. I never
did get to explore Malcolm's well defined body, but I hoped that it might
happen another time.

Malcolm took Robert and Logan back with him that evening. As they were
leaving, Logan was pressing Malcolm to allow them all to sleep
together. Malcolm was saying that it wasn't possible as they were staying
in someone else's house, but I got the impression that he was losing the
argument.

They flew back to the UK early the next day so we never saw them again, but
we had agreed that we had to get together again soon. Alex and I spent a
pleasant few days in the villa, mixing sun, bathing, sex and some rather
good food. The restaurants locally seemed to accept us as a couple, despite
the difference in age, which was reassuring.

We left a day early, despite losing a night's lodging on the villa, because
I wanted to take Alex to the town where his mother's family had come
from. Alex's mother, Francine, had been brought up in England but her
family had been from France.

We took a daytime train this time. It was remarkably quiet. We sat in a
carriage all on our own. Finally the inspector arrived, he spoke quite good
English and spent some time talking to us. He was curious about our kilts,
and hinted that he wondered what was under them. The inspector was a slim,
dark haired guy with a luxuriant moustache and rather attractive, twinkling
eyes. The seats were like benches Alex and I had sat opposite each other,
and Alex was sitting full length along the bench with his back against the
side of the carriage. He had lifted his knees and his kilt had fallen back
a little. I realised that he was giving the inspector a fine view of what
Alex had underneath his kilt.

The inspector looked about him, realising that there was no-one else in the
carriage. He then started stroking his own cock through his trousers. Alex
pulled his kilt back further, giving a good view of his erect cock. As I
lifted my kilt to let my cock go free, Alex went even further and
unfastened his kilt, allowing it to spread on the seat. The inspector's
eyes lit up as Alex lifted his legs to reveal his arse. Nervously the
inspector unzipped his trousers to reveal a neat, uncut cock.

The inspector looked as if he couldn't quite believe what was happening,
but then again neither could I. As he fucked Alex I stroked my own cock and
enjoyed watching them. After he had cum, he hurriedly zipped up and thanked
us before disappearing. But, for the last few minutes we'd had a couple of
observers. Stood at the entrance of the carriage, were a pair of school
boys of about 16 or 17 years of age. They seemed entranced, watching me
stroke my cock and the inspector fuck Alex.

When the inspector disappeared towards the other end of the carriage, the
school boys came nervously forward. Alex and I grinned at them and we both
stroked our cocks. Soon we were presented with a pair of eager young
cocks. Following Alex's lead I had unfastened my kilt so that we were both
naked from the waist down. Both schoolboys were slim and dark haired, with
eager smiles. They also liked showing off; before we knew it they had
dropped their trousers and boxer shorts to reveal trim buttocks, neat pubes
and hard cocks.

I have have more sophisticated fucks before, never one so enthusiastic and
eager. Neither boy spoke much English so we half conversed in French and
English. They swapped over more than once, keen to experience both of our
arses. Just as they were finishing there was noise at the far end of the
carriage. This time it was a trio of guys in uniform. The schoolboys seemed
unphased and finished up deliberately. They thanked us in bad English and
slipped away.

There were three French soldiers, presented with a pair of naked English
arses. They didn't hesitate. The first was blond, smooth skinned. He
unfastened his trousers and slipped his briefs down to reveal a neat cock
and a trim blond bush. He thrust his cock into Alex's hole. The second was
the older one, tall, thickset and dark. He walked towards my face, dropped
his trousers and briefs and thrust his firm, hairy arse into my face - I
wasn't complaining. Finally the third guy gave my arse a working over with
his impressive cock. He wasn't much to look at, but his cock was
impressive.

They changed places a few times and each time they did so they lost a few
more clothes so that we all ended up naked and covered in cum. I thought
that we might be in for another round, but suddenly one of the soldiers
exclaimed and they dressed quickly. The older one apologised and said that
they were due to leave at the next station. When he spoke the name of the
station, I realised that we were due to leave at the same place. The three
soldiers smirked at us and even helped us to assemble our luggage.

In my poor French I told them where we were staying and they said that it
was a short walk from where they were camped. This seemed to please them
and as we parted, we were promised a visit that evening from a group of
soldiers.