Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2009 05:10:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com> Subject: Little Red Roosters II Sorry it's been so long getting this chapter done. As my readers know, I've posted a shit load of other stories since the original "Roosters" chapter was posted in November of 2007. So I hope that this one meets or exceeds everyone's expectations. Hugs, Tag On Tuesday night a few weeks later, after I had helped Todd with some homework, we were sitting at the dining room table having a bowl of ice cream. He said that he's been asked to spend the night at a friend's on Friday and could he go. My mind started going a million miles an hour for I remembered well all those nights that I'd spent at the homes of Rooster members. Those first few nights when we formed the club were some of the more memorable for me. Since Todd had just started wearing his Rooster shirt I imagined him hanging out with a bunch of big cocked boys. My mind quickly envisioned my twelve year old son with a big cock in his mouth while someone else sucked on his. Then I envisioned my sweet little boy with one of those monsters shoved up his tight little asshole and felt my own cock start to stir. As I said, I'd never had any inclination to engage my son in sex and I didn't then, it was just the idea of it along with the fact that I still remembered the intensity of the feelings that ripped through my virgin body when I'd been engaged in sex with the other boys. Todd brought me out of my reverie. "Dad. Can I dad?" I refocused on Todd, took a deep breath and asked him a few "dad" questions about who, what and where. He told me a friend had invited Todd and a couple of other boys to spend the night and that they were going to play Monopoly and I couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny about that dad?" my adorably cute young son asked. I shook my head. "So does this sleep over have anything to do with your new t-shirt," I asked. The look on Todd's smooth young face gave me the answer I was looking for. "Wha' what do you mean dad?" he stammered, his already high voice raising another octave. I smiled at him. "Come on," I said standing up, "I think there's something you ought to know son." I stood up and started out of the room, Todd stepping in behind me. I went into my bedroom and opened a drawer. I'd already taken my shirts out of the box they'd been packed away in and put them where I could easily get at them. There were six of them in small to XL large sizes plus a hooded sweatshirt. Obviously I'd grown up since the inception of the Little Red Rooster's. I pulled the smallest one out, my original, turned to my son and let the shirt unfold in front of him. I watched his ice blue eyes get even bigger than they already were and thought that he was going to shit his pants right there. He didn't say anything so I pulled out the other shirts, unfolded them and lay them on my king sized bed. My son simply stared. My shirts were identical to his and I was thankful that the design hadn't changed in the twenty odd years since the club's beginning. "Where did you get those?" "Well son, you may find this hard to believe but I was one of the original four founders of The Little Red Roosters. Actually my friend Andrew and I dreamed it up then two of his friends got involved in the idea and one of them, a boy named Mark, drew up the design." Apparently my son hadn't heard me. "You know the name of the club?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Didn't you hear what I just said Todd?" He looked at me; slack jawed, then shook his head rapidly from side to side then waved his hand in front of his small body. "Wait, this can't be happening, this is too frickin weird." That my son had come close to swearing in front of me was a testimony that he was having a difficult time dealing with what I was telling him. "Run that by me again." Slowly I told Todd about meeting Andrew at the pool and spending the night at his house but leaving the sex part out of it for the moment. I went on to explain how, the following night, two more boys spent the night and the name of the club and the logo were both born. "The name of the club came from a song?" he asked. I nodded my head and wiggled my finger at him beckoning him to follow me. Back in the living room I went to my CD collection and pulled out the Stones, checked the track number and slid it in the player. I hit play, cranked up the volume and closed my eyes, letting the heavy solid beat flow through my body. I still loved that tune. When it finished I turned the volume down but let the disc continue to play. Todd basically stared at me with a dumbfounded look on his face for a moment then his face split into a big grin. "So you and a couple friends started the club and came up with name?" I clarified that by telling him that the name was actually my idea then went on to tell him that my friend Mark, who had flaming red hair...at both ends... had referred to his penis as his little red rooster. "I'll bet it wasn't so little," my boy finally laughed. "That's exactly what Mark said." "So," Todd said as he put two and two together, "that means that you..." he said pointing at me and letting the statement go unfinished. I nodded my head and finished the sentence. "...Have a large penis." Todd waved his hand and shook his head again. "Okay, can we not use the word penis dad; it sounds too, I dunno, teacher-ish and almost stupid." "Would you prefer dick?" I asked "Or cock," he added so I nodded my head in understanding. Sometimes my son could be a quick study. "So you must have a big dick. I mean, you couldn't be in the club if you didn't." Todd still hadn't grasped onto the fact that I was a founding father so to speak. I know he said it, but I think the concept was still escaping him, at least a little bit. "Yes son, that's what it means." I must have had a bit of a sarcastic or condescending tone or something because Todd said, "Okay, you don't have to treat me like I'm a retard. It's kinda hard dealing with all this, ya know. I mean I belong to a secret club because of my dick, which I get teased about I might add, then I find out that my father was one of the people who started the club." He stopped for a moment then asked, "did you get razzed a lot too dad?" I nodded my head. "Yeah son, I did and so do most of the members of the club even though its good natured teasing. I mean, let's face it, at your age dick size is generally smaller and it's also pretty important and but so is fitting in. Just remember that those boys that are teasing you are also jealous that you've got what every boy thinks he wants. Well, most men do too." Then my son sort of softened and I realized that we'd passed a sort of bonding thing. Most boys can't talk to their dad about stuff like that and here I was, a father who not only understood but had gone through exactly the same stuff as Todd had. Then his face reddened appreciably. I knew darn well that it was because he knew that I was well aware of what kind of stuff went on when Rooster members got together in private. I didn't say anything but Todd finally did. "This is kind of embarrassing dad." "What son, that I know that you're engaging in sexual activity with other boys?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, and jacking off and making sperm and all of it," he said, his eyes looking at the floor. "Well, that means that you know the same thing about me then doesn't it," I said softly. Todd raised his pretty blond head and the expression on his face told me that he hadn't considered that, despite its obviousness. "Jeez what a dumb shit, I mean, ass, I am." He smacked his forehead with the palm of one hand. "I didn't even think of that. So that means... you're not mad." I shook my head. "No son, I'm not mad. Come to think of it it's probably we time we had "that talk," I said, using my finger as quotation marks in the air along side my head. When Todd said he already heard that stuff in sex Ed at school I said, "Not the stuff I'm gonna tell you." I beckoned Todd to follow me into the kitchen where I grabbed a couple of Cokes from the fridge and we went out to sit in the solarium that I'd build onto the entire back of the house. "First off son, how many Rooster meetings have you been to?" He asked if I remembered the boy who'd spent the night a month or so ago and of course I did. I mean not counting the fact the boy had some blood in him other than white Anglo-Saxon and was cute as the dickens; it had only been 30 days before. It's not like kids were at our house every weekend. Instead of going through all that I nodded my head and said, "Ayden." Todd nodded his head and went on. "Well he told me about it then, that night and asked if would be interested in joining. We'd already talked off and on about sex and of course dick size and stuff, and he's pretty big dad, so it wasn't like he asked me out of the clear blue sky I mean I've known him almost six months." So. After my son said yes he and Ayden talked about Todd having to meet a couple of other boy's on the committee cuz those were the rules and so they did that the following week when he spent the night at Ayden's and they made it official and this coming Friday night was going to be his first real meeting and so could he go? I was only slightly amazed at the number of words that poured out of his sweet mouth without any punctuation at all. A couple of thoughts went through my mind. One was; if it was going to be his first full meeting that, in all likelihood, meant more than four boys; it mean anywhere from four to a dozen or more. That many naked boys, and they most assuredly would be naked, would be like being in the snake house at a major zoo. The second thing I thought was; how could I be there to watch that, knowing full well that adults were never allowed to be at meetings. I said nothing. "Yes son, you can. Now..." and I proceeded to tell him the facts of life as they pertained to sex play among boys; that it was common, that boys had sexual urges and thoughts about sex almost constantly in early adolescence, that boy play didn't have any bearing on a boy's sexuality, didn't mean he was gay. In fact most of the Roosters that I knew as adults had families of their own which meant that there were probably other father's having this same discussion with their sons. I went on to say that once a boy discovered masturbation and or the discovery that he was producing sperm then masturbating became frequent to a point of being a daily activity for short periods of time. "Words dad, words," Todd interrupted, "masturbate sounds dorky although I can live with sperm." "Jack off?" I asked "Beat off," he offered. "Squeeze the weasel," I countered. One of Todd's thick dark brown eyebrows raised and the other dropped and a slight grin, or maybe a grimace, started to form on his perfectly shaped red tinged lips. "Squeeze the weasel?" I nodded my head then Todd laughed out loud, his high voice a wonderful melodic sound that I loved. "That's frickin funny dad." We talked for another ten minutes or so then Todd asked me what kinds of things I'd done with other boys. I was honest with him and told him that I'd done everything imaginable. When I asked him the question he said that he'd jacked off with other boys, sucked on other boy's dicks and had his dick sucked but hadn't done any fucking. "Ooopps, I'm sorry dad." "Words son, words," I said. "In the context of discussions like this I'll allow street terms. I'd prefer that in everyday conversations however we both try to use better grammar." Todd nodded his head and went on. "I guess I'd like to put my dick in another boy's ass but I'm not sure I want one up mine. Doesn't it hurt?" I explained that it could but that there were plenty of things that one could do to get a boy up into a fog of hotness before he got fucked. Todd indicated that he knew that licking and finger fucking a boy helped. He wanted to know if I'd licked a boy's ass and I said that I had. He said that he had too but that he liked having it done better than he liked doing it but didn't mind doing it. It was a little surreal having such a descriptive discussion about sexual practices with my twelve, almost thirteen year old son. It was like we were discussing the pros and cons of broccoli over asparagus. As he talked I again had a vision of my beautiful young son with a monstrous cock in his mouth; the expression of total bliss on his smooth face as another boy jacked him off and caused his sperm to shoot out onto his panting belly. I keep referring to Todd as beautiful and he is, stunningly so. Small, like I was, Todd was probably about 5 feet tall and maybe 100 pounds tops. He took after his mother quite a bit. I mean, I had been cute as a teen and was handsome as a man but his mother was a knockout. Todd had gotten her thick platinum blond hair, ice blue eyes; blemish free porcelain skin and oval face. He'd gotten my button nose along with a few freckles, defined cheekbones, perfect white teeth and easy going personality. And apparently my dick. That got me to wondering just how big my son was but I wasn't about to ask to see him. I didn't have to because Todd brought it up. "So can I ask you a personal question dad?" "I thought you already had son," I responded. He laughed then said, "How big are you, how big were you when you were my age?" I should have known that we'd get to that part but I was still a little surprised when he asked. "Well, I guess I was about 7 inches at your age and the last time I measured, let's see, I think I was eighteen or nineteen, I was just a touch over 9 ½ inches." Todd's eyes got pretty big. "Damn that's three inches bigger than I am." So now I knew. He surprised me again. "Can I see it dad?" I raised an eyebrow and Todd said please then said he'd show me his. I didn't have time to think much about it because my son stood up, shoved his sport shorts and briefs to his knees and pulled his t-shirt up under his to his chest and held it there. Since I'd been sitting right next to him, he stood barely 18 inches away from me exposing all his boyhood glory. Todd's belly was flat and taut, the curves of his hips and pubic bone, the lines of his stomach muscles becoming more defined as he shed his baby fat. Below that hung his pride and joy; easily 6 ½ inches of uncircumcised cock the head of which was barely peeking out from under his foreskin. At the base of his dick was a smattering of sandy grown fuzz that probably hadn't been there six months before. Below that hung a respectable set of balls, one below the other in a pale, blue veined smooth sac. I admired him for a five count then stood up. Todd eye's were glued to my waist as I unbuttoned and unsnapped my jeans then shoved everything down before pulling my shirt up and exposing myself to him. "Holy shit dad, you're huge," my son said. I'd heard that from more than few guys even in college. Indeed it was impressive; long and thick with an apple sized head. "How come I still got my foreskin and you don't dad?" "Well when I was a young Rooster one of my friends was uncut and he said it was great, especially when jacking off. I'd always wished that I hadn't been clipped so when you came along I decided that we would leave you au nauturel," I told him. He said he was glad that we did even if he was different than almost every boy he's seen. "Some of my friends really like playing with it," he went on, any embarrassment about his sex play completely forgotten. " How big does it get when it's hard do you make a lot of cum my friend Derek does the last time he shot a glob of sperm all the way over his shoulder I only got as far as just above my nipple of course Derek was getting fucked by Tavin and I guess there's a spot in your ass that makes you really cum good if you get it touched or rubbed on when you squirt but I never tried it yet have you tried it dad gosh do you shave your hairs another guy in the club does I just got mine so I wanna keep em awhile." When Todd got amped up over something one had to listen hard to get everything. It helped that his voice was sort of sing song in that, when he asked the questions his voice rose slightly and when he answered them it dropped. He mostly kept looking at my crotch while he talked so I continued to look him over. My son really was a vision of perfect boyhood. Everything about his body was picture perfect and I was being as objective as possible. If he weren't my son I would have loved to lick every inch of his young body before taking every inch of his wonderful cock down my throat and I wouldn't have stopped there. I'd always loved boys of Todd's age and stage of development not to mention beauty not only when I was his age but ever since then. I'd actually had a 13 year old boy lover for almost 6 months when I was in college and many a year after that I jacked off remembering just how fun and hot it had been. I came out of my memories and tried to answer all of the questions that Todd had asked and as I did I saw that he was getting hard. That made my dick start to come alive. "Gosh dad I'm getting a boner," Todd finally said looking up at me. When he looked back down I could see the difference in my dick and he commented on it. We both stood stock still, it seemed as though neither of us wanted to stop, and when Todd's cock was poking out in front of his slender body he couldn't help but take hold of it and squeeze it tightly a couple of times. When he let go it rose even quicker and his foreskin slowly pulled back off the head. "I really wanna beat off dad." He looked up into my eyes and added, "Will you beat off with me?" I had to give that a moment's thought before I nodded my head. Todd shoved his shorts and underwear to the floor and sat back down on the cloth covered sofa that we'd gotten up from for show and tell. He let his legs splay open. His smooth balls hung gently between his equally smooth and pale thighs and when he took hold of his cock and pulled upward, his ball sac rose as well. I shoved my own clothes to the floor and sat down next to him. My son watched as I grabbed my rising cock in a full fist grip and began to stroke it. The sofa wasn't all that big so Todd and I were sitting close to each other which allowed me to almost look down on his crotch as he loved himself. It took a minute or so of stroking my dick and tugging on my fat balls to get me to full on hardness and when I let go of it Todd commented again on how huge it was. "I bet it's hard for a boy to suck on too, huh dad?" he asked as he continued to stare. Then he asked if I'd ever sucked my own dick. My answer was to lean down and take the head into my mouth and suckle it for a second or five and when I brought my head back up it wouldn't do but Todd leaned over. Using one hand under his thigh for leverage I watched as my young son's tongue snaked out and licked the tip of his cock head then pulled himself a little lower and barely got the head into his mouth. He came back up, telling me that it worked better when he was on his back with his legs pulled back and over his head. That was something I'd love to see. Todd's head rested back against the back of the sofa and his free hand moved downward and his fingers slid in between his thigh and his balls and as he jacked his young cock the bag moved against the back of his fingers. I didn't think it was going to take a long time before Todd squirted but it took longer than I'd expected. The positive side of that was that it allowed me to get up to speed, as it were, so that he wouldn't be there waiting for a long time for me to finally cum. Todd and I looked at each other as we sat there loving ourselves and once he looked up into my eyes. It was hot as hell seeing my drop dead cute young son's eyes half closed, his mouth partially hanging open and then close and his facial features changed into a grimace and then relax as a new feeling ripped though his inexperienced young body. I wanted to kiss those lips so badly and not because they were my son's but because they were so inviting. Todd's mouth went back into a grimace, air was sucked through his teeth and then he relaxed again but not for long. "I'm think I'm gonna cum dad," he said. We both watched Todd's cock as his fingers did a quick shuffle on a down stroke so that his foreskin stayed off of his sensitive cock head. Todd groaned and tossed his head back against the green and brown plaid colored sofa and a glob of sperm shot out and landed on his panting belly. His head moved and I assumed it was so he could watch the rest of the show which consisted of another glob that popped out and dribbled down his cock head and over his thumb, his rapid movement causing it to fall off while two more small burps oozed out. Todd's stroke slowed down even more as his sperming ended and he readjusted his fingers so that he could return to sliding his foreskin back up over his cock head where he squeezed it into a nipple and caused his sperm to ooze out of it. His shoulders visibly relaxed and he just sat there panting. It was my turn. I'd been tugging my nuts as I jacked off but moved my hand so that the thumb hooked around the base of my dick and my fingers pressed on the sac as I pushed down and brought the skin tight on my cock head. I swiped the thumb of my stroking hand over the slit and pulled some of the leaking precum down to lubricate the head then concentrated on the sensitive satiny flesh. Constricting and relaxing my muscles helped bring on my orgasm. "Okay Todd, here it is," I panted and a moment later we were rewarded with a jet of cum that splattered the top of my chest. I was glad that my shirt had been pulled up over my head before I started. "Fuck dad that's awesome," Todd exclaimed as the next two squirts went almost as far. The rest of them, five more in all, landed anywhere from just under my nipples and down to my belly button before my body slowed to an oozing that ran down over my fingers then dripped off into my moss. I continued to slowly stroke myself, coaxing as much juice up out of the shaft as possible before I let go and let my hand fall to rest on the sofa, my fingertips touching my son's. Neither of us said anything for a solid minute while our breathing returned to normal. Todd spoke first. "That was pretty incredible dad. Thanks for doing it with me and thanks for telling me about the Rooster's and stuff. Knowing that you had the same kind of problems that I'm going through helps and I know I can ask you questions and not feel embarrassed." I told him it had been exciting for me too, thanked him for trusting me and talking to me and no matter what he could always come to me with his problems. He leaned toward me so I dropped my head and we kissed. Todd had always kissed me on the lips so his thank you kiss was nothing out of the ordinary. "I do have a question though. When I said I was going to going to play monopoly at Ayden's how come you laughed?" I chuckled again. "Remember I told you that I'd spent the night with my friend and then the next night I wanted to go again?" he nodded his head. "Well I knew your grandmother would want a good reason for spending 2 nights in a row at a friend's house so I told her we were going to have a monopoly championship." "No way," my son said. "Way," I responded. The next few days were totally uneventful then on Thursday night after dinner and homework Todd came to me. "Dad I have kind of a favor to ask." When I gave him my full attention he went on. "Well I told Ayden about you being one of the boys that started the Little Red Rooster's and he got really excited. I hope you're not mad at me for it." I shook my head. I truly wasn't mad. The club was steeped in secrecy and it was expected that any boy who was invited to join was able to keep secrets. I had no concerns what so ever about Ayden knowing of my involvement. "Well he told a couple of other guys in the club and well, they all wanted to know if we could spend the night here Friday night and not at Ayden's house." I raised an eyebrow and Todd sort of rushed onward. "Seriously dad, most of the boys want to meet you they think it's pretty cool knowing someone who started the club I didn't tell them that you and I beat off together or anything." My brain went into overdrive. Being in the same house with a bunch of big cocked boys who were most likely going to be naked and playing with each other made my belly tingle. "And what about the fact that you guys are most likely going to be playing around," I asked him. "Well that's another thing dad. They don't care if you're here. In fact Ayden says they're hoping that you'll even do some stuff with us." Both eyebrows went up at that statement. I asked Todd what he thought of me playing sexy with his friends. "I think it would be radical." So it was on Friday after dinner Todd, Ayden and I went to the market to get a variety of combustibles for the crowd of boys we were expecting. On the way to the store we stopped and picked up Ayden who was waiting for us on his front porch. As he walked toward the car I was able to take in the boys' beauty. Slightly taller than Todd, Ayden was a light brown color. I would learn later that he was a compilation of half German and a quarter each Filipino and Italian. His head was a mass of loose black curls that came to his shoulders and framed an oval face that was dominated by high cheekbones, huge doe like eyes that were very slightly almond and I found out later were an incredible gray green color. His ready smile revealed startling white teeth and like my son, his lips were perfect, albeit a little bigger and thicker. I would love to have them pressed against mine or gripping my thick hard cock. Before the night was over I'd get that and more from the boy. As he piled in the car he said, "Hey Mr. Erickson." His voice was not much if any, higher than Todd's. "Hey Ayden," I responded adding, "you can call me Tristan, okay?" he smiled and nodded. "This is so rad that you're letting us stay at your house Mr. ... I mean Tristan." "I'm happy to do it Ayden." Not long after we got back to the house one of the boy's called and said that he didn't have a ride so Todd asked if I'd go pick the boy up. I pointed out that he had guests that were supposed to be arriving and I was a little uncomfortable picking up a stranger. "I can go with you Tristan," Ayden piped up, "that way Todd can stay and let people in." I shrugged my shoulders and agreed. "I love this car Tristan," Ayden said as we pulled out of the driveway. We were riding in an '87 300 ZX 2+2 turbo. Painted a "fuck me" red I'd purchased the car in Vancouver B.C when it was new because you couldn't get that model in the US. It was long and low and fast. As we headed up the street Ayden commented that it was cool that I'd beat off with Todd and added that he hoped that I would be willing to do it again that night with the rest of the boys. "They're all really looking forward to meeting you. It isn't every day that you run into an original member of the Roosters," he went on. All I could do was nod my head. Ayden didn't stop there. "A few of us are hoping that you'll do more than that." In the interest of finding out more I asked Ayden what they had in mind and the boy had no problem telling me. "Well Sandy wants to try and suck your dick but I think I want you to fuck me." I glanced over at the boy. His hand was literally down the front of his sport shorts. He looked me right in the eye and didn't make any attempt to hide what he was doing. "Are you sure about that Ayden?" he nodded his head. "Mack fucked me last weekend and he's 8 ½ inches. Todd said you were really big, almost 10 inches long. I really wanna see that." "Well, Todd said that you're pretty big too." I responded. He nodded his head and said, "Yeah, wanna see?" He didn't wait for me to answer but simply lifted his slender little butt high enough off the seat to get his shorts and underwear down halfway to his knees. He pulled his over sized t-shirt up and I gazed down at the large brown sausage whose head lay almost to his hip, in my direction. The kid had to go seven inches or longer. Since I was driving I couldn't really check the boy out. "You can touch it if you want to," he said softly as we came up to a red light. We were still in a primarily residential area and a quick check of my mirrors and windows showed that we were pretty much alone. I reached over the consol and as I did Ayden pulled his shirt up a little higher. I took hold of the mostly softened appendage, the first boy I'd touched in over 15 years. I gently squeezed his cock and felt him thicken against my grip. The boy sighed out loud, closed his eyes and rested his head on the seat. I could have leaned over and blown him right there but the light changed and we moved. "Oh man that felt good Tristan," he said as he tugged his clothes back into place but continued to rub at the front of his shorts. We got into heavier traffic so I had to pay attention to what I was doing and not what the cute young boy next to me was doing, which wasn't much actually. Ayden gave me directions and twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of an apartment complex about a half mile from where I'd grown up and from where the Roosters came into being. Ayden bounded out, about as much as one can bound out of a Z car, and as he did a boy came out through the front security gate. Taller by seven inches than my boy or Ayden, this boy carried himself with confidence. On the way over I was told his name was Andrew, which I thought was pretty coincidental considering it was another Andrew that I had formed the club with. He approached Ayden, shook hands with my guide, then Ayden crawled into the back seat to give the taller boy the front seat. If you've ever been in a 2+2 Z car then you know there is zero leg room in the back seats, unless you're under the age of like, four. "Hey, I'm Andrew, but never Andy," he said with a grin." Talk about shades of Deja Vu. That was exactly what my friend Andrew said the first time we introduced ourselves. "I'm Tristan. You're not by chance an Andrew Junior are you?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Not really. My dad's name was Andrew James and mine is Andrew Paul." "You said was," I said. "Yeah, my dad was killed in a helicopter accident when I was about three. He was an Airborne Ranger." "I'm sorry to hear that. Have you lived in the city long?" "All my life," he responded. My head was spinning a little bit. I was beginning to suspect that this boy might be my old friend Andrew's son. He certainly could be the age that any son of my friends' would be and his face sort of reminded me of Andrew as a mid teen. "This may sound a little bit strange Andrew but do your dad's parents live fairly close to where you live?" "They used to but they moved down to Arizona about five years ago. Why do you ask Tristan," Andrew asked, looking at me with a puzzled expression on his still smooth face. "This may sound crazy but was the house that they lived in sort of 1960's modern, flat roof and lots of big windows?" He nodded his head, "Yeah, it was," his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was suspicious about how I knew so much about him. Before he could say anything I went ahead. "I knew your dad Andrew. He was one of my closest friends from like, the 7th grade on. It was he and I that started the Little Red Rooster's and we did in your grandparent's basement." I thought the boy was going to shit his pants right there. "No way," he said and for the second time in a week I responded with, "Way." From the back seat I heard Ayden utter, "Fuckin awesome." "That is fuckin awesome," Andrew exclaimed with an emphasis on is. After a moment he went on. "You knew my dad you can tell me what he was like and stuff," he said, his voice giving away to emotion. He was quiet for another moment then said, "So now I know where I got my big dick from." I nodded my head. "Yup," I said. Things were pretty quiet the rest of the way back to my house and that was okay with me as I was assimilating the information that Andrew had provided. As we pulled into the driveway and started to vacate the car another car pulled up to the curb underneath a huge old Maple tree in front of my house. All four doors opened and 3 teens and an adult got out, the latter leaving his door open and coming around to the front of his car. "What time should I get them in the morning?" I shrugged my shoulders and said noon-ish. He nodded, got back in his car and drove off. Andrew and Ayden walked over to the newcomers, said their hey's and howdy's and started toward the front door where we intersected and Ayden introduced me to the new boys. Jamie looked to be about Andrew's age which I would find out later was fourteen although both boys were approaching fifteen and almost the cutoff point for inclusion in the younger Rooster's group. With long blond hair and a pale complexion he looked like a stereotypical Norse kid. Sandy was another blond although a couple shades darker than Jamie and although long, it wasn't as long as the older boy. Smaller in stature like Ayden, he sported huge brown eyes framed by thick brows and long lashes and an engaging smile that revealed a slightly crooked eye tooth. Last of the trio was Donovan who appeared to be somewhere in between the other two boys both in age and stature. A solid looking boy about five feet five I would learn that he was the sportsman of the group. We all shook hands and I led them into the house where they dumped their sleeping bags and pillows onto an already growing mound of stuff and then into the living room where I met three other boys; Davis, Jeff and Rocky, whose given name was Richard. Rocky and Davis both looked to be fourteen and Jeff thirteen. It turned out that Jeff was a small fourteen year old and Rocky a large thirteen. After meeting the new boys I headed into the kitchen and snagged a Coke then out into the solarium. I enjoyed the calm sounds of the waterfall in one corner, the heavy fragrance from the Jasmine vines and other blooming plants as I sat there contemplating what the next few hours were going to bring. My last Rooster's meeting had been at age 18 and it was a small group. As I said, by that age the boys were turning to men and men's ways which often included girlfriends who were the beneficiaries of the boy's large cocks. Of course many boys grew into their cocks as it were and their endowments weren't all that unusual. The Rooster's was a group primarily suited to boys under the age of sixteen. I'd been out there cogitating for a good five minutes before Ayden came out and pulled me out of my reverie. "Hey Tristan, the others are wondering where you went. We're all kind of waiting for you." I raised an eyebrow, wondering just what waiting meant but before I could ask, Ayden explained. "They all want to hear about how the club was formed, even though Todd told some of us some of the story. Todd said that you had a hooded sweatshirt with the logo on it and none of us have ever seen anything like that." That surprised me a little as the sweatshirts had been very popular when I was a young Rooster. As I stood up Ayden kind of blocked my way. "Before we go in can I see your dick? I'm probly gonna see it later, right, so why wait." If what Ayden was saying about some of the boys wanting to do stuff with me then he was right about the fact that he'd be seeing me later anyway. I set my empty Coke can back on the table then unbuttoned and unzipped. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers I slid the whole works down. "Fuck, you got a real nice one Tristan," the boy said, staring at my limp cock. "You shave too, that's really cool; it makes your stuff look even bigger." In fact, I'd shaved that morning so that my mine was a neat patch of moss that was restricted to my pubic bone in a square of hair about 3 inches high and 5 wide. I'd done my asshole, although the boy didn't know that and shaved my heavy balls as well. "Fuck I bet your balls pump out a lot of jizz, don't they?" I nodded my head, surprised at the terminology. I swear that the kid practically salivated. As we approached the living room Todd said, "There you are dad. The guys want to know more about the history of the Roosters." I heard a couple of voices utter agreements along with other nodding heads. I continued into the room and sat on the floor in front of my easy chair. The boys all sat as well, many on the floor, others on the sofa, and focused on me. I cleared my voice and started. It seemed that, like Todd, Andrew garnered a new found respect from his peers when I said that his father was one of the founding members. When I talked about the first night that the four of us founding members spent together, there were a few knowing smiles but no one laughed or snickered. The boys a listened quietly and attentively until I was finished. I didn't talk about the sexual activities at all but then, I didn't need to although when I was finished one of the questions that came was whether or not we'd done anything together, the "anything" being quite clear. "Well sure guys. I mean, almost anytime you get a group of boys our age together a circle jerk is almost always guaranteed." That got some nods of the head and a few vocal agreements. Somebody else asked about the song so I played it for them and for the most part they all liked it. After that they wanted to see the shirt collection especially the hooded sweatshirt so we all tromped off to my bedroom where I laid all the shirts out on my California King. All of the boys were pretty impressed and lamented about the fact that the sweatshirts were no longer available. I asked what shop was doing the shirts for them who the contact person was. Jamie and Andrew both knew the answers to that question. It was the same shop that did them before only different owners so I suggested that perhaps I could speak to the owners and see what I could do about making it happen. Well you'd have thought I was promising them a week at Disneyland they were so excited. "Okay well, I would probably have better luck if you guys would be willing to pre order and pay for them up front like a special order or something along those lines." "Okay," Jamie said, "we can do that. We can also ask other groups if they're interested. There's actually a business meeting coming in a couple of weeks so I could make a general announcement. Maybe you could find out ahead of time Tristan to find out if it's possible and what it might cost," the boy went on to say. I nodded my head, said that I could do that then asked about the business meeting. Since we had founded the Roosters the club had gotten a little more sophisticated. They charged 5 bucks to join and a 3 dollar monthly dues; an amount that most boys could afford these days. If a boy couldn't afford it then he was given a waiver. The money was turned over to a central committee every month and kept in an actual bank account and used for a variety of things, not the least of which was a fund to buy shirts for those boys that came from poor families, although that was pretty rare. A boy was generally willing to do some sort of work in order to purchase one of the coveted shirts. There had been some talk about a convention with as many members as could attend and the money could be used for that as well. "Last I heard there were a couple thousand bucks in the account," Jamie said. I was intrigued about the notion of a Roosters convention, dozens or even hundreds of long cocked boys waving their stuff in the air. I learned that night that most all of the members took the rooster's seriously. There was always someone who kept up on medical issues, new developments in drugs and alcohol, which the club had very strict rules about, as well as a sort of protection committee. The latter was for boys having problems with classmates or even family members who were abusive. The club couldn't do much about some of those things but they could offer safe haven in times of need. There was much more to the club than when I was a member and I was suitably impressed at how it had evolved. "There's other stuff that we can talk about later," Jamie said when we got back into the living room, "but for a moment Tristan we need to discuss something private among us." I nodded my head and went back out to the solarium and waited. I suspected what they were discussing and a few moments later Todd came out and asked me to join them again and back in the living Jamie said, "As a founding member of the Rooster's you know that adults are not allowed to be a part of the club. But we've all voted and feel that because you're a founding member we want you to be a part of this group. That means that if you want to be at meetings and if any boy here wants to, you know, do stuff with you, then its okay, I mean, if you want to." I nodded my head and thanked the entire group. "Okay, so, next is to initiate Todd," Jamie said with a smile, and not a wicked one either. When we started the Roosters we didn't do initiations so I was curious about what was going to take place but Jamie allayed any concerns I had. "Not to worry Tristan, it's not a bad thing. You want to tell your dad what's going to happen Todd." "I get to be a sperm-cicle," my adorable young son exclaimed, a smile gracing his kissable lips. The fact that he said "got to be," and not "had to be," didn't escape my attention. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going to happen. "If its okay with you Tristan I'll put on a video to sort of get things going," Jamie said and I nodded my head. As he headed toward his backpack he told Todd to get some towels, beach towels if he had em. The rest of the boys began taking off their clothes down to their underwear and between them the group gave a fair display of various underwear styles. Donovan was wearing a bright blue thong, the pouch barely containing his boyhood charms. Sandy and Jeff were wearing regular cotton briefs, one a bright yellow with blue trim and the other a basic blood red. Rocky was wearing a pair of black satin boxers with deep red dragons on it. Todd was wearing bikini briefs as was Rocky while Andrew was sporting boxers with Simpson's theme emblazoned on them. Ayden was wearing green jock strap type of underwear, two small patches of fabric attached to a thick elastic band; the cloth barely covered his crotch and his tight little butt. The green looked good against his light brown skin. Jamie set the DVD on the player and began stripping as well, he too wearing boxers in a simple tartan print of deep green and red. I was wearing white cotton boxer briefs and needless to say, every boy in the room cast a glance at my crotch in order to determine how big I was and that included Ayden even though he'd already seen me. I slipped the disc into the player and clicked everything on and everybody found a seat, most sitting on the floor. When the 60inch screen came to life I'm sure that my eyes opened as wide as possible. The scene was apparently in someone's family room and I seriously doubt that the parents were home. There were at least a dozen boys in the large room and none of them had anything on but a hard, and what magnificent hard ons they were. There was nothing less than seven inches and that one on what looked like the youngest boy there, possibly Todd's age. The largest was close to my sized or even a little bigger or maybe it just looked bigger because the boy had shaved every bit of pubic hair from his crotch. His balls looked enormous, the large eggs hanging a good three to four inches below his body. "Goddamn Clinton is so fucking huge," I heard Jeff say. "Is this the one where he fucks Timmy?" Jamie said that it was. "I heard about that," Jeff said, "Dunn told me it was a screamin ass scene." On the huge screen the camera shot another boy whose jeans and underwear were shoved down to his knees. His hand was holding his nuts still as he first turned his narrow hips back and forth causing his long cock to snap from side to side, then swiveled his hips so that his cock went around in a circle like a pink fleshy propeller. Other boys were getting undressed while still others were working their cocks to get them hard or jacking on already nail hard teenage dicks. Around my living room boys were mostly watching the action while they pushed and pulled, rubbed and groped at their crotches. The younger boys were caught up with watching the TV and looking around to see what their friends were doing. I could see that my son was already fully hard, his cock pressing against the tight fitting briefs he was wearing. Rocky was the first to show himself; pulling his half hard cock out of one leg hole of his boxers. Like the other younger boys, Rocky was small in stature so his dick looked pretty big on him. Donovan followed suit by pulling the pouch of his thong to one side and allowing all of his boy stuff out for air. His smooth balls hung loosely between the fabric of his underwear and an equally smooth thigh, the pink missile above it stretching up toward his flat belly button. Like Rocky he appeared to be about 7 ½ inches long. On the sofa Jamie lifted his butt up off the cushion and got his underwear down below his butt then sat back down, pulled his knees up and slid the underwear down. The moved momentarily exposed his asshole as well as his balls, both areas unshaved and a little hairy. Once his clothes were off he stretched his legs back out and his cock, half way hard, flopped onto his taut belly. He let his legs splay out so that his balls hung down onto the cushion. He cupped and fondled his sperm makers while his other hand wrapped around his thick cock and began slowly stroking it. As I've said, part of the reason that younger boys seem so big is that their cocks are reaching adult development at an early age. Often times by the time a boy hits 15 or 16 his body has caught up to his dick so that 7 or 8 inches don't look as big. So it was with Jamie. I could only imagine him being younger and smaller with the 8 inches of boy toy that he was currently loving. Next to Jamie, Ayden had pulled his balls out of the pouch of his underwear. His cock, now fully hardened I was sure, was still covered by the fabric although the head was poking out of the top. The boy just looked at the smooth brown sac for a moment before cupping them. Sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa, Andrew slipped his underwear down and off exposing a cock and balls that looked like his father. He happened to look toward me and I smiled at the boy. "You definitely are your father's son," I said and he smiled back at me as he took his cock in a reversed grip and tugged slowly on it, the movement causing his balls to rise slightly in their loose bag. Like his father before him, Andrew had grown into his cock so it didn't look as magnificent as it would have two or three years earlier. On the TV screen a slender boy was lying naked on the carpet while another boy was lying between his legs and alternating between sucking the boy's dick and licking on his balls. Another boy knelt at his head and was feeding him a half hardened cock that looked to be a solid 8 inches. The camera walked around behind the boy who was bent over lying boy's head so we could see lying boy's hand sneak between the kneeling boy's thighs and first cup the heavy set of hanging nuts then moved upward, the fingers sneaking into the kneeling boy's crack and rubbing a finger across the puckered muscle of the boy's asshole. Todd finally lifted his butt up off the carpet and slid his briefs down and as soon as they were off put both hands on his balls and his dick, pulling tugging and pushing at all that made him a boy. He was a sight to look at; beautiful, lean and sweet as well as being nicely hung for a preteen boy. My dick was pulsing and pushing against my boxer briefs. I knew I'd have to show at some point and figured that it might as well be sooner than later. I stood up at the same time that Sandy stood up, the front of his bright yellow briefs bulging. He laughed and said, "You first." I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of my underwear, pulled outward and then down allowing 9 plus inches of hard cock out to greet everyone, and everyone was watching. "Fuck that's as big as Clinton's," I heard someone say. "You win," Sandy said as he pulled his underwear down to expose a hard cock that was closer to 8 inches than it was 7, "but not by all that much," he added with a grin. Indeed the boy's cock was thick as well as long. Smooth nuts hung gently below but not for long as the boy cupped them and tugged them up as far as the loose skin would allow. At that, everyone else shucked their underwear and looked around at each other admiring the hard teenage, plus one adult, flesh that was ready to beat. It was amazing to watch so many varieties of loving and jacking off at the same time. Some hands tugged at balls, some simply cupped and held their balls, while other allowed only their fingers to touch the soft sac. There were full handed grips, finger's only grips, and reversed grips. There was full length stroking as well as short strokes and stroking just at the top couple inches or just in the middle of the shaft. There was some corkscrew stroking and at least one boy was working just on the head of his dick. Donovan and Todd were the only uncut boys in the group and both of them worked at sliding their foreskins back and forth over the their sensitive swollen cock heads. Some boys were watching the TV while others watched each other, being drawn to the live action more than the film. "Oh man, watch this," Jeff said nodding his head at the screen. We all turned our attention to the TV screen where a boy was standing at the end of a sofa with the foot closest to the camera resting on the arm of the sofa, his balls hanging like s couple of slightly hairy apples. The boy with huge, shaved cock stepped into view and holding onto his hunk of flesh moved in close. The cameraman dropped to his knee, or knees and angled up so could see both the missile and the target, that latter being almost totally free of hair but both objects shiny with lubricant. Big cock moved right up next to the boy's asshole then rubbed up and down the perineum, across the puckered muscle and down onto the wrinkled underside of the boys' nut sac. It finally stopped, the tip of the head pressed against the wrinkled sphincter and I knew damn well I wasn't the only wondering how that monstrous, read and swollen head could fit inside of such a small opening. I mean, we all knew it would but seeing the two side by side like that still promoted a sense of impossibility. "Go ahead, put it in Clinton," a somewhat high pitched voice said as a hand reached down and pulled the butt cheek open even further. We could all see the tip of the cock head press into the center of the muscle and I heard at least one slight gasp as it finally disappeared inside. "Ooohh fuck," the high pitched voice said, "Stop, stop." Clinton stopped but I assumed that he probably would have stopped without being told. The boy's asshole was spread open larger than any doughnut hole I'd ever seen and would be stretched further when Clinton began shoving the thicker part of his shaft inside the boy's body. We watched a hand reach between the boy's legs and begin to fondle his balls. From the way the hand was situated it was clear that it was someone other than owner of said balls. More movement revealed the lower part of a face that had moved in and it appeared that the newcomer was sucking on the penetrated boy's dick. Finally a minute later the high pitched voice commanded Clinton to go ahead. We all watched intently as inch after thick inch of cock disappeared up inside the boy and as Clinton got closer the camera moved slightly to the right in order to capture as much as possible. More than one "fuck", uttered softly, could be heard in the silence of my living room. "Goddamn," the high pitched voice said quietly as Clinton's pelvis touched the boy's butt. There was some more dialog; but it was difficult to hear. I glanced around the room, saw that most everyone was watching the screen although Ayden seemed to be watching me and smiled when he caught my eye. He looked down at his swollen cock, back at me, the raised an eyebrow and nodded his head every so slightly. Clearly he was issuing an invitation of some sort. As I turned my head back toward the screen I caught some of the boys changing their jacking techniques. Donovan had both hands wrapped around his uncut dick and was slowly fucking up into them. Sandy had his cock head between his hands and was rubbing them back and forth as if to warm them, or it, up. Other boys were pushing or pulling their rock solid boy poles and various directions. On the screen Clinton was beginning to act of fucking the boy that he was buried up to his balls inside of. The camera was in close so we could all see the rim of his asshole extend outward as Clinton pulled his massive cock out then watched the reverse of that as he slowly slid 9 inches of thick dick back inside of the boy. The boy who was sucking the fucked boys' cock took his head away and for a moment the camera pulled away then focused on both boys engaged in a mouth opened kiss. The camera quickly panned around the room and picked up a couple of boys lying side by side and sucking each others cocks while in a corner a boy was on his hands and knees with a cock shoved up his ass and another one down his throat. I was amazed at how much cock that kid could take for as we watched, the boy he was sucking on pulled back showing us that he'd had a good seven inches of his cock in the boy's mouth. The camera came back to where it started but moved so that it was behind Clinton and angled up from the floor providing us with a viewing of his large balls as they swung to and fro in the air. The screen turned quickly and blurred as the camera went back to its previous position of showing Clinton's cock moving in and out of the boy's ass. As he picked up speed I heard and "oh man." As I turned my head rocky said, "Fuck you guys it's been 2 days since I beat off, I'm ready to cum." Jamie nodded his head. "Are you ready to be a sperm-cicle Todd?" My young son turned his head from the screen and nodded his pretty blond head. He got up and grabbed the towels and laid them out on the carpet, his hard cock bobbing in the air as he moved. Everybody else was moving as well and as Todd lay down on the towels boys moved in close to him. "I need to be at the bottom," Jamie announced, "Anybody else?" Donovan and Rocky both nodded their heads. "So," the older boy went on as he looked up at me. "The boys aren't supposed to jack off for 48 hours before an initiation. It's not like a rule or anything but we ask that they don't. The reason is obvious, we want to cover a boy in as much cum as we can." I nodded my head but he went on. "It's your choice if you want to be part of it or not. I mean, it's your son and all so if that feels a little weird you don't have to." "I want you to do it too dad," my beautiful young son said from his place on the floor. Todd was propped up on his elbows as the boys got into place. Obviously there wasn't room for the three of them at the bottom so Donovan elected to kneel at Todd's head while Jamie and Rocky each straddled one of Todd's thighs. The rest of the boys filled in along Todd's sides. I shouldered in between Donovan and Ayden, the younger boy moving closer to Andrew in order to give me room. It was pretty exciting kneeling in a circle of big cocked boys again. We'd had plenty of circle jerks as young Roosters and I'd kind of forgotten what it was like being shoulder to shoulder with so many big dicks within 2 feet of each other. All of the boys began stroking and of course there was a wide variation of techniques. A few boys jerked rapidly, others were slow. Some boys tugged or held their balls while other rubbed at their bellies, chests, or down into their moss. At least one boy let his hand rest between his nuts and his thigh almost as if he were cupping the crease of his leg and pubic bone. Todd's left hand went up to cup and fondle Sandy's balls first then moved to fondle Rocky's heavy nuts. All around the circle boy's balls were rising and falling with the action of their jacking off and a few sets of nuts were even jumping a little bit. I reached out and draped my arm across Ayden's shoulder and the boy looked up at me and smiled then put his right arm around my waist. It didn't stay there very long because he moved it downward to rub and knead my butt and trail a finger in my butt crack. Breathing became faster; a few moans could be heard as boys came closer to their climax. Hands changed positions or boys changed hand's, going from their dominant hand to their other hand but eventually going back to use the hand that loved them the most. Head glanced around the circle, watching what other boys were doing but eventually came back to their own cocks as if watching themselves would help bring on their cumming. Jeff was the first to start the creaming, announcing to the group that he was close. The 14 year old slowed his stroke, his finger concentrating on the two inches just below his swollen cock head. "Oh yeah," he finally groaned then a small amount of sperm oozed out of his piss slit. Before I could even form a thought about how pitiful a showing it was, a stream of white shot out. It landed across Todd's body, a small amount of the leading end landing on Sandy's knee, the rest of it a slash from Todd's right rib cage, across Todd's hips and lower belly and the end landing on the forearm of the hand that he was stoking his cock with. Jeff's head rolled backwards as he continued to jack off and five more streams of fresh squeezed sperm shot out, each successive squirt not going quite as far as the one that preceded it. Before Jeff's cock slowed to an oozing Sandy squirted. As he came, Sandy changed the angle of his cock ever so slightly so that he left more streaks of white goo across my son's chest and a few globs on Todd's cheek. Todd groaned loudly and raised his head enough to watch his own cock erupt. He'd controlled his jacking so that his foreskin rode up over the rim of his swollen head but not enough to cover his slit allowing his sperm to fully eject out onto his belly. About the third squirt of Todd's cum Donovan announced he was ready. "Watch this," Ayden said to me. Donovan was kneeling almost up against Todd's head so his cock hung in the air above my son's face and since I was kneeling right next to the boy and looking down at his stuff I could easily see the show. He was gripping his cock just behind the head and had his wrist turned so that his thumb could rub up against the sensitive underside of it. The first thing to come out of the hunky 14 year olds dick was a burble of cum that oozed fairly quickly out of his piss slit and dropped onto the bridge of Todd's nose and actually split so that some of it ran down toward Todd's inner eyes. Since I'd seen a similar shot less than a minute before I reserved judgment. Donovan didn't cum in a stream, the squirt was a whole bunch of watery like cum droplets that landed all over Todd's torso from his pubic bone to neck. There were five more such squirts that splattered down on my son like so much rain. Todd's sperming ended about half way through Donovan's at which time Rocky started cumming. Rocky was down toward Todd's right hip and when he came his sperm shot up diagonally across Todd's body from hip to nipple. Ayden said he was going to cum and emitted what sounded like a low growl and his cock erupted. Ayden was up next to me so his cum arched out across Todd's upper belly. So picture this. For just a moment there, Donovan Rocky and Ayden were all cumming at the same time and each in a different direction. Then Andrew started. I'd never seen or even considered such a thing in my entire life. It reminded me of fireboats in a harbor when they greeted a large ship entering a harbor, their streams of water going every which way. Somewhere in that mix one of Rocky's squirts was in the air at the same time as one of Donovan's multiple droplet cums and they seemed to collide in mid air which disrupted the path of their sperm for both boys. From down below, Andrew's first jet arced all the way up to splatter Todd's face, leaving a streak of cum that reached from Todd's right eye, down that cheek and across my son's lips and onto his chin. That was followed by two more squirts of equal amount and distance while the next four ended up at Todd's neck, chest and left nipple and onto the lower part of his left side. Donovan's cock went into ooze mode, the rest of his cum dripping down onto Todd's forehead and before he was done, Donovan wiped his seeping cock head into my son's platinum blond hair. Rocky and Ayden slowed down and soon cum was dripping off their dicks onto Todd's hip area and chest. I felt my balls start to roil and knew that my spermage was getting close. It was just Jamie and I left and when we made eye contact he gave me a slight nod. I jacked hard, pulled on my smooth heavy balls, clenched and relaxed my groin muscles and a moment later announced that I was going to cum and Jamie seconded me. I hadn't jacked off since the night that Todd and I had done it together and being a fairly good shooter to begin with, waiting those few days created a certain amount of pressure back up, just like the boys. My first squirt landed high on Todd's right thigh and left a streak all the way to his cock, which was resting on his belly. The second one made almost as much liquid but didn't go quite as far so ended up draping itself across the middle of his dick and on his pubic bone on one side and his belly on other. My second shot ended as Jamie's first arced out and landed with one end on Todd's left eyelid, down the inner part of that cheek across his lips and onto his chin, just like Andrew's had but on the other side. My third one was more on the left side of my son's body and hung in the air for a second before dropping onto his belly and chest. It barely made it out of the way before Jamie's second squirt landed at the base of Todd's nose and left a white gash from there down to a spot just above and in between his nipples. The thing about Jamie's squirts were that he too made a great deal of liquid so some of it shot and some of it just sort of poured out of his dick, ran down over his knuckles then dropped off onto Todd's cock, his pubic bone and balls. The other thing was that Jamie stopped moving just before he squirted, keeping his hand down close to the base of his cock and after the squirt, slid his hand up and back down once then held it there for the next shot. It gave the illusion that he was milking the sperm out of his body and maybe it was, I don't know, but it sure was spectacular. I let loose with a total of 7 squirts before it stopped and oozed out of my cock, quickly at first but finally slowing down. I didn't count Jamie's but I suspect that it was equal to mine. Around me, boys were wiping their spermy cock heads on whatever part of Todd's body was close to them. The cum from the first boys was already warming and starting to run by the time Jamie and I were finally over with ours. In keeping with the rest of the boys we wiped our cocks on my son's body, Jamie electing to smear his all over Todd's balls. "Fuck that's the best one yet," Sandy said, then to me he asked "do you have a hand mirror that Todd can see himself in?" Not saying a word, I got up and went quickly to my bathroom, grabbed a mirror and headed back out. The boys were backing away from my son who continued to lay on the towels, covered in more cum that I'd seen in a long time. Someone had managed to get the sperm out of the inner corners of his eyes so when I handed my son the mirror he could see what he looked like. "Fuuck." Was about all Todd said as he saw his face then moved the mirror down across his body. I had to agree. He finally handed the mirror back to me and moved to sit up and see his torso. "Man I gotta get into the shower," he said to no one in particular. I grabbed one of the towels and handed it to him and he stood up. Holding it at his crotch Todd quick walked toward the bathroom. The rest of the boys sort of milled about, using a finger to clean any residual sperm from their cocks then wiping it on one part of their body or another. "Well, now he's a full fledged member," Jamie said as he walked up to me. I nodded my head. "That was too hot to watch Tristan," Sandy said, "seeing a father and son doing stuff together like that." I could only nod my head. It had a kind of weirdness for me and I still didn't have any desire to take my relationship with my son to a higher level. That didn't stop me from wanting to carry on with wild abandon with any one of the boys that were loitering about the room. "Are you ready for me?" a slightly high pitched but soft voice next to me said. I looked over to see Ayden standing next to me with a smile on his beautiful tan face.