This is the tenth chapter of “The Policeman.” As we have stated in earlier chapters, the story contains bisexuality and sexual acts involving adults and under-age minors, both related and non-related, in accordance with the shared story preferences of the authors. If any of this is objectionable to you, you might like to leave and go to another story.
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Using his car GPS, Brian easily found Fred's street and had turned the corner onto it. He still had a few blocks to go. Traffic was heavy, so he was distracted from checking the address numbers. Fortunately the GPS did that for him.
“What address are you looking for, dad?” asked Oliver.
Wanting to keep Oliver's mind occupied, he said, “Oliver, you can help dad here. I'm looking for number 2873. Could you tell me when we get close? I have to keep my eyes on this car ahead of me.”
Oliver was thrilled to help. “Sure, dad. I'm real excited to see my math teacher like this. I don't know his son, though. He's in high school.”
“2801… 2809…,” droned Oliver softly to himself. When he said, “2860. Almost there, dad,” Brian put on his signal and prepared to turn left. “2873!” shouted Oliver. “We're here, dad. Turn here.” Brian waited to allow traffic to clear.
Brian smiled at his son's enthusiasm. In another 10 minutes, they'd both be naked, along with Fred and Grant, his 14-year-old son. Sean, the 12-year-old and younger one, was with his mother this morning. A hole in oncoming traffic cleared, and Brian turned into the driveway as Fred had directed him. Coasting to a stop, he set the emergency brake, put the gear shift into park, and turned off the ignition. “Let's go, Oliver. Let's meet Mr. Jenkins and Grant.” They got out and closed the doors. Brian pressed the remote to lock the car and walked to the entrance. He pushed the button. It was still sounding out its gongs when the door swung open. A grinning, very good-looking, and very naked man stood there. “Come in,” he said, and stepped aside, allowing them to enter.
Fred was slightly shorter than Brian's 6ʹ2ʺ height, about 185 pounds, and had a toned physique. Brian had trouble keeping his mouth from dropping open at the sight of such an arousing sight. Instead, he managed a smile. Oliver and he stepped into the house, and Fred closed the door.
“Brian!” said Fred enthusiastically, gripping Brian's hand to shake it a few times. “Good grip,” thought Brian absently. “You are every bit as handsome as George told me. I remember when we met on Back to School Night.”
“Good to meet you again, Fred. It's been awhile, George recommended that I call you. Apparently he told you too.” Fred was nodding his head, the smile never fading.
Brian could not keep his eyes from drifting down Fred's body to his gorgeous six-plus inch erection that stood upward at a 45-degree angle. Distracted, he hardly heard him say, “This is Grant, my son.” He came out of his gay trance to shake the boy's hand.
Grant was not quite as pretty as Oliver, but was equally as sexy. His body was filling out, muscles growing. His five-inch cock was just as hard as his dad's. Brian's mouth watered at the prospect of sucking these two gorgeous pricks that were already glistening from leaking precum.
“Good to meet you, Grant. You're a fine-looking boy,” he said, shaking the boy's hand, whose grip was as good as his dad's.
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Wick,” said Grant, his slightly soprano voice still changing.
“Why don't you call me Brian, when we are together to suck each other?”
The grin that split Grant's face was very appealing. “Thanks, Brian, I will.”
“Well, come on, guys. Get undressed so we can see what equipment you're bringing to this first meeting,” said Fred. “You can strip and put your clothes there, on that table.”
It turned into a race to see who could get their clothes off more quickly. Oliver's looser shirt and pants came off faster. He was tossing his briefs onto his pile, as Brian, hopping on one foot, struggled to strip his off. Father and son stood naked before their hosts, who were smiling appreciatively.
“Gosh, Brian,” said Grant, breathlessly approaching him to grip Brian's throbbing prick. “You sure have a big cock.” Leaning down before Brian could stop him, he kissed the precum-coated man rod, then stood up again, eyes shining in wonder and lust.
“Yikes!” Brian burst out in surprise at the welcoming kiss. He jerked back in surprise, regretting that he hadn't allowed Grant to continue. He simply stared at the boy, savoring the moment when he could suck and breed him. Oh, the possibilities he was imagining.
Fred broke his reverie. “You guys look like you're ready for our hot tub.” Without waiting for an answer, he led the way, and the rest followed him along the hallway. Stopping before a closed door, he opened it to an enclosed room, with steam rising from the large hot tub.
“This could hold a lot more than us,” Brian observed.
Smiling, Fred said, “It has, and it will again. I hold regular father-son nights, and you'll be invited to the next one, in a few weeks. I like to know who's coming, so there will be an even number.”
They stepped gingerly into the hot, steaming water, gradually lowering themselves until the water was over their shoulders. Fred had slid over by Brian, and he felt a hand on his thigh. “You've got a nice body and a beautiful cock,” Fred whispered huskily into Brian's ear, while moving his hand to wrap around his stiff member and grip it. Despite the heat of the water, Brian shivered, anticipating the kiss. He turned his head to face Fred and, tilting it slightly so their noses didn't collide, he felt the soft lips cover his own. Fred's fingers lightly stroked Brian's cheek. Both men were very horny, needing and desiring gay lovemaking.
When their mouths separated, Brian was gasping from Fred's touch. He reached beneath the steaming water to search for, and then find, Fred's large cock. It felt amazing! So very hard, so long, like a velvet-covered steel rod. His lips moved to cover Fred's again, while Fred had taken one of Brian's large nipples to stroke it, drawing moans from the owner.
Pulling back, Brian looked directly into Fred's eyes, and moved around so he was between Fred's knees and all but whimpered, “I need your cock, babe.” Fred grinned, already anticipating how Brian's mouth would feel on his rigid manhood. Putting his hands behind him on the edge of the hot tub, he raised himself and scooted back to put his butt on the edge of it. Looking to his right, Brian saw that both Oliver and Grant had stopped fondling each other and were watching them. He winked, before lowering his mouth to engage the beautiful cock that pointed at him, begging him to come closer.
He sighed as he leaned his head forward, and began to lap at the leaking precum. Fred jerked as the well-trained tongue ran around and around the rim. “Mmm…!” he groaned, appreciating Brian's skill. “Oh, you fucking cock sucker, Brian. I'm in love with your mouth.”
Brian looked up and released the treasure from his mouth to grin and say, “So I've been told.” Both boys giggled. Lowering his head again, he heard Oliver whisper to Grant, “See, I told you my daddy would suck your daddy's cock.” More giggling. Brian didn't notice, he was too far gone in nursing this gorgeous man teat, longing for the cream in the hanging balls. Fred let him suckle, fully enjoying the waves of pleasure Brian's mouth and tongue generated.
Suddenly he pulled his cock from Brian's surprised mouth and said, “George told me that you're a good lover. Much as I'd like to test that statement, I'd like you to check out my son. Did George tell you that I prefer younger boys, like his brother? But I don't want to just walk away.”
“Yes, he did,” replied Brian, taking a few seconds to put his hand on Fred's cheek and kiss him again. “He's a hot looking kid. That cock will attract a lot of attention when he gets older.”
“You've only just begun sucking Oliver?”
“Uhm… no. I'm a bit of a late bloomer myself. It was just last week that I sucked off my first cock and was fucked. It's only been a few days since I've accepted that I want to love Oliver completely. Give me a few minutes with him. I'd like to be the first man to suck him,” he said.
“No problem with that. I'll be very gentle when he comes to me.”
“Oh, yeah, and one more thing… I haven't stretched him yet. So he's not ready for fucking.”
“Ahhh,” said Fred. “Then you'll really enjoy Grant. Started him at eight, that was six years ago. He is one good cock sucker. His ass is tight, and he can make fucking him a dream.” He paused, looking into Brian's eyes. “OK,” said Fred pushing him away. “Get over there and thrill each other.”
Brian was wading through the thigh-deep water of the hot tub toward Oliver, who watched his approach in anticipation. Grant had seen his dad signal him to move away. When Brian got to Oliver, he said, “You ready to suck daddy's cock?” Oliver nodded his head enthusiastically, as Brian turned, took a seat on the edge of the hot tub, and spread his legs. Oliver moved quickly between them, reaching out to take Brian's cock in his hands.
“It's so large, daddy!” breathed Oliver, staring at what appeared to be a monstrous cock compared to Karl's.
“You'll get used to it after you've done this a few times,” assured Brian, placing his hand behind Oliver's head and lightly pressing, urging Oliver to form his mouth into an O and lower it onto Brian's large purple head. When those young, soft boy lips closed around his shaft, Brian shivered, and looked down at the small mouth encircling his rigid penis. “Oh my god, Oliver,” he sighed. “This is absolutely wonderful.”
Oliver smiled inwardly. That's what Karl had told him. He wanted to be his daddy's cock sucker, his good cock sucker. Moving his head down further, he sucked harder.
The combined knowledge that the mouth around his raging prick was his own son's, and the intensity of his sucking, brought Brian to the edge quickly. Almost before he could warn Oliver, he was shooting rope after rope of sticky semen into his small mouth. With Brian's hand holding his head in place, he could not pull back, but gagged. Before he could recover, only part of his dad's cum was still in his mouth.
Brian moved his hand, allowing Oliver to pull back while still holding his father's cum-oozing prick. It didn't look so monstrous now. “That was great!” Brian enthused. “You did so well. I'm very proud of you!” Oliver blushed and grinned at the sound of those words. He was happy.
“My turn now,” said Brian, moving off his perch to let Oliver take his place. Kneeling in the warm bubbling water, he leaned over to scoop Oliver's small prick and balls into his mouth. Oliver shrieked in delight. His father's mouth seemed to launch him into outer space. Brian's tongue lapped at the twig in his mouth, causing squirming and gasping. “Oh, daddy! Daddy! Oh! It feels so good.”
Brian and Oliver were taking in the new feelings developing between them. They had crossed the line between their accepted roles, to delve into that of physical love far beyond the ordinary. Oliver looked down to see his cock disappearing into Brian's mouth, then reappearing, over and over as it rose and fell on his stiff prick. A fantasy becoming reality. His breathing had turned to gasps, as he approached climax until it hit him like a hammer blow! He arched his back and opened his mouth to scream. Only babbled words followed. Oliver's small prick seemed to thicken and grow longer in Brian's mouth. It twitched, twitched again, then one last time. After a moment, his softening penis slipped from between his dad's lips.
Brian had guessed that Oliver would respond as he did. He reached out to hold the boy's body, supporting it as he writhed through his orgasm. When his spasm of sexual joy had ended, his small body went limp, almost too limp for Brian to support. Only by letting his softening penis slip from his mouth could he stand in the hot tub to maneuver Oliver gently onto his back. He lay there, slowly reviving on the fiberglass deck of the hot tub.
He heard applause from behind him. “Great job, you two,” said Fred. “Obviously your son has not experienced an orgasm quite that intense before.”
Brian grinned and said, “This kid has been sucking cock longer than I have. I had my first taste, literally, and first fuck in Chicago. Oliver had been sucking off Karl for longer than that!”
“That's great! He's an early bloomer then, while you are discovering your gay side in your thirties. Excellent. You'll be learning together.” responded Fred cheerily.
Oliver was beginning to stir; Brian turned back to him. Sitting down on the deck, he helped Oliver to sit up. “How are you doing, babe?” he asked solicitously.
Oliver looked at his dad and said, “I love you, dad! You are so much better than Karl!” He put his arm around Brian and snuggled against him, their warm bodies pressing together.
“Will you spend some time with Fred now?” asked Brian.
“I… I… I think so, daddy,” he said. “If that's where you want me to go. With Fred.” His upturned face looked so innocent, despite his well-practiced oral skills.
“You need to learn about cocks other than Karl's and mine,” Brian assured him “I want you to taste Fred's and his cum. OK?”
“Can I be with you later, daddy?” asked Oliver, crestfallen.
Brian took him in his arms and said, “The very next time we are at home alone, I will cuddle naked with you. That's a promise.”
Oliver's eyes were shining, as he paddled away from Brian and Grant came over to him. Brian took charge and pulled him into his arms to press their lips together. After a long passionate kiss, they pulled apart. Grant was looking at Brian in such an odd way.
“Are you going to be my lover now?” he asked cautiously. Brian loved the sound of that voice with a musical tone to it.
Brian sounded upbeat. “Is that OK with you? I've promised your dad, I'd watch out for you.”
Grant looked slightly apprehensive, but smiled. “I'm really happy that your dad trusts me enough to give you to me.” Grant said nothing for a few seconds, then smiled reassuringly. “That's it!” gushed Brian, looking at the almost-pretty face and smiling in return.
Brian could only guess what was going on in the teenager's head. This was not the time for talk, but for comfort. He held Grant against his chest. The boy snuggled against him, wrapping his arms around Brian's body and pressing against him. A warmth crept over Brian, which he realized was gradually growing into a hard on. Grant felt it too and looked up, a big grin spreading. “You're getting hard,” he said rhetorically.
“Yep, sure am, babe. It's you. You're making me real horny.” He could not believe how sexy this boy was making him feel. He'd cum only a few minutes ago, and now he was sprouting again. “God, but this is gonna be hot!” was all he could think.
Grant didn't waste any time, He reached down to take Brian's full six inches in both hands to stroke it. “You've got a real nice cock, Bri… I mean, daddy.” He stroked it a couple of times. “I'm going to like the way it feels when you shove it up my ass.” His eyes were shining with lust.
Previously, Brian had explained to Oliver the way men and boys got together. “You'll be with Fred; I'll be with Grant. OK?”
“Sure, dad. This is gonna be fun.” He had visions of hard cocks dancing in his head. Brian loved the look on his face. He had taken to gay sex so quickly, easily, and and very enthusiastically. Still smiling, he looked at Brian and asked, “Does he get to fuck me?”
Brian put his arm around Oliver. “Baby, I want to do that first. It's a dad's responsibility to take your boy virginity. Right?”
“I guess,” he said, downcast. “But when are you gonna fuck my ass? I wanna be able to have sex like…,” he paused, almost saying Karl's name.
“You know I want to start, but your hole is too tight. Pushing my cock up it would hurt real bad. Your mom has been around too much for me to make you ready.”
“I know,” said Oliver still pouting. “Next time mom is out, OK?”
“As soon as she steps out the door, I'll start working your bottom.”
This seemed to satisfy Oliver, for he jumped unto Brian's arms and kissed him. When he pulled his face back, Brian said, “You sure do kiss nice. Fred will like that.”
As instructed, Oliver went to Fred, and put his lips onto the man's to lightly kiss. Somewhere inside, Oliver sensed that a man likes a sexually aggressive boy. In a moment, the kiss became more stronger. It went on and went on. When they finally separated, Oliver looked into Fred's eyes. “I want your cock, Fred,” he whispered huskily.
“You'll get it, you wicked little minx,” Fred chuckled, his hands moving behind and down to cup and caress Oliver's tight little bubble butt.
It was a giggling Grant who took Brian's face between his two soft hands, turned it to him, closed his eyes, and kissed him once more. This time his lips seemed warmer, softer, and more compliant. Deliciously sexy! They opened slightly, inviting Brian's tongue to move in where he sucked it. The boy was an excellent lover. Fred had trained him well.
“Mmm…,” Grant sighed, as he pulled back from Brian's smiling face. “You sure kiss nice, daddy.”
“So do you, baby,” Brian whispered back. His heart beating rapidly, he was feeling much hornier with Grant in his arms.
His cock throbbing from the presence of this boy, Brian moved up until his body was out of the warm water and took a seat at the edge of the hot tub. Grant moved between his open thighs. He put his hands on Brian's chest, rubbing his palms lightly against his very stiff nipples. One pair of fingers no longer caressed but gripped the hardened bud, stroking it. Brian closed his eyes and breathed a soft, “Ahhh…!”
Looking at Brian's face, Grant was seeing the same satisfied visage that he'd witnessed so many times with other men. He knew what men liked, his new daddy was no different. When his fingers closed around the large nipple and began to squeeze it, Brian's body jerked, and arched, pressing into the fingers lightly torturing him. He was panting from the pressure, wanting more. “Mmm… Good.” Grant grinned. He was going to make Brian very happy, as he was trained to do.
His other hand released Brian's twitching cock to move down, finding and cupping his balls. “Nice balls, daddy,” crooned the boy, massaging them expertly. “Big!” He marveled at how just words could have the effects they did. “Oh, daddy,” he went on. “I love how big they are.”
Grant moved his lips close to Brian to whisper in his ear, “I'm gonna make you feel real good, daddy.” Those same lips slid down his cheek to rest on his lips once more. Pressing against them, he opened his mouth to let his tongue lick against Brian's. Their sexy touch made Brian's cock twitch, starting a flow of precum.
His hand slid down to grip Brian's hard and throbbing cock. Stroking it, oh, so slowly and sensuously, he looked at the precum leaking from it. Down went his head to stick out his tongue, which moved luxuriously across the cock head, gathering the oozing wetness.
Brian shook from the boy's wonderful caress of his sensitive tip. “Oh, yes. You do that, baby. You lick daddy's cock.” Looked down to see Grant's tongue lapping, he felt his lust rising. If Grant didn't get to sucking, he'd ejaculate without the additional stimulation.
Sensing this was the time, Grant took Brian's cock into his mouth, where he began to suck in addition to lapping his tongue over the head. Brian groaned. “I'm so close.” With that, Grant eased up on licking and sucking. Rather, he held the head in his mouth and gently stroked it with his fingers.
Turning his head slightly, Brian noticed that Fred and Oliver were gone. He was brought back to the reality of the moment, as Grant's mouth devoured his penis and the real pleasure began.