Date: Wed, 16 May 2018 11:48:26 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Dad and Son Paired

This is a true life experience.

**056 -- Dad and Son Paired

**01 (Meeting Jacob, the Son)

I had a weird request put before me; it sometimes seems that the weird and
unusual have become the norm for me. There are a bunch of guys who get
together every month or so at a guy's house in a small town near here, for
poker and beer, usually on a Saturday so we can make a day of it.  There is
a deck of cards but I've never seen a poker game.  A lot of guys don't know
how to play poker so the cards are used simply for "low draw" as a form of
strip poker.  Most times we don't bother with the game, everybody just gets
naked or in some state of undress because the sole purpose for the
gathering is sex.

Guys start arriving late morning, the host puts out a fine lunch, there is
plenty of beer; everyone puts ten bucks in the kitty upon arrival to pay
for everything.  If he comes up short we kick in whatever he needs. It's
not an exclusive club. If you know somebody you trust who might be
interested you can invite them.  It's pretty much non-stop sex till mid to
late afternoon, in two bedrooms, in the living room and even in the
kitchen, the garage and the laundry room.  Bent over the big, sturdy
butcher block is a favorite place to get fucked, as well as bent over the
hood of the Jeep out in the garage.  And in the laundry room.....there is a
certain thrill of being fucked or sucked bent over the washer when it's
running.

Several months ago a guy brought his teenage nephew.  We'd heard about him
but it was a nice surprise when he showed up.  Fuck, he was busy the entire
time.  Frankly, I doubted he was eighteen like Uncle said he was, but he
was so nice, and nobody cared.

Well, to the weird request.  After the man and his nephew had left, there
was a conversation around the butcher block about the nephew, and we all
agreed we hoped he would bring the boy again.  I noticed one man's rather
serious demeanor when we were talking about the nephew and I thought he
might have some reservations about the boy being there, and about his uncle
bringing him again. I supposed he, Dan, didn't believe either that the boy
was eighteen.  I decided to bring up the boy's age.

"Does anyone besides me have doubts about that boy's age?"

Several guys nodded, but they were smiling.

"I don't believe for a minute that he's eighteen but I also don't give a
fuck.  He brought him and the kid was fantastic!  I hope he brings him
again."

The others agreed with a caveat from one man who said, "I think he ought to
drive his truck into the garage for the kid to get out, in case there are
nosey neighbors.  I'd hate to have somebody calling the cops over an
underage kid."

The host said, "My neighbors aren't close enough to notice unless they're
spying on me with binoculars.  Which is always a possibility," he added,
laughing.  Then he said, "But you have a good point.  I'll email him and
tell him to call on his cell phone when he's about here, I'll watch for him
and raise the garage door so he can drive in."

We all agreed that was a great idea.  I noticed that Dan wasn't saying
anything.  I asked him, "What about you, Dan, you're not saying anything."
That's when he dropped the bombshell.

"Well, actually, I've got a seventeen year old son I would like to bring,
but I have NO idea how to even approach him."  He left and came back with
his pants in hand.  He dug out his wallet and took out a picture and handed
it to me.

"This is him?" I asked, looking at the picture.  "Damn!!"

Someone snatched the picture away.  "Holy Shit!  I'll approach him!"

The picture was passed around and everybody agreed, jokingly of course,
that the boy should join us even if we had to chase him down and hog tie
him.

"If we KNOW he's only seventeen........"  It was the host, shaking his
head.

Somebody handed him the picture.  "Didn't you see this?"

I didn't know if he'd seen the picture but he was looking at it now.
"Whew!" he whistled finally.  "I guess I could be convinced to take the
chance." He looked at Dan and said, "Get him a fake ID."  Everybody laughed
and the guys closest to him slapped him on the back.

I should describe the picture.  It was actually two pictures back to back,
laminated together.  In one, the boy was in a tuxedo standing on the steps
of a porch with his arm around a girl, obviously his date.  In the reverse
picture he was shirtless and barefoot, wearing a pair of shorts.  I don't
have to explain why everybody was going ape over him; suffice to say he was
cute and he was built better than most boys that age.

This man, Dan, is gay, obviously, and he has a gut feeling about his son,
nothing he can put his finger on; he said it might be just wishful
thinking.  There were lots of suggestions and ideas, none of which would
work for the dad, he said.  Understandable, I thought, because he would
essentially be coming out to his son.  But Dan said he has decided that he
is ready to do that and take whatever consequences there might be, but he
just doesn't know how; mostly, he admits, he hasn't found his courage.

That's where I was brought into it....it was brought up that I came out to
my son a couple of years ago that I am Bi. (Several chimed in, why don't I
bring my son to a gathering!!  I've thought about it.)  Anyway, Dan and I
had a long conversation about their situation and him being gay and I told
him how I had come out to my son and how well he'd taken it.  He said his
son is not a homophobe either.  He knows other gay students and he's okay
with them. The man admits that he has strong feelings for his son.  (Don't
blame him after seeing the pictures of the boy!!)  And their situation is
ideal; there is no Mom in the immediate picture, it's just the two of them
and they are very close.

He said he wanted to think about it some more, as well he should, but he
brought up the possibility that I might pave the way; have me meet his son
and get better acquainted so I might be able to better judge the situation
and advise him on what to do.  He even considered the possibility of me
actually "outing" Dad to the boy.

So I met with the man and his son.  We had lunch together at a local fast
food place, which happens to be the best and cleanest in town.  The boy
didn't know I was to meet with them.  According to plan, I walked into the
place, got my lunch and looking around for a place to sit; I saw the guy
and went over to say Hi.  He invited me to sit with them.  Which I did.  He
introduced me to Jacob and told him I was one of his card-playing,
beer-drinking buddies.  The boy was polite; he even stood to shake my
hand. Actually, he offered his hand first.  Nice hand.  Good grip.  Nice
arm too; and shoulders.  Nice everything. Did I mention he's cute as fuck?

So I got acquainted with Jacob.  FUCK!!!!  He is a HOTTIE!!! No wonder
Dad's got the hots for him.  I also found him to be very friendly and
intelligent and unlike a lot of boys his age, he was obviously very at ease
talking to an older guy.

In general conversation it was brought out that Jacob is the outdoors
type. His dad is not.  I already knew this; Dan and I had talked about it
at the gathering and that's where he thought his son and I could connect;
maybe I could even take the boy camping after I got to know him well
enough.  Dan hates camping, doesn't like the bugs and critters.  I told Dan
I didn't think I wanted to do that as an "opener" but it could be a
possibility later on, depending on how his son and I hit it off.  (I also
threw in about my two nephews who are outdoorsmen and hunters.  He was
impressed with that.  Might introduce the three boys sometime).

I had told Dan that I go hiking several times a week and he used that as an
opener.  He told his son, "You need to team up with Pete; he goes hiking
out in the woods all the time, in all kinds of weather."

Jacob perked.  "Oh, really. Where do you hike?"

I told him the wilderness park where I go.

"They're marked trails then."

"They were marked at one time but the markings have all worn off,' I said,
"so it's pretty much instinct, making your way from one foot bridge to the
next." I went on to tell him about some of the wildlife I see; lots of
deer, wild turkeys, pheasants, and one time the biggest owl I've ever seen.

"Man, I gotta check it out, try to get some pictures," he said.

That was my opening.  I didn't pounce on it but I asked him, "Do you want
to come along with me sometime?"

"Sure, if you don't mind, if I wouldn't be in your way."

"Hey, it's wide open wilderness, you couldn't be in my way," I told him.
"There might be one drawback though."

"What's that?"

"I like to hike very early in the morning, like before daylight, to see the
sun come up, and early evening to see the sun go down.  And like your dad
said, I like to hike in any kind of weather it is."

"That's no problem for me."

I got his email address and told him I would email him the night before I
would be going out on the trails next, so he should check his email every
night before he goes to bed so we could arrange when to pick him up.  I
also gave him my email address; I sort of wanted to see if he would email
me first, so I would know he was interested and it wasn't all just talk.

So we left it at that.  I had no reason to believe the boy was anything but
straight, but I also know how horny teenage boys are and more and more I am
getting the impression that they don't much care where they find their sex
as long as they find it.  And this boy was CREATED for sex.

**02 (Meet Daniel, the Father; and getting his OK)

I had another conversation with Dad over lunch, without Jacob, to help lay
the groundwork, like how do I approach, and exactly to what end, because
he, Dan, had not made that completely clear to me.

"I have to know where you expect this to go and how far you want me to take
it," I told him.

"You can take it with him wherever it leads you," he said.  "I'm prepared
for anything, meaning I don't care if you let him know I'm gay."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked.

"I'm ready for him to know but I just don't have the balls to come out to
him face to face."

"Okay, I know you've thought this through, but do you really think it'll be
any easier facing him if he gets it from me?" I asked.

"Maybe not, but I'll be forced to then, won't I?"

I wrapped my hands around my coffee and looked down in the cup. He thought
I was reluctant.  He said if I didn't want to do it, it was okay.

I looked up at him.  "No, it's not that.  Your son is hot as fuck.....I
just need to know....are you placing any limitations on me?"

"None," he said, without hesitation. "Wherever it takes you.  Or wherever
you take it."

"All right.  Thanks."

"But I want you to do one thing," he said.  "I want you to call me
immediately after you've broken the news and dropped him off.  I don't need
any details; I just want to know how he took it so I know what I'm facing
when I get home."

I told him I would do that.  Then he took a small brown bottle out of his
shirt packet and handed it across the table to me, very discreetly
concealed in his hand.  I knew what it was.  Poppers.  I hesitated at first
but then took the bottle and slipped it in my pocket; I think more to get
it off the table than anything else.

"You want me to give this to Jacob?" I asked, surprised. I don't like
poppers, they give me a headache, but I admit I have used them on very rare
occasions when offered to me in certain circumstances.

"Not give it to him, but let him use it if you think it's warranted."

"I really don't think that'll be necessary," I told him.  Him giving me the
bottle of poppers sort of took the edge off of it for me.  I was a little
disappointed that he gave the little brown bottle to me, and maybe even
disappointed in myself that I'd taken it.  After all, the simple act of
taking the bottle and putting it in my pocket meant I wasn't closed to the
idea of using the stuff or giving it to Jacob to use.  Well, I would deal
with that later.  But at the moment I had no intention of using poppers on
the boy.

So I pretty much got a blank check from Dan. Now it remained to see how it
would go the first time out on the trails.


**03 (Plan hike with Jacob)

Jacob is in school of course so I emailed him on Thursday night that I
would be going out hiking early Saturday morning.  Meanwhile, I went hiking
in the gullies on Thursday evening by myself.  I wanted to take a closer
look along the trails, for likely places where we wouldn't be seen,
if.......well, you know what I mean.  I especially wanted to check out one
trail I've never been on.  It's a four hour hike to cover the entire trail.
I didn't do the whole trail but I wanted to check it out for possible
future adventures with Jacob.  I will do more of it later until I've done
the entire trail.  I did find some likely secluded places, some rugged
terrain off to the side of that trail and a couple of natural "bunkers"
well off the trail where we wouldn't likely be seen.  The areas look like
nobody goes there.  And what the fuck, I wouldn't be opposed to driving to
the next town to get us a motel room if things advanced that far.

Jacob emailed me back and asked what time I would pick him up, what he
should carry along, how long would we be out.  I told him I would be at his
house a little before five, and he should bring a walking stick if he has
one, otherwise he can use one of mine.  Nothing else.

**04 (Hiking with Jacob)

Saturday morning.  I got another one of my old Army web belts with a
canteen, first aid kit and an ammo pouch on it, for Jacob, just like the
one I wear.  I filled both canteens with cold water.  I tucked some snack
crackers and protein bars in the ammo pouches.  I also slipped some condoms
and lube in the bottom of my ammo pouch, along with a couple of different
size cock rings and a ball-strap.  I wasn't really expecting anything to
happen but.....just in case.  I did not take the poppers.

Jacob was waiting on the enclosed side porch when I pulled up. He came
bounding out and down the steps, all smiles, happy and excited as he
climbed in the truck.  It is about seventeen miles to the park, and it was
a little foggy.  Driving through the park we saw several deer. The place is
full of wildlife and they own it.  There's a reason why the speed limit is
20 mph.  Most often you have to stop and wait for the deer to look at you
with that "what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-in-my-woods" look before they amble
on across the road and go on their way.  They seem to know they are in no
danger from human intruders.

I drove through the park and took one of the short side roads to where the
trail begins.  We got out and I handed Jacob a crude walking stick that I'd
crafted from an old clothes line post with duct tape wrapped around one end
for a grip.  I had one just like it.  Then I got the web belts out of the
truck, put mine on, then slung the other one around his waist and buckled
it.  I had adjusted it earlier to a smaller waist, and it was a good
fit. Only slightly loose, which let the canteen hang down and bounce
against his butt when he walked. I always found that sexy.

The trail begins at the top of a grade with a path leading down to some
old, crude wooden steps that should have been replaced a long time ago, or
simply removed altogether.  I pointed out one that was busted and told him
about the Marines who'd come running through and the step gave way under
their weight.  I described the Marines but I didn't tell him that whole
story.  That's for a later time.....as I thought I might introduce him to
them if and when the time is right.

The steps lead down into the gullies; the trails barely visible with the
heavy cover of dead leaves, but I know them well.  There is a stream that
winds back and forth through the maze of gullies with narrow footbridges to
get across.  The trails are narrow, not wide enough to walk side by side.
I started out in the lead but then gave him the lead purposely so I could
watch him from behind.

"Man, this is awesome down here," he remarked as he followed along behind
me.  And it was, with the light fog that hung overhead that wouldn't
dissipate till well after sunup.

I took us as far as we could go in that direction; to where the only way to
go on was to climb straight up, and that would take a grappling hook.  Or
we could go in the creek bed at the bottom of the steeper gullies but I
didn't have on waterproof boots. The other way was up a crude "stairs" cut
out of the ground with mostly exposed tree roots that served as steps. We
turned back to retrace our steps. On the way I stopped and went down into
the creek bed where the water was barely a trickle and picked up some rocks
and tossed them on the bank.  I explained that I took a couple of rocks
back with me each trip that I planned to use to make a rock garden.  He
came in to help and we made a couple of trips back and forth on that trail
and stacked the rocks at the bottom of the steps.

Then we headed down another trail leading off in another direction.  Across
a wider stream we started up a steep hill to connect with another trail I'd
recently discovered and wanted to explore.  All the while I didn't talk
much and neither did Jacob.  He seemed to be comfortable with that and so
was I.  I think in a way, it was how we connected.

It was a long way up and at the top there is a "way station"; a simple
bench with a covering over it.  I parked my butt on the bench and took out
my canteen.  Jacob did the same thing. He said he was liking it out there
and thanked me for bringing him.

"It's too bad your dad doesn't like the outdoors," I said.  It was a good
time to bring up his dad.

"He just doesn't like being outdoors like I do," Jacob said.  "He never
has.  He said he got enough camping and hiking in the army."

"So did I, but I liked it," I said. "But that's okay, it's not for
everybody."

"We do a lot of other things together, though," Jacob said.  "We go to ball
games together, and movies, and to the beach on vacations.  We both love to
swim."

I mentioned my nephews and he wanted to know more about them. He said it
would be neat to meet them.  I told him I could probably arrange that
sometime. He had a lot of questions about my nephews and their schools and
their activities, especially baseball.

We walked on along a new trail I'd been wanting to explore but not too far;
I wanted to save it for another time.  In retrospect I wish I'd gone ahead
on the trail.  There are little areas (nests if you will), barely visible
back in the trees and brush that are not made by the animals.  The deer
don't leave beer cans and condoms.  It would've been a good topic to bring
up, about people creating little nests like that back in the woods. But
another time.  It was a good morning, a good hike, I felt we had connected.
Anyway, he asked if we could do it again real soon.  I put it back on him,
told him to email me when he wanted to go again.


**05 (Jacob's first blowjob)

One day he emailed me from school, asking if I was free after school.
Absolutely, I told him I would pick him up around 3:30.  He was waiting on
the porch again.  He came bounding out with my web belt on and the canteen
bouncing on his butt.  He climbed in the truck excited as hell like
before. He looked great, BTW.  The freaky weather was cooperating; it was
almost 70 degrees and he had on hiking shorts.  Fuckin' nice legs!!  The
shorts struck him about mid-thigh, revealing the thick muscles that bulged
and leapt with each step.  Sort of tanned, left over from the summer, and
with just the right amount of new-grown hair on them.  He filled the shorts
out nicely too.

"Do you think we can check out that other trail you mentioned?  The really
long one?" he asked as we were pulling into the park.

"Sure. I haven't hiked the entire trail, it takes over four hours, but we
can go as far as we want."  Then I asked, "Did you leave a note?  It'll
likely be dark by the time we pull out of here."

He said he did.

As far as I'd gone before, the trail wasn't as rugged as the ones in the
gullies; it was more a wide path, with little pathways shooting off from
it, going into the woods on either side.  Jacob was more talkative than
before.  He said his dad was glad that we'd hit it off so well, and that
he'd asked his dad to come along sometime; and he said he might, but Jacob
didn't think he would.  I thought he might too, but I knew why he was
waiting.  Jacob thought his dad needed to get out more and find some more
activities.  He even wished he would find a girlfriend.

"He's on a bowling league and he loves the get-togethers to play cards with
you guys," he said.

I chuckled, trying to decide if it was time.

He asked, "What's so funny?"

"Well, I could tell you things about our get-togethers for cards and beer,"
I said.

"So, tell me."

I laughed again and said I didn't know if I should.  It was definitely time
but I wanted to pique his curiosity.

"I really don't care what they're about, Dad enjoys going.  Do you have
strippers or something?"  he asked.

I laughed again. "Not exactly."

"What's that mean, not exactly?"

It was time.  "Well, I've only seen one deck of cards in all the time I've
been going and it's used strictly for strip poker, and most of the guys
don't even know how to play poker."

His face lit up.  "Then there are women there!  That's great!" he said
excitedly, laughing.  "I wonder when dear old Dad was going to tell me
about that."

"No," I said.

He gave me a funny look, like he didn't know if I was talking about, no,
his dad wouldn't tell him.....or no, there were no women.  I didn't wait
for him to ask.

"There are no women at the gatherings," I said.  "Just guys."

His look turned deadpan, maybe with a little bit of "oh shit! or WTF!"  I
couldn't read his look, whether he was figuring it out.

"So, uh......you guys play strip poker," he said finally.

"Well, truth is, a lot of the guys don't know how to play poker, the cards
are used for high-draw, low-draw."

"Oh."

"Yeah, it's just an excuse to get rid of the clothes," I said.  "Not that
anybody needs an excuse.  I mean, a lot of guys just walk in, grab a beer
and get naked."

"So this, uh... these gatherings that my Dad goes too aren't.... just about
drinking beer and playing cards... and........"

"Well we do drink a lot of beer," I put in.

"And getting naked," he finished.

"Pretty much," I said.

"Okay, this is starting to play with my head," he said quietly.

"You're a smart guy, Jacob.  I think you're figuring it out," I said, just
as quietly.

"Yeah, I think I am too."

"So tell me," I said.

"Well, the pieces sort of fall into place, don't they?  A bunch of guys
getting together to drink beer and play not-poker and get naked
together.... and no women present."

"Don't let it fuck up your head.  Your dad is the same guy he was a half
hour ago."

"I'm trying to believe that but... fuck, man, you're telling me my Dad
is......."  He stopped and swallowed a lump in his throat.

"He wanted you to know, Jacob; he just was never able to dig up the courage
to tell you."

"So this...." he gave a wide sweep with his arm.... "was all...... arranged
.....part of a plan."  His voice trailed off as he looked around, as if he
was lost.  Suddenly he yelled, "FUCK!!" and took off running down the
trail.

I swore, "SHIT!" and walked after him.  I didn't bother running. Quite a
ways up the trail I found him, off the trail, sitting at one of the natural
"bunkers" with his knees cocked up, his arms across his knees, his head
down on his folded arms.  The canteen lay beside him, the cap off; his head
and shoulders were wet where he'd poured the water over himself.

I walked up the slope into the trees and sat down beside him.  I suddenly
felt like a complete stranger and a total fool fuckup.  I was very worried
about damage control.  He didn't look up or around, just sat there with his
head down, water dripping off his head.

"Do you want to go back?" I asked quietly.  "I can drive you home. But I
think we ought to talk first."

He glanced over at me, like "who the fuck are you to think I wanta talk to
you about it?"  That's what I thought he was probably thinking. But I
couldn't just drop him off to let him deal with this alone.

"Look, Jacob, I hope you don't do anything foolish," I said.  "You know
your dad loves you. Man, the way he talks about you... he practically
worships the ground you walk on.  You're his life, you know that."  I
didn't know what the fuck I was doing, I didn't know what to say, I only
knew that I wanted to keep him there and try to get him to talk to me.

"I always worshipped the ground he walked on."

"What changed?" I asked.  He didn't answer me.  "Think about that, Jacob.
What's changed?  Your dad is the same man he......"

"No, he's not!  He's gay!  You just told me he's gay!  You must be gay too;
you're going to those gatherings too."

"No, I'm Bi.  I'm happily married.  Several of the guys are married," I
said.  "Your dad was gay yesterday, and the day before that, and the year
before that.  You just didn't know.  So tell me what's different about him
now?"  I was using logic that I wasn't at all sure had any place in this
conversation with this suddenly confused teenager and I was even less sure
it was going to work.

He was shaking his head.  "I think.... Okay, maybe I should've known.  Or
suspected," he said quietly.  "I mean, I don't remember him every having a
woman in his life.  I used to think he probably dated women when he went
out and just didn't tell me about it.  And why should he?  It's none of my
business, really.  I just wanted him to be happy.  He seems so alone, and
lonely, sometimes."

Good, he was talking.  "He probably is happy; he's got you in his life and
you are the most important thing in his life.  So if he is happy in his
life, being who he is... are you going to be okay with that... now that you
know?"

When he didn't say anything I put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Jacob,
if you disown your dad, if you reject him, it'll kill him."

"I would never do that," he said, turning to me with a scowl.  "He's still
my father.  I love him.  He's all I've got, really.  I'll always love him
no matter what."

I nodded.  "If the tables were turned.... if you were gay and he was your
straight dad he would say the same thing about you."

"I know he would."

"Then what's different?" I asked again.

"What's different is, I'm going to be thinking about... what he does.....
wondering, what it must be like, him being with another man instead of a
woman."

I laughed softly.  "Well, we don't know for sure that he's not with a woman
once in a while.  He might be Bi for all we know."

He glanced around at me again and I could see the curiosity in his eyes; I
had just told him something he hadn't thought of, and he knew there was
more.  He kept looking at me, a penetrating look.  I looked back, letting
him see into my soul if that's where he was looking.

"What... does he do.... I mean, what does go on at those gatherings?"

I looked away from him, dropping my head, not knowing how I should answer
him.  I looked back at him.  "I don't know if I should tell you a lot of
the details.  Let's just say.... well, there's a lot of sex going on."

He quickly looked away, as if he didn't want to know that truth.  I decided
to take it to the next level. He seemed to be handling everything well
enough, little by little, and I wasn't finished laying the groundwork that
I knew Dan so dearly wanted.

"You might not want to hear this," I said, "but your dad has often said how
he would love to bring you to one of our gatherings."

He snapped his head around again with a WTF look of surprise.  "He wants to
bring me along to have sex with a bunch of guys?!?!  Does he think I'm
gay?"

"No, no, and there wouldn't be any of that, not like you would be attacked
and raped the minute you walked in the door," I assured him.  "Nothing
would happen that you didn't want to happen.  Nothing.  He would see to
that, and so would I.  No, I think it's sort of a way to say, `welcome to
my life'.  His way of coming out to you. And maybe to show you off.  He is
very proud of you."

"Well, it would be interesting, to say the least," he said with a soft
chuckle.

"I just don't want you to hate your dad," I said.

"I don't hate my dad.  Like you said, he's the same man he was when I left
the house.  He's the same man he's been all my life.  With a twist."  He
was nodding his acceptance, then he looked at me again.  "So now, I gotta
ask......."  But he didn't continue.

"Go ahead, ask," I said.

"You're Bi, that means you like guys and women both."

"That's right."

"Which do you like more?  If you don't mind me asking."

"You can ask me anything you want," I said.  "That's a hard question to
answer.  I am very much in love with my wife; I've never been with another
woman since I got married.  So maybe your question should be, who do I have
more sex with, my wife or other guys.  And the answer would be other guys."

He gave me a sheepish grin. "That really wasn't the question I was going to
ask.  I pussied out."

"That seems unlike you.  What were you going to ask?"  I noticed he had let
his knees down and crossed his legs, in a more relaxed, less defensive
position.

"Well, we've been out here hiking twice now, and we've got to know each
other pretty well in a short period of time.... you're Bi.... and you
haven't tried anything.  And that, to me, doesn't seem like you."  He
laughed.  "Sorta makes me wonder if there's some reason why you're not
attracted to me."

I have to admit, I did a double take.  He surprised me with his boldness
and I had to wonder if he was left-handedly propositioning me.... or
creating a great big opening for me to proposition him.  Teenage curiosity
at its best!  Either way, it was an opening and I grabbed it.

"Do you want me to be attracted to you?"  This as I put my hand on his leg
just above his knee.  Close but not too close.  I could draw back if need
be.  I had already decided if he didn't say no, I was going to proceed.

He looked at my hand, a goofy smile on his face.  When he didn't seem to
mind my hand, I ran it up his leg and into the leg of his shorts.  He still
didn't seem to mind.  The shorts fit pretty snug around his muscular thigh
so I couldn't get my hand very far up.  As far as I got I didn't feel any
shorts and I wondered if he was going commando, or if he was wearing briefs
that I couldn't reach.  I pulled my hand back and laid it over his crotch.
He was pretty hard already.  As I started to undo his shorts.... he wore no
belt.... I asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure I'm curious," he said in a croaking voice.

I undid his hiking shorts and laid them open.  He had on briefs that bulged
alive with his hard cock.  I laid my hand on it and squeezed.  Impressive.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye.  He was focused on my hand.  I
leaned over and mouthed his hardon through his shorts, but not long enough
to get them soaked with spit.  I was impressed with his size, especially
the wide head with the thick rim that I felt through the material.  He was
going to be a real mouthful, and my mouth was watering.

When I tugged at the front of his shorts he lifted his butt up and said,
"Here," and shoved everything down so he was sitting bare-assed on the
grass.  This guy is really nice.  Way past the gangly teenager stage, he's
well-muscled, has just the right amount of hair on his legs and a nice
bush.  His cock stood up over his stomach, covering his navel.  I laid my
hand over it then curled my fingers around it.  He was a nice handful.  I
lifted it straight up and looked up at him.  He smiled proudly, still a
goofy smile.

"You are certainly your father's son," I said.

His smile turned to a frown.  "You know what my father's cock looks like?"

"Let's say I am intimate with your dad's cock, yes," I said as I moved my
hand up and down his shaft.

"Well, I'll want to hear more about that," he said.

"Last chance to change your mind," I told him as I stroked his cock.

"If we don't do this, I'm going to have to hurt you," he joked.

As I leaned over him he laid back leaning on his elbows.  He moaned deep in
his belly as I took his cock in my mouth.  "Ohh, Jeezusss!"

I didn't dive in, I wanted to build him up gradually to the pleasure I
would give him.  I wanted him to savor this new experience and never forget
it.  I held the head of his cock in my mouth, slathering it with my tongue,
like a cat licking her kitten.  He was very sensitive; I felt him tremble
and heard his intake of breath and a whisper, "Ohh, My God!"

I took my time working my way downward, up and down, up and down, as I went
lower onto the shaft, till the head of his cock was pushing against the
back of my throat.  I'm sure he thought that was as far as it would go. I
sucked him like that for several minutes as I cupped his balls and mauled
them gently in my hand.  Very nice balls, too.  As drool ran down his cock
and over his balls I used it as massage oil under his balls till I could
feel the crack of his butt.  I didn't pursue that, partly because I was
certain now that there would be time for that later; I did not think this
was going to be a one-time thing.  And part of me thought his Dad should
initiate him into that singular pleasure.

He had put his hand on my shoulder, tentatively, and when he saw it was
okay he began squeezing my shoulder muscle.  I found his other hand and
placed it on the back of my head as I was sliding my mouth downward on his
cock.  When the head of his cock pushed against my throat again I pressed
on his hand.  I wanted him to be an active participant in this, his first
time.

He caught on and pushed my head down, forcing the wide head of his cock
through the opening of my throat.

"Ohh, Fuck!" he groaned as he forced my head all the way down till my face
was pressed hard against his pubes.  I say forced but I didn't offer much
resistance. Godd, he felt good embedded in my throat, his big cock bucking
and throbbing so hard.  He held me there; I kept swallowing, milking his
cock with my throat muscles while he kept moaning.  "Ohh, fuck!  Ohh, fuck,
yeah, keep doing that!"

It seemed quite a while before he eased the pressure on my head and I was
able to rise up.  I did so carefully; the head of his cock was
exceptionally bulbous and I could feel the thick rim sliding along the
lining of my throat.  It lodged for a second at the opening before it
popped into my mouth.  I lathered it with my tongue with gratitude.

He was still moaning and it grew louder as I started sucking him again, up
and down, slowly.  And with good reason; I used my best deep throat skills
now, along with my tongue, plunging all the way down on his cock with each
stroke.

"Fuck, man, how do you do that?" he gasped.

I couldn't resist.  I lifted my head and said, "Want me to show you?"

"I don't think so."

I gave him a good blowjob.  I knew it was good for him, being his first,
but it was more than that from my perspective.  He didn't realize it but I
was certain it was his initiation into bigger and better things.

He asked me what he should do when he was ready to cum, which, he said, was
going to be pretty soon if I kept doing what I was doing.  I asked him what
he usually did when he shot his load.

He looked at me funny and replied, "I just cum.... shoot it."

"So, just shoot it," I told him.

His funny look stayed.  "You mean I can cum in your mouth?" with a hint of
disbelief.

"If you don't, I'll have to hurt you," I said.

"Oh, fuck!  I've seen 'em do that in the porn videos and it's hot as hell."

Yeah, I thought, it's gonna be awesome, for both of us.

As he became more at ease I began working my finger in the crack of his
ass, and he didn't mind that either. Soon I was working his asshole with my
finger.  Not penetrating, but steadily rubbing and massaging his asshole
and pushing against it without breaching the portal.  I was afraid it was
too soon for that, but I could tell he didn't mind what I was doing.  It
became evident that he liked it by the way he squirmed his butt around on
my hand; maybe he thought it was a routine part of a blowjob.  Maybe I
could've pushed thru--I would've loved to have him discover his love
nut--but I didn't want to take the chance.  Like I said, there was time for
that.

He didn't warn me when he was ready to go off.  He simply told me as he was
cumming.  I could tell, though, that he was building up to it so I was
ready for it.  I wasn't fully prepared for what he gave me, though.  He put
his hand on my head again but I held his hips in check so he couldn't
impale me.  I wanted him to cum in my mouth, not my throat.  I wanted to
feel the stuff spurting out, but I also wanted to taste him.

He shot off with tremendous force; I could feel it spurting out in thick
ropes.  Fuck, he tasted good as his cum covered my tongue. Fresh teenage
cum; there's nothing like it. I sloshed the stuff around his cockhead,
savoring the mild, salty-sweet nectar while his tender cock lurched and
belched more boy juice.  He finally groaned that he couldn't take any more
of my tongue and he pulled my head up rather hard.  I swallowed his
generous load as he lay back on the grass, his arms flung out, his chest
heaving and his stomach muscles twitching with aftershocks.  His rubbery,
still-swollen cock lay across his hip, oozing more cum.  I leaned down and
took it in my mouth once more and swallowed it while I milked it with my
pursed lips.  I wanted every last drop.

"Holy Shit, man, I wasn't expecting this," he gasped breathlessly.

"I was."

"You were?"

"Well, I was hoping," I said.  "I hope you're not upset, or disappointed."

"Fuck no!  That was the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."

"Great enough that you'd want to do it again?  Just so I know."

"Hell, yeah.  Any fuckin' time!"  he said emphatically.

He pulled his briefs and shorts up and I stood and pulled him to his feet.
"I guess it beats jacking off, huh?"  I said as I steadied him on shaky
legs.

"No shit," he said.

"You should realize there's really no reason for you to ever jack off
again," I told him.  "There are plenty of guys out there who would jump at
the chance to take care of you."  We had started off down the trail.

He laughed.  "They would practically have to live with me then, `cause I
jack off every day.  And where are all of these guys anyway?"

I started to tell him about eye contact but I didn't want him to start
cruising guys and get himself in trouble.  (Okay, I wanted to keep him to
myself as long as possible). I told him to just keep his eyes open. He
didn't say anything else, oddly, for several yards down the trail.

"Are you going to tell my dad about this?" he asked.

"Not if you don't want me to."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"Okay, no problem," I said.

"Do you.... do you think my dad would ever try anything with me?"

I was momentarily taken aback by his question but I recovered to answer
him.  "I believe he would like to."

"He told you that?"  He was obviously surprised.

"No, he's hinted at it, in so many words."

I wasn't sure how I was not going to tell Daniel since he would be
expecting a report from me.

I asked Jacob if he wanted to go hiking again, he said yes, definitely.  I
told him we could go any time he wanted.  I had definitely made a friend.


**06 (Hiking and Jacob's Second blowjob)

Our next time hiking we went further down that same trail and I gave him
his second blowjob, this time down on my haunches with him standing back up
against a tree.  There wasn't a lot of foreplay....we both knew the real
reason we were hiking....and he didn't try to hold off.  He held my head
and fucked my mouth till he gave me his load, then he kept holding my head
till I swallowed it.  It was as good as the first time, and it was
plentiful. Still, it wasn't a "first time." There is only one first
time. We didn't turn around and leave afterwards like last time.  We hiked
on for a good ways.

He asked me if I'd told his dad anything.

I told him no.  In fact, I had not contacted his father.

I asked if he had told his Dad anything.

"No, I don't know if I will.  I may let you tell him after all.  It might
be easier for him that way."

I was happy to hear that because I was still wrestling with how to NOT tell
the man what all had happened, and now there was more to tell.

"You don't have anything to fear from your Dad," I told him.

"Well, it's sorta like, he didn't have the courage to tell me, and I don't
have the courage to tell him, and I think he might be embarrassed if I
did."

"So you think it just won't come out between you?  What're you going to do
if he asks you to come along to our next gathering?"

"Do you really think he would ask me?"

"I think it's likely, especially if neither of us tells him anything.  He
might see that as a way of bringing everything out in the open."

"Will you be there?" he asked.

"Yes, I plan to."

"Then maybe I will come if he asks me."

"Why don't you just tell him.  Or let me say something."

He thought about it for a moment.

"Okay, you tell him, that way he'll have to deal with it."

"Is that what you want, to force him to deal with it?"

"I want us off dead center. I want us to be able to eyeball each other with
the truth."

So I emailed Daniel and told him, "All is good," and that we should meet
for lunch at the same restaurant.

I could tell he was uneasy just by looking at him as he walked in the
door. He looked around till he saw me then went to the counter and ordered
then brought his coffee back to my booth.

"You said all was good," he said.  "I've been on pins and needles to know
what that means."

"Sorry, Jacob asked me not to say anything," I said.

"He never said anything either."

"I know.  I thought he might, but then he said I should tell you."

"So there is something good to tell me."

"There's a lot good to tell you."

"You did him!" he exclaimed in a whisper.

"Uhhh..... yeah," I said, looking all around to see who might be within
earshot.  Nobody had come to sit that far back in the restaurant.

"That's great!"

"I'm glad you think so.  Twice," I told him.

"That's even better!  Thank you!  Thank you!"

"Oh, don't thank me.  Trust me, the pleasure was all mine."

"So, tell me about it," he said excitedly.

I looked around again.  "I don't think we should.... not here.  Besides I
think he should be the one to tell you the details."

"Do you think he will?  I mean, talk about it?" he asked.

"I think he's anxious to, but he's reluctant because you never told him
about yourself."

"Did you tell him about me?  I wanted you to."

"Yes.  He knows all about our poker parties where we never play poker."

He heaved a big sigh, with a bigger smile.

"I think he's expecting you to ask him along to the next one," I said.

"Really!"

"He also asked me something else....if I thought you might try something
with him."

"Oh, really!  What'd you tell him?"

"I told him I was pretty sure you wanted to," I said. "But I couldn't speak
for your courage," I added.

"What do you think?  Should I ask him to come along?  I don't want to turn
him loose for all those vultures to devour him.  It might spook him."

"We can keep that from happening.  I can help keep an eye on him."

"Do you really think he would go?"  he asked.

"I know he's very curious, about a lot of things.  He's just not sure about
you.  You've got to find your courage, Daniel. The door's open, now it's up
to you to go through it, or invite him through it.  You have to talk to him
about all of this"

"Yeah, man, I gotta find my balls," Daniel declared.  "I am so nervous!"

We left it at that.  There is a "poker party" this weekend.  We will
see......


**07 (Jacob's third blowjob, at his house)

Turned out that Jacob was a lot friendlier than I expected, certainly so
soon in our relationship.

I was on my computer one morning before leaving for work, getting caught up
on some emails when his name popped up.  I opened it right away, and smiled
at the message.

"You said there are lots of guys out there eager to give me a blowjob, but
you're the only one I know."

I had to laugh as I emailed him back.  "Sounds like you're horny."

"I'm always horny. I don't know if I'll be able to get through school
without going to the restroom to jack off."

I emailed back, "Is your dad home?"

"He's gone to work.  I'm just getting ready to shower to get ready for
school."

Me: "You could jack off in the shower before you go to school."

"You said I wouldn't have to do that anymore."

Me: "Do you want me to come over?"

"Does a goat got an ass?  Use the back door, it'll be open."

I signed off and drove over to his house.  I went around back and let
myself in.  I could hear the shower still running and followed the sound.
I was going up the stairs when it shut off.  Jacob was in the bathroom with
a towel over his head, drying his hair.  His cock was standing out at an
upward angle, throbbing violently. I tapped on the open door so as not to
scare him.

"Damn, you weren't kidding about being horny," I said with a smile.

"We can't take long or I'll be late to school," he said.

"How long we take is up to you," I said as I took hold of his cock.

"God, I need this," he whispered as I went to my knees.

And so I gave Jacob his third blowjob. I held him with my hand between his
legs, clasped around his butt with my finger pressed along the crack.  He
was still wet and I used that to work my finger between his taut butt
muscles and find his hole.  I was happily surprised when he set his feet
wider apart to give me better access.  I still didn't finger him but he
sure liked me massaging his hole.  From the load he gave me, he was up for
it in a big way.  I learned later that he'd already jacked off in bed; I
didn't know how the hell he could work up such another big load so soon.


**08 (The Gathering, Nathan and I do Jacob)

Daniel found his balls!  He emailed me to say, simply, Jacob will be there.
I emailed him back and told him he'd better get the boy fitted with a
chastity belt.  He wrote back, "That would defeat the whole purpose."  He
sounded downright giddy.

I asked him if they had talked about everything.  No, they had not talked
about him, Daniel, being gay, nor about the three blowjobs I'd given Jacob.
I was disappointed and I wondered at that.  But maybe Daniel was using the
gathering to smooth the way for that conversation.

I arrived at the gathering early, on purpose; I wanted to see the reaction
when Daniel walked in with Jacob.  I didn't mention to any of the guys
about Jacob coming, or Daniel either for that matter.  I said I didn't know
if he was coming.  The garage door had been lifted though and a space left
open for the other guy, Don, who might bring Dylan, his so-called nephew.

Several of the guys had taken their lunch into the living room to watch
porn while they ate.  There were other guys in one of the bedrooms having
each other for lunch. Some of us were gathered around the butcher block. It
was one of the favorite spots in the house; the food was there, and the
beer, and that's where you got the first look at anyone arriving.  Big
Alex, our host, had thoughtfully "reserved" the small guestroom next to his
own bedroom for Daniel's son, if he came; I had clued him in about the boy.
He called it the boy's refuge.  He said he didn't want him to think he was
being thrown to the wolves.

There was more than the usual number of guys hanging out in the kitchen, in
anticipation of Daniel's arrival, hoping he would bring his son.  Alex had
suggested that we shouldn't all get naked and shock the boy so most of the
guys were partially dressed.  Even Ralph, the big guy, was wearing a
T-shirt and a tiny jockstrap.  It was probably an extra large size but it
looked tiny on him.  Ralph was a blimp, a huge, round man who hadn't seen
his cock in years.  He might have been repulsive but for his great
personality and his sense of humor.  And he gave great head.  He was always
on me to fuck him because he said I was the only one with a cock big enough
to reach his asshole.  I never have.  Someday maybe I will.

There was great excitement when Daniel's truck was heard pulling into the
drive and then into the garage.  Only it wasn't Daniel's truck.  There was
a big verbal letdown when this guy named Ray came in the back door.  He was
obviously taken aback, in a joking way, at the reception he got.  Ray was a
nice guy, physically and otherwise, but he wasn't Daniel.  Alex told him he
would have to move his truck; the garage space was reserved for someone
else.

"Well, sorry, I didn't get the memo," he joked, still not knowing why he
had to move his truck, or why he'd gotten the downer reception he did.

There was excited anticipation all over again when Daniel's truck did pull
in.  They came in the back door, Jacob lingering shyly to the side.  He saw
me and gave me a little grin and a wave.  Daniel dug out his money to put
in the kitty but Alex stopped him and told him he didn't have to pay since
he had brought a special guest.  I had already put the money in the basket
for them anyway, and told Alex.

Daniel said, "You haven't seen this boy eat," and put the money in anyway.

Daniel introduced Jacob to Alex and the others in the kitchen while Alex
got him a cold beer.  "Sorry I can't offer you a beer," he said to Jacob as
he handed him a Pepsi.

"That's okay, Pepsi's fine," Jacob said, rather shyly.  I could understand
his shyness.  How many boys his age are ever exposed to what he was
anticipating.... and he didn't know the half of it yet.

I was sure Jacob hadn't given a thought to "dressing for the occasion,"
he'd simply dressed probably like he was going to school, but he could not
have chosen a better outfit.  He was, without realizing it, a real
attention getter; sneakers, cargo shorts, loose-knit white T-shirt and a
baseball cap.  The knit T-shirt was loose enough that you could see his
tanned upper body through the weave.  And I had to smile that he had on a
short version of the ever popular cargo shorts; I had suggested that he try
a pair of the shorter ones and see how they showed off his thighs.

Alex introduced Jacob to the others as they wandered into the kitchen,
while he ushered him to the table where all the food was spread
out. Everyone went out of the way to make Jacob feel welcome (of course).
You could call it sucking up to him.  He didn't eat like his dad said he
would, probably because he was nervous.  He hung around the kitchen but
kept glancing around to the living room where several of the guys had gone;
probably thinking they didn't have much of a chance with the boy.  There
had been some pretty off color remarks thrown out, making it pretty obvious
to the boy what the group was all about.  Now there was some feeling up and
groping going on in the living room.  I should point out that at that point
I don't think anybody was naked, thanks to our host, Alex, although a lot
of guys were running around in shorts.  I knew shorts were going to start
disappearing real soon and young Jacob would just have to get used to it.

Daniel seemed to be worried himself, probably wondering if he'd made a
mistake bringing his teenage son into the lion's den.  He whispered to me
at one point that he wondered if they should leave.  I told him no, let
things warm up a bit.  I thought some of the guys were about as nervous
themselves.  They were being properly polite when they came into the
kitchen for something to eat or a beer, and making complimentary remarks
about what a good looking guy he was and the girls must be standing in line
to get at his body, stuff like that.  Later on, Daniel whispered to me,
"Why don't you take him back to the other bedroom, he's pretty nervous."
Alex had told Daniel privately that the small bedroom had been reserved for
them.

I said, "Maybe you should take him back there."

Daniel said, "I think that's what he's nervous about, being here with me."

"First, why don't you just ask him if he wants to leave after he's finished
eating his lunch," I said.

Daniel pulled him over and asked him.  Jacob replied, "No, I'm good.
Unless you do."

"No, we'll stay," Daniel said.  "But you tell me anytime you want to
leave."

That settled it; I would take him to the bedroom and suck his cock; that
would relax him a little.  Not finish him off necessarily, but I thought it
would put him at ease if he and I had sex with all those other guys on the
other side of the door wanting to get at him and knowing what we were
doing.  First I took it upon myself to get a beer out of the freezer and
give it to Jacob.  He glanced at his Dad but I told him it was okay.  He
took a sip.  "Damn, that is icy."  Then another sip.  I knew it was okay
with Daniel that I'd given him the beer.  When his beer was about half gone
I put my arm around his shoulder and told him to come with me.  I took him
to the bedroom and locked the doors.  They were French doors with sheer
curtains. The room itself was in a French theme with a four poster bed and
a ruffled bedspread and pillow cases.  The rest of the furniture was white
wicker; a dresser, two chairs and a couch.  The room itself looked out over
the lawn that sloped down to a sprawling orchard.  Jacob walked over to the
wide bay window and looked out.

"This room just doesn't match Alex's personality," I said.

"Yes, but it's nice.  It suddenly feels like a refuge," he said. He turned
and asked, "Do all of those guys want to have sex with me?"

"They're all drooling to have sex with you.  But you don't have to do
anything you don't want to do.  Except have sex with me, of course."

"Man, I sure wouldn't mind that.  I'm getting boned up just imaging what
might go on here.  But some of them don't act too interested," he said.

"That's only because they don't think they have a chance with you," I told
him. "Trust me; some of the stuff that goes on, you don't want to get
involved in."

"Weird stuff, huh?"  He was taking another drink of his beer.

"You would probably think so," I said.

He took a look at the beer bottle then finished it off.

"We can't be long, they'll be breaking the door down," I said.  He
laughed. I said, "Seriously, we should mingle a little.  You don't have to
be alone with anybody if you don't want to, but just to be polite."

"I'm ready for anything," he said, rubbing his hand over the front of his
shorts.  "I've got a nice buzz going."

"So you know what a buzz feels like," I remarked.

"Yeah, but don't tell my Dad."

"We can invite another guy in to join us, or two, if you want," I offered
as I started taking off my clothes.

"You mean several guys doing me at the same time?  That sounds like it
might be fun."  He peeled off his shirt.

I finished undressing under his discreetly watchful eye.  I knew he was
used to being naked with other guys--he was a jock--I didn't see brow
raising interest but he seemed curious about me. I realized then how odd it
was that he'd never seen me naked.  When I straightened from taking off my
briefs there was curiosity satisfied.

"Wow!  That's a big hunk of meat you're carrying around," he said.

"So are you," I said.  I was a little surprised, not that he noticed me but
that he made the remark.  Still, my cock is pretty hard to ignore.  "Do you
want me to leave the door open a crack?" I asked when I was naked.

He was hesitant. "But we won't know who might decide to come in," he said.

"I'll go get someone, then," I said.

He was still hesitant but I left the room, and caught Nathan's eye and
motioned to him.  Nathan was a college dropout, close to thirty but still
with that youthful, studly collegiate look. He had a good body and a cock
to match; and he gave great head. I was sure Jacob would like him.

"What's up?" Nathan asked.

"We want a three way," I said.

"Oh, fuck yeah!"

When we went back in the bedroom Jacob was sprawled across the bed, naked
and hard.  He'd even taken off his socks.

"Fuck!" Nathan exclaimed.  "That is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
in this bed."

I had to agree; he took my breath away.  Nathan went to the bed and put out
his hand.  "Hi, I'm Nathan, in case you didn't remember."  He started
taking off his clothes.

"I remember.  I'm Jacob."

"Everybody here knows who you are," Nathan said.

I went to my knees beside the bed like a grateful slave bowing before a
feast while Nathan stripped and climbed on the other side, kneeling at
Jacob's shoulder. I knelt there, licking Jacob's balls and watching Nathan
to see what he was going to do. He pushed his cock down to Jacob but he
turned his head away.  I motioned to Nathan, shaking my head. I should've
told him beforehand that Jacob wouldn't be doing anything.  Nathan nodded
and eased back. He stood down from the bed and leaned over Jacob and began
licking his chest and sucking on his tits.  Jacob moaned and I saw his
stomach muscles tighten and ripple.

The position was still a compromising one and pretty erotic, considering
the boy's lack of experience, not to mention the fact that he had a buzz
on.  I was sure Nathan's manhood must be pressed against the top of his
head.  I began giving Jacob some serious attention, starting with his balls
and working my way up the underside of his cock that was bobbing up and
down across his stomach.  As I was lashing my tongue back and forth over
the underside of the head he moaned and put his hand on my head.

"Fuck, you guys are going to make me cum in no time."

"Let's try to make it last, you stop us when necessary," I said as I pulled
his cock up to suck it.

Nathan and I shared his cock for a while then I let him have it and moved
back down between his legs to savor his balls. It was strange, I thought,
that Nathan let go of his cock and was moving his mouth and tongue back up
the boy's stomach.  A moment later when I looked up from down between his
legs I swear I saw Jacob's lips moving ever so slightly against Nathan's
chest above him.  I couldn't be sure but it gave me hope that he might warm
up a little bit to trying something himself.

I had the boy's legs resting on my shoulders and I eased them up till he
caught on and lifted them higher himself.  His awesome butt was at the edge
of the mattress and spread wide open.  I was drooling so bad I almost
choked on my spit.  We had never done this before. I leaned in and let some
of the spit run down into the crack then began licking it up. He groaned
louder and I felt the strong contractions in his ass. I licked up higher
along the miracle inch leading to his cock and felt the pulsations there
even harder.  My tongue at his ass and Nathan's working on his tits, we
must have got to him; he was suddenly cumming.  I rose up, grabbing his
cock to pull it up to my mouth to capture the next load that shot out. He
wrapped his legs around my back and he had his arms around Nathan's back
and shoulders, holding him tight, holding them tightly together. His hips
lurched and his cock belched out copious loads of rich, thick boy cream
that made my taste buds fairly dance.  Godd, he tasted so good!

When he began to come down, his arms and legs fell to the bed.  Nathan rose
up, laughing. "Holy Shit, the way that first couple of loads shot out he
must've drowned you."

I smiled around Jacob's cock as I milked him dry, then lifted my head.
"Damn near," I said, just before I leaned down to lick up the cum off his
stomach while Nathan was licking it off his lower chest.  That's when I saw
the streak of cum clinging to Nathan's hair.

"Good stuff," Nathan said, licking his lips.

I pointed out the cum in his hair and Nathan went in the bathroom to clean
it off.

Jacob lay there gasping for air.  I asked if he was okay.  Yeah.  Nathan
asked if he wanted a cold beer to cool down. Yeah, if his dad would let him
have another one.  I told Nathan to tell Daniel that the beer was for me.

I stood up between Jacob's legs that were hanging over the edge of the bed
and rubbed my hands up and down his muscular thighs.  "That's just a little
sample of what goes on here," I said.

"Whew, it was awesome, the two of you doubling up on me like that."

"Well, that wouldn't exactly be considered doubling up in certain gay
circles, but there is a lot more, all you want, all you can handle," I told
him.

"Man, I can't believe there's so much sex going on," he said.

"Aren't you glad your dad asked you along?"

"Yeah, and I'm glad I came.  I almost didn't."

"Can I ask you something, Jacob?"

"Anything."

"Has anything happened yet between you and your dad?"

"No."

"Do you want it to?"

He hesitated.  "I wouldn't mind I guess, if he wanted to."

"Oh, I'm sure he does," I said.

I took the beer that Nathan brought in and motioned him back out of the
room.  I gave the beer to Jacob.

"Listen, I'm going to send your dad in, okay?

"Okay."

"Why don't you let him find you in the shower."

"Alright."

"It'll be just you and your dad.  So you let him know," I said.  He looked
like he didn't understand.  "Just tell him you're glad he brought you," I
explained, and left it at that.

I found Daniel still in the kitchen leaned back against the butcher block
sipping a beer while one guy was sucking his cock, another slobbering over
his balls and yet another munching on his right nipple.  Daniel was always
kept pretty busy.  He seemed not much interested in what they were doing to
him, except for his hard cock throbbing.

He smiled when he saw me.  "Well, Nathan came out with a big smile on his
face," he said quietly.

"He had every reason to," I said.

"Said Jacob needed another beer to cool him off."

"I told him to tell you the beer was for me," I said.

"That wasn't necessary.  I know he drinks a little when he's with his
friends.  I just don't want him getting drunk."

"Jacob wants to talk to you," I said, nodding toward the bedroom.  He
suddenly had a terror stricken look but he was pushing the guys away.  They
groaned their disappointment.  He said, "Don't worry, Pete will take my
place," as he started back to the bedroom.

The three men pulled me to the butcher's block and leaned me back across
it, my feet still on the floor, and started doing to me what they had been
doing to Daniel.  The butcher block is not normally my domain.  It's
usually staked out by Rowdy, a tall, lean, youngish looking guy in his late
thirties with a big cock and a big mouth, and abs to die for.  It wasn't
his real name; he got the nickname because he was so loud, and someone said
he was built like the swimmer, Rowdy Gaines. And a guy we called Leach.
Leach was a predator; he wouldn't let the Rowdy out of his sight, and he
was downright protective if anyone else tried to horn in on what he deemed
his territory.  If someone else tried to get some of the big guy, he would
brush him away.  One time another guy knelt down to have a go at him and
when Leach brushed him away, the guy pushed him away hard and toppled him
over.  Leach was so surprised, then so mad and embarrassed that he left.
Everybody got a good laugh out of that. But Leach and Rowdy were absent for
some reason.


**09 (Jacob lets another guy suck him then His dad sucks him)

I was not in the room so I am not privy to what went on between Jacob and
his dad. All I know is that Daniel and Jacob came out of the bedroom
sometime later, all smile, and what they later told me.  They both told me
privately that they would tell me later.  Jacob was definitely more at ease
in the group of older men, and being naked now.  Why not, he had every
reason to be proud of his body.  He wandered into living room to check out
the porn being shown there and stood behind the couch with his loins
pressed against the back of the couch.  It didn't take long for one of the
guys sitting on the couch to lay his arm across the back and was soon
stroking the side of the boy's butt.  Jacob didn't seem to mind, but he
kept his eyes glued to the TV, acting as if nothing was happening.  Another
hand came up to caress the other side of his butt while the first hand
worked its way down the back of the couch to heft Jacob's cock and balls
up.  The guy turned around on the couch followed with his mouth, quickly,
before the other guy did, and began sucking Jacob's cock, letting the other
guy kiss and suck his balls.  His cock grew hard in no time and the two men
shared it.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Daniel, his father, was leaned back against the
butcher block again with two guys on their knees doing him and another guy
standing, sucking on his tits.  I noticed Daniel's head cocked to the side
and it dawned on me that Dad and Son were in full view of each other. I
leaned against the side of the butcher block, against Daniel, while another
guy sucked my cock. Suddenly Daniel shoved away from the butcher block and
brought one of the guys to his feet, turned him around and bent him over
the butcher block.

The guy groaned, "Oh, Godd, Yesss!" as Daniel felt his ass for lube.  It's
pretty standard procedure to be flushed and lubed up at all times just in
case, and this was no exception.  Daniel positioned himself and shoved in
and began fucking the guy; it was all rather unceremonious and a little
unlike Daniel.  I thought he might be doing it to prove something to his
son, to demonstrate to the boy about guys fucking guys.

I watched Jacob watching his father fucking the guy's ass.  He seemed to be
mesmerized by it.  The guy sucking me suddenly stood up and said to Jacob,
"If I bend down so I don't block your view......"  As he turned around and
bent over and backed up onto my cock.  This brought a tight grin to Jacob's
face.

One of the guys working on Jacob said, "Why don't you come around here on
this side of the couch so we can get to you," as he took the boy's hand and
led him around to the front of the couch.  The two men brought him down to
lie across their legs and one went down on him while the other sucked on
his tits and tried to kiss him, but Jacob kept turning his face away.

Jacob's feet were toward the kitchen and I could see between his legs that
the guy sucking him was also rubbing his fingers in his ass crack. I didn't
know if he was using any lube but he soon had Jacob squirming around on his
hand. (The guy fucking himself on my cock stayed hunkered over).  The guy
Daniel was fucking lost his load all down the side of the butcher block.
Daniel let him lay there for a moment then helped him straighten up and
another guy took his place to be fucked by Daniel. As I've said, Daniel is
very popular at these gatherings.

The two guys working on Jacob had him squirming and writhing on their laps
and groaning but he kept reaching down to grasp the one man's wrist, I
supposed to stop him from shoving a finger in his ass.  Moments later I
lost my concentration and blew a mighty load in somebody's ass and saw
Jacob raise his head to watch when he heard my noise.  I guess they had him
close too and watching me set him off `cause the next moment his hips were
lurching around and it was obvious that he was shooting another load in the
guy's mouth while guys on the other couch and in the chairs cheered him on.

Jacob seemed totally at ease now.  He was letting himself be guided around
the living room while every man sampled his cock and several urged him to
turn around so they could kiss and lick his ass.  After a while there were
calls for some dad and son action but I could tell instantly that neither
of them was going to go for it.  It was only a few minutes later that they
announced that they had to leave.  I'd had my share of fun and my mission
was accomplished, so I left too.  I still do not know at this point what
transpired between them in the bedroom.


**10 (Camping with Jacob; discovers his prostate)

Despite his love for the outdoors Jacob had never been camping except for
camping out overnight with friends in the back yard.  I had suggested to
Daniel, his dad, that the two of them go camping together and he was
considering it even though he is not a big fan of the outdoors.  It all
worked out differently though.  Daniel was called away on business and he
suggested that it would be good time for ME to take Jacob camping.  I
thought he sounded relieved; I thought he was somehow afraid of being alone
with his son like that. He even bought a two man tent for us to use. Jacob
was excited about camping but also I suspected about the probability of us
having sex again.  I was excited about that too.

It was just an overnight so we didn't bother with food that had to be
cooked. Instead we settled for some sandwiches from the deli, and snacks
and water. I also put four bottles of beer in the cooler.  Especially after
the gathering, we both knew that the camping trip would be all about the
sex, and I expected that it was also a chance to talk about what had
already transpired in that regard. I was especially anxious to talk about
him and his father.  I still did not know what'd gone on between them
behind the bedroom door at the gathering.

I took us to the park where I'd taken my college nephew where there were
places to camp that were true wilderness. I stopped off first at the family
camping area where there were facilities, like showers and flush
toilettes. I didn't need a shower but I did need to take care of something
else; I wanted to flush out, just in case. I'd brought two extras, hoping
Jacob might want to use one but I didn't want to cause any embarrassment by
asking him and he didn't mention anything about it.  Going into the men's
area we parted ways and I went into one of the booths. I left and returned
to my pickup, expecting to find Jacob waiting on me.  He wasn't.  It was
another couple of minutes before he came out of the rest room.

"Sorry I kept you waiting."

"No problem, we're not on any schedule this weekend."  But I wondered what
had taken him so long unless... Naw, couldn't be.

We climbed in and I drove all the way through to the edge of the wilderness
area.  There were new signs everywhere, NO FIRES.  After parking my pickup
in one of the most remote parking lots, we had to hike quite a ways up in
the hills to a suitable place.  By suitable, I mean away from civilization
and near the creek.  Except this time we were cautioned not start a fire.
So no "romantic" campfire.  The tent was ridiculously easy to set up and we
tossed our sleeping bags and packs in the tent.  It was late afternoon and
we were both very cognizant of the possibilities that loomed before us so
we didn't mess around finding nature trails.  There were no marked trails
that far up and we weren't interested in hiking anyway.  We went swimming
in the creek instead. There were NO SWIMMING signs posted but the park
ranger seldom came that far up.

This kid's body is a sight to behold. I mean, he's stuff to make you drool.
It's even better wet, and in motion in the water. There is something about
the way the light catches the musculature of a youth when he's
swimming. It's like the body is free to move in any and all directions it
pleases without any restrictions from its owner. I didn't say that very
good, but if you've ever seen a muscular young teenager swimming, you know
what I mean.  And a boy like him coming out of the water, the water
sheeting down his muscles, it's even more beautiful.

We played some grab ass in the water and Jacob demonstrated what a great
swimmer he is.  He goes through the water like a torpedo.  He challenged me
to a race, and won handily.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you let me win," he said.

I said, "Trust me, fucker, I did not let you win."

He laughed and said, "Well, there's something I can do better than you."

"There are a LOT of things you can do better than me.  And the things I do
better than you, I will teach you to do better than me."

We were in no hurry for sex.  It was a given and we had the entire evening
and the whole night.  We dried off going back to the tent.  Inside we
unrolled the sleeping bags and spread one on top of the other.  Jacob liked
that idea.  He got snacks out of his pack.... he was in charge of snacks, I
was in charge of the insulated pack carrying the drinks.... and we went
outside to watch the sun slowly descending toward the tree tops.

I was anxious to talk, and I brought up the gathering.  I was VERY curious
about what went on in the bedroom between him and his dad, if anything.
And I was sort of afraid it might have been nothing.

"I thought my dad would've told you," he said.

"No, he didn't.  I think he was saving it for you to tell me."

"Well, he sucked my cock."  It was a simple announcement that came out like
a bombshell and with a tight little smirkish smile on his face.

"Did he!"  I blurted.

"Why're you surprised?  That's what it was all about, wasn't it?  I mean,
me going to the gathering and getting me and dad together?"

"Yes, but I wasn't sure he would do anything.  He's seemed awfully
reluctant, except for his desire to have you know about him."

"Well, now I know, for damn certain," he said.

"So how'd it go?" I asked anxiously.

"Well, we talked for quite a while at first.  I could tell he was very
uneasy about bringing me in the first place, and he acted almost scared to
be alone in the bedroom with me."

"Understandably.  He was very nervous about your reaction to everything," I
said.

"Yeah, I could tell he was really relieved to know I was okay with him
being gay."

"How did that play out?  How did it come up?" I asked.

"He brought it up.  He came right out and asked me if I was okay with who
he was.  He started to say he would understand if.... but I cut him off and
told him I was okay with him, whoever he was, because the first and most
important thing was, he was my dad.  He sort of teared up at that.  He said
he could understand if I was disappointed, even angry, but he couldn't live
the lie anymore.  I got a little stern with him then and said, 'What part
of I'm okay, don't you understand?'  We had a little laugh over that."

"He apologized for the way he went about it, not having the courage to come
right out and tell me.  He was really nervous about you and me, if anything
happened when you took me hiking.  He seemed really happy when I told him
yes."

"Maybe I should apologize for agreeing to be the pawn in all of this, or
making you the pawn, however you look at it," I said.

"I didn't see it that way," he said.  "I saw it as your way of helping out
a friend.  Unorthodox as the whole thing was."  He laughed.  "I mean, how
many boys have their dads have a friend out him?"

"So, he sucked your cock."  I wanted to get back to it, some details.

"Yeah, it was kinda funny; he got real relaxed after we talked, then out of
the blue he puts a move on me."

"He had to have been nervous as hell," I said. "You gonna tell me about it?
Or is it something you want to keep between you and your dad?"

He laughed again. "I hardly think it qualifies as a big secret, considering
how closely you've been involved.  He put his hand on my stomach, sort of
in a way like he used to when I was a boy and had a stomach ache, only I
knew this was about another kind of ache.  He moved his hand all over my
upper body while he told me how proud he was of me, and how much he loved
me, and he hoped I would take it that way.... he meant what he was
doing.... while he moved his hand lower and closer and closer.  Then he
said he'd been wanting to do this for so long, to show me how much he loves
me, and that's when he took hold of my cock.  Then he moved down between my
legs and went down on me."

He paused and I had to kick start his narrative.  "And?  Well?"

"It was weird, but in an awesome way, watching my own dad giving me head.
I kept having to tell myself it was real, and thinking how many guys could
say they got a blowjob from their own dad.  Except it was more than
that. He wasn't just sucking my cock. He really was showing me how much he
loves me.  I think that's what made it so weird.  I wasn't grasping it
all--I mean, that's something it's hard to get your head wrapped
around--and I kept wondering, what about when I get ready to cum, what was
I supposed to do?  I couldn't imagine blowing my load in my dad's mouth,
but I wondered if he wanted me to."

"Did you?"

"Yes!  I didn't ask him and he didn't say anything.  It just happened.  He
even swallowed it.  That was the most awesome thing.  I was thinking, my
Dad's sperm created me and now he was swallowing the sperm he created. It
was like the most natural thing in the world."  He paused again but then
continued on his own.  "I didn't know what to do, what to say.  He held my
cock in his mouth for a long time and when he did let it go he was kissing
it and telling me again how he loves me.  It was so awesome; I even started
to tear up.  But now the other weird thing is, I keep wondering why I don't
feel like the pervert I'm supposed to be, or that I don't feel like he's a
pervert for doing me, cause this father-son incest thing is supposed to be
so wrong."

I smiled.  "Jacob, everything you just told me.... it's about the most
beautiful thing I ever heard."

"Well, it's how I feel, right or wrong."

"It can't be wrong if you or your dad don't think it is," I said. "What
about your own sexuality?" I asked.  "Has any of this cast any doubt on
that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your dad is gay."

"And I'm straight.  I still definitely like girls.  Always will, I'm sure
of that.  I wanta get married someday and have kids... give him grandkids."

"And what about a grandson, will he know about his grandfather?"

"That'll be up to my dad," he replied.

I wanted to hear more; like, what were things like at home, now that
everything was out in the open?  Had it happened again?  But he was on his
knees, hands on his hips, feeding me his cock in slow, steady motions,
giving me time on the withdrawal to slurp my tongue all around his cock
before he shoved back into my throat.  My right arm was between his legs,
my hand squeezing his tight butt while I rubbed my other hand across his
chest and down his awesome stomach.

Moaning softly he brushed one hand over my head as he fucked my face, and
murmured how good it felt.  He trailed his hand down my chest and brushed
the back of his hand against my cock that was stretched up over my stomach.

"I can't believe your cock," he said.

I smiled around his cock.  I was a little surprised to feel his hand around
it, half stroking it then as he lifted it straight, he said how heavy it
was.  He didn't exactly keep stroking me; he more just held onto my cock
and let me shove it through his fist as he was shoving his cock in my
mouth.  I urged his thrusts with my hand on his butt, my middle finger
wedged in the crack. Gradually I was able to touch his asshole which he
didn't seem to object to.  I began rubbing it and he moaned that he liked
that.

"Are you going to swallow?" he asked me.

I nodded.

"Okay, I'm about there," he said.

I nodded again.

He gave me a wonderful big, sweet load that I swirled around in my mouth
before I swallowed it.  He just knelt there, looking down at me, and said,
"I don't know why but that is so awesome, seeing you swallow my stuff."

He lay down beside me and we talked some more.  He was on his side, propped
up on one elbow.  He reached over and put his hand on my still hard cock.

"I shouldn't have left you like that," he said.

"It's okay."

"I still can't believe how big you are. It's bigger than any I've seen in
porn videos."  He gave it a cursory stroke then sat up, his legs crossed
Indian style.  "I have to confess, I almost went down on you," he said,
then quickly added, "Well not almost, but it entered my mind."

I smiled.  "Well, it's there any time you wanta try it," I said.  "But
don't do it out of a sense of obligation," I added sternly.

"It wouldn't have been."  Then he said, "That felt good, what you did with
your finger."

"I'm glad you liked it.  I can make it feel a lot better if you'll let me,"
I said.

"I had a feeling you would say that, but I don't know....."

"Those guys doing you on the couch... it looked like one of them was using
his finger," I said.

"He was just rubbing my asshole."

"Do you know about your prostate?" I asked.

"I know I've got one.  And that guys have `em and girls don't."

"That's more than most boys know," I said.

"What else should I know about it?" he asked.  "All I've ever heard is
about the dreaded prostate exam, and the thing becoming enlarged, and men
dreading getting cancer."

"That's sad.  It's a lot more than that," I said.

"So what else should I know?" he asked again.

"Well, I like to refer it as your love nut; the nerve center of your
sexuality.  It's also known as your G-spot. Comparable to a girl's clit."

"Oh, really.  But a girl's clit isn't inside her body."

I smiled.  "So are you going to tell me how you know that?"

"Learned it in sex ed.  Which makes me wonder why I never learned the good
stuff about my prostate."

I laughed.  "I don't think they want boys to know that."

"So tell me, like how it's the nerve center of my sexuality.  I thought my
cock held that honor."

"You know that awesome feeling you get when you're cumming, and building up
to it?  Not in your cock, but way inside you, like inside your ass."

"Yeah.  I never thought of it, but yeah, I know the feeling you're talking
about, like your insides are about to turn inside out."

"That's your prostate acting up."

"So I guess sex ed is a fraud.  They're supposedly teaching you about sex
but leave out the most important details."

"I can give it to you in a nutshell," I said. "Your prostate is a small
muscular gland approximately the size of a walnut located just inside your
asshole, easily accessible with a finger."

"So that's how you could make it feel a lot better," he said.

 "Yes, one of the ways.  The gland secretes much of the fluid that makes up
your semen.  Your prostate is "muscular" and when you cum, those muscles
help propel your cum through the seminal vein.  So I'm guessing they didn't
teach you that a good, healthy sex life is necessary for good prostate
health."

"No, they never mentioned it."

(I gave him my explanation, something like this):

"Basically, sex is a physical need, like sleeping or eating.  You know
about a woman's monthly cycle.  Well a lot of experts believe a man has a
sexual cycle too. Your body regularly produces a certain amount of sperm
and semen. Some men make a lot rather quickly. Some men take a lot longer
to make a full supply. But once your body has filled the tanks, so to
speak, the stuff needs to be released. That is when you get really "horny."
I'm sure you've had wet dreams, it's gonna be released one way or another
and if you don't take care of it, nature will.  Once you unload the tanks,
the cycle starts all over again. The length of the cycle depends on
genetics, age, what you eat, and your general health. You won't believe it
now but under-indulgence is one reason for prostate problems. This is
especially true when you get older. But you've got a long time before you
need to worry about that."

"For a healthy, horny teenager, the rule of thumb for having sex is one to
two times a day for teenage boys, because you've got great recuperation
powers, and the reason a lot of boys stay hard even after they've cum.  In
your twenties three to seven times a week is normal.  That decreases
slightly in your thirties to three to four times a week and so on."

"So, the good news is, you can jack off all you want, or get laid. Or leave
it up to nature and have wet dreams, or there's one other way... anal
penetration.  Notice I didn't say getting fucked, because that's just not
in some guys' nature.  With some practice you can use your finger, or some
other safe object.  They make a lot of sex toys for that purpose."

I had his attention; I went on.

"Prostate sex can be extremely intense! These are the orgasms that men say
"knock their socks off" or make them "explode" or "gasp for breath". They
can be powerful!!  They can make your cock hard as a rock. They can
scramble your brain."

"You said there was another way."

"Actually there is another, common in the gay community."

"A hard cock instead of sex toys," Jacob put in.

"You're catching on," I said laughing. "You need to understand that if and
when you ever experience anal sex by whatever means, that doesn't mean
you're bi, hetero, or gay.  Having sex with another guy does not mean you
have to identify as bisexual or gay. I think you've come to realize
that.... you said you still like girls."

"So here's how it works.  When your prostate is full of semen, or you get
aroused, the nerves in the gland become highly sensitized, that's when you
are "horny."  The more easily and quickly you replenish this semen, the
more often you become horny. And the more sexually attractive a girl, or a
guy, is to you. Combine sexual attraction with a prostate bursting with cum
and a man will do almost anything for release."

"I just learned more from you than I've ever learned in sex ed," he said.
"You oughta come to school and teach it."

He seemed to be still eyeing my cock. I was totally surprised when he said,
"Okay, I was thinking about this before you gave my sex ed lesson but
now.... well, you've got me curious, I gotta try this," and next thing I
knew my cock was enveloped in the wet heat of his virgin mouth.

I moaned loudly and grunted, "Ohh, My Godd!" as he licked all over the
head, getting the taste and feel of his first cock, exploring and maybe
deciding if he wanted to go for it.  When he did I closed my eyes and
groaned deep in my belly.  At the same time I urged him over me in a
sixty-nine.  He positioned himself quite naturally as he sucked my cock.
But it was only for a couple of glorious moments.

"Godd, this thing is big," he said as he stroked it a few times before he
went back down on me.  He gave it a few oral strokes then rose up again.
"I don't know if I wanta do this," he said as he unstraddled me,
straightened up to his knees again so I could still have his cock.

"You don't have to," I told him.  I thought maybe he did want to but was
afraid to admit it.  I patted my chest.  "Sit right here, let me do you."

He straddled my chest with his knees in my armpits and fucked my mouth
again.  That lasted a few minutes before he leaned over me and began doing
pushups over my face.  I knew he was using my mouth and throat as a pussy
in his own mind, but I didn't care.  He told me he wanted to cum and I
nodded my approval, thankful that I had mastered the art of deep throat.
His pace picked up as he slammed his loins down hard against my face,
smothering me at times.  He unloaded an impressive load in my throat and
enough in my mouth to white wash my tonsils and give me a taste of his
wonderful boy flavor.  I relished every drop.  He collapsed on my face for
a moment then rolled onto his side.

"Godd, that was good!  I don't know how you do that."

"You were doing pretty good yourself for a couple of minutes," I said.

"I mean the deep throat."

"Well, that takes some practice," I told him.  But he didn't bite.  "Can I
ask, has anything else happened between you and your dad after the
gathering?"

"Yes."  He smiled.  "I can't believe he's so shy about telling you after
everything's out in the open."

"Did you or he initiate it?" I asked.

"That'd be a tossup," he said, but he didn't offer any details so I didn't
press it.

I sucked him two more times during the night while massaging his hot
asshole. His only reciprocation was to stroke my cock and after he'd cum
the second time, he jacked me off.  I am sure there will be more to
come. Besides being a horny teenager, Jacob is very curious.


**11 (Jacob's ballgame then a cookout)

I was happily surprised to be invited to one of Jacob's ball games, and to
a cookout afterwards.  The boy had all the makings of an athlete, the way
he moved, and especially the way he wore his uniform.  I'm sure I wasn't
the only one with eyes glued to his tight, awesome butt when he walked up
to the plate.  And the bulge in front was a nice addition, although it was
caused somewhat by his cup. I had to smile inside, knowing that I had
intimate knowledge of what was inside that cup.

I wasn't the only guest at the cookout; there were several other players;
conveniently, no parents.  I was introduced as a friend of Daniel's. It was
fun to watch the boys off the field where they were so professional, and
now they were boys again, trying their best to be studly young men. We were
treated to one very Kodak moment when several of them casually reached down
inside their uniform pants and pulled out their cups and tossed them aside.
One of the boys took off his shirt and Jacob and another boy followed suit.
At one point they boys wandered back in the woods behind Daniel's house,
leaving Daniel and me to man the grill.

"Ever imagine what might be happening back there?" I asked.

"One can only hope," Daniel said.

"Do you think?"

"No, not for a minute.  Jacob would tell me," he said.

"Are any of them staying over?" I asked.

"Just you," he said.

"Oh, I didn't realize that. What if Jacob goes somewhere with his
teammates?"

"He won't.  He knows your being here is no coincidence."

"Has he told you anything about us?" I asked.

"Only in general terms," Daniel said. "I think he's still a little shy
about talking about it. I would like to remedy that; put him more at
ease. I'd like to get a three-way going sometime."

"I'm in.  Do you think he'll go for that? Do you think he's come that far?"

"I don't know; we'll see."

But we didn't.  Daniel was wrong about Jacob's priorities.  He invited two
of his teammates to stay over.  So I didn't stay. Very disappointing.  When
I spoke to Daniel a couple of days later, he voiced the same thoughts I
had; that maybe Jacob had invited the two boys, hoping that I would stay
over and maybe get something going.  I might have had he invited only one
boy, but I was leery about two, afraid one or the other of them wouldn't
want to go along with it and wouldn't keep his mouth shut

**12 (Jacob's intense orgasm)

When Daniel had to be out of town for two days to oversee the installation
of some machinery, he asked if I could look in on Jacob. He was sure the
boy could take care of himself but he would feel better if I checked in on
him.  I was more than happy to do it.... as `visions of sugar plums danced
in my head'.

The two days absence provided two nights absence as well; Daniel left on
Wednesday evening and would return on Friday.  I swung by the house on
Thursday morning as Jacob was getting ready for school.

"Just checking to see if you need anything," I greeted him when he came to
the door.  He was shirtless, in jeans.

"Dad told me you would be checking in on me," he said with a smile as he
motioned me in.

"I don't want to intrude," I said as he closed the door behind us.

"You're not intruding. I don't have a girl hidden upstairs.  Or a boy," he
said, laughing. "I was just getting ready to make breakfast, do you wanta
join me?  You won't be intruding," he added.

"Thanks, I'll help," I said.

We made breakfast together and chatted while we ate but there wasn't time
to really talk.  When we were finished eating I offered to clean up the
kitchen but he said he would take care of that after school.  As he was
pulling on a shirt he asked, "You wanta stay over tonight?"

"You won't have friends or teammates showing up?"

"If they do, hey, maybe you could teach them something," he joked.

As I was leaving he asked, "Listen, Pete, if I did have a guy over--it'd be
one particular guy--would you have a problem with that?"

"Not if he doesn't," I said.  "One of the guys who stayed over after the
cookout?"

"Yes, the tall, dark headed one. Name's Logan."

"I remember him. Nice," I said.

"Yeah, I was hoping you would stay over after the cookout."

"I was a little leery of two guys," I said.

"I was serious, Pete, about you maybe teaching Logan something. I think he
might be up for it, I'm just not sure and I don't know how to find out. I
thought you might be able to find out what's going on in his head. But I
would have to tell him about you for things to work out."

"What would you tell him?" I asked.

"I don't know, something like, `I've got this guy staying over that gives
the best blowjobs in town."

"Whatever works," I said.

"Serious? You wouldn't mind if I told him that?"

"If you're sure he can keep his mouth shut."

"Well, I hope I would have something on him."

I was on pins and needles all day.  The idea of having two horny young
jocks--one experienced and the other possibly eager to learn--really
excited me.  But when I showed up after work, Jacob told me Logan couldn't
make it, but he would be there the next night.  I was only a little
disappointed; I would still have Jacob all to myself in bed for the
night. I was already planning his ultimate orgasm. I didn't know if I could
build him to the point of losing his virginity but I would certainly plant
the seed and get him thinking.  There is NOTHING like a horny, curious
teenager.

We didn't waste time cooking; I had him hop in my truck and we went to a
fast food place.  With our orders, I led him to a booth in the back section
where we would have more privacy.

"I'm glad you're staying over," he told me.

"No more glad than I am.  Thanks for inviting me."

"Pete, do you think dad really went away on business or do you think he
just wanted to make time for us?"

"I don't know, but does it matter?"

"Not in the grand scheme of things," he said.

"What is the grand scheme of things?" I asked.

"I thought you would tell me," he said.

"Well, I intend to give you your ultimate orgasm," I said quietly.

"Godd, you make me shiver just saying that."

"I'm not going to show any mercy," I warned.

"You're talking about my love nut," he said in a whispered tone.

"Yes."

He laughed softly.  "It's hard to imagine that I would ever be having this
conversation."

We finished eating and went back to his house and showered.  It was early
but we were both anxious.  When he crawled in bed he moved right up against
me with a soft, contended moan.

"What was that about.... the moan?" I asked.

"This feels so good," he said, "our naked bodies writhing together."

"It's going to feel a whole lot better," I promised as I moved down in the
bed with a small packet of lube hidden in my hand.  I dove in his crotch
and went to work on him with my mouth.  There was no need for pretense and
I knew what he liked.  I alternated between sucking his cock and balls to
rimming him.  He let out a little gasp when I worked my fingertip through
his spit-slick hole and that turned into a soft moan as I shoved the finger
all the way in.  I purposely tried avoiding his prostate.  I wanted him to
beg for that. Between licks at his twitching asshole I tore the tab off the
lube with my teeth. I squeezed all of the lube into his asshole and worked
it around with the one finger.  When he was thoroughly slicked up I used a
second finger, then a third. The way he moaned and writhed around on my
fingers I knew he was trying to connect his love nut with my fingers.  But
he wasn't quite sure where his prostate was located.  I did know, but I let
him writhe around to make the connection.

"Oh, Keerist!" he gasped.

"That what you were looking for?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I didn't know what I was looking for but I'm glad I found it," he said,
sounding breathless as he squirmed his prostate against my fingers.  "Godd,
Pete, how can anything feel so good?"

"It's what God intended," I said.

"Then why the fuck are all the grownups trying to keep it such a big
secret?"

It was time.  He was heating up and I didn't want him to go off too soon;
not before I worked him to the brink a few times.  I put my fingers into
play.  His prostate was going crazy.  I could feel it palpitating and
practically dancing around in there. I probed and squeezed it. I punched
it. He was clawing the sheets and pulling the pillow over his face to
muffle his outcries.  He might've cried louder if he knew I had four
fingers inside his ass.

"Godd, Pete, you're driving me crazy!" he moaned.  "I mean it, Pete, I
think I'm gonna go nuts."

"I know you are.  I want you to," I said.

"Don't let me go off somewhere where I can't come back."

"I'll bring you back, I promise."

Suddenly he was gasping and choking on his moans and the only two words I
could make out were "Godd" and "cumming" said over and over again. His
asshole squeezed my fingers like a vise then relaxed.  His prostate flexed
like a bodybuilder's bicep as it began hurling his boy cum through the
seminal veins. Jacob held the pillow over his face.  I failed to count but
the contractions were hard and powerful, sending great ropes of cum
shooting out over the boy's body.  I heard several splats against the
headboard before the stuff began landing on him. As I'd promised, I showed
him no mercy.  I kept assaulting his prostate all the way through his
climax.  It was one of the most intense cums I'd ever seen, including my
own.  I didn't realize till toward the end of it that I had practically my
entire hand inside him. If I'd known I would've given him a sample of
fisting.  I refrained from going any deeper but I made a fist several
times, flexing my fingers inside him, before I slowly and carefully pulled
my hand back. Then I kissed all around his gaping asshole before shoving my
tongue in as far as it would reach.  He uttered a weak, muffled groan.

I reached up and pulled the pillow from his face. "You okay?"

"I c-can't....b-breathe!"

I went to the bathroom and got a cold washcloth.  I licked the fresh cum
off his forehead then applied the cold cloth.  "Try to relax," I said as
began rubbing his chest, using the warm cum as lotion.  "You'll be okay in
a couple of minutes."

"Godd, Pete, I thought I was gonna pass out."

I smiled.  "It was good, though, wasn't it?"

"They haven't invented the words to describe it," he said.  "You gotta show
my dad this."

"Your dad already knows it," I said.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Have you ever fucked my Dad?"

I answered him without hesitation.  "Yes."

"Does he get fucked a lot at those meetings you guys go to?"

"I wouldn't say a lot.  I'm not privy to everything that goes on, but from
what I've seen, your dad is mostly a top.  He's pretty popular in that he's
never wanting for somebody to suck his cock or guys turning their butts up
for him."

I was waiting for him to ask me if his dad ever fucked me but he didn't.


**13 (Jacob's Friend, Logan)

I was surprised, happily so, when Jacob emailed me that he'd spoken to his
teammate, Logan, about me.

He wrote; "Logan is bitching about his girlfriend is in her time of the
month and he's so horny.  I told him I had a solution for that.  I told him
I get blowjobs all the time from this guy who gives great head.  He
definitely wants to meet you. Will you still do that?"

I remembered Logan from the cookout.  He was hot!  Would I still do that??
I wrote back, "Name the time and place!!"

I was hesitant to go to the guy's house till Jacob explained that Logan
didn't really live in the house with his parents.  His parents were wealthy
and he stayed in the guest house which was a good distance from the main
house. Besides that, his parents were away on a cruise.  I knew from Jacob
that Logan lived on a farm--his father owned several farms--but he was no
ordinary farm boy and where he lived was no ordinary farm.  The place was
gated, with white board fences that ran for miles in every direction. I
knew Jacob was a good friend of Logan because he had the code to open the
gate.  I drove for about a mile to get to the guest house that was situated
on a bluff overlooking a small creek.  Jacob pointed out the main house
about a mile further, towering from the trees on an even larger bluff.  I
drove across the bridge and Jacob directed me into the open garage.

"Before we go in.... Logan only knows about me and you, he doesn't know
about my dad and me, so don't say anything."

In the kitchen Jacob called out for his buddy. "Hey, Logan, I told you, you
don't have to do that anymore!"

Seconds later, Logan appeared, in the sexiest shorts I'd ever seen. The way
he filled them out had a lot to do with it but they were sexy in their
design. They were white with a red and blue waist band and red and blue
bands high up on his thighs.  The pouch was framed with smaller red and
blue piping and topped off with a narrow blue stripe down the center.

He smacked Jacob on the shoulder and put out his hand to me. "Hi, you must
be Pete. I'm Logan."

"Yes, I remember you from the cookout," I said.

"Want a beer?"

"Whatever you're drinking," I said.

"Beer, then.  I'm not allowed to have the hard stuff in the house till I'm
in college."

When he went to the refrigerator to get us three beers he smacked his
flattened hand against Jacob's stomach. Jacob grabbed his arm and half
hidden behind the open refrigerator door it looked like he leaned in and
whispered something to him.  Logan smiled and nodded as he closed the door.
He handed me a beer. Just then a phone rang and Logan left the kitchen to
answer it.  I looked at Jacob with raised eyebrows and a nod of approval.
He laughed.

I remembered Logan from the cookout but he seemed taller up close and
personal.  Bigger overall.  Maybe because he was out of uniform, and the
very short boxer briefs presented him in an entirely different light.  He
looked more muscular, with wide shoulders and muscular arms, and a slab of
ridged muscle down his middle and a pair of thick, broad pecs above that.
Thick thighs sticking out of the no-leg shorts.  It was hard to keep my
eyes off his shorts, the way he filled them out, front and back.  I'd
gotten a good look at the back when he got our beers, and now the front.
The bulge was almost indecent and I could see the outline of his cockhead
through the material.  It made my mouth water.

"We don't have to hang around in the kitchen, let's go in here where it's
more comfortable," Logan said, waving us out of the kitchen.

In the living room, he waved me to a big chair and he took one end of the
couch, slouched down with one leg cocked up on the other knee.  Jacob sat
on the other end.

I wasn't quite sure how things were to go down but we started out with
casual conversation and Logan asked how I'd come to know Jacob.  I told him
I'd known his father for quite a while. I listened to the two boys exchange
stories about school and noticed Logan's hand drop to the front of his
shorts.  I could tell by the movement of his fingers that he was massaging
the bulge, and I wondered if he was getting a hardon.

Just then there was a gong-like sound and Logan got up to go peer out the
window; it was apparently an alarm that sounded when someone came through
the gate.  I noticed that the front of his shorts was bulging even more.

"Fuck, it's Keith," he swore.  Then turning back he said, "Keith's my
brother. I wasn't expecting him; apparently he's home from college."

The brothers embraced when Keith came in and I was introduced.  Logan
already knew him.

"Pete brought his truck out for me to look at; he wants to sell it," Logan
said.

"Nice looking truck," Keith said but by his expression I didn't think he
believed it, probably because his brother felt the need to explain my
presence.

I sat back down in my chair and the two younger boys resumed their places
on the couch.  We talked for a little bit about ordinary stuff, nothing
sexual, and I wondered if Keith's arrival would scuttle the intended
purpose for our little get-together.  It didn't; not by a long shot.  Keith
finished the beer he was drinking and held up the empty bottle.  Then he
looked at me and said, "Come give me a hand."

We went out to the garage where he had me help move a heavy workbench
aside.  Under it was a metal door in the floor.  He pulled it aside to
reveal a concrete pit that looked like it might have been made for a sump
pump. He reached down in a box and brought out a bottle of bourbon which he
handed to me.

"I was going to tell my brother about this when he goes off to college," he
said.

He replaced the cover and we pushed the workbench back into place.  He
smiled when I handed him the bottle.

"You don't think I bought that story about your truck," he said.

"I didn't think so.  But it wasn't my story," I said.

"So, have you been doing my brother?"

I was a little taken aback but I didn't show it.  "No, but that's what I'm
here for," I said boldly. "I've been doing Jacob for quite a while and he
asked if he could bring Logan in on it.  I told him yeah, if he was sure he
could trust him."

"You're in for a treat.  He's huge."  Then he groped himself lewdly and
asked, "You wanta practice on me?"

In reply, I brushed his hand aside and groped the front of his jeans. I
could feel he was going commando. He undid the buttons and I shoved his
jeans down.  His cock swung out in a majestic arch.  I took it in my hand
as I went down on my haunches and stroked it to hardness.  He was big which
made me wonder how big his brother was.

"Geezuss, if he's any bigger than this," I said as I stroked his hardon and
wet my lips. I guessed him to be a good eight inches.

"He's got me beat by an inch and a half."

"Shit, I can't wait," I said.

"Think you can deep throat me?" he asked.

"I'll do my best."

I started sucking him and he began thrusting his cock at me.  I could tell
he'd had some experience.  It wasn't about a blowjob. It was more ab out
laying the groundwork for what was to come.  He let me suck him for only a
few minutes before he pulled back and stuffed his hard cock in his shorts
and closed his fly around it.

"Come on," he said, grabbing up the bottle of bourbon, "let's see what we
can get started inside."

I followed him into the living room.

"Where'd you get that!" Logan exclaimed when he saw the bottle.

"Secret hiding place in the garage," Keith said as he opened the bottle and
handed it to me.  I took a healthy swig then he took one and then passed
the bottle around.

Keith was standing behind the couch.  He clasped his hands on his brother's
shoulders and said, "I think Pete wants to suck your cock, Little Bro."

"I thought he'd never ask," Logan joked with obvious relief that the cat
was out of the bag.  He got up and came over to stand in front of me.  His
shorts were bulging, not only with his cock that was protruding across to
his hip, but his balls.  I ran my hands up his muscular thighs and ran my
fingers up inside the legs of his shorts.

"Nice shorts," I said as I mauled the front of his shorts.

"Take `em off me and you can have them," he said as he pulled my head in to
press my face against his shorts.

I hooked my fingers in the waist band to pull them down.  His cock swung
out and smacked me in the face then lifted upward at a sharp, hard
angle. "Holy shit," I gasped as I took hold of it.  The other guys laughed
and Jacob let out a little gasp along with it.  Keith was right; I was in
for a real treat.  His "little" brother was big all right.  I guessed him
to be over nine inches.  Unbelievable for a kid that age.

"Can you deep throat him, Pete?" Jacob asked.

Logan laughed.  "If you can take all of me down to the hairs, I'll kiss
your bare ass."

"Ohhhh, you shouldn't have said that," Jacob and Keith moaned in unison.

I stroked down to the base and it stuck out of my fist well over four
inches.  The head swelled out like a squeeze ball and I could see precum
oozing up out of the wide slit. I leaned in to lick it off.  His hand was
still on the back of my head, exerting a little pressure.  He was anxious.
I opened my mouth wide but I can't say I took his cock, it was more like he
gave it to me, shoving it in my mouth till the head was pressing against my
throat. I clasped my hands on hips to keep him from impaling me on it.  I
would take him, to be sure, but in my own time. I started sucking him,
moving my mouth back and forth on the shaft--about half of it--and
slathering the head with my tongue.  I sucked him while the others watched,
squeezing his round tight butt at the same time, till his legs were
shaking.

I paused to ask, "You wanta take it to the couch?"

"Yeah, man, you got my legs shaking something awful."

My view had been blocked by Logan's body; now I saw Keith standing behind
the couch with his cock out but he had moved over more behind Jacob who was
sitting on couch.  Jacob was really mauling his own cock and I expected him
to have it out very soon.  Logan slouched down on the couch and I knelt
between his legs and resumed sucking his cock. I went down a little further
each time, forcing the head of his cock into my throat.  I purposely teased
him, making him think I was trying to take him all the way but couldn't.
After a few minutes I took the head of his cock again, then slowly went all
the way down, pressing my face into his pubes.

"Aww, fuuucckkkk!"  he cried, tossing his head back, thrusting his loins
harder against my face.

I held him there for a moment then let him fuck my throat. He went deep and
he was rough but I held on as long as I could before I had to come up for
air.  I took a breath of air then went down on him again, all the way.  He
cried out again.  Jacob whispered, "ohh, fuck!"  I rose back up, setting
back on my haunches, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. There was
silence, as if they couldn't believe I did it.  Then Keith spoke.

"You know what that means, Little Brother."

"Yeah, you gotta kiss his ass," Jacob put in.

"Okay, but he's gotta get me off first," Logan said.  "Nice and slow and
easy.  I want a lot more of that."

"No, if you get off, then you won't be in the mood to kiss his ass," Keith
said.  "You gotta do it before he gets you off."  Then he came around the
couch and took hold of my arm to bring me to my feet.  "Come on, Pete,
let's get you into position for him."  He guided me down on the floor and
straddled me and pulled my legs up to bend me in half with my butt spread
wide open and facing Logan.

"No, no, I agreed to kiss his butt, not his asshole," Logan said.

"Then get down here and kiss both sides of his butt," Keith said.

I knew what Keith was going to do.  When Logan leaned over to plant the
kisses his brother grabbed his head and smashed his face in my ass; I could
feel his mouth against my asshole.

"Use some tongue," Keith chided him.

I didn't feel his tongue but I could feel his lips moving and that sure
felt good.  But that was from him yelling and trying to get out of his
brother's grip.  Finally, Keith let him go and he reared back up on the
couch.

"Motherfuck, I never agreed to do that!" Logan growled.

Keith was laughing.  Jacob was trying not to because he knew his friend was
mad.  I got back on my knees to resume sucking his cock and try to calm him
down.  I motioned to Jacob.

"Hey, Jacob, why don't you lose the shorts and you and Logan stretch out on
the couch butt to butt, I can do both of you."

It didn't get long for them to get in position and I noticed as they
squirmed their butts together and their legs entwined, Logan's cock got
real hard again.  Jacob's cock was already quivering.  I wrapped my hand
around both cocks and took them in my mouth as far as I could.  They both
bolted and quivered in my mouth.  I wasn't sure if that was from my tongue
work or because their cocks were rubbing together.

Jacob got real excited real fast.  He went off first.

"Ohhh, fuck, man, I can feel you cumming!" Logan exclaimed as the boy began
spurting hot cum and bathing both of their cocks in it.

With Jacob satisfied, I concentrated on Logan, his cock and his balls.  He
had nice big balls too, and he loved me working on them.

Keith went over and pulled Jacob up off the couch and took his place, butt
to butt with his younger brother.  Logan looked surprised when his brother
was getting in place. I started sucking them both.  Surprisingly, Logan
outlasted his brother.  Keith shot a pretty big load and I had to slow down
sucking in order to swallow it.  That surprised them for some reason, even
after I'd just swallowed Jacob's load.

Now I was back to Logan.  I was surprised that he was so long winded, being
a teenager.  I could tell he wanted to cum, he was working it hard but he
couldn't make it.

"I'll bet if you used your finger on him, you could get him off," Jacob
said.

I wasn't sure Logan knew what Jacob was talking about but Keith did.
Suddenly there was a tube of lube in front of my face, in Keith's hand.  I
let him squeeze some on my fingers and put my hand between Logan's legs, at
the same time Keith pulled his right leg up over the back of the couch.

"No, man, don't," Logan groaned, grabbing my wrist.

But Keith grabbed his wrist and wrenched it a way.  "Let him do it," he
said.  "It's not gonna hurt.  Just concentrate on cumming, and hold on to
the top of your head."

Logan kept protesting but Keith and I persisted, along with Jacob offering
encouragement.  Knowing how badly the boy wanted to cum, I quickly found
his prostate.  I thought he was going to leap off the couch when I touched
it. He stopped protesting.  Working his prostate and sucking his cock, I
got him off in less than a minute.  He choked down a loud groan and arched
his body up off the couch and seconds later he was unloading in my mouth.
He fairly exploded, sending great torrents of cum blasting against the roof
of my mouth.  He quickly filled my mouth and I had to swallow.  His body
lurched terribly with each jolt of cum but I managed to hold on.  It was a
phenomenal cum, especially for a boy his age, and fuck, it tasted so good.
I stayed on him, sucking, licking, swallowing, and in the end taking him in
my throat, till he was lurching from over sensitivity and begged me to
stop.

It took us a few minutes and more cold beers all around for us to cool
down.  I didn't know how the fuck I kept from cumming.  I left with Keith's
phone number and email address and an invitation to visit him at college.

Driving back, Jacob said his head was still spinning from the experience.

"I couldn't believe it when I saw Logan's cock," he said.  "I've never seen
him with a hardon, I had no idea he was so big."

"He was a challenge," I agreed.

"I asked you, Pete, if you'd ever fucked my dad, but I didn't ask if he's
ever fucked you," he said.

"He has," I said.

"I wondered. I thought when Keith had you turned upside down for Logan to
kiss your ass, that you might get fucked," Jacob said.

"I wouldn't have fought anybody off," I said.

"Does that mean I could fuck you sometime?" he asked.

"Anytime you want," I replied.

"Oh, man, this just keeps getting better and better all the time."  He was
quiet for a mile or two, then spoke again.  "I thought something else, too,
back there," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"When you were doing Logan, Keith moved over and stood behind my end of the
couch.  He had his cock laying over the back of the couch.  I could feel
the heat of it and I almost turned around and took it."

"Why didn't you, if you felt the urge?"

"And something else.  When I was watching you suck Logan, and how you were
taking him all the way down to the hair, I was sorely tempted to nudge you
out of the way and go down him."

"I wish you had, Jacob.  I really wish you'd taken the plunge."

"Well, it's coming, I know that now," he said.


**14 (The Gathering: Three-way with Jacob & his dad)

I was expecting Jacob's email after our time at Logan's place. It was a
long one.  I was learning that he was more inclined to say more in an email
than if we were talking face to face.  There were times when he seemed
unable to organize his thoughts in my presence and it made him almost
tongue tied.  But in the email he went on about the exciting time with
Logan and his older brother, and what a surprise it was to see how big
Logan's cock was.  And he reiterated how he had almost weakened and took
hold of Keith's cock but he was afraid to expose himself to his friend,
Logan. He said he wanted us to get together again as soon as we could; just
him and me. That occasion presented itself sooner than I expected.

When I met Daniel for lunch at our usual place a couple of days later, I
was in one of the back booths and I noticed a different bounce in his step
as he came back.  He smiled as he slid in across from me; a smile that he
seemed to be trying to hold back.

"Jacob told me about you guys at Logan's place," he said.

"I'm glad he feels free to talk about stuff," I said.

"Did he tell you the news about us?"

"He might have, but I don't know specifically what you're referring to."

He leaned across the table and said, "He fucked me!"

"Yes, he did tell me that. Congratulations. He was pretty excited about it.
I can't wait to hear all about it from you."

"There's more than that one time to tell about," he said.  "Truth is, we're
pretty much sharing the same bed now."

"He didn't tell me that. That IS good news. I'm jealous, though.  I thought
I would be his first."

"It's just a gut feeling--can't put my finger on it--but I think he might
be mulling it over.  I think he would like to see what it's like himself."

"Strange, I've had that same feeling," I said. "Let me know how that works
out, will you?"

"And you'll let me know," he said.

I laughed, shaking my head.  "No, it won't be me his first time. That's
something that has to be between you and him."

"I hope you're right, but it won't bother me if it's you.  I know he likes
you a lot."

"I'm happy just to be included; I'll gladly take second place to everything
you guys do."

"You've already been first in so many things."

"Those were just warm-ups," I joked.  Then I reminded him of the upcoming
gathering at Alex's place.

"We'll be there.  Will you?"

"Absolutely.  So you're bringing Jacob again."

In an email, Jacob asked me if I thought it would be okay to invite Logan
to the gathering. I told him no, flat out.

When I arrived a bit early I was surprised to find several guys already
there.  Our old host never liked guys arriving much before eleven but Alex,
our new farmer-host said he didn't care if you got there in time for
breakfast.  I'd talked to Daniel again and he said that he and Jacob were
definitely coming but I didn't see his truck. The minute I walked in the
kitchen everybody wanted to know if they would be there.

"As far as I know," I said.

There were four of the regulars there. Ralph, the huge, jovial guy and his
buddy, Frank, were in the living room watching porn.  (I never remember all
of their names, and there are usually a couple of new guys, but these are
the ones I remember for the sake of this narrative).  Ralph and Frank still
had their clothes on.  I went on in to greet them, shake hands.  I didn't
have sex with either of them often but they were friendly guys and I liked
them, and we did always manage to hook up for a few minutes for them to
suck my cock for a little bit.  Usually they both sat on the same couch and
sucked whatever cocks were offered to them. They made me promise that they
would get a chance at my cock before I left.

I went back into the kitchen where Rowdy was at his post, leaning back
against the counter drinking a beer and the guy we called the Leach, who
was always all over the guy from the moment the guy walked in.

At the moment he had the Rowdy's shirt off and was sucking his tits and
mauling the front of his jeans.  About that time Daniel arrived with Jacob.
It was funny to see Leach's expression when he saw the teenage stud walk in
with his father.  I half expected him to abandon Rowdy and go over to
Jacob.  But greedy as he was, I guess he thought a big cock in the hand was
better than.....for he went to his knees and began sucking him.

I went over to greet Daniel and Jacob, giving the boy a hard hug, and said
quietly, "You might want to steer clear of the guy on his knees," as I
nodded to Leach.  "We call him the Leach, if he gets hold of you he won't
let go."  Jacob laughed and said okay.

Everyone greeted Daniel and Jacob warmly, of course, and several guys
immediately tried to warm up to Jacob.  He was polite but remained shyly
aloof, which was something he could get by with as a teenager without being
rude.  I immediately got two beers out of the fridge for them.  Jacob
looked at his dad and got his nod before he took one.

I told Jacob, "Listen, you would be doing a huge favor if you let the big
guy on the couch get his hands on you, just for a few minutes.  His name is
Ralph. He's a great guy and he does give great head."  He laughed and said
he would.  I also told him, "But be careful who else you go off alone
with."

"How will I know?"

"I'll keep an eye out.  If someone approaches you who you think you'd like
to hook up with, look at me and I'll give you a nod.  Or not."

By that time most of the regular guys were there, the living room was
filling up with guys who were shedding their clothes to settle in and watch
porn. I saw two guys head off to Alex's bedroom and another guy
followed. They didn't bother shutting the door.  A few more guys arrived
and shortly after, two of them headed upstairs to one of the other
bedrooms.

Then Don arrived with his so-called nephew, Dylan.  Everyone knew Dylan was
a neighbor kid the guy was doing but we all went along with the story.  It
was funny to see Dylan's reaction when he saw Jacob, and Jacob's reaction
in return.  Dylan was smaller in stature than Jacob but he was bolder, no
doubt emboldened by his experience with the older guys.  He went right over
to Jacob and started talking to him.  It was fun to watch them. I saw him
take hold of Jacob's muscular arm and he said something, then he patted
Jacob's hard stomach.  They talked for a few minutes getting acquainted
then I saw Dylan nod towards the other bedroom next to Alex's and the next
thing, they were headed off together.  They closed the French doors.
Daniel noticed all of this, too, and he was smiling.

I was not privilege to what went on in the bedroom, and neither was anyone
else; a couple of guys tried the door but it was locked.  I learned later
what went on behind the locked door when Jacob told me about it.

In the living room Daniel was standing behind the couch while another guy
knelt on the couch, facing him, sucking his cock, and a guy was standing
behind the guy on the couch, fucking his ass.  Another guy was knelt down
behind Daniel, rimming him.  I went in to see where I might fit in.  I was
quickly welcomed with an arm around my waist, pulling me in front of the
couch where two guys shared my cock.

It was over an hour before Jacob and Dylan came out of the bedroom, smiling
and laughing.

There was a break in the action for lunch.  For most of us, that is.  When
young Dylan got his lunch and sat down at the end of the table, two guys
crawled under the table to suck his cock while he ate.  I ate with Daniel
and Jacob off in a corner of the library.  I didn't ask Jacob about Dylan,
even though I was dying to know.  I was sure he would tell me later.  I had
overheard Ralph say that he was praying the new boy would give him a chance
at him.  Jacob took his cue and proved himself to be a class act.

After he'd eaten he took his plate and glass to the kitchen then went over
to the couch where Ralph and Frank were sitting.  He walked right up and
introduced himself.

"I don't think we met the last time I was here. I'm Jacob," he said,
putting out his hand.

"Jacob, it's great to meet you, I'm Ralph.  Sometimes they call me Big
Ralph, although I can't imagine why," he said, laughing.

"Mind if I stand here and talk for a minute while you eat?  If it wouldn't
bother you."

"Would it bother you if I ate you?" Ralph joked, handing his plate to his
Frank. He put his hands on Jacob's hips.

"I wouldn't mind for a little bit," Jacob said.

When he saw that Jacob wasn't going to resist he pressed his face into his
stomach.  "Godd, you are one fine looking hunk of man," murmured.

I saw Jacob's shorts being pulled down off his butt and he laid his head
back in a pleasurable stance as Ralph began sucking his cock.  The "little
bit" lasted about twenty minutes.

I was helping Alex clean up in the kitchen after lunch when I heard
somebody mention Daniel and Jacob in the same breath but I didn't make out
what they said.

"Do you think they will?" Alex asked.

"Will what?"

"Have sex together in front of everybody."

I didn't reply.  I wasn't sure myself.  The suggestion sparked a lot of
interest; there was soon a chant from the library for the dad and son to
perform.  I knew Daniel was in a feel good state from drinking several
beers and Jacob had told me he had a good buzz on.  After a couple of
minutes I left the kitchen to go to the library.  Alex followed me. Passing
by the couch in the living room, I noticed that all three cushions were
missing.  Nearly everyone had gathered in the library so we could only
stand in the doorway.  Daniel was sitting in one of the big chairs,
watching a porn video, with Jacob sitting on the floor in front of him. I
noticed the boy didn't get too far away from his dad. The three sofa
cushions were spread out on the floor.  As the chant continued, I saw how
Jacob turned his head to look up at his dad.  Daniel hesitated for a moment
then ruffled Jacob's hair. I was somewhat surprised at what he said.

"If you're willing, I am," he told Jacob.

Everyone yelled, "Yessss!" as Jacob got to his feet.  He took his dad's
hand and pulled him to his feet.

I was very curious to see what they would do, and who would lead the
way. Probably Jacob, from the way he pulled his dad to his feet. But when
they stepped on the cushion Daniel pulled Jacob into his arms and began
kissing the side of his neck. Jacob pressed his body against his dad, then
eased back and lowered his head to suckle his dad's right nipple.  That
elicited a soft, surprised moan from Daniel.

"Oh, Godd, this is going to be so hot!" someone said.

Young Jacob moved across to Daniel's other tit then moved back to the
center and kissed his way down between his dad's thick pec muscles. I
thought he might actually being headed down but he dragged his tongue back
up and kissed his dad's neck.  I could see Daniel getting hard; Jacob was
already bone hard inside his shorts. Daniel returned the favor and suckled
his son's nipples and when he kissed downward between his chest muscles, he
didn't stop.  He went slowly to his knees as he kissed down the boy's solid
stomach and when he got to the waistband of his shorts he tugged on it with
his teeth.  But he didn't pull it down.  Instead he put his open mouth
around the bulge and began mauling it, wetting the material with his spit.
Jacob responded with his hands around his dad's head and grinding his
shorts in his dad's face.

There was a soft gasp and then silence as Daniel slowly pulled the shorts
down off the boy's lean hips and his tight butt.  Jacob's cock sprung free
and smacked him in the face, bringing soft laughter and applause from the
onlookers.

"Ohh, Godd, I don't think I can stand it," someone whispered loudly when
Daniel took his son's cock in his mouth.

It was amusing to see Leach's reaction to the father and son duo.  He
looked miffed; probably green with envy that he wasn't in on it.  And on
top of that his Rowdy was standing in the doorway, not paying any attention
to him. There were hard cocks all around, and guys stroking each other.  I
was no exception, and the guys on each side of me were stroking my
cock. This went on for several minutes before I broke loose and stood up
and went to the middle of the room with Daniel and Jacob.  I dropped to my
knees behind Jacob, squeezing and kissing his butt muscles, then I pulled
them apart and buried my face. He let out a muffled groan. I turned him
around so Daniel could eat his ass while I took a turn at his cock. Then
Daniel turned him back around.

Someone asked, "Daniel, does your boy ever get to fuck you?"

I decided I should get out of the picture and I moved back to the
couch. Like I said, I wasn't sure how far they would take it, and I waited
anxiously for Daniel's response.  He couldn't answer with his mouth full of
cock but after a few strokes he looked up at Jacob with a wistful look, and
his reply was barely audible.

"Do you want to?"

I couldn't hear Jacob's answer but whatever he said, it was an agreeable
reply.  Daniel leaned back and stretched out on the cushions on his back
with his knees cocked up.  Someone stepped forward with a condom and a
large bottle of lube.  Jacob laid the condom aside and opened the lube.  He
seemed unusually calm as he applied a goodly amount to his cock then
squeezed some into his dad's upturned ass crack.

"My God, he's going to do it!  He's going to fuck his dad!" someone
whispered.

Daniel pulled his thighs against his chest to position his butt for Jacob
and the boy took up his position on his knees, pushing his cock down to aim
it at the man's hole.  He rose up on one knee to get better leverage and
set the head in the well lubed pit and worked the stuff around. I saw his
butt muscles clench as he pushed and Daniel heaved a soft swoosh of air
when the head penetrated him.  Jacob didn't wait; he shoved right in, all
the way, arching up over his father to bury his cock tight and deep.
Daniel laid his head back with his eyes closed.

"Ohhhhhh, Son!" he moaned softly as Jacob began to fuck him.

It was an awesome sight and the room was mesmerized at the beauty of it.
And rightfully so.  The young teenager had moves that I never imagined a
boy his age would have.  But then they had done this before; how many times
I did not know.  It grew warm in the room and someone turned on the
overhead fan.

"I'm surprised you're not in on this, Pete," someone said.  "After all, you
brought them together, didn't you?"

Jacob heard him.  He looked around and nodded for me to come join them.

"I was wondering that same thing myself," I said as I got up and went back
to the center of the room.  Daniel, lying on the cushions, put out his arm
and I went over and stood astraddle his head. He reached both arms up and
told me to bring my ass down to him.  I squatted over his face and he
started rimming me.  These guys had seen Daniel and I have sex before but
not with his son in on it.  I was surprised when Jacob reached out and took
hold of my cock that was sticking out over his dad's chest. He didn't do
much with it--stroked it a few times--but it was a nice welcoming gesture.

After a few minutes of loud, wet-sounding rimming I rose up and turned
around to feed Daniel my cock.  There were gasps and groans and light
applause when he took it all the way to my balls.  That wasn't a first
either but it always brought that reaction when someone took all of my
cock.  I fucked his face while his son fucked his ass, and concentrated on
holding off.  This was something I'd dreamed about, having a three way with
Daniel and Jacob; it was really turning me on.  Having such an appreciative
audience only added to the excitement.

Remembering Jacob and Dylan going into the bedroom together behind a locked
door, and how they looked when they came out, I decided to see if I could
take it to another level with Jacob.  I got to my feet and stood astraddle
Daniel, facing Jacob.  My cock stood straight out, bobbing up and down a
mere two or three inches from his face.  It didn't surprise me when he took
hold of it but I waited to see if he would do anything else.  He looked up
at me as he stroked my cock.  I couldn't read his expression. I gave him a
tight smile. I didn't know what he might take from it; maybe approval,
maybe a go-ahead signal.

After a couple of minutes I saw him wet his lips.  I wasn't sure if he even
knew he'd done it.  I clenched my butt which pushed my cock a little
closer, thinking maybe that would encourage him.  Maybe he didn't need any
encouragement from me, maybe he'd already found his courage and made up his
mind.  Either way, I was almost trembling from excitement as I stood there
and watched his mouth open.  He was going to do it!! His tongue came out
first to lick the precum off the head of my cock then his lips folded
around it.  I moaned, as much from surprise as from the feel of his warm,
youthful mouth on my cock.  I nudged forward a little bit and that seemed
to kick start the action; he started sucking me.

I was already thinking ahead, to when and how this would end.  The way he
was moving, rocking his hips back and forth, he would surely get his dad
off, and himself.  If I gauged it right he would get me off too, but I was
thinking I didn't want to come in his mouth.  This was the first time he'd
sucked me and I didn't want to ruin it by choking him a huge load of cum,
or even making him sick.  I didn't want to embarrass him in front of these
guys. There were calls from the sidelines for him to him to swallow my cock
like his dad did but I resisted that.  I kept my hands loosely on his face
and gently fucked his mouth without pressing too hard against his throat,
and he didn't try to take it any deeper. I was trying to let him know that
he didn't have to.

We put on a pretty good show.  Jacob was stupendous in his final moments,
slamming his cock into his dad's already brutalized ass like a stallion
servicing a mare.  He got his dad off, big time.  Daniel went into
convulsions as he shot his load all over himself.  I could tell Jacob was
working it up too, by the way he was sucking my cock.  That kicked it up a
couple of notches for me.  At the crucial moment I warned Jacob that I was
getting close.  He looked up at me, cute as hell with those innocent eyes
and his face so distorted around my cock and I thought he might be telling
me he wanted to take my load.  I considered it for about nine seconds but
decided against it.  At the next crucial moment, when Jacob was unloading
in his dad's ass, I eased back from his face and my cock pulled out of his
mouth with a loud slurping noise.  He didn't try to recapture it.  Instead
I fucked through his double fists around my cock and pressed down on his
hands to aim at his chest.  A moment later I was white washing his smooth,
muscular chest and neck with my load.

The guys went wild.  They always seemed to take it as a great treat to see
me come, and this must have been doubly so, to watch me shoot all over this
hot teenager.

When I'd finished unloading I stumbled aside and someone moved in to steady
Jacob on his feet when he stood up, and to pull Daniel to his feet.

"God, you are a mess," the guy laughed.  "Come on, let's get you in the
shower."

Jacob let the man take him into the bathroom where we heard the shower
running, behind the closed door.  When they came out I couldn't be sure if
anything had happened between them but it seemed like a long shower.  Jacob
retrieved his shorts and put them then asked if he could have some cold
water and Alex took him in the kitchen.  I could hear them talking but
couldn't catch what they were saying. There was some quiet laughter then
they came out of the kitchen, Jacob in tow in one of Alex's huge arms, and
headed for Alex's bedroom.  It would be a first for both of them and I was
glad to see it.

There was a steady stream of guys coming and going up to the upstairs
bedrooms as well as sex going on in the library.  Daniel and I parked in
the library, side by side on one of the couches, to join some others in
watching a porn video.  Daniel remarked that when Jacob came out, they
would probably leave.  I asked him if Jacob could ride back with me; I
would drop him off.  He readily agreed.


**15 (The ride back)

As we were pulling out I got right to it and asked Jacob what'd happened in
the bedroom with Dylan behind the locked door.

A tight grin came across his face and he said, "Well, we sixty-nined."

"Whoa!  Congratulations!" I said, and we high-fived.

"It wasn't something I planned to do.  But when we went into the bedroom,
Dylan was all over me. He had my clothes off of me almost before I knew it,
and had me laid across the bed and he was sucking my cock like crazy.  He
is one hot fucker, and he loves guy sex.  He said it, and he showed me.
All of a sudden he moved around on the bed and straddled my head and there
was his cock bobbing up and down over my face and I just took it.  Without
even thinking, I pulled it down and he shoved in my open mouth and right
into my throat.  I wasn't ready for that and I started choking.  I shoved
him up and told him it was the first time for me.  He apologized and just
let me suck him.

"Did you take his load?" I asked.

"I tried to," he said with a sheepish grin.  "I wasn't ready for that
either and he didn't warn me or anything.  I was thinking how I was going
to tell him to warn me and pull out when suddenly he was shooting in my
mouth.  I thought what the fuck and tried to take it but he shot off quite
a bit and I panicked. I shoved him up again and he finished cumming all
over my face and chest."

"What you got of it, how'd you like it?" I asked.

"It was okay. I think I could've taken him all the way off but I
panicked. I'm sorry, Pete, I know it should've been you that I sucked off
my first time but things got out of hand between me and Dylan and it just
happened."

"Hey, don't apologize," I told him.  "It's better it was with Dylan,
somebody your own age. I'm happy for you.  Besides, you got around to me,"
I chided him, squeezing his thigh.

"I wasn't sure I would do it again, but then when I was fucking my dad and
you stood there in front of me with your big cock in my face, I figured,
fuck, I already did it with Dylan, so what the fuck.  Oh, Dylan let me fuck
him, too."

"Wow!  I never knew Dylan to get fucked at any of the gatherings."

"He didn't; he said he was a virgin.  But he wanted to try it and see what
it was like so he would know if he wanted to let some of those men fuck
him.  He said several of them have offered him money to fuck him.  We
didn't really fuck, like all the way, but I fucked him long enough so he
would know how it felt like."

"What about you and Alex?" I asked.

"Wow!  What can I say?  He practically devoured me.  He's a real passionate
guy.  But you probably know that.  He was kissing all over me.  We started
out standing up then he laid me on the bed and said he wanted to give me a
tongue bath.  He kissed every inch of my body and he rimmed me real good.
He wanted to fuck me real bad but I told him I wasn't ready for that.  I
was thinking, if he ever got on top of me he would crush me.

"Alex is a big guy," I said.

"He's huge!  Anyway, he sucked my cock like it was nothing.  He was on his
hands and knees over me and suddenly he slipped one arm under me and turned
us over so he was on his back and I was on my hands and knees over him, and
he turned around so we were in a sixty-nine position.  He said something
like, `You don't have to but it's there, handy, if you want it.'

He went back to sucking me, and he put his hands on my butt and urged me to
fuck his throat.  Man, that was so good! After a couple of minutes staring
at his cock I finally took it and started sucking him.  His cock is so
thick; I could barely get my mouth around it.  And his balls....shit, it
took both hands to hold his balls.  It was good, Pete.  I liked doing it
with Alex.  He's so big; if you didn't know him he would be intimidating.
But he's like a gentle giant.  At least in that situation."

I squeezed his thigh again and said, "Jacob, I'm so glad you had a good
time today.  Glad you're so comfortable with everything."  Then I asked the
obvious.  "Did you guys get each other off?"

"Yes. It was strange.  We were sucking each other and he stopped and told
me I didn't have to take his load, that he would warn me.  But if I wanted
to try it, he said his cum should taste pretty good.  He said the only
thing he'd had to eat was fruit for breakfast along with cinnamon tea, and
he drank lots of apple and pineapple juice and that made his cum taste
good."

"Yes, that's true," I said.  "So, did you try it?"

"Yes.  I trusted him.  So when he started cumming I clamped my mouth around
his cock and took it.  He was right.  I wouldn't say it tasted good, but it
sort of did. I even swallowed it.  I didn't think I would ever, ever do
that."

"Wow, you came a long way today," I said. "I'm proud of you.  And so happy
that you're happy in your skin."

"I am, Pete.  Really.  I mean, I still like girls, but it's so much easier
having sex with guys.  Girls always seem to want to hold out."

I laughed.  "Yeah, they think they've got the secret of the universe
between their legs and it's a great privilege if they share it with you.
If they only knew."

"What about the guy who showered with you?" I asked.

"He sucked me off in the shower.  He didn't get much of a load but he said
it was delicious.  It was just a quickie, didn't mean much."

"But you made the guy happy," I said.

"Alex and I were talking and I told him about us with my friend, Logan, and
his brother.  He said to bring them along to the next gathering.  He told
me there might be another younger boy there; Adam from the detasseling crew
that detasseled his fields."

"Yes, he's a real cute black kid; hung like a stallion."

"Oh, Wow. I've never imagined having sex with a black guy."

"You'll like him. He's the total package," I said.

"Do you think I should ask Logan and Keith?"

I was leery of that; having so many underage boys there.  But I said, "If
Alex said it was okay, then sure, ask them."

"He said there are a couple of really hot Marines that you've brought to
the gatherings. He said one of them was a young guy, not much older than
me.  He said maybe you could contact them about the next gathering."

I agreed that I would try to get hold of them, although Alex sent out
emails to everyone, notifying them of the gatherings. Maybe he didn't have
the Marines email addresses.

As we were approaching Jacob's house, he said, "Pete, there's something
else."

"Okay."  I eased along the side of the road and stopped.

"It's been on my mind... I mean, I've thought about it a lot." He seemed
hesitant to go on.

"Okay," I said, waiting.

"It's about getting fucked."  He paused again.

"What about getting fucked?" I asked.

"You know I've fucked my dad and after I fucked Dylan... well, I figured if
he could do it, I might try it.  So, sometime, when we've got the
opportunity....I trust you and I would like for you to fuck me and show me
what it's like."

I was glad I'd pulled over, otherwise I might've went off the road.  He was
sitting there, waiting for me to say something.

"Whew! You have no idea what you're saying, Jacob."

"What do you mean?"

"There are men out there... all the guys at the gathering... who would give
anything to have you say that to them.  I'm almost overwhelmed, myself."

"So, will you do it?"

"Godd, yess, Jacob!  I would never reject an offer like that."

"It wasn't so much an offer, it was a request," he said.

I almost cried. "I am so touched by this, Jacob, but.... well, I think it
should be with someone your own age, like Dylan.  Or Logan.  Or even your
dad.'

"Because you're so big?" he asked.

"Partly that," I said.

"I know you're big, Pete, but I trust you.  And I really want it to be you.
You've showed me so much already."

I took in a deep breath and eased way from the side of the road. I had not
answered him and he was waiting for an answer.

"So, will you do it?" he asked again.

I replied.  "Yeah, Jacob, I'll do it. But right now, we'd better get you
home before I rape you." As he was getting out of my truck I said, "I'll do
it under one condition, Jacob."

"What's that?"

"You gotta fuck me first."

His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.  "On, fuck, yeah, Pete. I didn't
know if you'd want me to."

It hasn't happened yet, as of this writing but it will.  It will, before
the next gathering.

(All for now......More after the next gathering)


				  The End