Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 14:24:03 -0700
From: Koos Smit <kooss@rocketmail.com>
Subject: BEACH FRONT BOY PART 6

Beach Front Boy

Part 6

During the weeks and months that followed, the Durban rent boys and the
many sexual revelations I had experienced with them were never far from my
waking thoughts and they positively rampaged through my dreams every night.
Sometimes Dirk was also in those dreams and I was once again a teenager:
scarcely a night going by without a wet dream.

The effect of this on my relationship with my wife, Jennifer, was
inevitable: the thing between us that had been there for years, and that
had created a gap after my first encounter with the rent boys, now widened
into a chasm and pretty soon it was clear to both of us that our marriage
was on the rocks.

We agreed on a trial separation.  My wife would go home to her parents in
Cape Town with our young daughter and I would stay on in Johannesburg with
Dirk.  During the Christmas holidays we would get together in Cape Town and
see what was to be done.

Dirk staying with me was partly a matter of simple practicality.  He was in
Grade 8 with friends who had been at school together for years and he was
doing well both in his school work and at sport.  It would have been an
unnecessary disruption to move him at that late stage of the year.

But also, though they loved each other as mother and son, Dirk and his
mother actually had very little in common.  Jennifer (she would never allow
anyone to call her Jenny) was a refined and cultured woman who appreciated
the finer things in life.  People often said, jokingly, that they wondered
how the two of us ever got together.  Well, `many a true word spoken in
jest', as they say.

Dirk, on the other hand, was very much a `frogs and snails and puppy dogs'
tails' kind of boy, something that I had strongly encouraged ever since I
had more or less taken charge of his upbringing when he turned seven.
Disagreements over how Dirk should be brought up were pretty much the
earliest indications of our incompatibility.  I put my foot down when I
realised that Dirk was absolutely miserable in the exclusive private school
that Jennifer had chosen for him on the strength of its cultural program.
He hated the choir and the piano lessons.  He hated the drama and poetry
classes.  He hated the fact that there was no sport.  He hated spending all
his time indoors.  Dirk was a strong, physical kid and all he wanted was to
play rugby, wrestle, run, jump and swim with his rough and tumble
neighbourhood friends.

Jennifer was mortified when I took Dirk out of the private school and
placed him in the local school where the kids went barefoot most of the
year round, where boys were encouraged to be boys and he learned to play
the hard physical sports that he loved.  Though she eventually grudgingly
admitted that Dirk was much happier and that he was absolutely thriving in
this environment, he became something of a stranger to her and they
inevitably drew a little apart.  I eventually realised that, like Lewis
Carroll, she found boys to be `an unattractive race of beings'.  I think
Dirk must have gotten that message too.  Jennifer focused all her efforts
on creating our daughter in her own image and as far as Dirk was concerned
that was okay, as long as she let him be.

The first night that his mom was out of the house Dirk asked if he could
sleep with me just that one time.  I was not keen on this and at first I
said no.  After all, I was having sex with him in my dreams and I feared
that having his hard young rugby player's body pressed naked against mine
would make things uncomfortably real!  But as Dirk pleaded I realised that
he was upset and that he was particularly missing his mom right then, so I
relented.  I was glad I did, though, as I realised afterward that I needed
the comfort of his warm body next to mine as much as he needed to be with
me.

After that, it became his habit to sleep with me almost every night and I
did not have the heart to send him away.  Truth be told, I liked him
sleeping with me and I missed having him snuggle in to me on the nights
that he chose to sleep in his own room.  This was usually when his best
friend Josh stayed over or sometimes just because he wanted some privacy.
He was a healthy and vigorous 13 year old just launching into that heady
phase of sexual self-exploration and discovery.  So when he chose to stay
behind the closed door of his own room, I always gave him the space he
needed.

I do confess, however, that I would often satisfy my curiosity the next day
by checking his room for signs of sexual activity.  My search was
invariably rewarded with tell-tale signs like wads of cum-soaked tissue
paper in the waste basket or cum stains on his sheets.  Once or twice I
found dog-eared, well-thumbed copies of porn magazines.  These were
obviously doing the rounds among the boys at school as they were gone the
next time I looked.  This was, of course, long before PCs, smartphones,
tablets and webcams opened an exciting world of internet porn to a whole
generation of eternally grateful youth.

Curiously, Dirk seemed not have gone to any lengths to hide these
magazines.  Mostly they were carelessly stuffed into his bedside drawer or
under his pillow.  On one occasion the magazine was lying openly on his
bedside cabinet.  At first I just thought that Dirk was rather careless.
What if his mom had seen them?  Then I realised that he would never have
left the magazines lying around when his mom was still at home.  It dawned
on me that it was actually a compliment in a way: It meant that he trusted
me enough not to feel that he had to hide things away from me.  Dirk and I
had always had a pretty close relationship as the `men of the house' and I
had always encouraged him to feel that he could talk to me about anything
at all.  This may just have been his way of telling me about what was
especially interesting to him at that time.

Something else that intrigued me was the fact that, unlike the other
magazines that Dirk had brought home, the one that he left lying open on
his bedside cabinet was a Dutch gay boy magazine that showed stunningly
beautiful teen and pre-teen boys eagerly engaged in oral and anal sex with
each other and with grown men.  After I got over my initial surprize I
realised, with some excitement and a budding sense of anticipation, that
Dirk was at the age of development and experimentation in which his sexual
preferences were not yet settled and it was perfectly natural that he
should be exploring all avenues of sexual stimulation.

But if Dirk was communicating with me by leaving the porn magazines open to
discovery, what was he saying by leaving this particular one in plain view?
I let him know I had seen the mag by putting it on his pillow.

When he came home from rugby practice that day he went straight to his
room.  Normally the first thing he would do was put his music on full blast
and bang around in his room for a while before going to have a shower or a
swim.  This time he was dead quiet and I knew that he was digesting the
fact that I had seen the boy mag and deciding how to handle it.  When he
finally came out of his room he was naked, except for a towel knotted
loosely around his waist, and he hung around me, flexing his muscles,
fiddling with his balls, fidgeting about and engaging in unaccustomed small
talk as if dancing around something he really wanted to say but couldn't
figure out how to.  I didn't know how to broach the subject either.  After
all, it may have been just my imagination in overdrive.  So I just let him
prattle on until eventually he gave up and padded off on his bare feet for
a shower.

After this I began to notice other things that may or may not have been
Dirk's attempts to communicate something to me that he could not put into
words: He seemed to be going about the house naked a lot more than I was
used to seeing.  Nakedness had never been an issue in our house.  Both of
us always slept naked.  It was kind of our `thing' as the `men' of the
house (Jennifer never slept naked herself and she did not approve of our
doing so) but it would usually be restricted to the bathroom and the
bedroom.  Occasionally we might strip at the poolside and swim in the nude.
But none of us ever wandered about the house, sat down to watch TV or
messed about in the garden naked.  Dirk started doing all of these things.
He also seemed to go out of his way to dress and undress in front of me.
He seemed to linger over it, always front on and catching my eye, for all
the world as if he were flirting with me.  Whenever I got into the shower,
Dirk would turn up unbidden and get in with me.  This was not unusual in
itself.  We had often showered and bathed together when he was younger, but
as he approached puberty it had become less frequent.  Suddenly it was
happening all the time.  And then also, instead of going to bed before me
as he usually did, Dirk started finding all sorts of excuses to wait up and
go to bed at the same time as I did.

Then one night when we showered together after supper Dirk's unruly young
penis boned up, as it often did, but whereas normally Dirk would try to
cover it with his hands and dissolve in giggles, this time he closed a fist
around it and pulled at it slowly while looking me straight in the eye,
wordlessly inviting me to touch him, or so it seemed to my superheated
imagination.

My cock erected virtually instantly and it seemed to me that Dirk was
looking at it hungrily as he continued to stroke his own.  My heart was
thumping in my throat and I almost stopped breathing as all my fatherly
instincts dissolved in an onrush of lust.  Dirk let go his cock and reached
towards me with his hand.  Convinced that he was going to take hold of my
swollen dick I shoved the shower door open .and stepped out hastily, almost
stumbling over the threshold.

I stood for a while and watched Dirk through the clear glass of the shower
door, a towel draped around my waist in a futile effort to hide my raging
erection.  Dirk grinned at me, pointed at the tented towel front and gave
me a thumbs up sign.

Suddenly it was as if my eyes had been peeled and I was looking at Dirk for
the first time.  My boy had an athletic, well-proportioned body.  Blue eyed
and golden haired, he had a musculature that was the envy of all his peers
and, indeed, of many an older boy at school.  His honey-brown skin was
smooth and hairless, except for his well-muscled forearms and legs, which
were lightly dusted with a glistening golden down.  His feet were broad and
well-formed.  Like most South African boys, they were brown, hard and
leather soled from going barefoot most of the time.  His cock and balls had
always been impressively large for his age, a subject for ribald comment
among family and friends when Dirk was still a baby and a source of some
pride for me as evidence that Dirk was a `chip off the old block'.  Now I
realised that the onset of puberty had bestowed an especial favour upon
Dirk in that region.  He was really well hung!  A few wispy golden pubic
hairs sprouted around the base of his cock.

Dirk got out of the shower soon after.  As I was about to lift my bathrobe
off the hook, Dirk put out his hand to stop me.

`Leave it Dad.  Let's go watch TV kaalgat (naked)!'

I looked at my son's smiling face quizzically, one eyebrow raised.

`Come on, Dad, don't be a naff!  Bathrobes are for sissies and girls and
this is a man's house now!'

I suddenly realised that it was somehow important for him.  Perhaps it was
some kind of primal male bonding thing.  I pulled him against me and hugged
him.

`Sure Dirk, I don't mind going about `free willy' if you want me to'.

Dirk smiled his pleasure and I kept my hand on his broad shoulder as we
went together to the TV room.

On the way Dirk pulled away from me and popped into his bedroom.

`Go on, I'll be there now', he said to me.

I had already settled comfortably into a sofa when he arrived.  I patted
the seat next to me and Dirk plonked his butt in it, lifted his legs
sideways onto the sofa and leaned into me.  I put my arm around his back
and reached down to rest my hand on his smooth round bottom.

Dirk was especially fidgety as we sat together in front of the TV.  He
seemed distracted and kept fiddling with his cock, which had boned up again
and did not seem to want to subside.  I thought it best to ignore it, even
though it was soon obvious that Dirk wanted me to take notice and that he
was fiddling with it specifically to keep it erected.  I felt more than a
little uncomfortable with where this seemed to be going and eventually I
suggested that we call it a night and go to bed.

Normally Dirk would have raised objections but this time he jumped up at
once.

`Ja, let's go to bed!', he said eagerly and trotted off ahead of me.

When I got to my room Dirk was lying on his back on top of the covers, his
hands clasped behind his head on the pillow.  The boner was still strongly
in evidence and I could not help feeling a pang of pride for my boy's sex
equipment.  He was physically beautiful and pretty well developed for his
age.  The thought popped into my mind that he was at least as well equipped
as any of the rent boys I had seen.  What on earth was I thinking?  I tried
to shut my mind to the association but it was a half-hearted effort at best
and I could feel my cock hardening rapidly as I looked down at my boy.

Dirk noticed and grinned triumphantly.  I realised that he knew that it was
he who was doing this to me, and that he enjoyed doing it.

I sat down quickly on my side of the bed with my back to Dirk.

`Don't be shy Dad!  See, I'm not!', he taunted gently, grabbing his stiff
cock and waggling it about.

Then I spotted the boy mag lying on the cabinet next to the bed.  Dirk must
have fetched it from his room and put it there when I had gone on to the TV
room earlier.

I picked it up and held it out to Dirk.

`And this?', I asked

`I know you saw it the other day!', he replied, unabashed.

`And so?', I asked.

`So what do you think?'

`About what?, I asked.

`I want to do that with you!', he replied

I looked at Dirk, totally at a loss for words.

`I know you also want to, Dad, I've seen how you check me out!  And just
check the boner you got now!'

`Dirk ... ', I started and then trailed into speechlessness again.

`Come on Dad!  I've been leaving you clues for a month now.  And I knew you
got it finally when you found that mag and didn't say anything.'

`Dirk ... `, I started again, `I mean ... where did you even get the idea
that I might be interested in boys?'

`Oh come on, Dad!  You've been perving on my mates for ages.  I would have
been jealous if you hadn't been perving on me too!'

I laughed.

`Gosh, has it been that obvious?'

`Jeez, Dad!  Even Josh noticed.  He thinks you're hot!'

Dirk jabbed his finger at a page in the boy mag:

`We talked about how cool it would be if you would do this with us'

I leaned over and looked at a photograph of a lithe young boy on all fours
sucking the cock of another young boy kneeling in front of him while at the
same time taking a burly man's giant cock up his arse.

`But Dirk ... you're my son ... how could we possibly?'

`They're doing it!' Dirk replied, `It says there "Papa neukt zoon".  Means
"Dad fucks son"'.

`I know what it means, Dirk, but that's just a story ... ten to one they're
not even related'.

`They look related'

I took another look.  They did look related.

`That's beside the point, Dirk.  Even if they are ... and I really do doubt
it ... it doesn't mean it's okay for us to do it.  You do know it's
illegal, right?'

`No, I didn't `, he replied, `But so what?  I won't tell anyone!  Will
you?'  he added with a sly grin.

I looked at Dirk for a long while as my conscience skirmished with my lust.

 Then, ever so slowly, I let out a long sigh of surrender and lay back on
the bed.  I turned my head to face Dirk. He was sitting on his haunches
facing me.  I raised an eyebrow quizzically at Dirk.  He hesitated,
uncertain of my intent.

`Well?' I asked, `Are you going to take all night?'

Dirk's handsome face beamed his delight.  He shuffled closer on his knees.
Gingerly he reached out a hand and touched my swollen hard cock, fingering
it awkwardly, lifting it up, wrapping his strong hand around it as far as
it would go and giving it a few tugs.

`Wow, it's heavier than I thought', he mused, now using both hands to
encircle its girth.

Then, `What must I do?', he asked, his boyish voice made cutely husky with
anticipation.

`It's your show, my boy, play with it ... use your imagination!'

Dirk obviously suddenly remembered that he got the best feeling from
stimulating the tip of his cock, so he steadied the base of my shaft with
one hand and started pumping just below my cock head with his other hand.
His hard hands moved a little jerkily and clumsily, but he was slowly
getting the hang of it and my obvious enjoyment was steadily building his
confidence.

I slid my hand up Dirk's smooth hairless thigh and closed my fingers around
his thick uncircumcised cock where it bobbed hard and erect against the
ridged muscles of his belly.  I liked the feel of steely hardness under the
soft fleshiness of the skin, like a dagger in a velvet sheath.

Dirk sucked in his breath with delight as I began to roll his cock head
between my thumb and forefinger.  As I rapidly stimulated the highly
sensitive nerves at the point where the shaft joined his cock head his
mouth dropped open, his muscles tightened, his toes curled and his bright
blue eyes misted over with total self-absorption.  As the pleasure
increased he stopped pumping my cock, closed his eyes and concentrated
totally on his own enjoyment.

I stopped what I was doing.  Instantly Dirk's eyes popped open.

`Jeez Dad, don't stop!', he cried out.

`Okay, but you have to do your bit too', I replied.

`Okay, okay, Dad, I'm sorry!  I'll keep wanking you!  Please keep doing
that, it feels way the best I've ever had!'

We resumed pleasuring each other, though Dirk kept stopping and starting as
the waves of sexual pleasure washed over his taut little body.  I did not
want to push him to climax too soon, so each time this happened I would
stop stimulating his cock head for a while and instead featherstroke his
tightened nuts with my fingers or reach around his buttocks to play with
the soft pink bud of his anus for a while.

At one point Dirk said, `Wait, I want to try this!' and went straight down
to take my cock head in his mouth.  At once he pulled off again, his face
screwed up in distaste:

`Ptoo!' he spat, `What's that slimy stuff?'

I laughed.

`You know what that is!', I said, `It's precum.  See, it's the same stuff
that's dribbling out of your cock'.

Dirk looked down at the clear slippery precum oozing from the tip of his
cock.  I scooped some of it up with a finger and licked it off.

`It's the natural lube your cock makes so it can slide easily in and out of
a girl's vagina', I explained, `Or a boy's bumhole!', I added.

`Okay, cool!', he replied, `Is it okay to go in your mouth?'

`Sure it's okay!'

`What about cum?', he asked.

`Cum is also okay.  Lots of guys love the taste of cum'

`Do you?'

`Sure.  I'm going to eat your cum just now'

`Wow, that's just so cool!' said Dirk, `Okay, let me try again'.

He lifted my engorged cock in both hands and reached down toward it with
his tongue out.  He stabbed hesitantly at the precum now dribbling
copiously from my piss hole with his cute pink tongue and then sat back on
his haunches as he tasted it.

`Ja, that's okay', he said, half to himself, `Tastes a bit salty, like the
sweat on my skin'.

Then he went back down again and lapped up all the rest of the dribble
before taking my swollen cock head into his wide warm mouth.

His teeth snagged the sensitive purple flesh a couple of times so I gently
pulled his head off my cock and got to my knees.

`Your teeth are getting in the way a bit, Dirk, let me show you how to do
it', I offered.

`Gee, thanks Dad!', said Dirk, `Josh also complains about my teeth, but he
doesn't know how to do it properly either'.

`You and Josh have been trying this stuff?', I asked.  My goodness, Dirk
was full of surprizes, I thought.

Dirk blushed, realising he had been indiscreet.

`You won't tell his mom, will you? ... Please Dad, I shouldn't have opened
my big mouth ... Are we in big trouble now?'

I laughed.

`Of course not, Dirk, what you boys get up to is your own business.  And
I'd rather you felt comfortable to try all this stuff with a friend at home
than with strangers in their cars or in the public lavatories'.

Dirk looked relieved.

The thought of Dirk and Josh trying out boy sex in the room next to mine
made me even hornier than I was.  Josh was a good looking boy.  He had navy
blue eyes and sandy hair but otherwise had a similar build and muscularity
to Dirk.  He lived alone with his mother, being the product of a one night
stand his mother had had with some man whom she never saw again.  His
mother worked six days a week at a low paying job to support the pair of
them, so Josh was left to his own devices much of the time.

Josh had a naughty streak that got him in lots of trouble but that really
endeared him to me.  Dirk's stories about Josh's latest escapades always
made me smile.  He was mischievous, curious and resourceful, which led him
to test boundaries and take risks.  He was always the first to try out what
was forbidden.  He was that boy who swore like a trooper and smoked in the
bicycle shed; who smuggled booze to church camps and porn magazines to
school.  Once he nearly got expelled for growing a cannabis plant for a
biology project.  But at heart he was loyal, fearless and honourable and
the kind of friend you would want to have at your back in a jam.

Needless to say, my wife detested him and would never allow him in the
house when she was around.  Since she left Josh visited often and he fitted
right in.

`But you need to be careful who you tell about it', I warned Dirk, `And
especially about you and me doing it.  Most people think it is wrong.
That's why it's illegal.  And if it ever gets to the wrong ears it could
cause a hell of a lot of trouble.  You understand?'

`Yes Dad, I understand', said Dirk, impatient to get on with the lesson,
`Now can you show me how to suck already?'

I spent the next half hour lovingly teaching my young son all that I knew
about sucking cock: everything that I had learned from the rent boys of the
Durban beach front: Johan, Ben, Pedro, Adi and Kris.  He took to it like a
duck to water, eagerly absorbing and mastering every nuance in technique
and immediately thinking up and experimenting with variations of his own.

At one time Dirk pulled my cock out of his mouth to say:

`Jeez, Dad, I can't wait to do this with Josh.  It's gonna blow his mind!
Can he please, please sleep over tomorrow night ... please?'

`We'll talk about it later, Dirk', I managed to squeeze out breathlessly,
`Now suck my cock before it explodes!'

`Sorry, Dad!', he grinned, and slurped my cock back into his mouth, his
blue eyes sparkling with excitement as they looked up at me over the thick,
bulging-veined shaft of my cock sliding wetly in and out of his
wide-stretched lips.

Seconds later those eyes widened in surprize as my cock spasmed into a
pulsing climax, squirting great gushes of warm thick cum into the back of
Dirk's mouth.  Caught unprepared, Dirk forgot to swallow and he spluttered,
choked and coughed as his mouth and even his nasal passage filled to
overflowing.  Cum spurted out of the corners of his mouth and bubbled out
of his nostrils to run down my cock shaft onto my belly.  Dirk pulled his
head off my cock and sucked in air to regain his breath.  This set him off
on another bout of coughing and spluttering and sent a river of cum running
out of his mouth, down his chin and neck onto his chest.  At the same time
my cock spat out the last few spurts of cum all over Dirk's cute young
face.

As he recovered from the spluttering Dirk started laughing.

`Jeez, Dad, that was awesome!', he called out delightedly, his tongue
already out to lap up the globs of cum around his mouth that he could
reach.

`Why didn't you swallow, you pampoen (pumpkin)!' I asked.

`I forgot, Dad!  I didn't realize it would be so much and so fast!'

`Well now you better lick up all the mess you made!', I said.

`Okay!', Dirk replied and immediately got on with it.

`So you like eating cum?', I observed as he lapped up every splodge of cum
he find on my cock and my belly.

`Sure, it tastes good!', Dirk replied, `And it's protein, so it can help
bulk me up when I work out in the gym!' he winked.

When he was done he lay back on the bed and pushed his still rock hard cock
into the vertical:

`Now it's my turn, Dad!', he said with a wide-mouthed grin, his eyes shiny
with lust and anticipation.

I lay between his outstretched legs and took his cock into my mouth.  I
spent the next half an hour strenuously licking and sucking my son's cock,
in between turning my attention to his balls, his belly, his toes and
elsewhere for short periods so as to delay climax and heighten the
pleasure.

When I finally allowed him to climax, his whole body shook and shuddered
with an explosion of ecstasy that nearly made him faint with its intensity.
I was pleasantly surprised by the force and quantity of creamy boy cum that
shot into the back of my mouth.  I spat it out onto his belly so that he
could see how much of it there was before I licked it all up again.

`Wow! Dad! That was fantastic!', Dirk cried out, `Gosh, I wish I could make
it feel like that!'.

He jumped up and hugged me tight.

`Thanks Dad, you're the best!  Love you lots!', he said happily.

With the boundless energy and inexhaustible libido of a 13 year old, Dirk
was ready to go some more within minutes of his climax, but by then I was
tired and wanted to go to sleep.

`Come on, Dad, we haven't done this yet!', Dirk demanded, showing me the
boy mag and jabbing his finger at a close up photo of `Papa's' giant cock
ramming his son's well-stretched arse.

`Dirk, you're definitely not ready to take my cock in your bum yet.  Your
bumhole will be helluva sore and will probably bleed.  Imagine I have to
take you to the doctor and try to explain what happened.'

Dirk giggled at the thought.

`Dad, Josh `n me have been practising with our fingers ... and with some
carrots.  I'm sure I'll be able to take your cock up my bum?'

`How long have you been practising?'

`I've been practising for a week now, Dad, every night!  Josh has been
doing it longer.  When he stayed over last week he got a cucumber half way
in.'

`Sounds like Josh may be about ready, but you will probably need more
practice.'

`C'mon Dad, please let's have a go!'

`Not tonight, Dirk. Anyway, we don't have any lube jelly.  I'll get some
tomorrow morning and then we'll see, maybe tomorrow night'.

`I've been using Nivea body cream when I practise.  Can't we use that?'

`Dirk, enough now!  I'm not fucking your arse tonight and that's that.  I'm
going to read a bit and then I'm going to sleep.'

`Okay Dad, then I'm gonna practise while you read'.

Dirk swung out of bed and padded off to his room to fetch his bottle of
body cream and to the kitchen to fetch a medium sized carrot.  When he got
back he squirted some of the cream onto his finger and lubricated his anus
with it before trying to insert his finger into it.

`It's always so tight and hard at first!', Dirk complained.

I showed him how to relax his anus by making as if he was going to press a
putty.  After a while he got the hang of it.

`Hey!', he called out triumphantly, `It worked!  Went in much quicker!
Watch me finger-fucking myself'

Dirk lay on his back with his legs pulled up and finger-fucked himself for
a long time while I read my book.  By the grunts coming from his side of
the bed he was obviously enjoying it.

`Hey!', Dirk suddenly called out delightedly, `I got two fingers in now!'

I let him carry on for a while before I decided it was time to put my foot
down.

`Okay, Dirk, that's enough for tonight.  It's really time for bed!'

Dirk's face showed his disappointment.  `Please Dad, can I just do the
carrot now?'

`Okay, but then that's it!'

Dirk lubed the carrot with body cream and slowly slid it into his fuck
chute, millimetre by millimetre.  Finally, with lots of grunting, wheezing
and panting he got it all the way in.

`Watch this, Dad!', he said, swivelling around on his back to show me the
carrot going into his anus.  He pushed in the last centimetre with the tip
of his finger and his sphincter shut as the carrot disappeared inside him.

`Now you don't see it...' he said.

Then suddenly the carrot jetted all the way out like an expelled turd and
landed on the bed.

`... And now you do!'  Dirk guffawed his delight at the joke.

Then he picked up the carrot and shoved it in again, this time sliding in
smoothly without hitch.  He spent a few minutes fucking himself hard and
fast with the carrot, mainly to convince me that he could, after all, take
a cock up his bumhole.

Finally he pulled the carrot out and squinted at it, his face screwed up in
distaste.

`Jeez, Dad, check the bits of shit on the carrot and on my fingers!'

I laughed.

`That happens, I'm afraid, but I'll teach you how to clean your hole out
before you have sex in future'.

Dirk looked uncertain about that but he went off to the bathroom where he
flushed the carrot down the toilet and rinsed both his hands and his
bumhole before coming back to bed.

When Dirk got back into bed he asked again if Josh could sleep over the
following night.  He could not wait to try out his new found skills with
his best friend.

"Please Dad, it's Friday tomorrow so it's not a school night.'

`Okay, Dirk, but you have to promise not to get me involved.  You two can
do whatever you want in the privacy of your room, but you must not tell him
about you and me!'

`But Dad, it's much more fun with you!'

`Dirk, I'm not doing this stuff with Josh, you can forget it!  If Josh ever
tells someone we'll have big problems on our hands'.

`Who's he gonna tell, Dad, it's just Josh and his mom and he never tells
her anything.  I don't think she would care anyway.  She told him yesterday
that she wishes he was never born!'

 `Well, it's too soon, Dirk, let's just wait and see.  Maybe some time when
I know him better ... but not now'.

`You'll never know him better than you do now, Dad!  He thinks you're
really cool and he would do anything for you.  And I know you like him,
Dad!'

`I do like Josh, Dirk, but that doesn't mean it's a good idea to have sex
with him!'

After a long silence Dirk said `Ag please don't be like that, Dad'.

`I'm serious, Dirk!'

`G'night, Dad'

I realised that Dirk had fixed his eyes on the goal and was not going to
let anything get in his way.  It was one of the characteristics about Dirk
that made him a good leader and an excellent rugby player.  It was
something I loved about him, though it could sometimes be enormously
frustrating.  I knew there was no point in discussing it further.  He was
not going to give me the undertaking I wanted.

So I just sighed and kissed him on the forehead.

`Good night, Dirk.  Sleep well'

Dirk turned onto his side and then shuffled backward until his warm brown
back pressed up against my belly and his head against my chest.  I put my
arms around him and enjoyed the feel of his hard round buttocks pressed up
against my groin.  My cock responded despite my tiredness and hardened
against his bottom.  As it swung slowly into full erection I wriggled my
hips about until my cock nestled comfortably lengthwise between his warm
butt crack and my belly.  I felt Dirk's strong young hand reach behind him
and between us, push my cock down and straddle it between his thighs.  I
felt his strong young body relax gradually under my arms as he surrendered
himself to sleep.  My cock was still hard in the grip of his beefy young
thighs as I too slipped into sleep, and my dreams were utterly marvellous.

* * * * * * * * * *

 When I picked Dirk up from school after rugby practice the next afternoon,
Josh was waiting with him.  I looked at the pair of them as they stood
barefoot on the pavement in their rugby shorts and shirts, kitbags on their
backs and school bags in their hands, and I thought what a picture of
healthy, happy South African boyhood they presented.

 `Hey stoutgatte (badasses)!', I greeted the pair of them.

`Hey Dad!' said Dirk and "Hey Uncle Jonathan!' said Josh, grinning hugely.

They chucked their kit in the back of the SUV and climbed into the back
seat.

`So how are you doing, Josh?'

`I'm good Uncle Jonathan, and you?', Josh replied.

`I'm great thanks'.

The ride home was quieter than it usually was with two naturally boisterous
13 year olds pumped up from rugby practice in the back seat.  I sneaked
glances at them in the rearview mirror and they seemed to have their heads
together a lot, sniggering and whispering excitedly.  I was sure I knew
what it meant: Dirk had already recounted his experience of the night
before to his best friend and now they were anticipating some three way
action.

`You boys are pretty quiet back there?', I eventually said.

`We're just talking about stuff, Dad', grinned Dirk.

I decided to brazen it out:

`About getting stuffed, did you say?'

Josh looked taken aback, while Josh laughed out loud.

`No, Dad ... just ...', Dirk spluttered.

`He knows, man!' laughed Josh, `Hey Uncle Jonathan, that's pretty funny!'

`Thank you, Josh', I said wryly, `I'm glad someone is awake back there'.

`Ha Ha Funny, Dad!', said Dirk, `I got it! Duh!  You just took me by
surprize is all!'

`Sorry, Dirk, I just wanted to get out in the open what you were whispering
about'.

`Okay, Dad, sorry.  We won't talk behind your back again.'

`Uncle Jonathan,' said the ever direct Josh, `Me `n Dirk want you to teach
us how to fuck!'

`Well, don't be shy, Josh!' I replied, `Just come right out with it!'

Dirk punched his buddy on the arm.

`Hey, have you got no manners, man?  I said wait till we get home!', he
reprimanded Josh.

`Hey, sorry, man!'

`Okay, boys, let's not get het up now!' I interjected, `Josh is right.
It's always better to get right to the point and not fanny about!'

`Fanny about!', Josh repeated, chuckling as he nudged Dirk in the ribs with
his elbow, `Your Dad always cracks me up with his funny sayings!'

Dirk squinted at Josh as if to say `oh please shut up' but then joined in
the chuckle.

`Well', I said, `Since we're getting right to the point about things, let
me just say that I told Dirk that I can't do this stuff with you Josh.
Although I like you a lot, you're not my kid at the end of the day and I
just can't accept the responsibility, not to mention the risk, of getting
involved with you sexually.'

`Please, Uncle Jonathan, I've never ratted on a friend in my life and I
never will!  I will never get you into trouble over this!  You can trust
me!'

I knew that this was true.  Josh was that kind of boy.  When he and a buddy
had been caught stealing cigarettes from a corner café at the age of 10,
Josh had taken the rap for it, swearing that his buddy was not involved.  I
knew about it because Dirk had asked me to step in and help his friend,
since he did not have a father of his own and his mother had washed her
hands of the matter.  I mediated between the café owner and the police
to keep Josh out of real trouble.  In the end the deal was that the café
owner would not press charges if Josh took an off the record beating.  I
explained to Josh and his mom that Josh would escape without a criminal
record that would haunt him for the rest of his life but that he had to
understand that his actions drew consequences.  The police gave him a
caning across his bare buttocks that left him with a latticework of welts
oozing blood, but he took it without crying and never breathed a word about
it to the buddy that he had protected.  I witnessed the whole ordeal,
sitting astride the end of wooden bench he had to lie on, his hands
gripping mine so tightly that they felt arthritic afterward.  Josh and I
always had a special bond from that day on.  And he had never stolen
anything again.

`I know that, Josh.  I know that I could trust you with my life, or with
Dirk's.  It's one of the things I love about you.  But it's not really
about that.  It's about that ... you're not my kid ... it's really not my
decision to make.'

`Please, Uncle Jonathan, I'm the one that wants it ... It's my own body',
Josh pleaded.

`Well, really ... your mom has the responsibility for what you do with your
body until you turn 16!', I replied.

`Jeez, Uncle Jonathan, my mother!  She doesn't care what happens to me!
When I told her this morning "See you tomorrow" she said "Do I have to?"
She doesn't even know where I'm going.  She doesn't care enough to ask!
I'm sorry, but how can she have responsibility for my body?'

`I understand, Josh, I really do, and I know it's not fair, but ...'

`Uncle Jonathan, you said to Dirk that he must rather have sex with a
boyfriend at home than in the public lavatory or a stranger's car.'

`That's true, Josh'

`Well, do you like me enough to do the same for me, or do you rather want
me to go cruise for pedos down at the railway station?'

I was dumbstruck for a moment.  I had not considered this angle.  There
could be no doubt that if Josh was determined to have sex with a man it
would be far better and safer for him to have it with me in the security of
my home than with some total stranger goodness knows where.  Was there an
element of blackmail here?  Was he saying, if you don't help me I'll go
cruise for pedos at the railway stations?  And what did he know about pedos
at the railway station, anyway?

`You make a very good point, Josh.  Did you ever think that maybe you
should become a lawyer or a politician?'

Josh grinned his pleasure at the compliment.

`Okay, tell you what', I said, `If you're really sure that you want to
learn about man sex and that you're completely ready for it, then I am
prepared to teach you along with Dirk.  Don't come later and say that I
seduced you or corrupted you.  This has to be your decision.  At any time
if you decide that it's not for you, you don't have to do it and we can
stay friends.  Finally, this is absolutely a secret between us that we will
all take to our graves.  Understood?'

`Understood!' said Josh, his face showing his delight, `Uncle Jonathan,
you're just the best!  I wish you were my dad!'

We had just arrived home and the boys burst out of the car, grabbed their
kit and ran on inside the house, their hard bare feet thudding in unison on
the brick paving.  As I followed them I wondered momentarily whether I had
not adopted Josh's argument a little too easily as a convenient
rationalisation of what I really wanted to do in the first place.  Perhaps
... perhaps not.  But the die was cast and there was no going back now.  I
put the thought out of my mind.

Once through the front door the boys left a trail of bags, shirts and
shorts leading all the way to my bathroom.  I picked up their stuff and
dumped it in Dirk's bedroom.

I heard the shower running and then the boys calling for me to hurry up and
join them.

`Already?', I called out, `Are you serious?  I just want to relax at the
pool with a beer for a bit'

`Come on, Dad, we want to get started!'

`When I've finished my beer!', I said firmly.

The boys watched me with interest as I stripped naked, knotted a towel
around my waist, fetched a beer from the fridge and went out to sit at the
poolside in the warm afternoon sun.

`It's much thicker than a cucumber ...', I heard Josh saying to Dirk as I
passed by.

Moments later the boys came barrelling down and dived into the pool, as I
knew they would.

After much boisterous and energetic frolicking about in the sparkling water
they got out and lay alongside each other, face down on the warm brick
paving, drying their bodies.

`Can we also have a beer, Dad?', asked Dirk.

`If you're man enough to have sex I'm sure you're man enough to have a
beer!  You know where they are'.

`Cool!' the boys called out in unison and dashed inside to fetch a beer
each and another for me.

I dived into the pool while they were in the house and they joined me there
when they returned.  We rough-housed in the pool for about half an hour,
with the boys continually tackling me, hanging off my shoulders and trying
to wrestle me under the water.  I enjoyed the physical contact with their
strong young bodies and it was obvious that they were enjoying it too.  By
the time we got out we were all three sporting raging erections.  We sat
drying in the sun and drank our beers.

Suddenly Josh leaned over and closed his hand around my shaft.

`Jeez, Uncle Jonathan', said Josh, `I can see where Dirk gets his big dick
from!  This thing is fucken massive!'

I laughed.

`Thanks for the compliment, Josh.'  I reached over and squeezed Josh's
long, slightly curved erection, `You're pretty well hung yourself, you
know!'

Josh's cock swelled even harder under my fingers and he practically preened
with male pride.  Like all boys, Josh's sense of himself as a man was
closely centred on his sexual equipment.  And Josh was quite as
well-endowed in that area as Dirk.  I was really looking forward to
enjoying his sexy young body later.

 `By the way, Josh, what do you know about the pedos at the railway station
that you mentioned earlier?'

Josh blushed a little and I noticed Dirk give him a little kick against his
calf.

`Okay, out with it!  What's the story?'

Dirk glared at Josh and shook his head almost imperceptibly.

`Dirk, I can't lie to your Dad!  He's been really good to me and I told him
he could trust me always!'

Dirk dropped his head.

`Okay, Josh, go ahead', he mumbled.

`Uncle Jonathan, there's boys who hang around the railway station in the
evening to get picked up by pedos for cash'

`Yes?'

`Well, Dirk and me went there a couple weeks ago ... just to see what was
going on ... we were just curious and I needed some money'.

`Yes?', this time with more edge, and Dirk looked like he wished he could
disappear into thin air.

`Well, we got in the car with these two guys and we parked under the
railway bridge and they wanted us to suck them off.  So we tried but they
said we were crap at it so they booted us out and didn't pay us.  So we
just went home.  We didn't go again.'

`True, Dad, it was just the one time!' added Dirk.

I sat in silence for a very long moment, digesting this revelation and
trying to get my raging emotions in check before deciding how to handle
this.  The boys fidgeted nervously in front of me.  I suddenly noticed
that, despite the boys' nervousness and my anger, none of our erections had
subsided.  The realisation forced a chuckle out of me.  The boys looked
relieved.

`Okay, boys, promise me two things and I will overlook this'

`Sure, Dad, anything!', Dirk said at once.

`What are the promises?' asked the more wary Josh.

`First, you must promise me that you will never go cruising pedos at the
railway station again'.

`I promise, Dad', said Dirk.

`And the other thing?' asked Josh.

`You must promise that you will not use what I teach you to go selling sex
for money.

`I promise, Dad!', said Dirk.

Josh was silent.

`Josh?', I prodded

`Uncle Jonathan, I can't make a promise that I can't keep!', he said.

`What on earth do you mean?' I asked in astonishment.

`Uncle Jonathan, my mom is battling at the moment.  She just lost her job
and with the boozing I don't know if she'll get another one.  We need money
and I don't know how else to get it.  I want you to teach me man sex
because I want to enjoy it with you like Dirk does.  And I want to do sex
with Dirk properly because he's my best friend and I love him.  But I can't
promise I won't use it to earn the money we need to live.'

My anger evaporated instantly.

`Oh, my poor Josh', I said, `Look, Josh, first of all, you will never need
to earn money that way while I'm around.  You're a good friend to Dirk and
we will always be good friends to you.  We'll make a plan.  That's what I
do for a living.  I solve problems and I make plans.  I am taking over your
problem as of right now and I am making it mine.  I promise you that I will
sort it out.'

Josh jumped up and flung his arms around me.

`Thank you, Uncle Jonathan ... thank you so much ... you're a lifesaver!'

Dirk jumped up and joined in at that point and we clung together in a group
hug around the chair I was sitting in for a long while before I finally
stood up.

`Okay, I love you both lots but enough, already!', I said with smile,
`Let's get something to eat and then we'll see what happens from there.'

`Cool!' the boys chorused and raced on into the house ahead of me.

I ordered in some pizza and the three of us sat side by side on the big
sofa in the TV room, watching rugby as we ate it.

After the rugby Josh dashed off to Dirk's bedroom and returned waving a
video cassette.

`We can watch this blue movie I got from a guy I know!  I haven't seen it
`cause we don't have a VHS but he said it's German boys!'

`Okay, Josh, put it in there and let's see how the German boys do it.'

We all three watched the movie with great interest.  A gang of sexy blonde
German teenagers with impossibly huge cocks sucked and fucked each other
with great energy, imagination and endurance in a run-down farmhouse.  No
plot to speak of, but intensely arousing and all three of us boned up in no
time at all.

When the video came to an end the boys stood up and looked at me
expectantly.

`Okay boys, the first lesson is cleaning the bumhole, so first stop is the
bathroom!'

`I can show Josh how, Dad!' said Dirk.

That morning when showering together before school Dirk had insisted that I
show him how to clean out his fuck-chute.  I showed him how to do it using
a plastic squeeze bottle with a nozzle and baby wipes.

"Okay, Dirk, you show your buddy how to get all the shit out and make his
bud smell like roses!'

 `Josh, first you gotta take a good dump!', Dirk instructed.

Josh was not the least bit embarrassed as we watched him take a crap.

`And now?', he asked when he was done.

`Wipe your arse like you usually do and then you use these wet baby wipes
to make it really clean.'

Josh did as he was told.

`It's better if you stand up and put your one foot on the bath like so,
then you wrap the baby wipe around your finger like so and dig into your
arse and move it around to get everything out.'

Josh used several wipes, inspecting them each time until he held up a
finger triumphantly.

`Clean!', he announced.

`Okay, let me check!', said Dirk, wrapping a wipe around his finger and
probing around inside Josh's hole.

I noticed Josh's half erect cock start filling out and rising at this.
Dirk noticed it too and his own cock rose in response.  Dirk's probing
started to look like finger-fucking to me, especially when Josh started
growling in pleasure.

`Okay, plenty of time for that later', I said.

The boys both grinned at me.

`Okay, Dad", said Dirk, as he pulled his finger out and inspected the wipe.

`Yes, it's clean', he confirmed.

Then Dirk showed Josh how to fill the squeeze bottle with soapy water and
squirt it up into his hole as deep as possible.

`It makes you feel like you need to shit, right?'

Josh nodded his head.

`Keep it in as long as you can then shit it out into the toilet', said
Dirk.

Josh's face was screwed up with the effort of keeping his sphincter shut
against the waiting tide.  Then he plonked himself over the toilet and let
it out.  A gush of brownish liquid and blobs of crap rushed out.

`Now do that until the water is clean!' ordered Dirk.

Josh repeated the exercise three times and then pronounced himself clean.

`Now use the baby wipes again and when that's finished I'm gonna put some
moisturising cream there to make it all nice and soft', said Dirk.

Watching the boys go through this cleaning ritual made me so horny that I
was practically at the point of cumming, so I had a quick cold shower to
douse the flames.

When I stepped out the boys were looking at me expectantly.

`What?' I asked.

`Now you, Uncle Jonathan!' said Josh, holding out the squeeze bottle.

There was nothing for it but to go through the process as the boys watched
me intently.  When Josh offered to finger my arse with a baby wipe to check
if I had done the job properly I accepted with not a little anticipation.
Josh did not disappoint me and soon my rock hard cock was slapping up
against my belly from the finger-fucking he gave me.  Then Dirk insisted on
having a turn and once again I nearly climaxed under the eager
ministrations of his strong forefinger, especially when he carefully
applied the moisturising cream in and around my hole.

`Okay, I reckon we're ready, boys ...', I started.

`First the Big Test!', Dirk interrupted me.

`Oh ... okay ... explain the Big Test to Josh.'

`The Big Test is ... `, said Dirk with a huge grin, `If I can lick your
arse, you're free to pass!'

`Gross!', said Josh, his face screwed up in distaste.

`It's no problem if it's clean!' reasoned Dirk, `I'll do yours first.'

Josh looked at me in appeal.

`Dirk's right, Josh', I said, `No lick, no fuck!'

Josh reluctantly bent over the bath and spread his legs.

`Bit wider!', ordered Dirk, slapping against the inside of Josh's thighs.

Josh spread his legs wider to expose his perfect pink pucker, shiny and
clean.

`Smells good!', Dirk said as he kneeled down behind Josh and brought his
mouth up against the depression around Josh's hole. He stuck out his broad
pink tongue and lapped wetly against and around Josh's anus, trying to
insert the tip into the pucker.

Josh's eyes widened in surprise at the unaccustomed assault on his most
private space.

`Relaxth your hole, I'm trying to thtick my tongue in it', Dirk lisped from
below.

Josh looked up at me, perplexed.

`How do I relax my hole?', he asked.

`Make like you're pressing out a putty", I suggested.

Josh did so and after straining a short while Dirk finally managed to
insert the tip of his tongue just inside the gate.

The anxious surprise in Josh's face turned to a satisfied smile as he began
to enjoy the sensation of Dirk's warm wet tongue licking and probing his
arsehole.

`Tastes clean!', announced Dirk finally as he stood up, `Now my Dad will do
me and you can do my Dad'.

Dirk quickly bent over with his legs spread and his hands pulling on his
butt cheeks to expose his pucker for my attention.  The scent of
moisturising cream and wet boy flesh tantalised my nostrils as I nibbled at
his anus with my lips and explored his willing hole with my tongue.  Josh
bent down and peered closely at what I was doing so that he could see how
to do it.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw him make a ring with thumb and
forefinger and practice working it with his lips and tongue.

Dirk started making little grunting sounds as I rimmed him vigorously and I
reached a hand around his thigh to stroke his bone hard cock while I did
so.  I went on until I could feel that Dirk was on the point of cumming.
By now Josh was fingering the tip of his own cock rapidly as he enjoyed the
show.

Suddenly I let go Dirk's cock and stood up.  Dirk was panting by now and he
immediately grabbed his cock and started pumping it to drive himself the
last few seconds to climax.  I gently pulled his hand away.

`It's not time, yet, Dirk', I said, `Make it last, boy!'

`Okay, Dad', Dirk replied, breathlessly.

Now it was Josh's turn to rim me.  He seemed to have lost his distaste for
it and in fact was eager to get on with it.  Sexual excitement is a great
motivator.  I learned from the Durban beach front boys that when a boy gets
horny he will do almost anything that he wouldn't do normally.  There was
absolutely nothing so dirty or so disgusting that those permanently randy
boys would not do it.  And, of course, if you've done it once, the second
time is much easier and after that it's a breeze.

Josh's warm wet tongue and supple lips were soon practically devouring my
anus and it felt really good.  Josh was obviously a quick learner, a sign
that we were going to have a great night of sex.  Seconds later I felt him
reaching around my thigh.  His strong fingers closed around the tip of my
swollen shaft and began to stimulate me there.

When the pleasure in the tip of my cock started getting intense, I called a
halt and we headed for the bedroom.

`Okay, Dirk", I said, `Now teach Josh how to suck you off without biting
your cock!'

For the next hour Dirk taught Josh what I had taught him the night before
and, with the aid of a few tips and demonstrations from me along the way,
the boys were soon sucking each other's cocks as if they had been doing it
for years.

After each boy had the opportunity to shoot his load in the other boy's
mouth, Josh got to suck me off for his final exam, as it were.  As far as I
was concerned, he passed with flying colours.  As had happened the day
before with Dirk, the amount of cum that jetted into his mouth when I
climaxed took Josh by surprise and he too found himself choking and
spluttering on it.  Dirk found this especially entertaining.

`How was that, Dad?', asked Dirk, ` Was Josh as good as me?'

Josh looked at me enquiringly, a happy cum-splattered grin on his handsome
face.

`That was fantastic, Josh!', I said, still a little breathless. `And Dirk,
stop being so competitive, you were both equally good!'

The boys then joined in lapping up all the spilled cum both on me and on
Josh before we lay side by side on the bed and caught our breath.

As usual, the 13 year-olds recovered quicker than I did and were eager to
get into the butt-fucking lesson.  So, to give me more recovery time, I got
them to lube their fingers and each other's holes, assume the `69' position
and start fingering each other's butt-holes for practice and to start the
process of getting their sphincters relaxed.

While they were doing this I went to my study and fetched the selection of
various sized dildos and butt plugs that I had bought at a sex shop that
morning.

 When I emptied these out of the packet onto the bed, the boys were
delighted and immediately started trying them on for size.

`Start with the smallest', I suggested, `And then try a bigger one and so
on.  Let's see who gets to the biggest one first'.

`What's the prize for coming first?' asked Dirk.

`The first one to take the biggest dildo in his arse is the one who takes
my cock up his arse first', I replied.

With typical male pride, both boys spurned the smallest one, which was
about the thickness and length of their own quite impressive teen boy cocks
and somewhat thicker than the carrot that Dirk had used the night before.
Josh, of course, having already progressed to cucumbers according to Dirk,
chose the next size up to the one that Dirk chose.

After generously coating their dildos and their butt-holes with lubricating
jelly, the boys started on the, for me, highly entertaining exercise of
trying to insert them into their rectums, to the accompaniment of much
grunting and grimaces.  However, after they got the first one in and spent
a while fucking themselves with it, the next size up was easier and so it
went on.

Josh had clearly been practising rather longer than Dirk and he progressed
to the largest dildo before Dirk, pumping it in and out of his arse with
what seemed like nonchalant ease.  He constantly caught my eye as he did
this and grinned as if to say `See what I can do!'

`I win, Uncle Jonathan!', Josh called out, yanking the big shiny rubber
phallus out of his arse with a plopping sound and waving in the air in
triumph.

`Right, it seems you get first fuck', I said.

Dirk looked disappointed.

`It's okay, Uncle Jonathan', said Josh, `Dirk is your son, he should get to
go first'.

At once Dirk answered

`No Dad, Josh won fair and square.  Let him have first fuck.'

`Okay, tell you what...', I said, `For his prize Josh gets to fuck Dirk
now, to help get his hole ready for me, and then I will fuck Dirk.  Right
after that I will fuck Josh.  Does that seem fair?'

`Hey, cool!' the boys called in unison and Dirk immediately rolled over and
got up on all fours, eagerly presenting his bum hole for Josh to use.

After a brief resistance Dirk's sphincter surrendered entry to the careful
but insistent pressure of Josh's thick and rock hard cock.  Watching Josh
fuck my son for the next 20 minutes was exquisitely erotic.  When finally
he climaxed he cried out aloud with sheer pleasure and his whole body
convulsed with one great racking spasm after another as he shot his load
into Dirk's arse.

By then I could bear the pressure no longer and the moment Josh withdrew
his still swollen cock from Dirk's fuck chute I jumped onto the bed and
took up where he left off.

Dirk cried out from the pain of my rough entry but when I stopped
momentarily in concern he called out:

`No, go on, Dad!  I can take it.  I'll get used to it in a moment!'

I pushed forward, a little more slowly.  Dirk's hole was tight, even with
all the stretching, and he moaned softly with each advance.  When I was
half way in I withdrew quickly almost all the way and then thrust forward
slowly again.  After several of these it started to feel easier and I could
feel Dirk's taut body begin to relax under my hands.  Soon the moans of
pain turned to moans of pleasure and Dirk began to participate in the
fucking, bobbing himself forward and back on my shaft.  A couple of times
he did this so enthusiastically that he bobbed himself off my cock, but he
quickly reached between his legs to grab it and guide it into his hole
again.

Gradually the sexual pleasure built toward ecstasy and I found myself
banging away at Dirk's beautiful boy-arse like a steam piston.  Finally the
dam broke and, in an unstoppable rush of the most exquisite pleasure, I
emptied my cum load deep inside my son.

As I flopped back on the bed, panting, Josh impatiently straddled me and
squatted down to take my still erect cock into his arse.  I lay there
passively as Josh energetically bounced up and down on my shaft,
desperately urging it to give up more of its life juice in the warm depth
of his channel as the sweat trickled down his body and his erected cock
bobbed up and down absurdly over my belly.  I reached out to grab it and I
pumped it with my hand while he fucked himself on my swollen dick.

It took much longer, of course, to reach climax this time, but finally
Josh's straining efforts were rewarded and I shot a fresh load of jiz into
him.  Almost at the same time Josh shot his own load onto my chest.  Once
again Dirk helped Josh to lap up his cum from my chest.  After they had
licked up the dribbles of cum that trickled from their bums and ran down
their legs, they too flopped back on the bed on either side of me.

I hoped at that point that they would be as ready to go to sleep as I was,
but it was not to be.  The horny pair recovered fully in an hour and were
bursting to have another go.  This went on a good deal of the night and
when eventually I myself passed out they were still at it on the bed next
to me.  Fortunately the next day was Saturday and the boys did not have to
be at school, nor did I have to be at work.

When I woke the next morning late Dirk and Josh were still out for the
count.  I sat up and looked at them for a while, enjoying their innocent
beauty, their naked limbs intertwined, and thinking how lucky they were to
have the freedom under my roof to enjoy the gift of their bodies without
fear of censure or disapproval.  I realised that I loved them both deeply
and that that love had been consummated in our lovemaking that night.  I
decided that Josh belonged with Dirk and that I would speak to Josh's mom
about having him come to live with us.

As a first step I phoned Josh's mom while the boys were still asleep and
asked if she would mind if Josh stayed the weekend.  She was sober when I
called but she agreed readily:

`Oh, is he with you, Jonathan?', she asked vaguely, `Sure he can stay.  I
wasn't expecting him back till Monday, anyway.  I never know where he is.
You know, sometimes he just disappears for a few days.  But he knows how to
look after himself.'  Then she added with a little laugh, `You sure you
don't want him for the whole week?'

`Sure, I'll have him for as long as you'll let him stay', I replied, `Well
... actually, I would really like to come and talk to you sometime about
Josh's future', I replied.

`Dunno if he has one right now!' she quipped, `He's just so difficult and
is always in trouble!'

`That's really what I want to talk to you about', I said.

`Sure, whatever.  I haven't got much going on these days, so ... anytime
... '

When the boys eventually surfaced, they were overjoyed to hear that Josh
would be staying for a week.  I decided not to share my bigger plans with
them until I had certainty that things would work out.

In the meantime they were already noisily making plans of their own as they
sat at the breakfast table.  I was pleased to hear that their plans
included me and lots of sex.