Date: Sun, 09 Dec 2018 18:54:03 +0000
From: eightxsixat14@protonmail.com
Subject: is-that-the-milk-7

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Is-that-the-milk-7

Brian returned from his short piss break, and immediately resumed his
story.  "After putting Orson to bed, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself
a tall Scotch, neat, no diluting it with ice or water.  I must have put at
least 8 to 10 shots in that glass.  After the bizarre evening I had just
had, I needed to mellow out as quickly as possible."

After putting a Josh Grobin CD into the player in the family room, I turned
the lights down low, turned on the gas fireplace, and sat in my favorite
over-stuffed chair.  I quickly downed half of the glass of scotch.  In my
mind, I went through the entire evening from the moment John arrived until
he left.  I went over it minute by minute trying to figure out why I didn't
have better control of events.  How was it that I managed to let John steer
things to the point that my young son, a mere 5-year-old boy, not only
touched my cock but actually, albeit unwittingly, jacked me off, and with
great delight.  As I pictured him full of awe and excitement touching my
erect cock, I relived the ecstasy I felt as his tiny hands grasped my cock
and moved the skin easily up and down the shaft, alternately exposing and
hiding my cockhead.  As I visualized these things, my cock began to thicken
and rise.  I opened my robe, exposing my naked body, and began to slowly
stroke my cock as my son had done so lovingly.  It quickly rose to full
staff.  I didn't try to cum, I was just trying to extract as much pleasure
out of my body as I could as I mulled over the evening.  Besides, I was
saving my load for John who was going to stop by on his way home.  I took a
few more swigs of my drink, set it down, and scooted down in my chair
somewhat.  I closed my eyes and rested my head on the back of the chair.
The alcohol had taken effect, and I was feeling incredibly good.
Visualizing Orson with his hands gripping my cock and gently stroking it, I
continued to stroke my fully erect cock with my right hand, while playing
with my nipples with my other hand, when I suddenly heard, "Daddy, are you
playing the One-eyed Monster game?"  Startled big time, and thoroughly
embarrassed at having my son find me jacking off, I sat up and covered my
nudity with as much of my robe as I could.

"Yes, yes, Orson, I was playing the One-Eyed Monster game."  What else
could I say?  It was as good an excuse as any.  "What are you doing up,
young man, you should be sound asleep?"

"I had to pee, and I heard music.  Can I play, Daddy?  Can I play the
'One-eyed Monster' game?  Can I?  Can I?"

He was so damn cute, bouncing on his feet and begging me with all his heart
to let him play with my cock again. It did feel incredible earlier with his
small hands gripping the thick shaft of my cock and stroking it.  I was
weakening.  Having already cum that evening, I figured that at least I
wouldn't have another embarrassing premature ejaculation as I did earlier.
Perhaps I could let him play with my cock for a couple of minutes, I
reasoned, not cum, then tuck him back in bed for the night, and that would
be the end of it.  The alcohol was clearly loosening my reserve.

My cock, having softened somewhat, began to thicken and lengthen again as
thoughts of him touching my penis once more passed through my mind.
Jacking off Orson earlier and sucking John off before he left, not to
mention my recently interrupted thoughts of Orson jacking me off earlier in
the evening, had gotten my libido all worked up again.  "Listen,
sweetheart, if I let you play 'Hide the One-eyed Monster' game, will you
agree to never ask me again?  If you agree, I will let you play the game
now, but never again; this will be the last time.  The very last time.  Do
you understand?"

"Yeah," he said.  "I understand."  All that mattered to him was playing
with my cock right then.  The future be damned.

Hesitantly, I spread my legs and opened my robe, thereby exposing my naked
torso, legs, and of course, cock and balls.  "Here, Orson, get between my
legs," I said.  He excitedly hurried over and positioned himself between my
legs.  Dropping to his knees, he got as close to my cock and balls as he
possibly could.

My cock was back at full mast as Orson wrapped his fingers around it and
began hiding and then exposing my "one-eyed monster," in effect slowly
jacking me off.  As unbelievably hot as it was watching my beautiful son
slowly stroking my rock-hard cock, and as good as it felt, I was determined
not to cum.  In my inebriated state, I reasoned that that would be crossing
the line, and besides, I was saving my load for John.

"I like giving you pleasure, Daddy.  It's fun.  I want you to have another
'gasm and shoot out your Daddy's Milk, so I can eat it."

EAT IT!  Did I hear him right?  "Uncle John told me that daddy's make milk
in their balls for their sons to eat just like mommies make milk in their
titties for their babies.  He said that if I eat your Daddy's Milk, my
muscles and my penis would get big like yours.  He said it's a secret; we
can't let anybody know.  I want big muscles and a big penis like you,
Daddy.  Can I eat your Daddy's Milk?  Please, please.  I promise I won't
tell."

I was dumbfounded.  Why on earth would John tell Orson something so
preposterous?  It took me a few seconds to process what Orson had just
said.

"Your Uncle John told you that if you eat my cum, er my Daddy's Milk, that
you will grow a big penis?"  I said with disbelief.

"Uh-huh, he said I should suck it out of your penis, that that would give
you lots of pleasure, so you could have a really big 'gasm and shoot lots
of Daddy's Milk right into my mouth."  Pre-cum was starting to ooze out of
my cockhead and down onto Orson's tiny hands.

I closed my eyes confused and bewildered as to why John, Orson's Uncle and
pediatrician, would say such shocking nonsense to his beloved nephew and to
his lover's son.  But my thoughts were interrupted when I heard from
somewhere behind me, "Well, well, well, what have we here?"  I knew John
was coming over later, of course, but I wasn't expecting him quite so soon.
I was hugely embarrassed.

"You know better than to startle me like that, John.  For Christ's Sake, I
wasn't expecting you back just yet.  Let me explain what is going on here."

"No need, "I can see what is going on."

"No, you don't understand.  Not 10 minutes ago, Orson was in his bed
asleep, or so I thought, and I was, well, I was playing with my
One-Eyed-Monster until you got here.  Then Orson surprised me, just like
you did.  Well, he pleaded with me to play the One-Eyed-Monster game.  What
was I to do?  Shit, John, I'm too drunk to be rational.  Well, I told him
he could play with it ONE LAST TIME, and then he had to go to bed.  It
seemed like a rational compromise.  No way would I have an orgasm, John.  I
was saving that for you.  But, wait, dammit, what did you tell Orson?  Did
you tell him that Daddy's make milk in their balls, so their sons can eat
or drink it and grow big muscles and penises?  What the fuck, John!  Why
did you say such a thing?"  I would normally never swear in front of Orson,
but I was agitated, embarrassed, and angry.

 "Because I believe it to be true."

 "John, for Heaven's Sake, you're not talking to a child now.  You're
talking to me, Brian."

"I know who I'm talking to," said as he dropped to his knees beside the
chair I was sitting in.  "Listen before you get all excited.  Semen
consists of sperm from the testicles, fluids from the prostate and
bulbo-urethral glands, as well as some other substances.  One of those
substances is testosterone, the male hormone, the hormone that causes a boy
at puberty to start growing hair in his armpits, his pubic region, and so
on.  It is the hormone that causes a boy's penis to grow in two or three
years from boy size to man size.  Get where I'm going here, John?  No one,
of course, has done a controlled study where a group of boys was fed semen
for a few years while a control group was fed a placebo, although I
wouldn't mind doing that study," said with a wink, "but all kidding aside,
there is testosterone in a man's cum.  It just makes sense that if a boy
were to eat some on a regular basis that he might enter puberty a bit early
and develop a larger penis that he otherwise might have developed.  You
know that I ate the semen of the man that lived next door to me almost
every day for several years, and I began puberty at 10, and, as you know, I
developed a pretty big penis.  So, don't get so excited.  I know what I am
talking about."

My head was spinning.  John, as a physician, knew so much more about these
things than I did.  He made it all sound so plausible.  Damn him.

"Well, even if that is true, you didn't have to tell Orson, did you?"  I
wasn't particularly concerned about our arguing in front of Orson, because
he was so preoccupied playing with my cock and balls that he wasn't really
paying any attention to our conversation.  His gentle stroking was
definitely keeping my precum-dripping cock at full staff.

"Well, no, I suppose I didn't, but damn it, Brian, this boy is g-a-y,"
spelling the word letter by letter.  "You and I discussed that possibility
before, and after seeing him today take to your cock, and mine for that
matter, like they were gifts from heaven, well, frankly, knowing how much
the two of you love each other, I think it would be good for the both of
you if he sucked you off from time to time.  You aren't in any kind of a
relationship now, well, other than me, and you know how seldom we are able
to get together privately.  It would be infinitely better for you than
jerking yourself off.  Look at it this way, Brian, the boy is g-a-y, and
now that he sees the fun to be had in a man's cock, he is going to be
susceptible to the advances of any man.  He is a beautiful boy, Brian,
exceptionally beautiful, and you can't always be with him in parks, and
elsewhere where perverts hang out.  He isn't going to be satisfied, Brian,
if he can't play with a man's cock from time to time.  Better your cock
than some strangers.  He is your son, and you adore him.  No harm can come
to him as long as he is with you.  If you tell him that he can play with
your cock from time to time, and even suck you off now and then, so long as
he promises to never allow another man to touch him sexually, well, he will
definitely be better off, and I know you will be too.

Once again, John's masterful logic left me speechless.  But I did manage to
say, "I have to digest this, okay?  Are you telling me that it is okay if
your brother-in-law and l-o-v-e-r (I spelled it as a precaution against
Orson possibly hearing and repeating the word to God knows who) has s-e-x
with his son, your nephew?"

"Of course, of course.  To me, it would be a beautiful, enviable thing.  I
won't be jealous, Brian, if that is your concern.  Besides, it wouldn't be
the passionate kind of love-making we share, and I can't be here often
enough to satisfy your needs.  It would just be a boy satisfying his carnal
desires with a father he trusts and loves very much.  And it would be much
more satisfying for you than the solitary jacking off that you now have to
do."

"It's bad enough, John, that I let him play with my one-eyed-monster, but
to cum in his mouth, that just feels like crossing the line, and it could
get me into deep, deep shit, and you know that."

"Well that's true, about getting into deep shit.  But the relationship you
have with Orson is so special, that I think if you impress upon him the
importance of not telling anybody, I'm confident that he will honor that
confidence.  You don't want him picked up by a pedophile, Brian, who might
rape him or worse.  If he can satisfy his sexual curiosities and urges with
you, he will be that much less likely to seek sex elsewhere or be lured by
some goddamn pervert into who knows what.  You don't want to go there."

Orson was doing a damn good job of hiding and exposing the
one-eyed-monster, the feelings building in my groin were incredible, too
incredible in fact.  I had to stop him, at least momentarily.  "Orson, stop
that for a minute, stop it please," and I shoved his hand away.  "The
one-eyed monster needs a rest for a minute, okay.  Here, you can play with
these for a minute," and I held my balls out for him, and dropped them into
his cupped hands.

"Just about shot your load, huh?"  John said laughing.  "Listen, Brian, he
may find the taste of cum so bitter and offensive that he won't want to
ever suck you off again, and that will be the end of it.  Curiosity
satisfied, and we can all get back to our regular lives.  Let him suck you
off, Brian, at least once.  He obviously wants to.  Tell him if he sucks
you, he has to swallow your cum, that's part of the deal; he has to suck
your cock and swallow your cum; it's a package deal. You know, most people
don't like the taste of cum.  You don't.  I happen to be one of the few
that does.  Chances are he will find it too bitter and not want to do it
again, and your worries will all be for naught.  Go ahead and let him suck
his daddy off.  I want to watch."

"Damn your logic, John.  Why do I let you get me into situations like this?
Don't answer that.  I have to know one thing, though; is the procedure you
prescribed for correcting Orson's phimosis legitimate?  Is it really in the
medical literature?"

"Yes, of course, I told you that you could Google it and see for yourself.
I can do better than that, I can bring you a copy of an article describing
exactly what I've prescribed for Orson.  Damn, you have to have more trust
in me, Brian."

Orson was tiring of playing with just my balls.  "Can I play "Hide the
One-Eyed Monster" again, Daddy?  Can I pleaseeee?"

"Yes, Orson, you can play with my cock," said with resignation while
deliberately dismissing the pretense of the game, although to Orson, that
is clearly what it was, a delightful game.  I finished off the scotch then
scooted down in the chair, spreading my legs farther apart as I did so.
Orson wrapped his little hand around my cock and once more began that
pleasurable stroke up and down my cock.  "Hide the one-eyed monster," he'd
say as his hand reached the head of my cock.  "Let the monster out of the
cave," he'd say as his hand traveled down the length of my cock exposing
fully the head of my cock.

"Will you pleaseeeeee shoot your Daddy's Milk into my mouth, Daddy, so I
can grow a big penis like you and Uncle John?"

"Do you really want to swallow my Daddy's Milk, Orson?  You probably won't
like the taste."

"That's okay," he said.  "Uncle John told me that I might not like it, but
that if I want a big penis, I havta swallow it.  You said that, didn't you
Uncle John?"

"Yes, I suppose I did," John responded, looking somewhat sheepish.

"It figures," I thought.  For whatever reason, John wants my son to suck me
off.  He probably wants Orson to suck him off too.  If Orson sucks me off,
likes it, and wants to do it again, then he, John, can get in on the
action.  That must be at least part of his motivation.

"Orson listen to me.  If you want my Daddy's Milk, you are going to have to
put my penis in your mouth and suck on it until I shoot the milk out of my
balls and into your mouth, and then you are going to have to swallow it.
Are you sure that is what you want to do?"

"Yes, Daddy," said very excitedly.  "Please, please?"

"Orson, most daddies don't allow their sons to suck their penises.  Most
people think that that would be very bad, that you would be a bad boy, and
I would be a bad daddy.  If anybody were to ever learn that I let you suck
my cock, I could get into big trouble with the police, and maybe even go to
prison.  Do you understand?  If I let you suck my penis, you can never
mention it to anybody, not your grandmother or grandfather, not your
teacher, nobody, except me and Uncle John.  Do you understand?  This is
very serious, Orson."

He carefully took in everything I said, then said, "I won't tell nobody
Daddy.  I promise.  Cross my heart.  I just want to give you pleasure and
eat some Daddy's Milk, so I can grow a big penis like you and Uncle John."
There is his real motivation, a big penis.  To hell with the big muscles.

The alcohol had me feeling mighty good, and with greatly reduced
inhibitions.  You might say I was drunk.  My cock was so hard it was
aching.  The thought that my adorable son was asking if he could put my
cock in his mouth and suck me off had me hot as hell.  My conscience told
me that it was terribly wrong, but my cock told me that it desperately
needed to be in my son's mouth blasting all my baby goo down his young
throat.  My cock won the battle.

"Go ahead, Sweet Boy, you can suck my cock and swallow my cum, er, my
Daddy's Milk, if you want to.  Go ahead."  Both his face and John's
brightened.

"Oh, thank you Daddy.  I will give you lots and lots of pleasure," he said
as he pulled my cock toward his mouth and quickly slipped the entire head
into his mouth.  In the blink of an eye, I had crossed that incredible
threshold.  I was now in the world's eye a pervert of the worst order.  It
doesn't matter that this is what my son desperately wanted, that he begged
me to let him suck me off.

I somewhat absently crossed my arms across my chest and pinched a nipple
between each thumb and forefinger and began rolling the nipples so as to
extract as much pleasure from my body as I could.  Orson momentarily
stopped sucking my cock and said, "What are you doing with your nipples,
Daddy?"

John spoke before I could, "He's squeezing and pinching them, because they
are extremely sensitive, just like a girl's nipples.  You are making his
cock feel so good, that he just wants to get all the pleasure out of his
body that he possibly can.  I would suck his nipples now, but I want to
watch you, my dear 5-year-old nephew, give your handsome father a blow job.
This is an occasion that you will remember your whole life, Orson.  A boy
never forgets the first time he takes a man's cock into his mouth.  And in
your case, Orson, it is not just any cock, it's your father's cock!  You
are a very lucky boy, Orson.  And to watch you, Brian, my best friend and a
very special man in my life, have an orgasm given to you by your sexy young
son, will be one of the highlights of my life, an almost surreal
experience, and I'm thrilled I get to watch it happen.  I must watch every
second."  Orson was listening, but I doubt understanding, everything that
John said.

"Orson is going to see to it that his daddy gets the best damn orgasm of
his entire life, aren't you Orson?"

"Yes," said Orson, as he quickly popped my cock back into his mouth.

"God that's hot," said John, as he rose to his feet, removed his clothes,
and then dropped back down to his knees beside my chair, his fully erect
cock curving skyward.  He began to stroke that massive cock as he watched
Orson intently.

"Orson let me show you a few tricks that will give your father the greatest
possible pleasure and will also cause his balls to make lots of Daddy's
milk for you.  I know you want as much Daddy's milk as possible.  Don't
you?"  I rolled my eyes.  What is coming next from this devious man?  But I
said nothing.  While leaving my cock in his mouth, Orson nodded, "Yes."

"Okay, stop for a minute.  Now watch me.  Pretend this finger is your
Daddy's penis."  John pointed his right index finger at his own mouth,
virtually touching his lips.  "Now watch what I do with my tongue."  John
proceeded to move his tongue all over the underside of his finger.  "See,
Orson, I move it from side to side under the penis, I pull it back and just
tongue the piss slit at the tip, I stick my tongue out as far as I possibly
can to stroke the underside of the penis.  Moving your tongue like that on
the underside of your father's penis, especially the head, will give him
tremendous pleasure."

"I can do that," Orson said gleefully, and he quickly embedded my painfully
hard cock back in his mouth.  Almost immediately I felt the benefits of
John's instruction.  His tongue moved to and fro, from side to side, and
down towards the base of my cock.  And in doing the latter, he seemed to
take quite a bit more of my cock into his mouth than just the head.

"Now, Orson," continued John, "Go up and down on your Daddy's cock.  Try to
get as much of it into your mouth as possible.  You may gag a time or two
until you get the hang of it, but you eventually will be able to take the
whole thing into your mouth.  Probably not today, but some day.  That's a
boy, you are doing great.  Look at that Brian, your son has half of your
cock in his mouth.  He's a born 'you-know-what'.  You are a quick learner,
Orson."

The feelings engendered in my cock and body from Orson stroking the bottom
of my cockhead and shaft with his hot, moist tongue cannot be described,
for how does one describe ecstasy?  I involuntarily groaned in pleasure,
over and over again.

The tongue action and deeper thrusts were making my balls roil, but before
that point of inevitability, John spoke up again, "Okay Orson, now stop
that for a minute," and, much to my displeasure, Orson pulled off my cock,
making a "plop" sound as he did.  "Your Daddy has an especially beautiful
pair of balls.  Just look at them," said as he lifted them into the palm of
one hand.  "They hang nice and low, unlike mine that cling to the base of
my cock.  Balls like to be played with too, and if you treat them just
right, they will make more Daddy's milk for you.  They love to be sucked
and licked.  Come on now, lick your Daddy's big balls."  Orson giggled, and
he eagerly began licking my balls like they were made of chocolate ice
cream, his favorite.  John pointed out that he should lick where my balls
met my thighs and especially under my balls in the perineal area.  He never
suggested that Orson lick near my anus, and I am grateful for that.  Of
course, it felt heavenly being licked in these areas, and I moaned my
appreciation.  John then showed Orson how to suck my balls one at a time
into his mouth and massage them with his tongue.  They were too big for
John to get both in his mouth at the same time, so he didn't even suggest
that as a possibility to Orson.

I desperately needed release, so I grabbed my cock and rubbed the
precum-oozing head across Orson's lips.  He got the hint and eagerly
returned to sucking my cock, and he hadn't forgotten how to use his tongue
to my advantage.

The pleasure from Orson's oral ministrations very quickly became intense.
And just looking at him with my cockhead fully in his mouth, his full lips
encircling the entire shaft, his cheeks bulging from its mass, was almost
more than I could bear.  I writhed within the confines of the chair and
continued to inadvertently moan my pleasure.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by the love I felt for Orson, now on his knees,
luxuriating in the feeling of my cock in his mouth.  I reached forward with
both hands and ran my fingers through his hair, and then it happened.  I
lost it.

"Orson, baby, I love you so much.  Get ready son, I'm about to shoot me cum
into your mouth.  Oh, yeah, Christ Almighty, get ready for my hot load son,
get ready because here it comes.  Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Oh, God!"  I shouted.
I involuntarily tightened my fists in his hair guaranteeing that he
couldn't pull off at this critical moment.  And I shot volley after volley
of my bitter-sweet jizz onto his welcoming tongue.  My cockhead never
reached the back of his mouth.  It was too big to go in very far, and I was
careful not to choke him.  It was one powerful blast after another, at
least 8 or 10 shots of steaming man milk.  I don't think I had ever had
such a long-lasting and powerful orgasm before.  As I came down from that
incredible high, I nearly fainted from hyperventilation.  I was panting
hard, and saying things like, "Orson, Orson, my little angel, I love you so
much.  That was amazing.  You gave me more pleasure than I have ever known,
Baby.  I love you, Sweet Boy.  I love you so much.  John, you have no idea.
Oh, Christ, Oh, Man."  And then I was silent as I closed my eyes and soaked
in the afterglow of the orgasm to end all orgasms.

"Wow," said John, slowly stroking his beautiful cock.  "That was fucking
awesome to watch!  Holy Shit but that was hot as hell!"

Orson hadn't gagged or anything.  He simply hung on, probably bewildered at
the commotion I was making, even though he witnessed the intensity of my
orgasm when he jacked me off a few hours previously.  That "rehearsal" was
probably a good thing, or I think I would have scared him silly.  I'm
typically noisy when I come, and the better the orgasm, the noisier I get.
And that was certainly a 10+ on a scale of 1 to 10.  I released his head,
and he pulled off my waning erection, swallowing as he did.  He winced when
the full flavor of my load blossomed at the back of his tongue, but then he
licked his lips and said, "Can we do that again, Daddy?  I want some more
of your Daddy's Milk."

John suddenly rose to his feet, saying, "Your daddy has to rest a while
before he can give you any more Daddy's Milk.  He has to make some more.
But I have some for you, Orson.  Quick turn this way."  Orson, unsure of
exactly what was happening, rose on his knees, some of my cum hanging from
his chin, and turned to face John.  John cupped the back of Orson's head
with his left hand and drew him forward.  With his right hand he scooped up
the hanging cum from Orson's chin, and fed it to Orson who quickly consumed
it.  He then positioned his cock right at Orson's lips.  Orson with a big
smile on his face quickly opened his mouth and engulfed his Uncle's thick
hardon.  He barely had time to enjoy the feel of the cock in his mouth as
John began emptying his balls.  "Fuck, fuck," John said, as his eyes
closed, and his face grimaced in ecstasy.  I watched as his knees buckled,
and his butt shot forward ever so slightly as each wad of cum shot out of
his cock.  Orson's right hand was on the base of his uncle's cock,
steadying it so as to not lose a drop of his uncle's precious Daddy's Milk,
and his left hand was braced on his uncle's right thigh.

I didn't know what to think as I watched this hot as hell act of perversion
directly in front of me.  It was exciting seeing my lover experience such
heights of ecstasy, but I had mixed feelings about his not asking me if my
son could be used as a vehicle of his pleasure.  It was certainly
presumptuous of him, but you know what?  Orson was loving every minute of
it, so I quickly abandoned my concerns.

So, there you have it guys.  That is how Orson happened to suck his Daddy
and his uncle off.  I was filled with guilt at first, but after a week or
two I let him suck me off again, and he has been at it just about every day
since.  And he sucks his uncle off about once a week.  He loves doing it,
and his uncle and I have trained him to be quite good at it.  He jacks off
several times a day, so his phimosis is almost cured.  He prefers that his
uncle or I jack him off, but, since I have no sexual interest in his little
cocklet and John does, John obliges Orson almost every time Orson sucks him
off.  Typically, when I get home from work, I take off all my clothes, fix
myself a drink, and watch the evening news.  Orson spends the entire half
hour on his knees between my legs touching, licking, and sucking my cock
and balls.  When the news ends, I turn off the TV and let Orson finish me
off.  If John is right about the physiological effects of testosterone in
semen, Orson is going to end up muscle bound and with a 12" cock!  I,
however, have my doubts.

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"Well, judging by the tents in you guys' pants, you are obviously as horny
as I am from my telling that story.  I know if I don't dump a load soon,
I'm going to climb the walls.  Orson has only sucked off John and me, but I
know he would love to suck you guys off, and I would greatly enjoy
watching.  And, if you are at all game, I would love for your sexy, little
Brody to suck me off.  He may be inexperienced with only 2 blowjobs under
his belt, but he has the desire, and that is clearly not going to abate.
Orson is the only boy to suck me off, so it would be a thrill for me to be
sucked off by Brody.  At some point in the future, I would really love to
have sex with you guys, just the 3 of us, no kids.  Well, it would be fun
to have the kids involved sometime too.  Maybe John could participate?  But
for today, what do you say?  I'll take my robe off, and you guys shuck your
clothes, and we will all sit back, and I will call the boys in.  They will
think they have died and gone to heaven when they see our super hard cocks
all primed and drooling precum.  I think it's time we let them have their
favorite snack, Daddy's Milk.  What do you say?"

Peter and I looked at each other with questioning expressions on our faces;
should we or shouldn't we do as Brian suggested.  I was actually eager, and
it didn't take us long to nod approval to each other.

"Fuck yes," I said as I stood up and started removing my clothes.  Peter
immediately followed suit.  Brian shouted, "ORSON, BRODY, COME INTO THE
LIVING ROOM.  WE HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU."  He tossed his robe aside,
revealing his raging hardon and truly gorgeous body to Peter's and my
lust-filled eyes.  He then sat down in the middle of the sofa and motioned
for Peter and me to sit on each side of him, which we readily did.  The
boys came running into the room, and when they saw their fathers completely
naked and slouched down on the sofa with legs spread and erections
variously pointing to the ceiling, they stopped dead in their tracks, their
eyes huge as they took it all in.  Brian spoke up, "Well, Orson, would you
like to suck Tom and Peter's cocks and drink their Daddy's Milk."

"Yes, yes, yes," Orson replied, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Well, get your little butt over there and get busy.  You can suck both of
them off," Brian said.

I then spoke up, "Brody, would you like to suck Orson's Daddy's cock?  You
don't have to if you don't want to."

"I want to, I want to," he said, also jumping up and down with excitement.

The next hour or so was hot as hell.  Looking down and seeing Orson's
5-year-old mouth stretched tight around my fully engorged cock and watching
him eagerly bobbing his head up and down as best he could was hot as hell.
Orson clearly was well trained.  And looking to my right and watching
Brody, my partner's 6-year-old son, enthusiastically suck Brian's beautiful
cock, well, needless to say, I didn't last long.  Shouting expletives, I
pumped a huge load of my hot cum into little Orson's welcoming mouth.  He
dutifully kept my cock in his mouth as I writhed about in the throes of a
mind-altering orgasm.  When I calmed down, he let my cock slip out of his
mouth, which he then opened wide to show me my cum on his tongue.  He then
swallowed, nearly gagging on its volume.  He was clearly anxious to now
suck off Peter, so with my cum still dripping off his chin, he moved over
and knelt between Peter's legs.  With one swipe of Orson's chin, Peter
collected the remains of my cum on his finger and stuck it in his own
mouth, saying "yum, yum, thanks, Orson, for leaving some for me, then
winking at the boys."  Orson giggled at that, and immediately engulfed as
much of Peter's cock as he could in his small mouth.  He then proceeded to
hungrily suck Peter off.  I can't convey how hot it was for me to watch my
lover, my soulmate with his cock deep in this 5-year-old's eager mouth.
So, fucking hot!  Peter didn't last long.  As I watched, he threw his head
back, raised his butt off the sofa, and shot his load deep into little
Orson's expert mouth.  Orson made a show of swallowing Peter's cum and
saying, "Yum, yum."

Having watched his son suck me off and then Peter, Brian was beyond ready
to empty his balls into Brody's mouth.  Peter was still panting from his
orgasm when Brian said, "Oh fuck, fuck, I'm going to come!  Get ready
Brody; I have a load of Daddy's Milk just for you my boy, just for you.
Oh, yeah, fucking A, here it is little guy," and he proceeded to pump his
pearly mass of jizz into Brody's hot mouth.  Before he finished his orgasm,
cum was coming out of the corner of Brody's mouth and dripping off his
chin.


The five of us got together at least once a week after that so our boys
could have a steady supply Daddy's Milk, and us guys could enjoy the thrill
of shooting our loads into our adorable sons' eager mouths.  The kids
especially liked it when John, Brian's boyfriend, would join us, because
sucking 4 cocks was better than 3, and because each boy then got to swallow
the Daddy's Milk from two men.  Of course, there were those times when they
each sucked off all four of us men.  That was nirvana for all six of us.
The boys were especially happy when John participated, because, unlike
Brian, Peter, and me, John always sucked the boys' cocks, so they could
have their dry orgasms.  John also liked rimming their little rosebuds,
sticking his tongue as far up their asses as he could.  Needless to say,
the boys became quite fond of John.

END OF STORY

I know I have developed some followers that are going to be disappointed
that the story ends here.  They have become fond of Brody and Orson.  I
know there are paths the story could now follow, but truth is, I've
accomplished what I set out to do: write a reasonably well-written hot
story describing the kind of man-boy sex that turns me on, a story that I
can read from time to time and have really intense orgasms.  I wrote the
story years ago just for me with no intention of ever publishing it.  But
then recently I realized it was a hot story that deserved to be shared with
others of a similar mind.  All it needed was a final edit.  I have other
stories buzzing around in my head, but whether or not I can ever find the
time to write them up, only time will tell.  As I noted at the beginning of
chapter 1, this is my first attempt at writing fiction, and I find it
extremely difficult and time-consuming.  Right now, I have to turn my
attention to other things.  I have kept the email addresses of everyone who
has written to me, so if I ever write another story, I will let you know.
And if any of you know of other well-written stories on Nifty or elsewhere
that feature young boys willingly and eagerly sucking off adult men, let me
know.  The 3 keys to my interest are well-written, boys servicing men, and
consenting.  Unfortunately, I find such stories to be a rarity.  And thanks
to all who have written me.  I truly appreciate having received your many
supportive comments.



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