Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2021 21:07:34 +0000 From: strangewriter Subject: Wild Trip Out West 5 Thank you again to everyone who has stuck with this story despite the slow release of the last few chapters. As described below, I went in an unexpected direction with the ending parts of this series, and it took me longer to make it feel right to me. I'm happy with the result, I hope that you will be too! Thank you also to those diligent readers who saw my request for their thoughts on taking the story in an incestuous direction. The voting was overwhelmingly pro-incest, so this part goes very far into that area. It also meant that there will be one additional part to wrap up the story. Following that, Patrick and Mike may be featured in later parts of "Pinehurst Middle School". Disclaimer: This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between adults and children. Every character and scenario is completely fictitious and only exist in the imagination of the author. If it is not legal, or not allowed for you to read stories containing these items, please do not read. I have received quite a bit of feedback on this series, and I have really enjoyed the discussions that I have had with readers about it. If you have anything that you'd like to talk about relating to the series or otherwise, please email me at strangewriter@protonmail.com. I respond to all emails. The Nifty archive is an amazing thing, please ensure that it is always around by donating at donate.nifty.org. If you like my writing, you can find my other series on the author page under Strange Writer. Thanks, enjoy, SW Wild Trip Out West 5 When we made plans to hit the road the next morning, I had immediately set an alarm on my watch to make sure that Patrick was up in time for school. It turned out that my concerns about distractions that evening were well founded, as we crashed hard after our night of crazy sex, the naked, sated boy spending most of the night unmoving, finding him snuggled up against me in his exhaustion whenever I stirred during the night. When my alarm went off at 6, he had finally disengaged and was laying sprawled out on top of the covers, his morning boner proudly displayed, his beautiful body open to my roving eyes, and his face the peaceful sleep of an absolute angel. I stretched and smiled when the memory of the night before flooded into my mind. We had taken time to wash up but hadn't bothered to dress, so I had the joy of sleeping naked with the boy of my dreams. Knowing that time was short, I reluctantly got out of bed and used the bathroom, then made a coffee and started to make some breakfast for us. Once things were stable, I knew that I needed to wake him and get him in gear before his parents started checking on us. Looking over his prone form, I was so enamored with his gorgeousness, and seeing that his urgent erection hadn't softened, I felt like it was a great opportunity for Patrick to experience one of the best things in life, at least in my opinion: waking up with someone sucking your cock. I knelt next to the bed and slid my lips down the length his stone-hard boner. I so loved sucking this boy's delicious dick, it's size, taste and texture now burned into my brain forever. After a few moments I felt a touch on my head before I noticed any stirring. Gazing sideways to see his face, I saw his eyes still closed, but his face was now one of effort as he more forcefully held me, pushing me onto his cock and bucking his hips to meet my sucking mouth. His morning wood was harder than I'd felt before and I had a brief concern that when he came he might not be able to hold back his morning pee. I didn't have to wait long, because after only a minute or so of me licking him and handling him with my lips while I fondled his boybag, he opened his eyes and looked desperate as he spit out, "I'm cumming!" and bucked his hips as I felt his glorious boner spasm in the cave of my mouth and the tiny spurts of the most savory liquid on earth hit the back of my throat, the boy twitching and grunting, kicking his legs as the climax rose, then his body relaxing as it ebbed. "Good morning," I said with a smile as I let his little organ plop out of me after I swallowed his salty-sweet offering, "I couldn't resist," I told him with a laugh. "I'm glad!" he answered excitedly as he stretched his naked young body across the bed, reaching high above him and practically purring, "I wish that I could wake up that way every day!" "I'm the man for the job," I joked, "plus, the other day you told me that's how you say "thank you" where you live. I definitely have a lot to be thankful for after last night," I explained as I stood up, my still-naked cock rising to half mast from this display. Patrick was now sitting up slightly, and reached out to run his fingers over my shaft briefly in an affectionate manner. "Don't start, no time for that," I explained, "we need to get going before your parents come to check on us. Breakfast was ready, so we sat down to eat first, neither of us bothering to get dressed. It was so exciting to have this child so at ease with me that he would have no shyness about marching around with his nude body on full display. Quite the opposite, he was eager for me to view his sumptuous body. Of course, I was happy to admire him. After we ate, Patrick felt like he needed a shower. Since we were running low on water in the RV, I told him to keep it brief. I knew that I would have to forgo, since we needed to be on the road early due to Patrick living in a different time zone, so his school calls started an hour earlier. While he showered, I quickly got dressed and worked to ready the vehicle to get underway. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. I expected to see Sue when I opened up, so I was surprised when Mike was there instead. "Morning," he said cheerily, "how're things going?" "Good," I told him, "I'm just finishing packing up and Patrick is taking a shower," I explained, standing to the side to allow him to enter the rig. "Cool, we're all hooked up and ready to hit the road, so I wanted to make sure that you didn't need any help over here," Mike offered. "Um, well, I think that I've got it under control," I told him, "how was your night?" I asked without thinking about the line of questioning that may follow. "It was fantastic," he said with a sly smile, "what about you guys?" I thought, "Shit, why did I open my mouth," then decided to play dumb, "We didn't get to bed too early, but slept pretty soundly once we did." Mike looked down at the disheveled couch bed, "Patrick must have really tossed and turned," he said, and when I looked I realized that my ploy to make it look slept-in had completely failed. Instead of the shape of a sleeping person, the bed was messed up only in the specific places that Patrick had ridden me last night, and, at least to me, it now seemed that it would be obvious to the boy's parent. "I guess, ah, yeah," I sputtered. Mike just laughed at me. We had already basically discussed what went on between Patrick and I, so we both knew that I was lying, I just didn't know how to admit it. Luckily for me, Mike laid it all out there. "Look," he started, "I don't know why it doesn't bother me, but I don't care that you're having sex with my son," then just as the words left his mouth, the shower turned off. Before I could collect my thoughts and warn him, Patrick stepped out of the shower area wet and naked, but luckily flaccid, and before he saw his dad called, "I'm all done perv!" I'm sure that I turned bright red, and Patrick immediately saw his dad and gasped and dropped his towel to his crotch to cover himself, then stammered "Oh, hey dad, I was uh, just joking with Mr, uh, yeah, um, uh, yeah Mr. Yardley," "Good morning buddy," Mike said calmly, "I heard that you had a good night." Patrick had a terrified look on his face, looking at me for assurance that he wasn't in trouble. "We were just talking about getting underway," Mike offered, diffusing the situation. Then he walked over to his son and put his hand on his bare shoulder, "I trust you Patrick, I'm not mad at you," was all that he said and left it there. He headed back to the door and said, "If you need anything, let me know. We're planning to leave in about 15 if you want to drive together." "We'll be ready," I answered as he left. After the door closed, Patrick looked at me with a shocked look in his eyes, "Yeah, he knows, and he's ok with it," I said, shrugging my shoulders in response to his unstated question. "Is that weird?" he asked in response. "Well, he told me yesterday that he did the same things as a kid, and that he knew that you enjoyed it and that he trusted you," I explained, "so he wasn't going to stop you," then I smiled, "He also said that he wouldn't be able to stop you anyway!" Patrick got a big smile, "That's true!" he said with a big laugh, then finally pulled his towel away from its fit-leaf position and did a couple of exaggerated hip thrusts causing his limp appendage to flop back and forth between his balls and pubic area, making a slapping sound. "Alright, get dressed horny boy," I told him, "we're leaving soon." "I wish that we were nudists," he said out of the blue, "I'd love to never wear clothes." "I don't think that nudists walk around with an erection all day," I told him, implying that this may be an issue for him. "Good point," he said, and gestured toward his renewed boner throbbing happily and pointing right at me. We both laughed and Patrick finally pulled a loose pair of shorts on, not bothering with underwear or a shirt. Something about this small bit of clothing made me hotter than when he was naked a second before and I felt a barely controllable urge to relieve him of them and bend him over the dinette. Shaking my head to physically remove the nasty thoughts from my mind, I was able to refocus as we busied ourselves getting the final preparations done, culminating with me disconnecting the electrical before we left. We made one stop on the way out, taking care of the glamorous job of visiting the dump station to empty the dreaded "black" tank and add some water in case anyone wanted to use the toilet during the drive. Full hook-ups awaited us at the next campground, so there wasn't a need to haul anymore than immediately necessary. Once on the road, Patrick set up at the dinette facing forward so that I was able to see him in the rearview mirror whenever I wanted to ogle him, the perfect object of my affection. Obviously I thought of other things as we drove, listened to the radio, that kind of thing, but I would guess that I didn't go five minutes the whole drive without considering the genitals of one of us being manipulated in some way by the other. One of the distractions was a set of walkie-talkies that we shared, one in Sue and Mike's wagon and one in my truck. We periodically called each other to coordinate, chat about some of the incredible scenery and just keep tabs in general. Since Patrick spent much of the drive with headphones on participating in school, it was nice to have someone to talk to occasionally. Eventually Patrick's school broke for lunch. We were an hour behind where he lived, which, coupled with his classes early lunch, meant that he was free at ten o'clock. He made his way up to the front and sat down in the passenger seat. While I had made him put a shirt on in order to do school calls, he still had the thin shorts on that revealed so much and that I found so tantalizing. "I'm not even hungry yet," he said to no one in reference to his early lunch hour, "then I'm gonna want to eat all afternoon." There was an open space between the front seats where there would normally be some sort of console in a regular van. This allowed access to the back of the rv. Looking at that space, I got a dirty idea, fueled by my hours of watching this sexy boy only feet away from me. "Maybe I could offer you a little snack," I said, not even acknowledging the cheesy line as I made an obvious grope of my erecting cock, "how about returning the favor from this morning?" I asked. Patrick looked surprised, "Here?" he asked with a sly grin crossing his lips. "Yeah, what do you think?" I offered, "I could really use it and it'd be hot to have you be so exposed but hidden at the same time," I explained. Wordlessly, Patrick unbuckled, bit his lip and slid down onto the floor between us. He reached into my lap and undid the button on my shorts, then started to slowly work the zipper as he looked up at me with his naughty grin. When he had the fly open, he reached through the open flap of my boxers (that I thanked god that I chose to wear today), which made extracting me an easy task. His heavenly touch wrapped around my completely erect dick, and lifted me out of its prison leaving me standing proudly above my underwear. The naked shaft displayed this way without the juxtaposition of pubic hair or testicles made me look much bigger than I am. Not that I needed any further stimulation, but it made the disappearance of my cock slowly into the warm cavern of the boy's mouth doubly exciting. Like some kind of magic trick, the huge looking shaft vanished into the soft, wet confines of his sucking oral cavity. "Oh, yeah Patrick," I groaned at his first touch, "you're so good, baby," I told him as I let my hand rest on his head, absently twirling his hair as he slithered his lips down and up my penis, covering me with his prodigious saliva. Suddenly we were surprised by a crackle on the two-way radio, then Mike's voice saying, "Hey, guys, I know that it's lunch time for Patrick, maybe we can stop?" I had flinched slightly at the sound of the radio and was lucky that Patrick hadn't bit down on my tender cock reflexively. I turned and looked out my side window and saw the two of them pulled up beside us in the next lane. Sue was driving, which was rare, and Mike was laying across the back seat, apparently taking a rest. We were enough above them that he could never have seen Patrick, but we were low enough that I we could clearly see each other as we radioed. I reached for the radio, at the same time realizing that the glorious feeling on my cock had disappeared. It was only when my hand grabbed at thin air that I realized that Patrick had grabbed the radio, "Hey daddy," he said, "I'm having a snack now, maybe in a half hour?" then held the radio in one hand and dropped his lips onto me again, drawing a groan from me as I looked right into his father's eyes while his son took my entire cock inside of him, letting me into his skilled throat and holding me there for two beats before releasing me slightly. "How's school going, kiddo?" Mike radioed. Patrick didn't bother letting me go, but clicked the push-to-talk button and said, "Fine," in a muffled and barely intelligible voice around the penis stuffing his mouth. Then he began to bob his head onto me with purpose. "Don't talk with your mouth full buddy," Mike responded. "Sorry daddy," Patrick responded, taking me out just as he pushed the button. It made such a wet slurping sound I was worried that it would transmit to the other car. There was a pause, then another call, "Ok," Mike replied. At the same moment my phone vibrated with a new text. I looked and saw that it was from Mike, but couldn't read it while I was driving (among other things occupying my attention). I handed it to Patrick, and he quickly spit my cock out. "Oh my god! It says `Is he blowing you right now?'" Patrick informed me. I looked at Mike and saw him watching me expectantly with the barest hint of a smile. "You said that he knows and doesn't care, right?" Patrick asked me. "That's what he said," I answered, not knowing where this was going. I heard the familiar ding of the voice-to-text indicating that it was listening, and Patrick said, "Hi daddy, it's Patrick. Yes I'm sucking him right now," then he quickly hit send before I could say anything. True to his word, Patrick took me back in his mouth and started to blow me aggressively. I looked right at Mike as he read the text with a shocked look on his face. Meanwhile, Patrick grabbed the two-way and keyed the mic saying, "Hey daddy, I'm going to talk with my mouth full," and proceeded to loudly slide my cock back between his tight lips causing me to gasp audibly and said, "see, I'm talking with my mouth full," in a garbled, muffled voice before releasing the button. Mike answered, "Your mom says that's not funny," and I had a hard time deciphering the look on his face, but could see that Sue was laughing and shaking her head as if to say, "boys, what are you gonna do!" My phone buzzed again and Patrick used the Bluetooth on the van to read the text out loud, "Don't do that again, you'll get caught by your mother," it read. With the boy using the Bluetooth, it started to be like listening to a conversation for me; Mike represented by the robotic voice of my cell phone and Patrick using his voice to reply. This is the exchange between them: Patrick: sorry daddy, I was just being funny, I thought that you liked hearing it Mike: it's ok, I do like it, but your mom can't know. Are you sucking Mr. Yardley again? Patrick smiled at me, took two long sucks on my slick cock and then replied: yes, I just had his big cock in my mouth. I can suck his whole cock in me. Mike: OMG, do you like doing that? Patrick: I love it!!!!!!!! Mike: Did you suck him last night? Patrick: Yes! And he sucked me at the same time. We both had a cum in each other's mouth at like the same time! Mike: did you swallow his cum? Patrick: Yes, yes, yes!! He likes seeing his cum in my mouth before I swallow so I show it to him first I looked out the window and saw Mike staring at his phone and typing with one hand while the other was absently pressing on his groin, hidden from Sue by the front seat. Then the reply came. Mike: Wow, that's amazing. Is that all that you do? Patrick was sucking my dick during lulls in the texting, so he released me again and texted: What do you mean? ;) He typed the emoticon and showed it to me before he sent. Glancing in the next lane, Sue had caught up to us again, and I saw Mike laugh at the incoming text. Then replied: Have you done any other kind of sex? Patrick: Yes. Mike: Argh, come on, tell me! Patrick was savoring the copious amounts of precum that I was producing by licking and sucking all around my glans as he teased his father in the next car. It was incredible, and despite the distraction of driving down the highway, I knew that I was going to cum soon. Patrick released me when the text came, laughed out loud when the computer voice begged for details, then replied: Yes daddy, he fucked me so hard last night. And I had a cum when he was inside me. I always do :) There was a very long pause and Mike looked right at me in shock. Then simply sent: Wow, he's pretty lucky Patrick: I'm gonna make him cum in my mouth now, then when we get there he's going to fuck me as soon as we can After a very long pause: Can I watch? Patrick smiled at me when we heard that text: Yes daddy, I'd like that Then Patrick re-doubled his efforts on my hard dick, without stopping he slathered me with his tongue, stroked me with his hand and lips, and squeezed me with his narrow throat. Even though I had to watch the road, my occasional glances down reminded me of how lucky I was to be serviced by this beautiful, cheeky, exciting and intelligent boy. As the warmth of his oral cave surrounded me I was catapulted past the stopping point, my eyes briefly losing focus as my orgasm overtook me. My balls clenched and my cock flexed in Patrick's young mouth, shot after shot of my man cum filling his adolescent mouth. I managed to keep us on the road, cruise control helping greatly, as Patrick pursed his lips around my tip to suck out the last dribbles of cum. He gave me a smile with the jizz still in his mouth and grabbed the walkie-talkie, then keyed the mic and loudly swallowed. Once his mouth was clear of semen, he said, "Oh, sorry, I was just swallowing my snack," then released the button for a second to laugh at his joke, then keyed it again and said, "Mr. Yardley said that we should stop for lunch, he has to poop," released the button and continued to laugh uncontrollably at my embarrassment. "Got it," came the short reply, while I glared at the rascal. We coordinated a place to stop, first stopping for gas. All of us used the bathroom, and when Mike and I found ourselves alone, he said to me quietly, "Did I just listen to my son swallow your cum?" Not sure of his reaction, I just gave a sheepish, "Yeah, you did." He looked at me with a still confused look and said, "Do you think that I'm sick that I wanted to know about it?" Then he said, even quieter, "I thought that was so hot, it made me think of when I was Patrick's age." We had made it outside and were well away from anyone overhearing when I answered, "First off, as far as being with young people, I obviously have no moral high ground," I confessed, "but I really, strongly believe that if it's consensual that it's ok." I explained, then went on, "And I guess that I feel the same about you and your son. He was the one pushing it today, not you, so I think this may be what he's after." "You think so?" he answered. "Yeah, I do," I told him, "and I'll tell you what, last night, he started calling me `daddy'," then I leaned closer, "while I was fucking him," I finished in a whisper. Mike gave me another wide-eyed look, "Yeah," I continued in response to his unstated question, "at the time I thought that he was just trying to turn me on, but now I know; he was dreaming that it was his real dad." He looked down at the ground for several moments, then back to me, "I couldn't do that," he finally told me, "but I'd like to see you guys together." "I think that's really hot, and he seemed turned on by the idea, so we'll figure it out," I said, then had a thought, "wait here one sec," I told him, then climbed inside my truck. I grabbed my spare key and brought it back out and handed it to Mike, "Let's not make it a big planned thing, if it feels right, come let yourself in," I explained, "besides, you already know the deepest, darkest secret in my life, so there's nothing that you can see that I'd be embarrassed about." Jingling the key for emphasis, he answered, "Thanks, I like that plan," then as an afterthought, "can you make sure that it's ok with Patrick?" Smiling, I told him, "Of course, but I know the answer already." We drove the rigs next door to a local restaurant where we could sit down, since aside from their date the day before, none of us had eaten out for a few days and fast food seemed like a waste. I was amazed at how at ease Patrick was, showing zero shyness or reluctance to engage with Mike, even after the unbelievable exchange that we had on the road. Of course, Mike, like I had been that very first night after Patrick and I had sucked each other in the bathroom, was a complete mess. He was nervous, fidgety, and distracted. Fortunately Sue just chalked it up as her husband "spacing out" and left Patrick and I to be entertained by his discomfort. After lunch we hit the road again. With both Patrick and I experiencing an orally coaxed climax that morning, things were a little less urgent, with him being able to focus on school and me to listen to some podcasts and keep us safe on the road. We arrived in Moab and spent much of the afternoon getting settled and exploring the new campground, which included a pool that immediately drew Patrick while the grown-ups set up their rigs. We cooked a joint meal and spent the evening outside between our rigs, enjoying another gorgeous night and even chatting with some of our fellow travelers. About nine o'clock Sue announced that she was turning in, and I wondered what Mike would do, seeing this as a good opportunity if he was really interested in joining us. There was still no discussion between father and son about the morning, or the last three days for that matter. During the drive I had secured from Patrick his agreement to his father being present when we were together, telling me that he thought that it was exciting. But without the distance offered by an electronic device, neither was able to address the "issue" with each other face to face, despite Patrick's continued ease around his dad. We decided to turn in shortly after Sue, wanting to take advantage of the short amount of time that we had before a reasonable bedtime for a twelve year old. As you know, I'd love to tell you about every detail of that night; the feeling of Patrick's always hard dick on my lips and tongue, the feel of his own mouth as he easily handled my adult cock, how he tasted as I licked his freshly washed anus. But what I want to tell you about is what happened when we were on the bed, me moving inside of him as we faced the wrong way, the boy's head hanging upside down over the side. The whole time Patrick never tired of calling me "daddy", his excitement growing with each use of the word. I had no doubt that despite our love and desire for each other, on some level he wished that it was another man sliding his cock into the velvety sheath of his rectum. It was while we were in this position, as I held him to me while I slammed into the boy, his lithe legs wrapped around me, not letting me leave him as he panted, grunted and moaned with the effort of our coupling. "Oh...oh...yes...daddy...fuck me...yes...daddy," he cried out in a staccato rhythm, each word seemingly forced out by my balls slapping against his ass, that we heard the sound of a key in the door. The sound caused me to pause for a moment, and Patrick's eyes flew open as he looked up at me and we smiled at each other, both of us overjoyed at this development. The young boy wasn't happy about me stopping, and rocked his hips and pulled me tight to him to try and get me started fucking him again. As I heard the door open and the heavy footsteps step up into the van, I slowly pulled two inches of my cock out of its steamy, warm home inside my boy before thrusting hard against him causing him to grunt and sigh, once again throwing his head back so that he was looking forward in the van upside down. This was the sight that greeted his father as he stepped into the kitchen area of my rv; me above his son, holding his body to me as I slid roughly into him while I looked to the visitor, Patrick wincing and sighing as he too looked toward his father, the man looking stunned as he stepped closer. Based on his stated desire to watch us, I expected him to stop there, several steps from the bed, but that wasn't the case. As if in a trance, he continued to step forward, his eyes now glazed as he looked at Patrick while I slowly moved in him. "Daddy," the young boy pleaded as his father approached, "oh, daddy," he groaned as the man reached the end of the bed. Without stopping, he extended his hand and cupped his son's cheek in his palm. "Are you happy, son?" he said with a catch in his voice. "Yes! Yes, daddy!" he cried, "I'm so happy that you're here." "I love you, baby," Mike said softly and slid his hand down from the boy's face and onto his chest, continuing to reach between us down past the adolescent's abdomen, across his pubic area until his large hand engulfed his son's erect young cock. He looked up at me and asked, "Is it amazing?" "The best ever," I answered him. As Mike caressed his son's lovely penis and fondled his hairless scrotum, Patrick got the idea to return the favor. His arms had been spread out across the foot of the bed, but now he reached toward his dad, who was standing inches away from the boy's head, and drew his hand up between Mike's legs, rubbing the front of his shorts, massaging his father's hidden cock. "I want to see your dick," the boy said flatly and began to fumble with the man's zipper while still upside down. While they began to explore, I had leaned back slightly, but was still gently and slowly sliding in and out of my young lover. The scene was so sexually charged that I was concerned about shooting too quickly, so I tried to calm us down enough to match our new arrival's level of excitement by taking it slow. When I saw the awkwardness of Patrick's fumbling, I changed plans and slid out fully saying, "Flip over, baby, it'll be easier." Patrick did as suggested and got down on his knees and his elbows, his ass available to me but his hands still able to undress his father. Looking at the open eye of the youngster's anus, I lined back up and took him again with one steady push. As I hit bottom, Mike's shorts loosened enough to drop to the ground, his erection pointed up and tenting the top of his boxer briefs. Patrick sat up slightly to bring his elbows off of the bed and pull the last piece of clothing away from his father's body and over his hard cock, revealing his boner to his son's eyes for the first time. "Oh daddy, I love your cock," he said as he wrapped a hand around the adult organ. Mike and I were similarly hung, his cock standing proudly at about six inches, and it was leaking a profuse amount of precum, "Can I suck you daddy?" the beautiful boy asked. Mike didn't answer, but instead put one hand around his meat and the other behind the boy's head, guiding him toward the glistening glans. I heard the wet sound of the kid's lips parting and watched as the back of his head dropped, obviously engulfing his own father's large cock. The look on Mike's face was one of complete relief as he groaned, "Oh, my boy, that's so good," and he kept one hand on Patrick's head, gently running his fingers through his hair as he moved his hips to slide his dick in and out of the boy's mouth. Patrick had dropped one hand to the bed for balance, but was able to keep his other hand free to massage his dad's cock and reach down to sample the man's hairy sack. He was able to do this while pushing back against my new attack on his tunnel, my cock slipping easily through his ring and plunging to full depth in his gloriously warm sheath and then back out again. I was running my hands up and down the boy's back and sides, where his skin was becoming slick with a thin sheen of perspiration from how hard he was working as he was spit-roasted. He was grunting around his dad's dick every time that I thrust into him, the accompanied squeaks music to my ears as I watched the depraved act of incest taking place in front of me. And not one thing felt wrong, Patrick wanted it, Mike wanted it, and of course I wanted it. This was turning out to be the most natural, loving thing that I could imagine. "I used to love playing with the men's big cocks when I was your age," Mike shocked me by saying, "I must have swallowed a gallon of cum," he threw in, making my dick twitch in response. I never expected this confession. From Mike's previous statements, I thought that he kind of went along, but wasn't really into the man-boy sex of his youth. The truth was, he was just as dedicated as his glorious offspring. The excitement that had obviously been building all day for Mike meant that he wasn't going to last long. Since Patrick and I had been rutting for at least fifteen minutes after lots of oral play, neither of us was ready for a marathon either. I slid my hand around and found Patrick's slick nail defying gravity under him. He groaned as I jerked him with three fingers while continuing to slide my penis in and out of his well-used hole, "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum soon," I said, not intending the statement to be out loud. "Me too," Mike jumped in as he moved faster and faster in his son's talented mouth, "you're so beautiful, baby, I love you so much," he babbled in a rush of energy, his hips becoming a blur when he announced, "Oh, god! Yes, swallow my cock, baby, oh my god that's so tight," as he had apparently received the pleasure of being deep-throated by the amazing twelve-year-old. "Yes, do it, baby, make your daddy cum," I egged them on, "swallow your daddy's cum, do it," and Patrick worked even harder, meeting Mike's thrusts as he twisted his head around to tongue the whole shaft as it entered and exited his lips, stroking the exposed length with his hand in time to his sucking. "Yes, here it comes, baby, I'm cumming in you," Mike blurted out then groaned loudly and gave an extended, "Yes!" as his hips slowed and his whole upper body flexed as the first shot of his incestuous cum catapulted into the young boy's waiting mouth. He was literally shaking as he sent shot after shot of his spunk into his son, filling him up until he finally released the tension from his body while the last bit left him. He stayed inside Patrick for a bit as I continued to slam into him from behind. When Patrick finally drew his lips up the length of the cock to the tip and brought them together, he made an obvious swallow of the thick output. I wrapped my arms around the boy's middle and pulled him up to me, so that we were both on our knees as I pistoned into his soft, luxurious ass, his anal muscles milking my cock as I fucked him hard. As my orgasm approached, I once again slid my hand to his cock and felt the steel-hardness of the child, "Someone needs some help, daddy," I said holding the cock out to Mike. He got onto his knees on the floor and leaned onto the bed. I wasn't able to see, but I could tell that he was engulfing his boy's perfect dick. "Oh, yeah daddy, suck me, mmm," Patrick groaned. This final act of love between father and son was what brought me over the brink. The feel of the boy's warm body against me, his ass around me, we're too much and I groaned as my semen surged. "Oh, yeah!" I said reflexively as my brain fogged and my hips went on autopilot, the first shot of my cum flying into the boy's distended anus, followed by several more as I slid back and forth in and out of the sweet boy. Patrick groaned, "I can feel it, can feel you cumming," he announced, then started to twitch himself as he announced, "I'm going daddy, I'm cumming," and his body spasmed and flexed several times, his sphincter contracting and squeezing my wilting shaft. I was holding him up at that point, but as Mike pulled off and sat up, swallowing the small offering, Patrick fell forward into his father's arms and the two brought their lips together in a natural, post-coitus kiss. Gently I slid out of the boy, some of my semen following my dick out of the young ass as I collapsed back and watched as the two made out for the first time, a truly beautiful sight.