Date: Tue, 01 Jun 2004 07:17:53 -0400
From: Tristan
Subject: Breaking Down Barriers part 3

The story herein is copyrighted by the author. It contains descriptions of
sexual activity between consenting adults and is intended for adult readers
only.


The next morning Tom and I did not speak about what had happened the night
before. I was too embarrassed to discuss my part in it, seeing as he had
basically walked in on me just seconds after I had ejaculated while managing
to inadvertently target his pillow and sheets in the process.

We planned the entire day's activities around the four boys. We started with
a campfire breakfast near the lake, a game of six-man Frisbee in the
clearing, a pretty intense game of hide-and-seek in and around our three
cabins, then lunch, then hiking.

The afternoon sun had really taken its beating on us, so Tom suggested that
we take the boys down to the lake for a quick dip to cool off.

Brian and Mark, the two youngest, decided to float around in the big black
inner tube for awhile. They pulled off their t-shirts and hopped in, wearing
just their jean cut-offs, and sat opposite with their feet resting on either
side of the other's shoulders, against the edge of the tube.

Eric and Robert were more interested in some friendly competition.

"Hey Dad!" Eric called out to me as he and Robert reached the edge of water.
"Why don't you two race me and Robby out to that raft?"

"Yeah, Dad!" Robert chimed in. "I bet we can beat you two out there."

Tom looked at me and winked. "So, John, you up for a good swim?"

"I'm game. Let's see if we are in as good a shape as we think."

Tom pulled his white tank off over his head and began unbuttoning his denim
shorts. "Great. Well-- we seem to have this side of the lake pretty much to
ourselves, so why don't we skinny dip? We all brave enough?"

The boys looked at each other and started to laugh. "We figured you two were
the prudes around here," Tom's son Robert said as he kicked off his sandals
and started to undress. He looked a lot like his father, with perfect pale
skin, and short dark spiked hair. At sixteen, he was already developing into
a man and his pubes were growing in tight and curly like Tom's. I figured
that in another year or so he'd probably have has much body hair has his
father.

My son Eric seemed less convinced that skinny dipping was a good idea.
"Uh... what do you say, Dad?"

At this point Tom and his son were already naked and had dived in. "Come on,
you two!" Tom shouted back at us. "Get in so we can start the race. Don't be
chicken."

I turned back to Eric. "Whatever you want, son. I say we go for it. Really,
I don't think anyone can see us. And if they do, no big deal."

"Okay..." Eric hesitated. "You first."

I realized that ever since my son had begun going through puberty, we had
never seen each other naked. And that was true of my other son, Brian, as
well. It was an awkward moment for us, but I was impressed at the casualness
between Tom and Robert, and felt somehow that I had been too reserved as a
dad, and had perhaps passed on a certain prudishness to my sons.

I pulled of my gray t-shirt and shorts and stood there in my white briefs.
Then I stripped off my underwear and tossed them.

Eric followed suit and tossed his clothes into a pile next to mine. Right
then and there I realized that Eric, like Robert, was making his way towards
manhood... and I had never even considered sitting down with him or Brian to
have that talk about puberty and sexuality that my father had never had the
courage to have with me. And here was my son developing into a man in the
meantime, and I had basically done my best to ignore it.

"Son, you're starting to look more like you old man."

Eric's face blushed and he smiled from ear to ear. "You noticed?"

I patted him on the back and we waded in to the water. Tom and Robert were
busy monkeying around, trying to pull each other under the water.

"Okay," Tom called out authoritatively. "The first two men to make it out to
the raft get to swim back and start thinking about what to make for dinner
for the rest of us."

"Oh, yeah, no way dad!" Robert shouted.

Tom shook his head and chuckled. "Rob, those are the rules, take 'em or
leave 'em." Tom looked my way and winked again. Cleary he planned on letting
the kids beat us.

Needless to say, the boys made it the raft pretty easily as we hung back.
When Tom and I reached them moments later, both boys were treading water,
holding on to the side of the raft and cheering at the top of their lungs.

"Man you two are getting old," Eric shouted with excitement.

"Right, now, gentlemen" Tom cautioned, "You two star athletes have to head
back to shore and get your brothers to help you plan out the evening meal.
Don't worry, you can hang out with them for awhile if you like, but not too
long. We're getting hungry."

"Come on, Eric" Robert called out as he started to make for shore. "This
time I'll race ya'!"

The kids swam off towards shore as we watched them from the edge of the
raft. When they were safely back at the water's edge, Tom and I pulled
ourselves up onto the raft and sat down on the weathered gray wooden planks.
"I'm gonna close my eyes and take a nap," I said. I shook the water out of
my ears, and stretched my naked body out in preparation for a little shut
eye.

"Go ahead," Tom said. "I'll keep an eye out on the kids." He propped himself
up, leaning on his left arm. With his right hand he began to play with the
head of his dick.

"Before you fall asleep," he said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I think Eric and Rob are growing up faster than we might have thought."

"I think you might be right," I said in agreement. "They are starting to
look like men all of a sudden. And that goes for Brian and Mark too, come to
think of it."

Tom shook his head. "No, John, it's not just that."

I leaned up on my arm. "What do you mean?"

Apparently without thinking, Tom continued to play with his dick while we
talked, and it continued to grow and stretch out from its mound of wet,
curly black pubes. His dick head was getting full and pink, and glistened in
the sunlight.

"It's just," he added, "well, it doesn't mean anything, really..."

I was beginning to grow impatient. "Come on, Tom, spit it out."

"I mean that I walked in on Rob and Eric while they were in the middle of
dry humping this morning, before breakfast."

"Dry humping?"

"Yeah, don't worry, it's no big deal. Rob was on top of Eric and they
were... you know... rubbing their dicks together and grinding away.

I couldn't believe what Tom was telling me. "Do you mean they're both gay
and they were fucking around?"

"Gay? Who knows, maybe, but I doubt it. Did you know that your son swipes
your porn mags and brings them over to my house? They are both totally into
looking at pussy. And this isn't the first time I caught them- the last time
was about a week ago, and they were jerking off together."

"What do you mean, jerking off together?"

"Actually, I mean they had their hands on each others dicks and they were
jerking each other off. Look, it's typical teenage adolescent male stuff.
They probably started off a year ago just jerking off at opposite ends of
the bed. You know, little by little they start experimenting, and before you
know it they realize that the other guy's hand feels almost like a girl's,
and it's more fun than wanking it on your own. It's nothing to freak out
about. You must have had similar experiences when you were their age."

"No... never. Not once. It never even occurred to me." I started to wonder
if I had somehow missed out on some little-known rite of passage. "I... I
only thought about tits... tits and pussy... I couldn't wait to swipe my
first magazine from the store... I took it home and stared at pussy and
that's all I wanted."

"Okay buddy, easy." Tom could see that I was getting agitated. "I'm with you
on that. I didn't have any experiences like Eric and Rob's either. This is
new to me too, but I've done some research, and it's really considered
pretty normal and average male bonding stuff. In fact, you can imagine how
the boys reacted when I first walked in on them. It took me a good twenty
minutes to assure them that I was okay with it and that they didn't need to
worry or feel ashamed. Eric begged me not to tell you about it, and I
didn't, until now, but I think you have a right to know."

"Thanks, I guess..." I said with some hesitation.

"What is it?"

"It means that I have to do some research myself so that I am not caught off
guard with this stuff. I think I've been ignoring my kid's adventure into
puberty. Margaret certainly never spoke to them about sex or masturbation,
so I guess it's up to me now."

"Look, you can handle it," Tom added reassuringly. "We both can. We've each
got two growing boys and they're bound to experiment. Think of how your
hormones started raging at their age. Mine haven't quit yet and I'm almost
43!"

"I read you. But I'm not sure I understand about this business of having
another guy's hand on your dick, and somehow it's supposed to feel like a
girl doing it? I just don't buy it for a second."

"Look, John." Tom sat up and crossed his legs. When he pulled his hand away
from his dick, it stood almost straight up between his legs. "I'm hard right
now. It's my hand that got it this way, and my brain that did the
translating. It's as simple as that. When you masturbate, who's doing it?
It's your hand, a man's hand, stroking your dick when you wank off. Did you
ever think of that?"

I had to admit that I hadn't, but that it did make perfect sense. "Okay, I
got it... you're right, I suppose."

"Of course I'm right. When you jerk off, you close your eyes and think about
pussy, tits, whatever. Yeah, you think about licking pussy, fucking pussy.
But there's no pussy there... it's just your hand that's doing all the
stroking. The brain fills in the rest."

"Yeah, but it's MY hand..."

"Okay, I'll prove it to you, tonight when we hit the sack I'll prove it to
both of us. We'll do a little experiment so that you understand exactly what
our kids are going through."

My eyes widened. "Experiment? What kind of experiment?"

"Relax, I've got an idea. Don't worry, it's no big deal... trust me."


I couldn't imagine what Tom was talking about. If he thought that he and I
would have a wank together, he had to be mistaken. While I was curious about
all the things he was saying, I still could not get passed the notion of
touching, or being touched, by another guy. My hand is my hand... and that's
the only way I could envision it.

For the next few hours I forgot all about our conversation on the raft. We
had a great dinner of hotdogs and hamburgers around the campfire. We all
tossed around the football for awhile, and then decided it was time to call
it a night. The kids headed off to their cabins and Tom and I did the same.
I took my shower first, then while tom was taking his I decided I needed to
take a shit.

I sat down on the bowl and began to do my thing. About five minutes later I
was still in the middle of it when Tom came in, naked, with his towel over
his shoulder.

"Wo, that stinks, buddy," he remarked as the door closed behind him. "I
should have taken a longer shower."

I started to feel uncomfortable. This was the first time I was actually
taking a crap with someone watching me.

"Sorry... just returning the favor."

"Understood!" Tom sat down on the edge of his bunk and started to dry the
bottom of his feet. "Well, John, as soon as you're ready we'll try that
thing I was telling you about. I've worked it all out. So wipe the shit off
that hairy ass of yours and we'll get started."

"Hey" I said as I reached for the roll of toilet paper on the floor, "I
never said I was willing to experiment. I'm not sure what this is about." I
finished wiping and flushed.

"Damn, your shit stinks." Tom said, and tossed his towel unto the dresser.
"Look, relax, I'll stand here by the dresser and you stretch out on my bunk.
Get rid of those sweat pants. Trust me, it's the only way to really know
what our kids are going through."

"Okay, for the kids." I reluctantly stretched out naked on Tom's bunk. He
shut off the light.

"Okay," he began. "Pretend that you are alone and you need to get off
and..."

"Okay, first I'd need a magazine..." I interrupted.

"No, imagine there's no porn around. It's you and your imagination. You mean
you can't manage it?"

"No, sure I can," I replied.

"Okay, I'll just stand here. I won't look. Close your eyes tight. You just
start stroking."

I did as Tom instructed. I closed me eyes and started squeezing my soft
dick. It responded immediately and began to stiffen. I looked over at Tom.
Thankfully, just as he said, he wasn't watching me. He had pulled on a pair
of boxers and was looking away, so I felt a bit more comfortable.

"Ok John, what are you thinking about?" he asked.

"I'm thinking about eating pussy."

Tom chuckled. "Very good, man. Go for it. Eat that pussy."

I laughed too. "This is silly... fuck you!"

"No, really, sorry, come on," Tom continued, more seriously this time. "Back
to business. You're thinking about pussy. This hot blonde with big tits is
sitting on your face, spreading her cunt, and there you are beneath her
licking up her hot juices. All the while you are stroking your dick."

"Okay, I'm with you." With my eyes closed I continued to ride the wave of
pleasure. I kept stroking my dick while visualizing what Tom was describing
in my head.

"How's it feel?" he asked quietly?

"Good... great... getting close..."

"Good, John, now just relax."

I was getting close to climaxing, but didn't really understand the point of
Tom's exercise, except that it was true that the sex was taking place inside
my head, and I didn't care that it was only my hand that was doing the
wanking.

A few seconds later I felt Tom's hand close around mind. "Keep stroking," he
instructed. His hand was pressed over mine, guiding my motions as we
continued to stroke my dick. "We'll guide each other."

I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, but Tom quickly placed his other hand
on my chest, firmly. "Lay back, close your eyes, that's an order."

I did as he said. I was close now, and didn't want to stop the pleasure.

"Okay, I'll take over." He lifted my hand and wrapped his own around my
dick. "Move your hips with me. You're almost there."

He moved his left hand from my chest and reached for my balls.

"Here, spread your legs a little."

With his left hand he began to massage the outside of my ass hole. A few
seconds later he moved those fingers to my nose. "Breathe in, smell that
pussy."

The heady odor of my own ass put me over the top. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Yeah, shoot it, come on..." Tom followed the rhythm of my hips grinding
against the pressure of his hand. We seemed to be in total sync. I tensed
up, and Tom slowed and tightened even more. I arched, and shot a long,
powerful load of cum all over my chest.

"Keep it going!" I moaned.

Tom kept milking my dick for more. Finally he slowed down.

"Hold on," he said, "it's not over."

My eyes were still closed when I felt something hot and wet on my lips. Tom
had scooped up some cum from my chest and was rubbing it across my mouth.
"Taste your own cum." He pressed open my mouth and began to feed me my own
cum. "That's a boy, that's what I want to see. Eat it."

Tom continued to play with my dick as it began to soften. "Good job, John.
We'll talk about this in the morning. Stay where you are, we'll switch bunks
for tonight."

My eyes were half closed and I was falling asleep fast. "Right..."

I opened my eyes in time to see Tom disappear into the top bunk.