Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1998 06:25:38 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Flint

Hi! Remember me? My name's Benjamin Jeffery Holten, but everybody calls me
Bolt. Back in August I wrote and posted the story about how my Dad and me
became lovers. If you haven't read it yet you might want to before you read
this, it'll just put things in the right order, but if not it's cool with
me.  For those who haven't read "Bolt" let me fill you in on a few things
so you aren't confused, those who have can skip to the next paragraph. Dad
is only 15 years older than me, he knocked up my mom and his family raised
me. We've lived alone together since I was 7 and he was 22. He teaches high
school and we've been lover since two years ago last August. I'm totally
gay (and cool); Dad's bisexual (and super cool), though he hasn't been with
a woman in years. That's more than you need to know.

Lots has happened in the last six weeks.  I turned 20 -- a milestone.  I
transferred from the local community college into my junior year at the
University of South Florida. I got a new (1990 Volvo) car.  We live only
two miles from campus so, unless it was raining, I rode my bike. I settled
into the school's routine quickly since I was real familiar with the campus
already. I'm majoring in multimedia, but I also have a minor in U.S.
History. I signed up for a course on the Civil War and that's where I met
Flint.

Well I really didn't meet him, at least not for a couple of weeks, but I
noticed him. I couldn't help it. He's one of those beefy, buffed out,
blonde surfer dude types. He's about my height, 6', but with a way bigger
body.  Wide shoulders; a tapered, but solid torso; strong sturdy legs; a
tight bubble butt; all clearly, but not overly defined. His neck was thick
and sinewy, supporting a truly beautiful face with full lips, sparkling
blue eyes, a perfectly shaped nose and flaxen hair which hung down in a
casual Dutch boy cut. Not that I was sexually attracted to him, not really.
I'm madly in love with my Dad, but with someone who looks like Flint you
couldn't help notice.

He was also painfully shy. He kept to himself, speaking only if the
professor called on him. Even if I'd wanted to approach him, he didn't seem
approachable. I sure wasn't about to try. Then fate came into play. The
professor made an assignment which required students to pair up and work on
a research project which would count for a quarter of the final grade. I
was paired up with Flint. Our assignment was to find willing black persons
from whom we could record a verbal history of slavery as handed down in
their families. I found the assignment intriguing and my partner
fascinating. After class Flint and I shook hands, meeting really for the
first time. He was very matter of fact, somewhat distant, zero charisma. We
agreed to meet at the library that evening at 8:00 to discuss our project.
That was it. He went his way and I headed for my bike.

Dad came home about an hour after I arrived. He looked tired and sweaty.  I
went up to him, put my arms on his shoulders and around his neck. I looked
up into a face which was just a slightly older version of my own. I kissed
him lightly on the lips. "I know just how to make you feel better."

He laughed and smiled, but didn't resist as I took his hand and led him
down to our bedroom. I pushed him down on the edge of the bed then went to
my knees. I removed his tasseled loafers then tugged off each of his socks.
He had his arms outstretched supporting himself as he leaned back on the
bed. I reached up and unbuttoned the madras sport shirt he was wearing,
pulling it free from his waist, opening it to reveal his firm hard chest
and light dusting of dark hair, but not removing it. Next I moved my hands
to his belt, unbuckling it. I undid the top button of his Dockers. He
leaned back a little further, giving me access as I unzipped him.  He
raised himself as I tugged on the waistbands of his pants and underwear. I
pulled them down far enough to give me total room to operate. He was
already up hard and pumping streams of man honey. I started with his balls,
lapping and sucking up the juices, slowly I ran my tongue up the underside
of his shaft, tasting him. It only made me crave the stronger flavor of his
cum. I took the head into my mouth swirling my tongue around the sensitive
knob, sending a rush through Dad so that he instinctively shoved his prick
deeper into my mouth. I responded by swallowing him to the hilt. I held
still there for a minute, allowing my throat to adjust to the monster
invader.

I knew from lots of experience that when Dad came home from work tired and
beat, he liked nothing better than a long, slow blow job which coaxed the
cum out of his balls. That's exactly what I gave him.  For 30 minutes Dad
laid back in a half-asleep state while my lips, tongue, mouth and hands
made slow love to his hard thick cock and balls. When the pleasure got too
much for him Dad's breathing got louder and quicker, a wave of sensation
rippled through his body as he poured his thick semen into my mouth. I held
it there, bathed his cock in its own sauce, slid my mouth from his shaft
and just tasted the rich, earthy flavor of it. I swallowed it all in one
gulp. Dad seemed nearly passed out.  I looked at his still half-hard dick
and couldn't resist. I homed in on it taking it completely into my warm
mouth.

Dad's reaction was instant.  He jumped up into a sitting position, pulling
himself free from my lips. "Whoa, boy, there's just so much a fella can
take. It was fantastic, but too much of a good thing is too much. Why don't
we trade places so I can return the favor?"

"I'd love it, but can I have a rain check on that until after I get back
from the library tonight?"

"Sure thing, nothin' I like better than a good cock just before bed." He
smiled and gave my hard on a good natured grope, "but are you sure you want
to wait?"

"I'm sure. I have to meet a guy that I'm working on a History project with
and I don't want to be too mellowed out."

I told Dad about our assignment and then about Flint.

"Sounds like you have yourself a crush on this guy?

"No, I just think he's super good-looking. Besides, he's terminally
straight. Why you jealous?"

"Kinda, sorta, but not really. Listen, Bolt, we'll always be together, but
if you wanna play around a little, I can understand that, hell we might
even play around together. So if you meet somebody like this Flint
character and you want to have a fling, don't think twice. Life is too
short."

"Don't worry, Dad, I love you. I could never love anyone more than I do
you."

"What's love got to do with it. I'm talkin' sex, down and dirty, just for
the fun of it."

"Yeah, OK, I got it. Don't matter though, cause like I said Flint's 100%
hetero."

"Yeah, well there are plenty of heteros who still like getting their tubes
cleaned and are more interested in the quality of the cock sucking than the
gender of the sucker. You've heard the old joke: What's the difference
between a straight guy and a gay guy?"

"I give up."

"A six pack."

We both laughed, when Dad added, "Remember my first blow job from a guy? My
good, but very drunk, straight friend, Buddy."

"Maybe you're right, but I don't have the balls to put it to the test. If I
did and got shot down it could make the next couple of years at USF a
bitch."

"Even for Boltin' Holten, star of the track team?"

"More so."

We took a shower together and then went out to the kitchen to put together
dinner. I made salad while Dad grilled burgers on the patio. We ate at the
kitchen table making small talk. As we were finishing up the conversation
turned back to my History assignment and Flint.

"Why don't you invite him over here to for dinner and study, I'd like to
get a look at your surfer god."

"I might just do that, think you can keep your hands off him?"

"I'll try."

The meeting with Flint went well. Turns out he had a personality, it just
took time to come out, but as the evening wore on he began to warm up. What
a nice guy and as bright as he was good-looking. We wrapped up at about
10:00 and walked over to the Student Union to have a coke and talk about
something other than history.  Here's what I learned about him: He's 24,
born and raised by a hippie Mom in Monterey, California, he didn't know who
his father was. He had come to Florida four years earlier with his
girlfriend. They lived in Daytona and seemed happy when one day she just up
and left him for some rich guy from Lauderdale. He drifted around, but
didn't want to go back to Monterey. He ended up in Tampa and enrolled at
USF two years ago. I asked him about his unusual first name and he said his
Mom, who's called Lilac Sunshine, thought Flint was earthy. He said he's
thankful he hadn't been name Moon Light or Starshine.

I told him about myself. That I'd never met my mother, that my Dad was only
15 years older than me. That we live together and were best friends. I left
out the part about being lovers. In a strange way Flint seemed pleased that
my background was as weird as his. He was more than happy to accept an
invitation to dinner and we set it up for Friday night.

True to his word Dad gave me an A-1 blow job as soon as I got home. I have
to admit that more than once while he was working on me I fantasized that
it was Flint's lips locked tightly around my cock. I shot harder than
usual.

On Friday Flint arrived right at 6:00. He was wearing thin gray sweat
shorts, a matching tee shirt and a pair of flip flops.  He looked super
fine.  I'd never seen him wearing anything so revealing and for the first
time noticed that he was packin' some heavy equipment between his legs. I
noticed Dad didn't miss it either. Flint didn't notice anything, he seemed
completely unaware of how good-looking and sexy he was.

The evening went well, we had steak, baked beans and a green salad. Each of
us had a couple of beers and Flint loosened up noticeably. It was midnight
by the time he left.

He'd hardly got to his car when Dad said, "I can see why he turns you on.
He's some hunk."

Over the next couple of weeks Flint became a regular fixture around the
house. Sometimes we were working on our project, sometimes just hangin'
out. Dad spent some time with us and Flint seemed to really like him --
understandable since he'd never had a dad.

For my birthday, October 2, my grandparents decided to take me to Disney
World. I really didn't want to go, but I could afford to cut Friday classes
and I couldn't disappoint them, so off we went. Dad couldn't come with us
since he had to teach.

We had a good time, me watching them watching me thinking I was having a
good time. It worked, but I was thankful that older folks don't like to be
out too much after dark, so it was only 8:00 when they dropped me off in
front of the house. They didn't want to come in. I was glad because Flint's
car was in the driveway.

I walked into the house. Dad and Flint had a cake, ice cream and wrapped
presents waiting for me. A mini-surprise party. It made me really happy. We
ate the cake and ice cream. I unwrapped the gifts. Dad gave me a scanner
for my computer and Flint gave me a biography of FDR who he'd learned was
one of my idols. I thanked them both. I was disappointed when Flint said he
had to leave, it was only 9:30.

As soon as he was gone Dad took me in his arms and gave me a long deep
kiss. It had me up and hard almost immediately.  "Why don't you go take a
long hot shower. Then I'll give you a real special 20th birthday gift."

"How can I refuse an offer like that?" I nearly ran to the bathroom.

What did Dad have in mind? I forced myself not to take hold of my cock and
pump it.  I scrubbed every inch of my body, I wanted to smell and taste
sweet anywhere Dad could put his tongue. I shampooed my hair, and then
applied a coat of body lotion. I wanted to be pleasing for Dad, for some
reason I was as horny as I ever remembered being. I shut the water and was
drying myself off when Dad came into the bathroom carrying a terry cloth
robe.  He was naked and his cock was sticking out straight in front of him.
He helped me into the robe and then took the towel and dried my hair.  He
then brushed in down.  He took me into his arms once again, kissing me
softly. "I love you more than you'll ever know."

"Me too," was all I could manage. He took me by the hand and led me to our
bedroom. I reached the door and froze. There in the middle of the bed,
stretched out naked as a jay bird, was Flint. His cock was standing up
tall, at least a good eight inches and thicker than Dad's. It looked like
the rest of him, big, butch and good enough to eat.

I looked blankly at Dad. "What? How?"

Dad was grinning from ear to ear, "Later, I'll explain it all to you later,
but right now your buddy over there is real horny and he just loves having
his cock sucked. So happy birthday from both of us. Give him what he needs
and take what you want."

I didn't really understand what was happening, but I wasn't crazy, I didn't
care. I went right over to the bed and Flint spread his legs wide as I
approached.  Dad, who was right behind me slipped the robe off me as I dove
between the two strong outstretched limbs, going straight for his beautiful
piece of meat. I felt just as I had that first time I went down on Dad,
only this time with the confidence that came from experience.  I began
making love to Flint's tool with the lust of a sex starved stud, making him
groan and moan under my enthusiastic sucking. At the same time I felt Dad's
tongue enter my ass. He probed around, rimming me with gusto, making me
hotter still. I took Flint to the hilt, deep throating his massive monster
meat until the lack of oxygen was making me lightheaded. I could feel the
shaft throbbing and pulsing against the walls of my throat. I glanced up at
his face, he looked dazed, his eyes were open but unfocused, his expression
one of total sexual desire.
 
Dad, after reaming out my butt hole, had moved on to my cock and balls.  He
was on the floor at the foot of the bed, feasting on his son's engorged
love rod.  I was overwhelmed by oral lust and sensations. Flint began
thrusting his hips upward, savaging my throat with his need for release as
Dad performed magic with his mouth, bringing me dangerously close to the
edge of ecstasy.

Flints moans were building toward a crescendo, I felt his cock in my mouth
increase its girth, I knew I would soon me rewarded with the pure essence
of him. I moved my mouth up on his shaft, wanting to savor the full flavor
of his offering, working the sensitive underside of his rod with the flat
of my tongue. Suddenly Flint arched his back upward, nearly pulling himself
away from me. I managed to hang on as his megaload erupted, filling my
mouth with the thick, hot fluid gushing straight from his balls. He settled
back down on the bed as I unloaded into Dad, my cry muffled by the 8 inch
beast still discharging its load in my mouth. Neither Dad nor I let loose
of our respective prizes until they were totally drained. I'd gulped down
every drop Flint managed to produce, while Dad sucked down all I had.  When
I finally let Flint free, I could hardly move, I just rolled over onto my
back and lay there exhausted.  Dad was still on the floor, his back leaning
against the foot of the bed. It was Flint who moved first.  He positioned
himself over me and looking down at me said, "Happy Birthday, Bolt." Then
he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.

I was shocked. Though I really hadn't taken a whole lot of time considering
the details of our little encounter, I guess I'd assumed that he was just a
horny straight dude looking to get his rock off. The kiss changed my
assumption. I looked up at him, put my arms around his neck and pulled him
toward me. Instantly we were locked together, our tongues entwined, our
bodies wrapped in each other's. I was amazed to feel my cock hardening
again rapidly and delighted when his own hard 8 incher began to grind
itself against me. We were so lost in each other that I barely heard the
bedroom door close. Dad had left us to each other. We made love the whole
night.  Fucking, sucking, rimming, licking, we did it all. I lost count but
I know I came at least four more times and I was counting the five more
loads that Flint deposited in or on my body. We actually fell asleep while
sixty-nining.

It was 11:00 when Dad woke us. "Hey, you two, it's time to get up! What do
you want for breakfast?"

I looked at Flint and he looked at me, we both grinned as we read each
others minds. It was Flint who said, "You."

With that we both grabbed Dad and pulled him down on the bed, between us.
Together we attacked every part of his body.  Fifteen minutes later, as I
was giving his balls a working over with my tongue, he shot a heavy load
into Flint's mouth.  Not one drop was missed and when the orgasm had
subsided Flint grabbed my head and we connected in a deep, open kiss in
which he shared what Dad had given him. We then knelt on both sides of my
drained Dad, quickly beating off loads which sprayed all over his face.

Around the breakfast table, Dad and Flint filled me in on what had led up
to my super birthday gift. The previous Sunday, I'd gone over to my
grandparents for dinner. Dad had stayed home to correct some tests to be
returned the following day. Flint had dropped over and finding Dad alone,
began trying to seduce him. Turns out Flint had been gay all of his life.
His "girlfriend," who'd run off with the other guy was actually named
Tom. Anyway he was turned on to both me and Dad, but assumed we were
straight. He figured he had a better chance of seducing an older, single
straight man, than a 20 year old.

Dad, of course knew almost immediately what Flint was up to, but strung him
along. He knew I was turned onto Flint, as was he. He figured we could take
advantage of the situation and turn it into a family affair. One thing led
to another and before long the two of them had sucked each other off and
plotted my birthday surprise. Surprised I was, pleased too.

That was two weeks ago today. Since then Flint has all but moved in with
us. I don't know where this is going, but it's great for now. I know that I
love my Dad, more than anything and he loves me just as much; nothing will
ever change that.  But we're also falling in love with Flint and he with
us.  Flint is like my brother/lover and Dad is like his father/lover.  It's
working so far and I hope it lasts.