Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2018 19:31:04 +0000 From: Devon Campbell Subject: "Accidental Lovers" This is a story about a man and a teenage boy who meet up at a nudist group and discover that they are dad and son. All legal disclaimers apply. The story is fiction. If this topic offends you, do not read any further; and ask yourself why you are at this site. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinion; I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome. Contact me at Peterbilt1228@live.com. **111 - Accidental Lovers (Dad and Son) Accidental Lovers (Dad and Son) I saw the banner and poster at one of the gay bath houses I frequented .....Naked Weekend. It was an event co-sponsored by the bath house along with a men's nudist group. I knew the place; an ultra-private property outside of a little town in southern Missouri. I'd been to one of their nudist gatherings closer to home, where I'd met the young stud, Dan; where I'd gotten fucked on horseback. This sounded like an even bigger event; with the bath house co-sponsoring it. I signed up and gladly paid the fifty dollar fee and got my pass. The weather was perfect. August is a perfect month for me; warm, even sultry, perfect for being naked. I arrived late Friday afternoon. Unlike the other time, there was a guard at the gate. He was a big, young, burly guy dressed in military gear; pants bloused over black boots, a deep green T-shirt that he was bursting out of, and a cap to match. Couldn't help noticing too, how the front of his pants bulged. He wasn't armed except for his arms sticking out of his sleeves, and his chest bulging against his shirt, but nobody was going to argue with him. In true military fashion, he didn't smile but he was friendly enough. He welcomed me and asked for my pass. "I've been to one of these things before, but there wasn't a guard," I said. He shrugged. "They hired me, that's all I know," he said. "You're for real, aren't you?" I said. "What do you mean?" "You didn't get that uniform from an Army surplus store." He almost laughed and I almost melted. "No, the supply sergeant would take offense at his supply room being called a surplus store." "Well, it's a comfort to see that our country is in good hands," I said. "Or arms," I added, openly staring at his massive arms. He gave a little grin then, and looked embarrassed. "Are you invited past the gate, or are you stuck with guarding it?" I asked. "I'm here for the duration, but I'm allowed to sleep on duty if I need to," he said. "I'll let you in." He walked over and unlatched the gate and swung it open with one hand. His arm bulged against the easy strain. I was swallowing excess spit at the sight of his butt. His bicep curled up the size of a grapefruit as he waved me through. "Thanks. I'll come down and keep you company later, and bring you a beer," I said. "Appreciate it," he said. I was breathing a little heavy as I drove up the long, winding lane. If I met no one else of interest the whole weekend, he would be worth the time and money spent. There were only a few vehicles and a handful of people there, all older. By older, they looked like they were close to being retired, if not already. Godd, don't let this be a gathering of trolls, I thought. I was no spring chicken myself but I put most of these guys to shame. I joined them under a massive weeping willow tree and one of them reached down and got a beer out of a cooler. "Well, finally, something of interest," he said, handing me the beer. "Welcome. You just lowered the average age of attendees to seventy," he joked. "There's nobody here even close to seventy," I said. I was lying, but a couple of them were damn fine looking older guys. They must've been total studs in their younger days. Still, I was top of the class among them. "I'm waiting for the school bus to pull up with all the high school jocks," one of them said. "Alex, you are going to get your ass arrested if you don't stop picking up young boys," another said. "A twenty dollar bill is a great lip sealer," Alex said. "Besides, I've wondered just how bad it could be in prison, being used by all those horny prisoners every night. Not to mention the guards." Another man drawled, "I think those horny prisoners are on the lookout for new young meat. They're not going to want your sagging ass." When I said I joined them, I didn't sit down. I stood around sipping my beer, smiling and laughing at their banter and vowing that I would not ever get that old. I was going to be forever forty, and I would always look twenty. "How did a young hunk like you manage to get here so early, don't you have a job?" one man asked me. "Yes, but it's my own business; I can be away any time I want," I said. Another car drove up; the guy looked to be sixty or so but he was in good shape. Then two guys got out of a pickup, both younger than any of us; early to mid-twenties I guessed. They looked like college men. "Oh, Godd, tall, lean and lanky.....they're going to be hung like horses," someone said quietly. "Well, I think I'll go down to the pond and go fishing before people want to go swimming," I said. I'd seen the sign that swimming was delayed till guys who wanted to went fishing; Swimming Only After Fishing. No Soap Or Shampoo In Pond. Showers Located At End Of Garage. "What? Two young, hung hunks show up and you go fishing? What are you, straight or something?" "I don't know; what day is it?" I left them laughing and walked down the grassy slope to the large, man-made pond where there were fishing poles, and supposedly fish worms furnished. It wasn't that I was not interested in the two hunks; I just didn't want to get in the fray over them like I knew there would be. There would be plenty of time to get acquainted with them later if they were so inclined. And I was narcissist enough to believe that they would be attracted to me over most of the other men there. I got a pole, a tuna can of worms and an empty bucket and walked around to the other side to a small fishing dock built out low over the water. They said the pond was well stocked. I hoped so; I planned to catch enough to share for supper. I also had a vantage point where I could see what was going on up at the house and also see new arrivals as they drove by. Several more vehicles pulled up, including a Jeep with three younger guys. I wasn't stalking my prey but I had come for sex and they looked very promising, but my mental eye was also on the hunky guard. Then another older model pickup pulled up. The door opened and one leg appeared over the edge of the seat and a boot set on the running board, leaving a bare calf exposed. He leaned across like he was getting something out of the glove box or off the floor, offering a spectacular view of most of his butt and more of his leg. Then he straightened, and there was something about the jeans clad thigh and the hiking boot that hit the ground that really got my attention. His upper leg filled out the denim material of the cutoffs nicely, and I had a natural attraction for boots. He came the rest of the way out of the truck and my interest was piqued. The picture was complete; clearly that of a stud. He slammed the door and looked all around, curious of course, and also looking a little apprehensive. He was young, probably still in his teens, I hoped, and built, and from the distance he was good looking, with a shock of unruly light brown hair and the squared features of an athlete. He walked up the slope toward the house and I watched the younger guys greet him with handshakes. He was polite enough to speak to all the other older guys under the willow tree but it was pretty obvious from where I sat that the younger guys were vying for his attention, and maybe he for theirs. With the twenty somethings there, I didn't give myself much hope for landing the kid. I was sure he would naturally gravitate to the younger ones even though they were probably only a few years older than him. I would settle for any one of them....and, if all went well, the guard. By settle, I meant I wouldn't get in the fray of trying to win any one of them over; I would just go with the flow. Even at my relatively young age you had to settle for what you could get from a stable of guys like that. I went back to focusing on fishing. The pond was well stocked and they were biting. I was surprised about a half hour later when I saw the teenager coming down the slope. I still didn't get my hopes up. I was the only one there but he was probably just coming down to check out the pond for swimming, or maybe he wanted to fish. I was encouraged when he walked around the pond toward the fishing dock were I was sitting. Also suddenly hopeful. A man couldn't help being hopeful over such a magnificent specimen wrapped in a thin white T-shirt and worn cutoffs slung low on his hips and covering barely half way up his thighs. "Are you catching anything?" he asked quietly. "Seven or eight so far, couple of good sized ones," I said. "Mind if I sit down? I'll be quiet," he said. I nodded to my side. "I'm about to finish up." "Are you going to throw them back or clean them?" he asked. "No, I'm not throwing them back, I caught them to eat." His face and eyes were younger than his body. Up close, I guessed him to be no more than eighteen, if that. "I think you only need seven to feed the multitudes," he joked. "I don't know but I'm not catching enough to feed the multitudes. I'll share them with anybody who likes fish," I said. "I'll try to get maybe three or four more, then I'm calling it quits." "I like fish. I'll clean 'em for you. And I can cook them," he said. "That'll earn you your supper," I said. We sat silently for several minutes. "Have you been here before?" he asked. "I've been to one of these gatherings, but not here," I said. "It was a smaller nudist group, but nothing on such a grand scale as this." "This is the first time I've ever been to anything like this," he said. "I was so nervous driving up the lane I almost turned around and drove off." "You don't act nervous," I said and he didn't; he came across as being very self-confident. "Anyway, there's no need to be. We're all birds of a feather....of like mind." He laughed. "I was even stalling getting out of my truck. I didn't know what to expect." "You have an air of confidence about you. And you seemed to get quite a welcome up there," I remarked, nodding to the house and the willow tree. "I was very relieved, everybody was so friendly," he said. "I'll bet. I noticed how the younger guys flocked around you. As for what to expect, well, you can expect to get hit on, that's for certain." He laughed again. "Are you with anybody?" he asked. "No." "Good. That is, if you don't mind me hanging around. I mean, I don't want to come across as a scared little boy....." "I don't mind at all. Glad to have your company," I said. "Especially since you're cleaning the fish." "As for getting hit on...I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings, but I...well, most of those guys up there are like my grandpa, and the younger ones....they look like college guys....they're a little too friendly ....aggressive, even." He stopped and swallowed, like he was having trouble getting it out. "I don't want to be a bother, but....well, you're older than me and I sorta have this thing for.....older guys and....not that you're old but I don't think you'd be as aggressive as those young guys." He was awkward about stating his case but I got the gist of it. "Well, I'm not ready for the geriatric willow tree, but I am old enough to be your father," I said. "That's fine. That's the age I meant. If you don't mind." "Hell no, I don't mind, but those younger guys are going to be very disappointed," I said with a smile. "I don't know what I'll say if they try to talk to me....I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings." "If they see you're hanging with me, I'm sure they'll respect that." "Yeah, maybe they'll think we're together." "Well, if we hang out together I guess we will be together," I said. We sat quietly, watching my pole, while I contemplated the night and what joys that might come with this boy. "Why don't you run up and get us a beer," I said. "Us? You mean I can have a beer?" "Hey, I'm not your dad. And you're not going to be driving are you?" "Nope." He jumped up and headed up the slope to the willow tree where almost everyone was gathered. I took it all in as he walked away, a quick scan of his powerful shoulders, his legs bulging inside his shorts. My focus fell to his butt. My Godd, it was an awesome set of gluts packed in there. The twin mounds of muscle flexed as he walked. He came back with two beers. He popped them both and handed one to me. "Here you go," he said cheerfully. He seemed such a happy kid. "My name's Todd, by the way." "Pete," I said, putting out my hand. "You have any trouble getting away from up there?" I joked. "They invited me to stay. I was tempted, just to watch. They're starting to really work the college guys over. Hey, you've got a bite there." "I know. He's a big one. I'm playing with him." "They've got a fire started. They said they're waiting on the fish," he said. "Did you tell them we're not feeding everyone?" "Yeah." He laughed. "One old guy said if we ran out of fish he would settle for me." I reeled in the big one. "Damn, he'll feed two people," he said. And the boy would feed the multitudes. I decided to call it quits. Every moment I spent with my pole in the water was valuable time from other things. I had better things to do with my pole. Todd carried the bucket of fish. The host directed us to a bench out beside the stable where we could clean the fish. Todd was good at cleaning the fish. He said he would do it so I mostly stood and watched. "You're built for sports. What do you play?" I asked. "Wrestling, baseball, rugby." "That's what I would've guessed. Especially rugby, with those legs. So are you going to play college sports?" "Not this year. I'm a senior. I got held back in grade school so I'm sort of behind." "No you're not. It just means you're smarter than you would've been in your senior year." "I never looked at it that way." While I cleaned up the fish mess he took out his pocket knife and cut a bunch of sticks to skewer the fish. We made a big hit with the catch while some roasted hot dogs. We all sat around the fire and told jokes, mostly bad ones. The older crowd had a great time with Todd being the youngest, and also with the college guys. "Do you need a grandfather?" one of the guys asked Todd. "Could I rent you as my grandson for a week? I'll take you anywhere you want to go." "He means that," said another guy. Todd took it all in stride without committing to anything, but also without being impolite. I noticed the college guys trying to draw his attention in more serious conversation, asking him about sports and school, and girls. They were all naked or in their shorts by now; I got the impression they'd all taken a break from sex so they could eat, but they were trying to draw Todd in for some more fun. He gave them his attention but he wasn't drawn in. "Oh my God, we forgot to feed the soldier," someone said. "I'll take him something," Todd said eagerly, and jumped up and set about to fix a plate. "I don't remember ever having that much energy," one guy said, watching him rush down the hill. As he was walking down the drive with food and two beers another said, "I swear that little stud could fuck us all senseless and still run the four hundred meter." "That soldier gets hold of him, he won't be back for a while," another said. Then he looked at me. "How did you get so lucky to latch onto that little hunk?" "Actually, he sort of latched onto me," I said with a shrug. "I guess he likes to fish." "Did you let him use your pole?" "Watch out, he's probably looking for a sugar daddy." "I don't think so," I said. "He's too fresh faced innocent. I don't think he would have a clue about something like that." "He's here," another pointed out. "He may be clueless but he's just as curious." "I think his curiosity is what brought him here, not ulterior motives," I said. I was surprised when he didn't come back right away and I kept looking down the lane for him. "Maybe you should go check on your young stud before that soldier makes mincemeat out of him," one of the men said. "Well, he's not my boy, but....." I got to my feet. I wasn't worried, but I was curious, so I decided to go check on him. And it was a good opportunity to steer away from the crowd. I wasn't worried about that either, but I was anxious to get Todd alone and get to know him better. I met him part way down the lane and I wondered about the bounce in his step. I would soon learn that was simply his nature, to be upbeat. "Wow, I never saw so many muscles on one guy in my life," he said. "Oh, is that what took you so long? The others were getting worried about you." "And they sent you to check on me? Was I gone that long?" "Not really. I took the opportunity to get away from the crowd." We stood there in the moonlight, just off the drive, and it seemed awkward for some reason. I didn't want us to go back up to the willow tree, and I thought the boy felt the same way. I knew I should say something to breach the mood. "Did you bring a sleeping bag?" I asked. "Yes. You?" "Yes. Maybe you want share," I said boldly. "Yeah, we could do that." "Walk?" I said. "Sure." We walked up the slope but veered way out of the way of the willow tree and the others, toward the barn. I wondered if there were horses there. "It seems a bit brave of you to come here by yourself," I said. "Curiosity sometimes defeats cowardice." "That's well put." "I saw it as a chance, hopefully, to be with people who understand; like you said, birds of a feather." "Well, I'm not sure it's their intent to be understanding," I joked. "I think they're more interested in getting in your pants. So, where do you come from?" "Indiana." "That's quite a ways to come," I said. "Not really, I live right on the state line so it was just across Illinois." "You're not....out....to anyone." "Hell, no. That would be pretty much impossible at school. I think my Mom would be okay with it but I don't have the nerve to tell her yet." "What about your dad?" "He's not in the picture. I never knew my father." I started to ask more but thought better of it. "Well it took courage to come here. And don't worry, you'll find your courage with your Mom," I said. "Did you tell her where you were going?" "I told her I was going on a retreat." "Do you think she believed you?" "Yes. I think she knows there's something going on in my life but she'll let me deal with it. And it's not a total lie. This is sort of a retreat. I'm retreating from life to contemplate things. Does that sound like a justification?" "No, it sounds like you truly believe it," I said. "Hey, would you like to go swimming? There's nobody else fishing." "Sure." We walked back to the lake. I was surprised there was no one in the water; especially the college guys. We went out on the dock where Todd peeled his shirt off. Watching him undress was an event, the way his upper body seemed to expand when he raised his arms to take the shirt off, and how his broad chest muscles settled back on his rib cage like two thick steaks, then flexed as he undid his shorts. He was so perfectly muscled, already showing what a man he would soon be. His triceps danced and his stomach muscles pulled and rippled beautifully as he got rid of his shorts. At the same time he took off his shoes, then removed his socks. He was breathtaking in a pair of tiny white briefs that bulged impressively with the weight of his young manhood. "Are you going swimming in your clothes?" he asked, his head cocked and a curious smile, for I had not started to undress. "You said you don't mind the attention, I was watching you undress." "I don't, but the way you're watching me, it's a little embarrassing." "You should never be embarrassed about your body. Especially a body like that," I said as I began undressing. "I'm not. I said the way you were watching me." "You should be used to it, being built the way you are." "I am mostly, but it's different....with you...." "Why?" "I don't know; because of the circumstances of being here? And I guess because you're an older guy. The attention usually comes mostly from girls, or guys my age." I noticed how he watched me as well but I didn't say anything about it. When I was down to my shorts he openly raked his eyes over my body. His eyes lifted and caught my gaze. He gave me a goofy smile and I smiled back. "Are we going in like this?" he asked. "I don't think we should. After all, it is sponsored by a nudist group," I said. He didn't hesitate to pull his briefs down. Neither did I. He was standing sort of sideways from me so I didn't get a good look at him from the front but it was a wonderful side view of his bare, muscular butt. I was suddenly short of breath, watching him walk to the ladder. He climbed down the ladder into the water and swam off. I followed close behind. The moonlight was beautiful on the water, made more beautiful by the teenager in it. He was a graceful, powerful swimmer as I imagined he was in everything he did. "I gotta ask, how did you get built like that at such a young age?" "Working out and a good diet," he said. "I was playing baseball and one of the coaches took note of what a powerful runner I was. He asked me about playing rugby; said I had the legs for it, and the butt. I laughed; I thought he was making fun of my butt. But he didn't laugh, and I told him I didn't know anything about rugby. He said that was what a coach is for. So I went out for rugby. Lots of squats `cause you have to have powerful legs and butt muscles." "You outdid yourself," I said. We swam and floated on our backs and talked quietly of things unimportant except the words seemed to draw us closer. He made some joking remark and we both laughed. We were treading water, facing each other barely two feet apart. The laughter died away and it was just the quiet of the night around us and the soft rippling of the water. "I have to wonder about your curiosity," I said. "What about it?" "It's obviously pretty strong, to bring you this distance by yourself. I wonder what you're curious about, exactly." "It's hard to define. I haven't really sorted it all out. That's why I'm here. It's confusing....why I have these feelings when other boys don't." "What feelings? You've defined them, otherwise you wouldn't be here." "My interest in other boys, over girls. Oh, I like girls, but not the way other boys do. I like their company but it doesn't go beyond that." "You should realize, Todd, that you aren't alone," I said. "I feel like I am. Well, not right now, here with you, but back at school I feel very alone. Like, the other guys are all pussy hounds. I don't see girls that way." "That must be very disappointing for the girls," I said. I was touched the way the boy was opening up to me, baring his soul. I was more than that; I was strongly desirous of him. I found myself saying, "Todd, would it make sense to you if I said I want to kiss you?" "I....don't know, I've never been kissed by a guy before," he said as he moved toward me. I pulled him into my arms and I was nearly overwhelmed at the touch of his warm hard muscles against me. "OOhhnnn," he moaned softly just before I pressed my lips to his. I was surprised to find his lips were parted and I easily found his tongue. He brought his arms around me, then his legs wrapped around my waist and I was being kissed back, like I never imagined a boy so young could kiss. It was filled with passion, or lust, it didn't know which and it didn't matter which. In the cool water his cock felt hot against me, hot and very alive, throbbing. I didn't know he had a hardon and I wondered when that had happened. We stopped treading water and let ourselves go under and continued the kiss underwater. We came up only when we had to break for air. "Geezuss, Todd," I gasped. "I've been told I'm a pretty good kisser," he said. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" "My best friend's sister." "One of the girls you fucked," I guessed. "No. Her brother fixed me up with another girl and his sister said I needed to know how to kiss really good so she showed me." He laughed. "We did it while her brother was right there watching he said so we wouldn't take it any farther. Funny thing was, I found out later, he was fucking her; his own sister. Well actually, they were steps but still." "She taught you well," I said. I held him there, wrapped around me, my arms around him. His cock beat a rhythm against my stomach and lower chest and mine tapping against his hip. "Actually I haven't fucked that many girls," he said. "Only one, in fact, and that was a total fluke." "How can fucking a girl be a fluke?" "I mean it wasn't something I intended to do, or even wanted to do. This girl was having a party....she wasn't the most popular girl in school but I was always friendly with her and she invited me to her party. This is going to sound egotistical but I knew she invited me so others would come." "So you were one of the popular boys," I said. "Only because I was a jock. And a lot of kids came to her party. She was so happy; happier than I've ever seen her. A few kids wanted to leave and tried to get me to leave but I stayed till the end, `cause I thought if I left the others would start leaving, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I even stuck around to help clean up and when we were finished with that she asked if I wanted to go for a walk. We walked down by the lake in back of her house and when she reached for my hand I took hers. It didn't mean anything. She didn't mean anything to me like that, but I didn't want to spoil things for her, and it doesn't take that much effort to be friendly, so we walked hand in hand along the lake. We came to a gazebo and went in it and sat down. When she started getting friendlier, so did I. We kissed, and to make a long story short, I fucked her there on one of the benches. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but I fucked her because she wanted it, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I'm ashamed to say, I fucked her sort of out of pity." When he paused in his confession I said, "You shouldn't be ashamed. You gave her what she wanted. I'm sure you made her very happy. I'm sure it was a night she has never forgotten." "Oh, I did make her happy. She was so happy, she cried. I think a lot of girls do that because sex is such an emotional experience for them. It wasn't for me. It was just sex. When it was over I felt like I'd done her a favor." "I hope you're still not beating yourself up over it," I said. "I'm sure the girl will carry the memory of that night with her all her life." "Maybe, but I hope not. I mean, I hope she's found real happiness with a guy who cares for her. I cared for her but not in the way she wanted. Part of the time I was fucking her I was thinking about some of the boys who were at the party." "That might have been with any girl, though," I said. "Well, it's never been one of my fondest memories about myself. I guess I never asked how you feel about younger guys," he said. "I think I just showed you," I said. "Does that mean we're hooked up for the night?" "I would be greatly disappointed if we weren't. Do you want to get out?" He nodded and released his arms and legs and floated back in the water. I was slowly swimming toward the dock. Todd dove under and came up a moment later well past me, demonstrating what a powerful swimmer he was. Hell, he was showing off for me. He climbed up on the dock and stood waiting to pull me up. I lingered on the water to watch his muscular naked body, glistening in the soft moonlight. "You getting out?" he asked when I hesitated. "Yes, I just wanted to look at you." "Fuck, man you're embarrassing me again," he said, laughing. "Get used to it." When he pulled me up onto the dock we lost our balance and quickly steadied each other, our naked, wet bodies pressed together again. Neither of us pulled away. He smiled up at me; he was a little shorter than me. "I think I'd like to try that again," he said as he tilted his head. We kissed again, this time in a tight, passionate embrace that brought our cocks to hard staff, throbbing between out bellies. "I think you're already getting more comfortable with yourself," I said when we parted. "I'm getting comfortable with you," he said. "I can't tell you how wonderful it is to be myself." "I think we should find our sleeping bags and find a spot," I said. We gathered up our clothes and went up to the parking area to get our sleeping bags. The vehicles were parked a short distance from the house and willow tree so we were able to remain unseen. Then we circled back to the lake once again, still avoiding the others, and went up the path toward the woods. "Where're we going?" he asked. "A spot I saw when we were walking." It was a clearing just off the pathway with a view overlooking the lake from a good distance. As we were spreading out the sleeping bags others came down to the lake to go swimming but we were out of their sight. "Damn, the fish are biting!" somebody shrieked. "If that was a fish, it was a whale, it swallowed my cock." "Oh stop bragging, it thought it was fish worm." Their voices were distant, and from the willow tree we heard more soft muffled tones, "Godd, stud where do you get your energy. I haven't been fucked like this since I was your age." Todd and I smiled at each other. "Sounds like the festivities are in full swing," I said. We spread the sleeping bags out, not bothering to zip them together. He pulled the top one back and lay down. "You look so big from this angle," he said, looking up at me standing over him. "You're pretty big yourself, from this angle," I said as I lay down beside him. "You asked how I got built so good....I have to wonder, how did you get your cock so big. I've spent a lot of time in the locker room and I've never seen such a big cock. It's almost intimidating." "It just grew. I guess it's my genes," I said. "For the record... you've never done anything like this?" I asked "No. Well, once, but it doesn't count." "Why not?" "I went down on a guy at a roadside park once. But it was so quick and impersonal. It didn't mean anything. I wish I'd never done it." "Don't dwell on regrets. It serves no purpose," I told him. His words and the way he said it gave me a strong clue what the boy was really searching for, and it was a lot more than sex. In the back of my mind I had to wonder if part of his search, his yearning, was for a father image that was not in his life. I didn't want to pretend to be offering that. He went on to explain his feelings better. "It's the same with the girl I fucked. It was good at the time but it didn't mean anything. I felt like I used her." "No more than she used you," I pointed out. "I tried to believe I was making love to them, because that's what girls like to believe. Does that make sense?" "It makes perfect sense. You were at least trying to put some feelings into it, which is more than most boys do." "What all I've done only makes me curious about other things." "Tell me what you're curious about." "I really don't know. With no experience, that's hard to answer." "You know what you're curious about; what you've thought about," I said. "I'm curious what another guy's cock feels like in my hand....and in my mouth....what cum tastes like, besides my own. I'm curious about sucking cock." I could sense his pent up frustration. I reached over and took his hand and placed it on my cock. He started at first then wrapped his hand around it. "You don't need to be shy with me, Todd. Consider me your own personal experiment; you do anything you want with me." "Serious? Anything?" "Anything. No boundaries." "You're so big; I can't even get my hand around it," he murmured as he explored my cock. "I love your cock." "I love your hand." He spent several minutes stroking my cock and I heard him swallow several times. He was working himself up to his desires. "You've denied yourself long enough, Son," I said quietly. "Do what you want to do. And know that this won't be one sided." "Well, I'd like to start with this." He rose up and leaned across my middle, my cock held upright in his hand. He leaned down and licked it a few times before taking it in his mouth. "UUHhnnn, Godd!" I gasped. His mouth felt so wonderful on my cock, my eyes fluttered and I moaned softly as I laid a hand gently on his head, the other on his shoulder. "Ohh, fuck, Todd," I whispered. He lifted his head and looked up at me. "I know I'm probably not very good at this yet but if you'll let me practice.......," he said with a mischievous grin. "It feels wonderful. But practice all you want," I told him. "But I would like to reciprocate if it wouldn't distract you." "You mean sixty-nine? Yeah, I'd like that. It won't distract me. You can show me how to do it right." "I don't think you need lessons from me," I said. He moved around and straddled me in a sixty nine position. When he set his knees on either side of my head I reached up and clasped my hands around his awesome butt and squeezed the taut muscles. He flexed them for me. When he settled over me I guided his cock so he could settle that in my mouth and into my throat. I moaned around his cock as he went back down on me. I noticed he mimicked everything I did. It was funny in a way; if I wanted him to do something to my cock all I had to do was do it to him. But he kept choking and gagging when he tried to deep throat me as I was doing him. I eased his hips up so I could free his cock. "You don't have to do that, Todd; everything else you do is so wonderful." "I want to. I want to do this right. What am I doing wrong?" "You're trying too hard. You're forcing yourself and when you do that your throat tightens up. Try to relax and let your throat muscles relax." "Okay." He took instructions well. He went at it entirely different. Instead of sucking my cock, it was more like he made love to it. The gentle lashing of his tongue as he moved his mouth up and down on my shaft drove me crazy. The few virgin mouths I've had on my cock have always been the best of all of the experiences and Todd's was no exception, except that he might have been the best of all. Each time he moved down on my cock he pressed his throat a little harder onto the head and gradually his throat felt like it was opening up. It really bugged him when he choked. "Dammit," he swore. "Maybe if you forced me," he said. "I'm not going to force you to do anything," I said. "It wouldn't be like you were forcing me to do something I don't want to do. I wanta do this, Pete. It'd be more like you're making me learn something that I'm having trouble learning." "All right, let's change places, you on the bottom," I said. We changed positions with me straddling him. My cock was big enough that I couldn't just straddle his head on my knees without burying much of my cock in his throat so I assumed a pushup position over him so he had only the head of my cock in his mouth. I then eased down till I felt the opening of his throat. His hands quickly clasped my hips. "Don't push my hips up, put your hands around my butt," I told him. He took a tight grip on my butt, digging his fingers into the muscles. "That's it, now just squeeze if you want me to ease up," I said as I let my weight down, forcing my cock head against his throat. I felt the spongy opening sort of palpitating against it, like he was trying to swallow. Gradually, I eased through and he took the head and a couple of inches before he choked again. I eased up then tried it again. Several more tries and we hadn't made much progress. I eased up, withdrawing my cock. "Why don't we give it a rest," I said. "There's a way, but we'll have to wait till my cock goes down." I started to move off but he gripped my butt and held me in place. "All right, but let me finish this." "You don't have to......." "I want to. Please. I wanta do this." I worked the head of my cock into his throat, burying it deeper with each pushup. He groaned deep in his belly when my balls finally draped over his face and my cock was in as deep as I could go. I bore down for a long moment. Even when I felt him trying to push me up, I held firm, forcing him to get past the choking. He let out a loud gasp when I finally pushed up. "Fuck! I don't believe I had all of that meat in my throat!" "You did great," I said. It was a beautiful time that I wanted to last forever. To find a boy like this was far beyond what I'd expected, and Todd was the absolute epitome of young manhood. Well into it I realized that even more than sucking Todd's cock, I was worshipping him. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Pete....you're getting me close," he murmured around my cock. "Don't hold off," I told him. "I don't want it to end." "It doesn't have to. It'd only be a pause to recuperate." I didn't make time to discuss it; rather I went back to sucking his cock. Moments later he paused again. "Pete! I'm gonna cum! Godd, I'm gonna cum! What do I do?" My reply was to suck his cock with more gusto, to let him know I wanted him to cum in my mouth. He let out a little squeal when he got the message, and the next moment he was convulsing and his cock was spurting great volleys of boy cum into my mouth. I was stunned by the power and the volume. His cum finished filling my mouth, swirling around his belching cock. I held him till he was finished and he'd let go of my cock. "Mann, nothing's ever felt that good," he gasped. "I'm glad." I lay beside him and rubbed his stomach and chest for several minutes it took him to recover. "Can I ask you something stupid?" he said finally. "No, I don't take stupid questions. You can ask me anything you want but don't say it's stupid." "Do you think being without a dad, having no male influence in my life, do you think that made me gay?" "Are you gay?" "Well, I have those thoughts about other boys and I like being here with you," he said. "All right, but what you like doesn't define who you are. No, you're not having a father in your life had nothing to do with it. You had a male influence in your coaches and male teachers. You are who you were born to be. You don't need to search for a reason for it, or place blame, or attach a label to yourself. Don't wonder; don't even go through the process of accepting being gay. Just be you." "That's a great way of putting it, I'll remember that." "What about your father?" I asked. "If you don't mind talking about it." "I really don't know what about him. He got my Mom pregnant in high school then took off. I don't know if he was running away or anything. I don't know if he even knew she was pregnant. I wasn't born till after they graduated. After graduation she went to live with her aunt in Indiana and after I was born she stayed there." "Did she have contact with her parents?" "Oh yeah, we go back to Seymour for family stuff." A chill shot through me like a knife, almost paralyzing. I blocked it out for a moment. "What's your mother's name?" I asked cautiously, hoping I didn't sound cautious. "Diane." I froze in panic; gripped with horror. My breathing stopped and I had to sit up. I stood and looked all around us, my head spinning. I mumbled something about needing to get some air, and went off into the trees. I stumbled along, ignoring the twigs cutting into my feet, my thoughts on the load of semen in my stomach. I heard my name. "Pete!" But I went on. "Pete, what's the matter? What'd I do? What'd I say?" His tone pained me, that he thought he'd done something wrong, but I couldn't stop. I had to get away. It hit me that I was running away. Finally I stopped and leaned back against a tree, gasping for air. I heard him, then saw him coming toward me. "What happened back there? Did I do or say something wrong?" I shook my head several times before I was able to form any words. "No. No, you did nothing wrong," I said. "Nothing, Todd. It's me....I....there's something....I....Oh, God....something I have to tell you....something terrible, that' going to shock you, maybe even make you hate me." "I don't know what that could be," he said. "Everything you told me about your father, your mother, where you lived; you said your mother's name is Diane. Her middle name is Lucille." "How'd you know that?" the boy asked, surprised. Even as he said it, I sensed that he was reading the truth. "Todd, I....believe I am your father." The words came out in a torrent. "My....father!" "Yes. Oh, God, what have I done! I've had sex with my own son!" I blurted it out as if to cleanse myself of the awful truth. I watched him stand there in stunned silence for a long moment. I searched his face frantically, but I couldn't read what he was thinking. I wanted to die; I wanted to be dead. "I am so sorry, Todd. I have so fucked up your life and there's no way to take it back or erase it or make it right." He just stared at me like he was numb, then he twisted the knife. "If you are my father, are you mad because we've connected and you're afraid we're going to expect something from you, like child support? My mom would ever do that. She's never once complained about that. She's always had a good job and took good care of us. And she never bad mouthed you. Not ever." His tone gradually turned defensive. I couldn't believe he was addressing those issues rather than the larger issue of what had just happened between us. "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me," I said. "I'm not mad, Todd, except at myself, for being so selfish. I am angry, and so disgusted with myself. I....I knew your mom was pregnant. We talked about it. But I had plans....me and another guy....to take off across the country after graduation. A road trip. She said to go ahead and go; I needed to get it out of my system. I told her I would come back. She said if I did, I did. We left it at that. She knew I wasn't coming back, and I didn't. Me and the guy ended up in San Diego and messed around for a year or so then we joined the Navy. After I got out I hammered around the country for a while then ended up back here." "Do you live here? Close by?" he asked. "I know you're wondering why I never came back. I thought about it so many times, looking your mom up, but being the nutless wonder I was, I never did. I don't know why." "Do you want a DNA test?" he asked out of the blue. His question kicked me backwards. "Damn, you know how to throw a curve, don't you," I said. He just looked at me. "Sorry, that was a dumb thing to say. No, I don't want a DNA test. Unless you do. There is something else that would pretty much prove it." "What's that?" he asked. "I've got a birthmark." "I don't," he said. "You might have and don't know it. It would be pretty well hidden," I said. "Where?" "Deep on the inside of your left butt cheek." "Well, I guess you would've noticed when you were....getting me ready." "No, I wasn't looking for a birthmark," I said. "Look, I don't know what to say. What do you want me to say? Where do you want this to take us? Godd, you must hate me." "I don't hate you. I honestly don't know what I feel right now, but I don't hate you. You don't miss what you never had so I can't honestly say I missed having you in my life." He sounded so matter of fact, even uncaring. "I don't know where I want it to go." "Well, it's up to you. I'll walk away, right now, if you want me to, I'll leave and be out of your life again. I know you can't forget this ever happened, but maybe you can pretend it was with someone else; with the stranger you thought I was. Godd, it would've been better if I hadn't told you....." "No, that would've been so not right," he cut in. "But it seems you're being a bit premature. We don't really know for sure. What do you want? Do you want us to go our separate ways here and now?" he asked. "Everything right and decent tells me we should, after what's happened. But I walked away once....and God help me, I can't feel anything wrong in what we've done," I said. "Me either. You've showed me so much. Anyway, now that we've discovered each other I would sort of like to keep a connection of some kind. If you want to, that is," he said. "Yes, I would....like that....very much....if you can forgive me." "I don't see forgiveness even being in the mix. I sort of pursued you, too, saying I liked older guys....maybe even taunted you," he said. "And knowing the truth....Well, it makes it even more special now that I know." "Yes, for me too, and there was so much more I wanted to make you feel." "Well, then I am still curious," he said with a sly grin. "I want you to be sure, Todd. I think we should take a break, even for the rest of our time here, perhaps meet up again at a later time, at a different place; give you time to think about everything and be very sure....I mean, you would be having sex with your own father." "I already did that." "But now you would know I'm your father." "I don't know how it could be anything but better. And I don't have anyone else. I came here looking for something and I found it....more than I bargained for....in you," he added with a soft chuckle." "It will be easy for you to meet people, now that you're out of our shell," I said. "There are a half dozen young studs here wondering why you went off with an old geezer like me." "You're not an old geezer. You're older but you're the best built older guy I ever saw. The next best built older guy is the guard." "He is well put together," I agreed. "I think we should go check on him, see if he needs anything, being stuck down at the gate." We slipped on our shorts and shoes and walked down to the gate. "Dad....does that mean you....you might want to see Mom again?" he asked as we walked along. "I....yes, I suppose it could come to that," I replied. I drew in a deep breath and let it out. "Todd....do you want me to check for the birthmark?" I asked. "That would settle it once and for all, for me. Without DNA." Before I could tell him to get on his hands and knees he brought his legs up over his upper body and spread them out wide. I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. I knelt down and spread his butt apart, my eyes fixed on the beautiful hole I'd just fucked before they went in search of the truth. Suddenly a jolt went through me. There it was. My eyes were glued to it for a short moment. "Well?" he asked. "It's here," was all I could manage to say. "Is it the same as yours? And what does it look like?" "Yes. It's reddish-brown, about the size of a quarter, shaped sort of like a horse rearing up on his hind legs." "How do you know it's the same as yours?" "A guy discovered mine and described it to me." "Can I see it?" "Yes, of course." I got on my hands and knees in front of him and he rose up to check my birthmark. "It does look like a horse. It's sort of cool. I'm glad it's not a strawberry or something like that," he said. I remained on my hands and knees for a moment to let him examine the birthmark, then sat beside him. "Cool because it's a horse and not a strawberry, or cool because us having matching birthmarks?" I asked. "Both." "Really?" "Really. What was your reaction when you saw it? What were you thinking before you saw it?" he asked. "When I saw it, I was almost overwhelmed," I said. "Before I saw it I was praying it would be there, but only if you didn't hate me for it." "Actually, now that we've discovered each other I would sort of like to keep a connection of some kind. If you want to, that is. If you don't, I......" "Yes, I would....like that...very much." "Does that mean you might want to see Mom again?" "I....yes, I suppose it could come to that." "That's not what I asked you." "I'm not sure she would want to see me," I said. "I'm not sure either. She never talked about you much, good or bad. Except a couple of times she said I was getting to look like you." "You look a lot like her." "What do you want? Do you want us to go our separate ways here, now?" he asked. "Everything right and decent tells me we should. I do want to be in your life if you'll let me....if you can forgive me. But everything right and decent also tells me we shouldn't part ways. God help me, Todd, I can't feel anything wrong in what we've done." "Me either. You've showed me so much. I don't think forgiveness is even in the mix. I sort of pursued you, too, saying I liked older guys....maybe even taunted you with my body," he said. "I'm sure a lot of people are taunted by your body. You could taunt people just walking down the hallways at school." "Knowing the truth....well, it makes what we did even more special now that I know." "What do you want?" I asked him. "I mean, if you say the word, I will pack up and leave right now." "I would rather have your second right and decent, that we shouldn't go our separate ways." "Godd, I was so hoping you would say that," I said. "Knowing, it somehow makes everything more special," he said. "Yes, for me too, and there was so much more I wanted to make you feel." "Well, then, I am still curious." "I want you to be sure, Todd. I think we should take a break, maybe even for the rest of our time here, and perhaps meet up at a later time at a different place, to give you time to think about everything and be very sure.....I mean, you would know that you're having sex with your own father." "I already did that." "No, you had sex with a stranger. But now you would know I'm your father. Father/son incest is one of the greatest taboos." "Who gets to make up the taboos? I'm betting whoever made that one up never had sex with his dad or son." "It's a societal thing," I said. "Screw society. I don't know how it could be anything but better. I don't have anyone else. I came here looking for something and I found it. More than I bargained for." "It will be easy for you to meet people, now that you're out of our shell," I said. "There are a half dozen young studs here wondering why you went off with an old geezer like me." "You're not an old geezer. You're older but you're the best built older guy I ever saw, next to the guard." "He is well put together," I agreed. "I don't know how to say it but I know I've developed feelings for you. Not as a father; I think that has to come over a span of time as a boy growing up with a dad in his life. But I have feelings for you as a man; a wise and caring man. Does that make any sense?" "It makes more sense than I deserve," I said. I moved closer to him, drinking in the sight of my beautiful, naked son. I put one had lightly on his hip and looked into his eyes. His eyes didn't falter. I half expected him to draw back from me, instinctively, as I brought my other hand up around the muscular column of his neck. He didn't, and that spoke volumes to me. Our noses touched first then we tilted our heads and our lips brushed together. In the next instant we were drawn into a hard, passionate kiss. Our bodies smashed together amidst soft moans and I felt the pulsation in his cock against my thigh. "Dad...." he whispered as we devoured each other. The kiss, along with being called Dad, rocked my soul. I fought down emotions that were about to explode in tears, till finally I choked. Todd drew back with a confused frown. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Except I'm consumed with gratefulness and happiness." I could tell by his expression that he didn't understand. "You don't know you've made me the happiest man on the planet, calling me dad." "It's just a three letter word," he said in his youthful innocence. "That was a hell of a kiss, by the way." We parted, laughing. "What you said....if you want to take a breather, we can do that, but not for the rest of the time we're here. We can take another walk, and talk. Maybe we could even go horseback riding. Do they allow us to ride the horses?" he asked. "Yes, I'm sure they would." "Then it's settled. Right now, though, I think we should go check on the guard." "Good idea." We slipped on our shorts and shoes and walked down to the gate. "How're you doing?" I asked the guard. "Doing okay. The guys are keeping me in beer." "I was afraid you would be hogtied and raped by now." He laughed. "Well, not for lack of trying." "Do you get off duty any time or do you have to stay and man your post?" "People can let themselves out any time and all the numbered guest tickets are accounted for, so everybody who's supposed to be here, is here. I just have to watch for lights coming up the lane, party crashers. Speaking of which......" I looked to see the headlights coming up the lane. He stepped over to the gate. It was a Jeep with two guys in it. Closer, I saw they were about my age, maybe a little older, pretty rough looking. Redneck rough. The driver stopped and the guard went up to talk to him. "We're here for the party." "I need to see an invitation." "We forgot to bring it." "Nice try. All the invitations are accounted for. You're on private property; I'll have to ask you to leave." "Look soldier, we know there's a gay bash going on back there. They have `em all the time. I'm sure they would love to have a couple of straight guys in the middle of it, banging their eyeballs out You'd probably even get a bonus for letting us in." "I don't concern myself with a man's politics; I'm just doing my job. So turn the vehicle around and drive back down the lane." "Fuck, just drive through the gate; they can't stop you," his buddy said. "Hell, no, I'm not gonna drive through it. That's a farm gate; it'd scratch hell out of my Jeep." He turned back to the soldier. "Just open the gate. Or, I can have my buddy do it for you." "That isn't gonna happen. Now turn your vehicle around or I'll do it for you. "The fuck you will. Maybe I will just ram it." I saw his knees move and saw his hand reach for the gearshift knob. His hand never made it. Next thing I knew he was being dragged out of the Jeep and bent over the side of the hood. The other guy started to get out. I intervened. "Stay put," I said. He looked at me, still poised in motion to get out of the Jeep and he started to raise his hand which was clenched into a fist. "You'll lose," I warned. He got back in the Jeep. The soldier had the driver bent over the jeep--actually, into it--spread eagle with his knee shoved hard between his legs. He had his arm twisted behind his back. "I'll give you one more chance to leave peacefully," he told him. "Give me your word that'll happen and I won't dislocate your shoulder. He gave his arm a little twist for encouragement. "Awwwgghhhh!" the man yelled. "Okay, we're leaving!" The soldier released his arm and stood back, still tensed at the ready. Godd, he looked awesome. The man straightened and got back in the Jeep. "Back, not forward," the soldier said as he stepped around in front of the Jeep. We stood and watched as he turned the Jeep around and sped off down the lane. "That was impressive," I said. "It was awesome!" Todd added. The soldier shrugged. "Just doing my job." "Want me to run up and get some beer, Dad? "Sure, that'd be great," I said. Todd took off running up the hill and the soldier gave me a screwy, curious smile. "Dad? You brought your son?" "Uhhh....no, it's a long story." "And a very interesting one, I'm sure," he said. "Briefly, we met here. Neither of us knew the other would be here." I didn't bother telling him the whole story, partly because I wasn't ready to share it. "So, I guess that was a big surprise. I mean, did you know about each other?" "No, it was a huge surprise for both of us." "Is everything okay? I mean, is he okay knowing about his dad? I can imagine that would be harder for him than for you to find out about him." "We're okay," I said. "In fact, it was his idea to come and check on you." "Oh, really. That was good of you." "I think it's, uhhh....more than that for him." "Oh? How much more?" "He hasn't come right out and said it, but I think he's dying to know if you might be interested." "I see. How interested should I be? I mean, he is your son." "As interested as you want to be," I told him. "Wow! You serious?" "He's going to be disappointed if you're not interested," I said. "Can I ask....have you and him....you know......" "Yes." "Oh, fuck, that's hot! So, I, uh.....we're talking both of you? A three-way?" I saw Todd coming down the hill with the beer. "That wasn't mentioned but.....Just go where it takes you," I said. "Mister, I don't operate that way. Given the green light, I take it where I want it to go." "Have you had much sex with guys?" I asked. "What I've had or not had has nothing to do with this. The kid is hot as fuck. I never seen anybody that age built like he is. Especially his ass. I wanta fuck your son's ass in the worst way, and it'd be even hotter if you watch." "You mentioned a three-way....I've noticed your awesome butt packed in those uniform pants." "I thought we understood I'm straight. I don't get fucked." "I didn't say I want to fuck it. Well, I do, but knowing that's not gonna happen, I'll happily settle for eating it." He looked at me, his big smile getting bigger. "I never had that done to me before. Fuck, yeah." Todd was approaching and I wanted to head the soldier off before he took things too far and spooked the boy. "Just take it slow and easy....cautions," I said. "Here's your beer," he said, tossing one to the soldier and one to me. He kept one for himself. The soldier popped his open and raised it in a salute. "Here's to family relationships," he said. "You told him!" Todd blurted, and I couldn't tell if he was excited or angry; I just didn't know him that well. "Did you want to keep it a secret from him?" "No, I guess not. Him knowing kinda paves the way." "Dad and son.....fuck, that raises the excitement level about a hundred percent on the boner scale." Todd smiled as he started to take a drink from the bottle. The soldier reached out and took it from him, leaving him with a WTF look on his face. "I don't want your mouth cold around my cock," he said, setting the bottle on the seat. Todd's smile grew wider as he glanced at me, I thought perhaps for permission, or approval. I simply smiled back as the soldier was undoing the web belt cinched around his lean waist. He tossed it in the back of the Jeep and then undid his belt. Todd's eyes were fixed on the man's big hands, unzipping his pants and then shoving them down along with his shorts. His cock fell out heavily and hung down over his balls, long and thick as a radiator hose. "Ohhh," Todd whispered. "Think you can handle it?" the soldier asked as he pulled on it. "I'll sure try," Todd replied with a loud swallow. The soldier clasped his hand on Todd's shoulder and urged him to his knees. Maybe Todd thought he was being forced but he didn't need to be. He dropped to his knees in the thick grass alongside the lane and Soldier held his cock out for him. When Todd tried to take it in his mouth he smacked him in the face with it. He laughed as Todd tried to capture it. Finally he laid it on Todd's tongue that was sticking way out. I was so excited watching him, his mouth distended around the thick girth. "Give you a hint; suck it into your throat while it's still soft and hold it there while it gets hard." Todd did as he was told, sucking and swallowing the entire length of it into his throat will his face was smashed in the man's pubes. "Aawww, that's it, kid. You learn fast." I watched and waited. Within a minute, Todd was emitting little moans and his eyes got wider, signaling that the soldier's cock was getting hard and snaking deep into his throat. The soldier kept one hand clamped around the back of Todd's head and felt his throat with the other. "I can feel my cock in your throat," he said. "Don't panic; nobody ever died from choking on a cock." After another minute or so he released his grip on Todd's head and drew back slowly. I watched, mesmerized, as more and more of the huge cock came into view. My Godd, how much is there, I wondered. It finally popped free and swung upward, throbbing and quivering. "Holy shit!" I whispered. His cock was huge; easily nine inches, and thick as Todd's wrist. "Yeah, your boy did good," the soldier said as he stroked his slick cock and smacked his face with it. "Ready for it again?" he asked Todd. I was aching hard and when Todd captured the huge cock with his mouth again and started sucking him I had to fight from going off. "You were saying something about my ass," the soldier reminded me. Yessss! How could I forget? I quickly moved around behind him and squatted down, face to face with his awesome butt. I dug my fingers in the hard muscles and pulled them apart. "Just don't get carried away and get any ideas of trying to fuck it," he warned. I wouldn't be that stupid. I buried my face in the wide crevice and lapped my tongue up and down the crack. He moaned softly. After a moment or two he reached back and pulled his butt apart wider. I buried my face deeper and flicked and darted my tongue over his hole. "Awwwhh, fuck!" he cried out. "Mannn, that feels good! Can you get your tongue up inside my ass?" Absolutely. I put a tight lip lock on his asshole and worked his asshole with my tongue, at the same time forcing warm spit through it. He liked that; he moaned again. His asshole gradually relaxed and I was able to drive my tongue through his slick hole. He practically yelled when I did that. I could hear Todd's soft moans as well, and his loud slurping sounds around the man's cock. The soldier clasped his hand around my head and smashed my face in his ass. He held me in tight for a moment while I tried to breathe, then he eased the pressure. "Are you sure you don't wanta try my cock?" I asked. "Don't even think about it," he growled. It was a half hour of pure, unadulterated lust, Todd and I working him over from each side. When his legs started shaking he took a grip on the windshield of the Jeep. "Geezuss, you guys are going to make me collapse," he said. We didn't let up. The frenzy grew till he was thrashing his hips around so hard it was hard for me to keep my lip lock on his ass. I finally gave up on that and used my finger. He was in such a frenzy, he didn't try to stop me. I braved my thumb through his clenching hole and he actually pushed back on it. I wasn't sure he was fully aware of what I was doing. I decided to take it to the next level. I found his prostate and began massaging it. "Awwwwhhhhhh!" he cried out, like a wounded animal. He still didn't stop me so I continued massaging him. "Ohhh!....Ohh, Christ!....shit, man, what're you dong in there?" I kept up and reached between his legs in search of Todd's cock. I touched his leg and he took my hand and guided it to his cock. He was so hot and hard, and slick with precum. Suddenly the soldier reached back and grabbed my wrist. I thought he was going to stop me but I resisted and he let me continue. "Geezusss fuck! Make me cum if you're going to; I can't take much more of this!" We worked in tandem, Todd on his cock and I on his ass. He wanted to cum, we would make him cum. It only took a moment after he begged for it. He choked out another animal cry and I felt his prostate quiver and convulse and his asshole went a little crazy too. I heard Todd moan with pleasure and I knew the man was cumming. Todd's moan turned into a squeal. It was a long, hard cum, and I wondered how much Todd was getting. Still in the final throes, the soldier stumbled back toward the Jeep. I was forced to disengage so he could rest his butt on the edge of the driver's seat. But Todd held on. He crawled on his knees to follow him, keeping his mouth locked around the man's belching cock. When the soldier couldn't take any more he lifted Todd's head and his cock slipped out of his mouth with a loud suctioning noise; Todd wasn't giving it up easily. He rested back on his haunches, a baffled look on his face, like he didn't know what to do with his mouthful of cum. I quickly knelt beside him and clasped his face in both of my hands and clamped my mouth over his. He moaned as I pried his lips open with my tongue and the cum gushed into my mouth. Godd, he tasted good! Todd thought so too, for he quickly formed a suction around our tongues to take back the warm, thick semen. We kissed and exchanged the stuff several times till we had swallowed it all. "Fuck!" he gasped when we parted. "You can say that again," the soldier said. "Damn, you guys really know how to take it out of a guy." "Well, it takes two to handle that monster cock of yours and al that cum," Todd said. "Shit, where's my beer," the soldier said as he found the bottle and guzzled it down. "Fuck, I need to get back in duty uniform," he said as he started doing up his clothes. I helped Todd to his feet. We were both still hard. If the soldier noticed, he ignored it. What was he going to do about it anyway? "Thanks," Todd said. "That was incredible." "Yeah, it was. You guys are incredible. But hey, don't tell anybody about this. I don't want those old trolls hobbling down here thinking they're going to get some." I took Todd's hand and we walked away, heading back to our sleeping bags. "That guy was awesome," he said. "Yes. Very. You were pretty awesome yourself." "It was more awesome with us doing it together." Back at our sleeping bags, we stretched out side by side and looked up at the stars. "He was so hot, it didn't even matter that I didn't get off," he said. "Your cock would argue that point," I joked. "You didn't either," he said. "No, and you're right, it didn't matter, but it kinda does now," I said as I took hold of his cock. It was bone hard, and hot. "Your hand feels good," he murmured. "So does your cock." I stroked him several times then cupped his balls. I gave them a gentle massage then reached lower and dragged my fingers along the crack of his ass. "I want to show you something else that feels good," I told him. "You can show me anything you want," he said as he hunkered against my finger. I massaged up and down his asscrack, pressing deeper, till my fingertip brushed over his asshole. "MMMnnnnn, that does feel good," he moaned softly. "The soldier sure liked what you were doing to his butt." "Want me to try it on you?" "Yes." I got between his legs and lifted them onto my shoulders. He drew them up against his chest, spreading his fine butt apart for me. "Speaking of awesome.......," I said. Then I buried my face in his butt and began licking his hole. He clamped his forearm over his mouth to stifle his surprised outcry. I rimmed him good, causing him to whimper with pleasure. All the while I was forcing spit through his hole that was gradually opening up for me. I didn't know if he even realized I slipped my finger inside him till I found his prostate. "AAAhhhhh!" he cried. "What is that!" "I'll explain later; right now, just let me do this," I said as I began massaging his prostate. He went a little crazy, which was what I wanted. Before long he was riding three of my fingers. "Dad!....Dad, do you wanta use your cock instead of your fingers? Do you wanta fuck me?" he cried. His tone wasn't a question; he was more begging me. "Yes, if you want it," I said. "Ohhh, yesss....I wanta feel your cock in me," he groaned. He was slick and he was open, and I was hard. I mounted him and slipped in with surprising ease; surprising to him and me. "Ohhhhhh," he moaned softly as I buried my cock balls deep. His warm asshole felt fluttery, like it was nervous being invaded for the first time. It wasn't till I was deep inside him and felt his asshole gripping and massaging my cock that it fully dawned on me that I was fucking my own son....taking his virginity....and then I was nearly overwhelmed. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Awww, Dad....I can't describe it right now. Awesome, but that doesn't near say it all." I gave him a couple of short, gentle thrusts. "Ohhhh, Godd, I never dreamed it would feel like this." "You've dreamed about being fucked?" I asked. "Not by you....I didn't know about you....but yes, I've had fantasies about this." "Any certain guys?" I asked. "Yes. A jock at school, and our assistant coach." "They must be very special for you to pick them out of a lineup," I said. "They are, both of them." "Will you pursue it, do you think?" I asked. "I'll have more courage now," he replied. "Because of this? Us?" "Yes. Being here has made me realize I might be sort of special, too....like I've got something to offer." "Oh, Todd, you've got so much to offer," I told him. "You're the gold ring men reach for. You need only to keep your eyes and ears open, and be receptive to their advances." "Awwwhh, Dad, I can't believe anything can feel so wonderful. Your cock is sparking nerves inside me that I didn't know I had." "Especially one spot," I chided him. "Godd, yesss! I'll always be thankful that you showed me that." "Somebody would have eventually." "How long can you fuck, Dad?" "How long do you want to be fucked?" "Till I'm sure my virginity has been fucked out of me." "It was pretty deeply lodged; that may take a while," I joked. "But I think you've got fantasies to fulfill. Like getting fucked by the soldier. And I've got fantasies of my own." "Like what?" he asked. And I've got a fantasy of my own." "What's that?" "Getting fucked by you." His mouth flew open. "You'd let me fuck you!" "Absolutely. And I want us to do it on horseback if they still have the horses." It was a mind boggling fuck. I didn't know how deeply Todd felt that till we were well into the rut. "You know what makes this so awesome?" he asked. "Your awesome body," I said. "And that it's my son's awesome body." "It's more than that. When you cum, it'll be the seed that created me being shot deep inside me. And the very cock that delivered that load of seed." "Yeah, you're going to have a half billion potential little brothers swimming around inside you," I added. "That's so exciting; it sounds like you're gonna breed me." I managed to time it so he was well bred and filled with my seed without going off himself. I wanted him to save it for when he bred me. We rested for a while under the stars then went down to the pond to wash up. We dried off and donned our shorts then went up to the willow tree to get three more cold beers. "I hope nobody's beat us to him" Todd said as we walked down the lane to the gate. "You know it's going to be different, taking the soldier," I said. "I know, but you've stretched me some." "Not that much." "I don't mind. I want it to hurt a little. I think that's part of it; it'll remind me I'm getting fucked by a real man. And it'll make me feel more of a man knowing I'm taking him." By then we were back at the gate. "Brought you another beer," Todd said, tossing him the bottle. "You guys sure take good care of me," he said as he snatched the bottle out of the air. "You're a pleasure to take care of," Todd said. "Oh, really!" he said, laughing. "Really. But we never got your name." "You can call me Jack." "I think we should call you by your rank," Todd said. "Not necessary," he said. "But I would rather, to show you respect." "You're a persistent shit," he said, laughing. "Okay, call me Sergeant Baldwin. Or just plain Sarge." "So, Sarge, we're here to look after anything you need." He finished taking a drink of his beer then laughed. "Don't say that unless you're ready to back it up." "Anything you need," Todd repeated. "Or want," he added. Sarge set his beer in the back of the Jeep. "Alright, I'm going to put you under military arrest." "For what?" Todd asked, surprised. "Loitering, for conduct unbecoming, for soliciting military personnel.....do you want me to go on?" "It sounds like you've got me nailed," Todd said, playing along. "Not yet. Those are just the charges. But there is a way out of this." "How? Just tell me; I'll do anything you say." "Take off my boots," the sergeant said gruffly. Todd quickly knelt down and unlaced the man's boots and took them off. At the same time Sgt. Baldwin was undoing his trousers. "Take off my trousers then put my boots back on." While Todd did that the sergeant took off his outer shirt, leaving him in his T-shirt, boots and his cap. Todd looked up at the big, muscular soldier standing there in a tiny pair of camo briefs that bulged mightily with his manhood. He wrapped his hand around the massive thighs and kissed them. "Oh, man, I wanta kiss you all over." "Kiss all you want from the neck down," the soldier said. "This is going to be pure sex, not making love." "I'm okay with that." "You don't have to be okay with it; you just have to do it." "Yes, sir." Todd kissed up and down the man's thighs then moved around him to kiss his bulging calves and up the backs of his thighs. He turned him back around and kissed up his stomach, bypassing his briefs that were starting to tent. "Godd, I love your muscles." "I love your hands and mouth on my muscles, and you.....ohhhhh, yeah....your tongue," he moaned. He moaned again, "Oh, fuck!' as Todd found his nipples. Todd worked his tits over as he reached down and squeezed the front of his briefs and I could see the hardening lump extending toward his hip. "You said from the neck down but......." Todd murmured as he snuggled his face in the crook of the soldier's thick, muscular neck. He continued rubbing his nipples and massaging his cock with his other hand. "Man, you're pumping precum," he said. "I'm gonna be doing more than that if we keep this up." "Do it. Give it up if you want, I know you can make more. I'll clean it up, and I'll make you hard again," Todd told him. The soldier put his arm around Todd's shoulder and his other hand gently around his heads as if to hold his face in the crook of his neck and perhaps guide his passionate kissing. Then I saw him tilt his head down to the side like he was snuggling Todd's neck. He moaned softly and I saw his strong fingers clasp tighter around Todd's head and he was turning his head more towards him. His other hand moved down the boy's back till he clasped Todd's butt. "Fuck, kid," he murmured. And suddenly they were kissing! I couldn't believe it! The soldier was tentative at first, like he was fighting himself, but Todd took the initiative; he was a terrific kisser, and that fight was soon lost. I see the soldier going down in defeat. With Todd leading the way, the solder was soon kissing him back, and with more passion that "it's just gonna be sex." They were practically devouring each other, the soldier fighting for Todd's tongue. Suddenly he was moaning broken, muffled moans, "Ohh, yeah....Ohh, fuck!....ohhhh....ohhhh, fuck.....don't stop doing that!" I realized then that he was losing it. His tight butt muscles flexed inside his tiny briefs as he smashed and ground his manhood into Todd's hand. His muscles rippled and bulge ad he seemed to convulse. It lasted well over a minute then the rippling slowed and his legs trembled and there was a loud sigh. "Fuck, that's never happened to me before," he said breathlessly. "Nobody ever got me that hot that fast. Fuck, I just creamed my shorts. "You filled 'em," Todd said. "And I said I would clean it up," he added as he went to his knees and began licking up the man's thighs. "I may need some help here, Dad. His shorts won't hold it all; it's running down his thighs like white lava." I went to assist and together we licked up the warm, thick cum that was running down the man's muscular, hairy thighs. Todd pulled his briefs down a little reveal the beautiful mess inside. We shared the mess as he pulled his shorts down and off. Todd handed me the shorts. "Suck it out of his shorts; it's too good to waste." I sucked the warm, thick man goo out of the cotton material while Todd licked up the cum off the man's hip and pubes. All the while the soldier's big cock was pulsating steadily as if nothing had happened. "Fuck, he's still hard," Todd said. "That means you're still going to get fucked," Sgt. Baldwin said. I uncapped the lube that I'd brought along but the soldier stopped me. "I'll do that." So I squeezed some lube onto his fingers and he moved behind Todd. I watched as he rubbed his fingertips against Todd's hole, then Todd winced a little and I knew he was shoving his fingers inside him. He pushed in as deep as he could and twisted his wrist around. "Ohh, fuck, is that your fingers or your cock?' That made the soldier laugh. "You'll know it, Son, when I shove my cock in you. I'm going to use two fingers, now, I need to get you stretched out more, you're pretty tight." "My dad already stretched me but I don't know if your whole fist would stretch me enough for that big cock." "Do you want my fist?" "No!" The soldier used two fingers, then added a third without telling Todd he was going to. "Ohh! Ohh, fuck!" "How does that feel? Think you're stretched enough for my cock?" the soldier asked, laughing. "It doesn't matter. I don't care. You can fuck me and finish stretching me with your cock." "Don't forget you said that." He took hold of Todd's hips and maneuvered him over to the front of the Jeep then bent him over the hood. Todd flattened himself across the hood and arched his back and jutted his butt back more for the taking. "We'll start out this way, but then I want you on your back so I can see your face and watch your muscles" "Yeah, I wanta watch your muscles, too," The soldier took his position, cock fisted and aimed. "Let me know if it's too much." "It won't be, no matter what, `cause I want it. I've never been fucked by a soldier before." He set the head of his cock and took a firm hold on Todd's hips. His butt muscle tightened and flexed as he applied pressure and gradually shoved through. Todd choked down a gasp and clenched his teeth and I heard him whisper, "fuck!" I almost hurt for him. "Just tell him, Son, if it's too much. He's not going to rape you," I said. The soldier paused. "Shut up, Dad," Todd said, laughing. "I want him to fuck me like a man." Sarge didn't wait. He shoved forward and buried his cock. I knew it hurt but Todd pushed back and twisted his butt around in wide circles, impaling himself completely on the big military fuckstick. "Ohh, Godd, Oh my Godd, this is so awesome," Todd moaned. "Ohhh fuck, I feel like a virgin all over again. Aww, Dad, come here Dad, I want your cock." "Yeah, Dad, climb up on the hood and lean back against the windshield," Sarge said. I quickly climbed up and spread my legs wide. Todd took my cock and gobbled it up and sucked me hungrily. "Ohh, man, I don't know if I can take this just knowing you guys are dad and son," the soldier groaned as he was fucking Todd's ass. "Guys always last longer the second time and you just blew a huge load. So I want you to fuck my lights out," Todd said. I thought, what a little slut he's turning into. Sarge didn't hold back. He gave Todd what he wanted. He fucked him hard, and Todd's reciprocation was on my cock. He was like a hungry wolf on a piece of raw meat. "Fuck my mouth, Dad. Fuck my throat. I want it hard from both ends." I rose up on my knees and we gave it to him. He gagged and groaned, and chocked on his screams which served only to fuel the soldier's lust. We kept it up for quite a while till Sarge suddenly pulled out. Todd rose up from my cock "Ohh, God, don't stop! Why'd you stop!" "On your back now," he ordered. "Dad can do pushups over your face." The three of us moved in one fluid motion. The sergeant stepped up on the front bumper as Todd sprawled on his back across the hood of the Jeep. He brought his legs up onto the soldier's shoulders and Baldwin set his cock again. Todd let out a gasping moan as Sarge entered him again and I quickly astraddle him with my cock drilling into his throat. Todd clasped my butt to pull me down to deep throat me. I couldn't believe my teenage son was so insatiably sexy. Todd began playing with my asshole, my butt facing the soldier. Sarge smacked my butt and said, "I think your boy wants' your ass. Why don't you sit on his face." I shifted positions, moved up over Todd's face and sat down. He had me fingered loose and he was able to put his tongue up inside me. Soldier assisted by using his long, thick fingers along with Todd' tongue. It felt good and I wanted it all. I moved back to feed Todd my cock again while soldier used his fingers in my ass. " "Hey, Dad, I've got something bigger and better than his fingers; and all you gotta do is move back and sit on it." "Yesss," I moaned. I moved back on top of Todd till I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. Sarge grabbed hold of my cock and held it firmly and guided me back on it till I was impaled on my son's manhood. "Ohh, Dad, this feels incredible." So I fucked myself on my son's cock while the soldier fucked my son, while we kissed. I had thought about turning around in a sixty-nine with Todd while he was getting fucked but this was better. I got even better when the soldier added one of his big fingers to Todd's cock in my ass. He probed and found my prostate while Todd's cock massaged all along the inner linings of my ass and we kissed passionately. "Why don't you let him double fuck you," Todd whispered. "I've never done that." The soldier heard. "Gotta be a first for everything," he said. "Do you wanta try it?" I was hesitant but he didn't wait for an answer. I could sense that he was pulling back from Todd's butt then I felt the Jeep jostling on its springs as he and changed positions. The next instant I felt the heat and slickness of his cock at my asshole, seeking entry along with my son's cock. The two of us held still while he found the best position and point of entry. I didn't know how it was going to work or if it would work at all, but he was going in on top of Todd's cock. He made a couple of attempts and I told him I didn't think it was going to fit. Bad as I wanted it, I told him I didn't think it was going to happen. I should've known better. "Hey, I'm special ops, it is gonna happen," he declared. He shoved against Todd's cock and gradually burst though. My mouth flew open but I didn't cry out. Todd quickly grabbed my head and pulled my face down and covered my mouth with his. His deep-tongue kissed me and began fucking me again. That helped soothe the pain that I was working through. The soldier shoved all the way in and the two fuck sticks were soon operating like two well-oiled pistons. They drove me crazy. Soon I was moving back against their cocks, trying to draw even more pleasure from them. "OHh, Dad, this is great! You're such an awesome fuck partner." They fucked me till I wondered if I would ever close up again, or be able to walk right. The soldier, no problem, but I was surprised Todd was able to hold off. Finally, he got me a reprieve. "This is awesome but I need you to fuck me some more, Sarge, while I fuck my dad," he said. "Okay." Sarge eased out of me and Todd took up the task himself with even more exuberance. "You probably can't even feel me now," he said. "Oh, yeah, I can feel every throbbing inch," I said. "Just not as deep. Aaaahhh! Fuck, there's no doubt I can feel your big horse cock," he cried when Sarge entered him again. The awesome fuck continued and I wondered again how long the man could last. "Uh-oh, we're getting company," he said quietly, but without missing a stroke. Then he paused. "Does anybody wanta break away?" "No!" Todd replied. I didn't say anything and Sarge took his answer as mine as well and we kept fucking. As they made the slight turn in the lane I could see that it was two of the college guys. Closer up, I saw that they were naked. Still closer, within a dozen yards, I could see how well hung they were. Godd, why hadn't they come sooner, before my ass was turned to mush. If they had in mind to join in, my ass was going to be toast. "Wow! Look at this," one of them said as they approached the Jeep. "Is this a private party?" the other one asked. "No, but we're pretty busy at the moment," Sarge said. "We'll watch." "Godd, yess, this is better than porn," the other one said. They were standing where I could see their cocks were expanding. The old guy was right, the one who said when the boys arrived, that they were young, tall and lean, they're gonna be hung. They were hung. One of them reached for the other and began stroking his cock. I could tell Sarge was building up just form the way Todd's cock felt inside me and the way he moved. A couple of minutes later he announced "I'm gonna cum, guys" and Todd moaned, "Oh, yeah, fuck me really hard and make me feel it. Ohh, Yeah, like that, pound my ass.... Ohh, ohhhhhh!" The Jeep was bouncing on its springs and it felt like the ground shook when the big stud went off. He got Todd off in the process, in a big way. My son shot hard and deep inside me and it felt like there was a lot of it. I was glad we hadn't bothered with condoms but nobody had mentioned them. I was on the verge myself but couldn't bring it off. I willed it to happen and it did, finally, with some help from the college guys. They were standing close enough to the Jeep and jacking off and I felt their warm cum splattering all over me. When we separated after a couple of minutes, Todd said he wished he could've saved all the cum. "Save it? For what?" Sarge laughed. "I meant with a condom if you'd used one, to commemorate my first military fuck," Todd said. "Tell you what, give me a little recuperation time, I'll fuck these two college boys with a condom and you can take that with you." "Oh, shit, I don't know if I can take that," one of the college boys said when he saw Sarge's rubbery cock. He reached over and took hold of Todd's cock. "Maybe if you fuck me first, that'll get me stretched and primed for him." "I'm about fucked out," Todd said. I was happy he said it. Hot as the two college boys were, I was about fucked out too, and I wanted some recupe time with my son. So we bowed out, bid the others goodbye and walked down the slope to the lake. We sat on the dock and dangled our feet in the water. "Dad, when you and your buddy went to San Diego after high school, you said you joined the Navy." "Yeah." "Did you ship out to sea for long periods of time?" he asked. "Yes, several times," I replied. "And I know where you're going with this," I added with a tight grin. "So you know the question, are you going to answer it?" "Well, let's just say those after hours training sessions taught me more about sex than any man has a right to know." "Was it out in the open?" "Yes and no. We didn't fuck out on the open deck but everybody knew it was going on, and how to get in on it." "So there wasn't a lot of homophobia on board the ships." "Very little that was ever acted on. That was partly because the straight guys who might have tended to be homophobic under other circumstances used the conditions to their advantage. They needed sex and hooking up with one of us sure beat jacking off in the showers." "So where did it happen? Were there places to hide, or special places to hook up that everybody knew about?" "There were a lot of so-called secret places but everybody knew about them. Most of the time it was all a game. But on one ship the sex was rampant. There were guys fucking in the showers late at night, and I can't even count the times some straight stud would crawl in my rack with me." "I appreciate you sharing everything with me, Dad." "You don't know how good it is to be able to share it." "This has been the most exciting time of my life," Todd said. "Quite honestly, mine too," I said. "Really? With all your experience?" "Nothing will ever match the experience of discovering you, Son. I know it was awkward for you at first, but I hope you don't go away with any regrets." "Right now, I can't even spell the word," he said. "We haven't talked about it, but....do you want any kind of relationship after this? If you don't, I understand. Or, we could meet up once in a while without.....well, without the sex, just to stay in touch." "I would like more than just meeting up once in a while. I mean if you do. It wouldn't have to be like dad and son if you don't want that. You've probably got your own life....." "We're dancing around the issue, Todd. Do you want a dad in your life, besides your step dad?" "I would like that if you would, but it wouldn't be....you know....a regular dad son relationship after all we've done together." "It could be if that's what you want; with no sex," I said. "I'm not sure I could be around you and settle for that," he said. "There would always be that secret between us, and for me, a longing for more." "Why don't we keep in touch and play it by ear; take it one step at a time and see what happens." "By staying in touch, you mean phone calls?" he asked. "Whatever you want. Whatever would fit into your life. We could still see each other." "That would mean you'd eventually have to meet my mom again." "I never had any problem with your mom. The question is, would she be comfortable with me coming into your life. And how would your step-dad feel? I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize your family." "He's pretty laid back; handles anything that's thrown at him. He wouldn't feel threatened. I think he would be cool with it." "Then we'll leave it like this; you leave with my phone number. I'll wait for you to call me and we'll take it from there." "You don't think I'll call, do you?" "I said I'll wait." "I will call," he said emphatically. Then with a grin he added, "Besides, I can't have sex with my step-dad." "Would you want to?" I asked. "Oh, yeah. He's hot." "Well, maybe I could work on him," I said. "No! Don't! He can't ever know! "I was joking, Son," I said, laughing. "I would never do anything to jeopardize your family." The End