Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2012 04:05:55 -0800 (PST) From: Julian Otero Subject: Best of the Bunch part 4 Best of the Bunch Part 4 We took our time over a huge Sunday afternoon breakfast of pancakes, eggs, waffles, sausage and homefries, good coffee. When the kids finished slurping up they asked to split with their boards while we two fathers faced each other over more coffee. Anything that's gonna happen is gonna happen now, I thought. I wasn't exactly scared but I wasn't exactly calm either. Somehow I felt the other three were in on something together and the real purpose of this breakfast was about to begin. In his usual easygoing manner Adam told a story of his recent troubles with his wife. They'd grown tired of one another and she had been sleeping with a number of men the past few years. His sex life with her gradually tapered off to nothing and he was horny all the time. After years of cold fights with her over sex he wasn't so keen to take up with another woman right away. He'd had enough women for a while with Ellen. I thought she was crazy to turn away from him, but who knows? Was his dick too small for her? I hardly thought so. At parent conference she and I said polite hellos to each other while my other brain thought how much I'd like to fuck her, in the ass--it was such a well shaped piece. "But, you know," Adam declared while looking me level in the eye, "women ain't all there is. Men, you know--we can help each other," delivered with a smile and a sly wink. "Men sure can get what they need from each other, no need for a pussy, right?" Another wink. (Well, ok, but I'd still like to fuck his wife). "Kids, you know, boys, they get into all kinds of horny situations and take care of business when and how they have to, you know?" He let this hang between us so to gauge its effect. I understood and nodded, but kept my tongue still. "Take our kids, Dave, good looking little dudes aren't they? They've been doin' it Dave, they been taking care of each other since the summer." "Yeah, I know." He didn't look surprised I knew. I felt my cock start to swell. "Course they'll soon find girls I'm sure. In the meantime.... Your boy is pretty good looking, Dave. How do you feel about Jorell?" "He's a handsome young man." I didn't mean to sound so distant, but I wasn't sure if the conversation had finally turned in a safe direction. The place had emptied out some and we couldn't be overheard. Adam continued. "Can you picture them, the two of them, our boys, naked and fucking, Dave?" I said Jorell was pretty sexy, attractive, with a good personality. I hesitated and lowered my voice..."I saw them yesterday in Sasha's room." Adam looked mighty pleased at this. He drew himself up and smiled. "How about the fathers, Dave? You're alone too. How about having a drink with me at my place?" This attractive black dude, this well built guy, a father of a teenage son, is suggesting we get in bed together. Does he know his son sucked me off yesterday? All of a sudden lots of possibilities opened up in my mind, really hot images of fathers and sons, boys and men, sucking and fucking, making love. "Sure, I'd like that." Adam had a modern apartment laid out for modern living unlike our cramped tenement. It was very neat and well furnished like what you see in contemporary furniture displays, all the lines clean. We sat on the glove soft sectional with a bottle of wine. From the picture window I could see the bridge and roof of my place a few blocks down. After some chitchat about apartments and rents and the relaxing effect of the wine, he placed his hand on my knee. "Men turn me on Dave," he said gazing at the wall across from us. I felt his hand on me. "I'm not 100 percent pussy oriented; neither is my son. Boys turn me on too, Dave. Your son... you know? I like white boys Dave, they're so soft and tender." His hand started a slow massage. The words, intensified by the wine, swelled my cock "Yeah, they are, aren't they sweet?...Adam...before we go any further I want to tell you something. Yesterday Jorell..." "I know Dave, I know. He told me. That's very hot. And you know something else...he's done that to me too! Aaaah yeeeesss, babe, we do some home cookin' here too!" Adam closed his fingers around my cock, now almost fully hard. How nice it felt to be the one seduced for a change instead of the aggressor. It felt feminine and I liked it. "Jorell's wants to be with you again. And Dave, I want Sasha...I want my black dick in Sasha's mouth. You mind if I talk this way? About your son? I'm so hot! He's so pretty Dave. White boys get me real hard and your son is so sexy!" For emphasis he squeezed my cock again. "I want his white ass...my tongue up his asshole, Dave...Fuck man!" He lowered my zipper and undid my belt. His words were like hot bullets stamping lascivious images in my mind. Yes, sure I want Adam to do that. I want to watch my young son with this handsome black dude. And me, I'll take Jorell's ass too. We can work side by side, baby! "We can work side by side, Adam." He let out a glorious laugh, looked up to the ceiling and shuddered like a colt. "Oh, Dave! I knew this was gonna to work! I knew you was cool cause your son is so smooth! Man!" Quick black hands undid my belt and zipper, pushed down my jeans and released my boner. Adam's fine lips took me right in and sucked hard, so hard I almost winced. I clasped my hands behind my head and slid my pelvis down the cushion so he could take more. Why did a picture of my ex-wife flash across my brain? She was a good cocksucker too; she liked me to watch her sucking young men at parties. She would have enjoyed watching this. The image of my son's cock flashed. Would she have sucked her own son? Given her enormous appetite for sexual adventure, probably. Images of Jorell and his father...Adam riding his son's ass. How immoral and how beautiful these thoughts! I reached for Adam's zipper with excited anticipation. We broke apart and hotly shed all our clothes then fell into a 69 arrangement on the couch, Adam on the bottom. That voice inside me said 'what a body.' He was about my size and build but his cock, that magnificent thing I now had in my mouth, was a little larger. I thought Sasha could take him if my boy was warmed up and gently seduced with love. I wrapped my hands around Adam's surprisingly small but firm ass cheeks. Yes, men can take care of each other and I was glad our sons had started to also. I felt glad as my fingers traced the clef between the roundness and he pushed a little harder into my mouth I felt a great warmth of emotion flood over me because this, I believe--the four of us together in sex--could be the start of a new family for Sasha and me. A blended family, like they say. Adam's balls were rubbing my nose and their smoothness, their lack of hair, pleased me. In fact you could say, like his son's, his body was practically hairless save for the nice pubic patch. Their clean body profile would delight a sculptor. We sucked each other as if famished because we were starved for the nourishment of sex, we licked and caressed and played like men who had crossed a desert deprived of water and finding the sweet oasis of sex, suddenly became youthful and trusting again. From the next apartment some cool jazz was playing softly. The winter sky brightened and the room grew soft. We grew more intense and athletic, licking not just cock but everywhere, smooth white skin and tasty chocolate skin, licking crease and crevice and whatever could be reached. We broke apart when Adam's cell phone beeped. Jorell. His father listened and smiled then turned to me. "Dave, is it ok with you if the kids come back?" Sly wink. end part 4 I will write more if encouraged. I answer emails and welcome suggestions. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com