Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 13:41:30 -0800 (PST) From: Julian Otero Subject: Best of the Bunch part 5 Best of the Bunch Part 5 We told the kids to take their time, no rush. Adam and I dashed around like college freshmen expecting their dates. We tidied up the living room; I headed for the bathroom and he the kitchen sink to freshen up those parts that we so recently used. Brush teeth, comb hair, zap deodorant and a drop of patchouli for Adam (my favorite too). We were back on the couch looking over an art book of nudes when the boys arrived. The winter air had invigorated their bodies which they dropped onto easy chairs, slouched and sat opened legged. They seemed waiting for something to happen. We fathers were prepared. We had a plan. "Quad has that movie that just came out--you know, Galaxy Battle Two, wanna go?" It worked. On the way over Jorell and Sasha keep teasing us about what we "old guys" did while they were gone and no matter what we said they smirked and chuckled to let us know we weren't believed.We just barely made the showing and were forced into last row because of course they had to stop for popcorn. "Man!" said Jorell when we settled in, "too much patchouli, Dad" "Yeah? I put it in the usual place," he explained. We all though that was funny. The kids sat between us, Sasha next to Adam and Jorell next to me. We daddys planned that but I don't think they were aware. For a while we all watched the action. It was animated with stunning effects and stunning bodies both male and female. Most of the audience was under thirty from what I could see. The popcorn was almost gone when I reached for the box. In the light of a bright flash from the screen I saw Adam's left hand between my son's legs. Sasha was gazing at the screen with big puppy eyes but his lips were drawn into a wide grin. Jorell saw me looking and smiled from ear to ear. He leaned close to me and whispered: "Tell the truth. Did you and my dad get it on when we left?" As I answered truthfully he took my hand and squeezed it against his warm crotch. "My dad is crazy hot for Sasha. He tries to cruise white boys but he's not good at it. Now he's feeling up my best friend's ding dong." I played with Jorell's dick as the movie continued. From time to time I looked over to my son, curious to know how he was doing. He was doing just fine. Adam's handiwork, his busy fingers between Sasha's wide-open legs kept the blissful look on his face. I thought he might even cum right in the theater. With my hand still on Jorell's cock I leaned back in sweet anticipation of the rest of the night. When we left the kids were hungry again. Where the fuck do they put it all? On the way home we grabbed a slices of pepperoni pizza. The anticipation of what we planned to do made us giddy. We goofed around making sly remarks fully understood only by us. The people around us, if they bothered to notice, probably thought what good fathers we were, and integrated no less! Snack over, I suggested we play some pool but we put that aside because "there's other balls we'd like to play with" (my son, the wit). As soon as we stepped through the doorway of Adam's apartment the built up sexual tension flooded over us. He sank down onto the plush carpet while Jorell and I stretched out on either side of him. "Come sit on me Sasha," Adam invited. Sasha looked at me for assurance and got it; he settled his ass down on Adam's hips. If he wasn't hard the boy's warm butt would soon make it so. "Did you like me playing with you at the movie? Your daddy was watching. You're a hot kid, Sasha, and I'm gonna do you real good!" Jorell unzipped himself and fondled his cock telling my son, "Daddy wants to suck you, Sasha." He rose onto his knees, hands on hips, fished out the desired object and moved it hanging half hard closer to Adam's lips. We all made sounds of lusty approval as we watched it grow to full size (six inches) without even being touched. Then he put it in Adam's mouth. I took off my shoes, socks, jeans and underwear, letting my dick do what it wanted, which was to spring up fast to full hard. Jorell, on the other side, stopped what he was doing to himself and started to remove my son's clothing. "Daddy, you got you a white boy now, huh? Be nice to him. He's my best boy." Adam and my son broke apart so the rest of his clothes could be removed. "Yes, baby, I sure do have a smooth nice white boy, Jorell. Tell me how it was to fuck his ass." While the kid described for his father how sweet my son's boy-pussy felt around his 14 year old dick I picked up Sasha's briefs and smelled them--something I'd never done before. It was just something I did spontaneous. I was loosing all my inhibition. I think we all were. In between fondling and touching and kissing we all got naked. I held Adam's cock at the base. "Suck on it Sasha. Do Adam's dick like you did mine!" These words passed my lips quietly but with the tone of command. It was like I was whoring my son. Barriers were down now. There were things in me I didn't know were there. The sense of amoral freedom was intoxicating! Sasha got on all fours putting that long black dick fully in his mouth. I got behind him and licked his asshole, happy to again enjoy that hot little bud so pretty and funky on my tongue. "Sweet! Sasha!...your daddy's got your ass," said his classmate. "He's gonna make it ready for me. Man, yesterday you were smokin!" Adam propped himself on his elbows to better to watch his son enter my son. I moved out of the way and Jorell took my place. He played with Sasha's balls with his long fingers, hairless smooth boy balls so ready to be milked, then he got his face close and gently fit them in his mouth. "You like that Sasha?" I questioned my son. With a mouthful of man-sized dick he could only hum out something that sounded like yes. Jorell did things with his tongue I couldn't see but the effect it had was evident. Adam reached for a shoebox that was near and spilled its contents. Out tumbled several dildos of different sizes and colors, small bottles of scented oil and several tubes of jell. Jorell selected a caucasian toned rubber cock, slicked it with gel and pushed it against my son's asshole. I opened one of the bottles and applied a drop of sandalwood behind my balls. Jorell pushed a little. Sasha let the cock in his mouth drop so he could moan and release a string of hot dirty words. He squat backwards a bit too, allowing the rubber object better penetration. "Cold." Jorell was patient and let my son get used to it, then slowly advanced it into him a small amount each time Sasha backed into it. This was so incredibly hot to watch! My cock was leaking. Adam was muttering little curses while holding his cock in position so Sasha could get back to again, which my son did. By some means I couldn't figure the two of them determined my boy was ready for his friend's warm, hard pulsing real, living cock. The rubber one was withdrawn and put aside and Jorell quickly entered with the real thing--rather fast and rather deep. "Adam," I exclaimed through clenched teeth, "our sons, they're fucking!" More moans and sighs from both kids and from their fathers little words of lust meant to encourage. "...black boy cock in white boy ass ... fuck him Sasha...dick him real good...you sweet, sweet motherfucker." end part 5 I answer emails and welcome suggestions. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com