Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:07:32 -0800 (PST) From: Julian Otero Subject: Best of the Bunch part 6 Best of the Bunch Part 6 Using my son's pussy again made Jorell's dusky face glow with delight. He kept making little grunts, saying "fuck, fuck, fuck," each time he drove his black dick into my son's white ass. Now I did something I had always wanted to do when I was a teenager which needed more than one boy. Quickly I slicked up my boner and got behind Jorell. He stopped and bent lower over my son and spread his knees so I could line-up properly. I wanted to bite his cheeks and lick his young boipussy but I was too hot to wait a moment longer. My cock entered him smoothly, which he acknowledged by yelling, "Daddy, he's fucking me!!" That made Sasha groan and brought sweet,loving curses from Adam. "Enjoy my son Dave, I do so much! Show him what a white man's dick feels like. He's been thinking about you since yesterday!" Again Sasha took that nice cock from his mouth to say "Daddy put your dick in Jorell's ass! When we...skate...that's what I think about...how good we fuck each other...!" All these protests from the boys about not being gay: well, maybe they're not, but they sure enjoy doing gay sex. Who cares! Look at us: all four of us now joined! All four bodies in love with sex, joined, yes, in the need for sex, but also learning how much we liked each other. It wasn't just the genitals we needed, it was the body and the soul of each other. Obviously, Sasha and Jorell had a little puppy love affair going and now Adam and I had bonded. I felt more than ever we could become a family. To expect all of us to cum at the same time was asking too much, especially the way Jorell and I were joined, but eventually we all got there and everyone was patient and gentle. After Jorell's 14 year old cock unloaded up my son's ass, he and I paired off to the side so I could finish what I was doing with his smooth brown butt. I closed my eyes as I came deep inside him, the grasp of Jorell's ass squeezed on me till I was dry. My white sperm in a young black boy while his father was right next to me! Adam and Sasha too re-adjusted themselves into man- on-boy integrated 69 suck fest. Through heavy lidded eyes I watched my son and Adam reach their orgasms just a minute or two later, Adam's middle finger pushing in my son's ass, their mouths receiving all the sperm their balls could give. The scent of sex drifted over us as we took another break. I lay flat on my back looking at the ceiling for a long time, wondering, trying to know the meaning of what we all just experienced. There really was no meaning other than bonding through sex--and that was a hell of a lot. At that moment sex was happening all over the city in many combinations, but who could be luckier than us? Our combination was unique, I was pretty sure. Time passed. It grew a bit cool. Adam disappeared and returned with blankets and dropped them on us while Jorell brought all the pillows he could find. That soft cool jazz from the next apartment started again. I thought about a lot of things: the boy I knew when I was 16, the first girl I'd fucked, some of my good looking black students, male and female, my ex-wife. I dozed for a short time. When I opened my eyes I saw a sight that tugged at my heart, that made me joyful and glad. Adam's beautiful brown body reclined on its side while my son was cradled in his strong arms. They were spooned together. The small white body against the big dark one was a picture in beautiful contrasts: in age, race, and physique. Adam held my son like he was a precious object. What astounded me most was the great tender and loving way Adam was stroking and touching and caressing my son, telling him in a soft and seductive voice what a fine and lovely boy creature he was, an angel made to be loved and kissed and worshipped, a young prince to be revered and cherished. No one, not even me, had made love to Sasha like this. And Jorell, not at all jealous, was part of it too, cooing over my son and kissing his feet and thighs and nipples, licking whatever he could reach. Sasha's eyes were closed, his face in bliss, his body slack in total enjoyment of this veneration. This abject homage went on for a long time.I was impressed by this ritual. Eventually the moment did arrive for which Adam so patiently waited, the moment I had anticipated with worry and excitement all night. Adam whispered in Sasha's ear; Sasha moved into position over a pillow with his ass raised and his legs spread. His buddy warmed some jell between his fingers before applying it on my son's ass. Adam had risen to his knees waiting, his long very rigid cock reaching; ready to satisfy his obsession. He looked drunk. His libido was revved up to maximum by this pretty prone white boy with open ass ready to take him. Jorell grasped the boy's cheeks a spread them wider. Adam leaned forward. It looked so big and my son so small. Almost immediately Sasha cried out, "Slow... slow!...please!" Adam was in the throes his lust and didn't head the plea. "It hurts...you're hurting me!" "Adam!"I yelled,"stop...wait...motherfucker....don't rape him!" Jorell pushed on his father's shoulders and told him to stop. Adam came out of his daze and backed off a little. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Sasha honey, I'm sorry...I love you...I got carried away...Last thing I ever want to do is hurt you..." "Ok, but go slow willya? I can do it...let me take you...don't push." Adam grew calmer, his patience returned, allowing Sasha to relax again. The second attempt to fuck my son was successful. I didn't want a camera then, but now wish I had at least one picture for a keepsake; I could jerk off to it for the rest of my life. I sat crossed legged as I watched this act of Adam and Sasha. He was no longer a boy if he could do this with an adult man. I was jealous that my son surpassed me at 13, doing what I had done only at 16; jealous that maybe Sasha would prefer Adam over me. Jealous that Jorell would probably have my boy many more times than I. Adam came strongly, his final movements beautifully controlled. Indeed he did not want to hurt my boy or anyone. He made love, not war. After his final spurt he rolled over holding on to Sasha so that he lay on his back with his dick still inserted, the white boy he wanted so badly and finally had resting on top of him, Adam's big hand around Sasha's erected cock, jerking, not forgetting my young one's own need. That's how he made the boy cum. With each spurt boy's asshole contracted around the man's softening cock. It was the last orgasm of the night. We covered ourselves with blankets and slept together in a warm pig pile tangle of arms and legs and lips and fingers. Monday morning daybreak: We fathers, awake with new energy, made breakfast. We got the kids' slow, sleepy asses out of bed, fed them, then kicked them out so they wouldn't miss school. When Sasha mentioned the lingering feeling in his well-fucked ass we sent him off with a tube of vaseline. Adam and I called in sick then climbed under the warm covers of his bed and did what two men do who love each other.