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We got up and walked into the kitchen, just as toast popped out of the toaster. I sat. Sal moved a chair and sat next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I smiled at my big brother. Sal's dick was very stiff. I turned and looked at Dad. Dad was naked and I admired his back side. I'd eaten his ass and was starting to agree with Sal. Dad had a hot ass. Of course, his entire body was hot. He had hair on his back. I liked it. I wanted to feel it.
"Good lord, Teddy!" Dad said. "I swear, my dick can feel your lust, even when my back is too you."
Dad turned towards us and I groaned as I looked at his dripping erection.
"Please let me lick your dick!" I said to Dad.
Sal laughed.
"I want you to just lust after it, for now."
"It's probably pheromones, Dad," Sal said. "You may be able to smell our lust—or anybody's lust. Maybe the smell makes you hard."
"Hey, Sal! You may be right! That would explain why I've always loved having people lust after me."
Sal nodded.
"Your precum is going to drip on the floor!" I said.
Dad grinned at me. He pulled a spoon out of the drawer. I gasped as he held it at the end of his cock. He squeezed his cock with his other hand. A big glob of precum fell into the spoon. Dad walked over to me. I breathlessly watched his big cock swing while he walked. I knew how heavy it was. My face still tingled a little from when Dad slapped me with it.
"Open your mouth, sweetie. I've got your medicine," he said.
"Oh, fuck!" Sal said.
I opened my mouth and Dad put the spoon in. I sucked and licked the spoon until I had all of it.
I looked up at Dad. His eyes were full of lust. It made me shiver with excitement.
"More, please, Daddy," I said.
I watched Dad's heavy cock bounce when I said it.
"Fuck, Dad! That's the hottest fucking thing I ever saw!" Sal said.
Dad grinned.
"This is our new life, boys. Get used to it quickly, or you'll miss some of the fun."
Sal and I cheered.
Dad milked more precum out. I got to lick the spoon, again. Dad rubbed his cock head against my face. That was the first time I noticed the smell of his cock. It made my erection throb. Doing it caused him to produce more precum. He caught it in the spoon and fed it to Sal.
"Dad. I would love to watch you spoon feed Buck and Wade's spunk to Teddy," Sal said. "I mean, even if his mouth isn't sore. And Buck is dying to film that." Sal grinned at me.
"Oh, fuck! That's a fucking great idea, son! It will be even hotter if my cock is in Teddy's ass while I feed him. It will make a terrific video, too!"
I groaned. "And we can do this every day?" I asked.
Dad looked stern, but I could tell he was about to grin. I knew what was coming. He was going to remind me that we were going to have sex all day long. Dad didn't want to have sex once a day, and neither did we. "I mean, we can do this as often as we like?" I asked.
Dad chuckled. "That's better."
"Will things like that stiffen your cock when I've worked all the stiffness out?" I asked.
Dad grinned. "You better believe it! And I want to tell you that the thought of that is about a million times more erotic to me than S&M ever was," he said.
I cheered.
"It's so wonderful that this is working out," Dad said. "I never dreamed it would be this easy. Even Buck thought it would take you time to adjust to the idea. He had already planned out what he was going to say to you to get you interested in what we want. I was so afraid it would go terribly wrong. Earlier, when I heard you'd been looking at my hardcore magazines, I was sure it had. But the only thing you liked was my cock. It's like a miracle."
"Dad, your cock is very nice and I love it, but it's no miracle," Sal said.
Dad and I laughed.
"I have to agree. It's incredibly wonderful, but it won't get you canonized," I said to Dad.
He and Sal laughed for a long time.
"I think we should go nudist indoors," Sal said. "I talked to Wade and he agrees. He thinks Buck will like the idea."
"Yeah, I want Teddy to be able to see our cocks, as much as possible. The thing is, I don't like the feel of urine dripping down my legs," Dad said.
"But how often does it happen? Only right after you take a piss. You can wipe it off. And I'd like to point out that you are the guy who pissed in people's mouths," Sal said.
"Hey! I never wanted piss on me!" Dad said, laughing. Then he looked unhappy. That was bad.
"But that's a good point," I said. "I don't like it either. I would love to see you in a jockstrap, Dad."
Dad grinned. "Would you? That's a good compromise."
"Would we wear them all the time?" Sal asked. Dad frowned. "I've been hiding my cock from Teddy for years. I want him to look at it. I want him to watch me get hard when I look at him."
"Yeah. That's a good point," Dad said. "I want the same thing."
"Well, I think you would both look hot in jock straps and in nothing."
Sal grinned. "Well, if you want to look at me in just a jock strap, that's good enough for me," Sal said to me. "Hey! Wait a minute!"
Sal got up and left the kitchen.
"Would you like to eat my ass if I was wearing a jock strap?" Dad asked me.
"I think so. Ass-eating is new to me. I never fantasized about licking your asshole."
"You didn't? Never? Even if it was clean?" Dad asked, laughing'
"Yuck!"
Sal came back into the kitchen.
"Sal, did you ever fantasize about eating my ass?" Dad asked him. He was buttering toast.
"Not until I saw this picture," Sal said.
He handed me a photo. I groaned. It was a picture of Dad wearing a leather harness and a leather jock strap. I had seen a man wearing a harness in one of Dad's magazines, but I'd never seen a leather jock strap. It was the hottest picture I'd ever seen.
Dad didn't know what we were talking about. He walked over and I handed him the picture.
"Where did you find this?" Dad asked Sal.
"In the trash, along with some videos," Sal said.
"Oh. I didn't realize I threw them away at the same time," Dad said. Dad shook his head and looked annoyed. "You were what? Eleven years old?"
Sal laughed. "More like fourteen or fifteen."
Dad frowned. Then looked at Sal as if he was wondering if Sal was lying.
"Hmm. It sure seems like I got rid of them way more than three years, ago. I knew I threw them away because I figured you'd start looking for porn."
Sal winked at me. I guessed Dad was right, but Sal didn't want Dad to get upset by admitting he was eleven.
Dad looked at the picture. He got a strange expression on his face. "This was taken when I was eighteen," Dad said.
"You sure don't look eighteen!" I said.
Dad nodded.
"I think I will tell you the story of this outfit," he said. "It might help explain some of my more, uh, questionable sexual activities. And about our lives, too. Some of what I'm about to tell you is funny, because it is so weird, but I don't want you to think I'm proud of any of it. I'm not. I got seriously fucked up about sex, life, and love. Sex made me forget what I thought was important and became the most important thing to me, the only thing I cared about. But here goes the story. When I was eighteen, I was still living with my parents in New York. My only hobby was lifting weights at home. I was a bodybuilder, and I was in great shape. I was proud of the way I looked. Girls in school started paying attention to me and guys wanted to hear about my workouts, because they wanted to try to look like me. Before that, I'd basically been invisible in school.
"I'd heard about bathhouses, probably in the newspaper. Not the New York Times, of course. It would have been one of the little papers that were given away in some shops. I decided to see if I could get into one of the bathhouses. I was a virgin, at the time. They let me in with no problem. Because I'm hairy, I've looked like an adult since I was fifteen or so. I asked at the front how it worked. The guy acted kind of weird. I realized later, that he was flirting with me. I was clueless, at the time. You got a locker for your clothes, and then just roamed around with a towel around your waist. There were at least ten men who wanted to have sex with me, as soon as I had my shirt off. I took the rest of my clothes off. Suddenly, there were hands roaming over my body. A guy knelt and began sucking me. I'd been there about a minute, and I was still holding my clothes. I never even got the towel around my waist. Let me tell you, it was a whole new world. It was obvious these men lusted after me. I liked that. I was a high school student. I was shy. I didn't have any friends. One of the men was really hot. I watched his cock grow stiff when he saw me. Standing right in front of me, hot and naked, was my first sex partner. He showed me around and explained everything. He stopped and kissed me. That was my first kiss. It wasn't a tentative first kiss on a first date. A hot naked man stroked my cock while our tongues met. He then told me I was the hottest man he'd ever seen. I didn't think of myself as a man, then. I was still in high school. Then we had sex, while guys watched and jacked off. He was a bottom. He explained everything to me, and then I fucked him. The fact that I was surrounded by men who I was exciting, excited me. I lost my virginity when I came hard in the guy. It was nothing at all like jacking off. I absolutely loved it. In my naivete, I thought that after I came, it was time to go. But no. I'd worked up a sweat fucking him. An attractive guy asked me if he could lick off my sweat. I am sure my eyes widened. I said, 'sure', so he did. But then I remembered I couldn't go home smelling like sex. I went to take a shower. There was an orgy going on. I got pulled into it. A hot guy knelt and began sucking my cock. My cheeks were pulled apart and someone rimmed me. After that, I sucked my first cock. It was attached to real stud. He pulled off before he came. He shot his load on my cock. He asked me to fuck him. His cum was the lube."
"Oh, fuck, Dad!" Sal said. Dad nodded.
"I stayed three hours and came four times. It was incredible. I could do anything I wanted to just about anyone I wanted. That first night, at one point, my cock was in one guy's mouth, while another guy rimmed me, while other men played with my nipples and balls…It was incredible! I know I said that already, but keep in mind that I was a virgin a couple of hours earlier. Unfortunately, it was like a drug, and by the time I left that first night, I was addicted."
"Damn, Dad," Sal said. "And I thought our sex is hot."
"Our sex is hotter, Sal. Believe me, I know. Sex is better when you are with someone you love, if it's hot sex. And sex with you two is always going to be hot, because you are my sons. That will always make my daddy cock hard. Anyway, I began going every evening. I made up a story for my parents and headed for the bathhouse. I had three or four orgasms every single evening. They wore my dick out. It was so much better than jacking off, and it was so easy, too. Anyway, I had sex with the guys who appealed to me, but there were always older guys who could only watch. They would jack off while they watched us having sex. These guys were probably in their fifties and sixties, but I lumped them all in the category 'old farts'." Sal and I laughed. Dad grinned. "One night, as I was leaving, one of the old farts who was usually there when I was, offered me two hundred dollars to suck my cock." Sal gasped. "I lived with my parents and didn't need the money, so I said no. He looked annoyed. He upped his offer to three hundred. I told him I really wasn't interested and that I didn't need the money. All this time, he was looking me up and down. He had a big bulge in his towel, which I knew I'd given him. I thought that was cool. I was glad my body made him hard. He offered five hundred. 'Look! I wouldn't do it for eight hundred, so let's just stop, OK?' He sighed. 'How about a thousand dollars, BUT…I get to take my time and suck you at my place.'"
"Damn, Dad. I hope you said yes!" Sal said. I laughed. Dad chuckled.
"I couldn't resist a thousand bucks to get my cock sucked. I said OK. He asked me if he could trust me to be discreet. I had no idea what he was talking about. He told me no one could know about this. He could lose his job. I told him I'd be out on the street if my parents found out I was even having sex, much less gay sex. I told him I was still in school and I had to live at home. He seemed pleased by that. It seemed weird to me at the time, that what I'd said made him happy. But that was because I had no experience in the real world. All he wanted was for no one to find out about what he was doing. He didn't want to have to worry about it for the rest of his life. I understand that now. Anyway, I wanted the exact same thing he did. He was only a few blocks away. We walked there. I had already come four times that evening. I began to worry I couldn't come a fifth time. He blew me while I watched his porn. I managed to shoot again, but that was only because he was an extremely talented cock sucker. He wanted to take pictures of me. I let him. I figured for a thousand dollars, he should be able to come more than once. He spent a long time taking pictures. I enjoyed posing for the photos, but I had a little trouble staying hard after having five orgasms in about three hours."
"Five?" Sal said.
Dad nodded.
"You're such a stud!" I said.
"No. I'm a stud muffin."
Sal and I laughed, although we didn't understand about the muffin. We would soon.
"He gave me ten one hundred-dollar bills and I left. I didn't need the money. Dad had a great job at that time and he paid me a generous allowance. So I opened a bank account the next day and put the money in it. I didn't tell my parents, of course. I couldn't explain how I got the money. They probably would have thought I was selling drugs to have that much money. I continued going to the baths for sex. It never occurred to me to ask anyone out on a date. Why do that, when you will see them and have sex with them at the baths? I mean, if you wanted to have sex again with a guy, you'd just ask when he would be back. It wasn't always when I could get there, but there were plenty of other men. As long as the men were hot, I didn't care whether they were saints or assholes. I wasn't there to talk. I wanted orgasms. Period. Hot guys gave them to me. Anyway, I learned that the old farts spread the news that I could be had, at their home, for a thousand bucks. And that I would pose for nude pictures for no additional money. I learned later that a lot of the men were as interested in the photos as they were of blowing me. Some of them wanted my cumshot in the photos, not in their mouths. Fortunately, I've always shot large loads, so I produced a fair amount of spunk for the third of fourth orgasm of the evening. I wish I had some of those photos, but I don't have a single one. A couple of days later, I followed another old fart home and he sucked me. He also took pictures. He actually had a photographer take them. This one wanted close-ups of my asshole. I bent over and spread my cheeks with the camera about a foot away. It not only didn't embarrass me, it made my cock stiffer The photographer was practically drooling. He wanted to eat my ass, but he wasn't hot and he didn't have a thousand dollars. The old fart asked if they could get a picture of him licking my asshole, since he was paying so much. I said sure. The same guy hired me a second time. That time he got pictures of himself sucking my cock, while I looked at a porn magazine. The business with the old farts just kept on. At first, it was one or two men a week. Then the word spread and it went up to three or four men some weeks, driven by the photos, I'm sure. The old farts also told friends about me who would never consider going to the baths. For those guys, I would get instructed to show up at some address, and when I left thirty minutes later, I was a thousand dollars richer. I had no idea there were so many wealthy gay old farts, all of whom were content just to suck my cock and balls and have my picture taken. It was a while later before I began worrying that some of those photos could get published. I mean, there had to be a lot of pictures of me floating around. Who knew where they'd end up? My parents didn't look at gay porn of course, but there were bookstores that sometimes put magazines on display for passerby's. If a picture of my face appeared on the cover of a magazine, it could catch my parents' eyes. Fortunately, that never happened. With my steady business with old farts, I restricted myself to three orgasms at the baths and saved one load in case an old fart wanted me."
I stared at Dad. He shrugged.
"Wasn't that dangerous, Dad? Showing up at strangers houses?"
"I never thought about that, at the time. I was eighteen. My cock was making all my decisions."
Sal laughed. I didn't get it. Shouldn't he say it was his wallet, or his bank account that was making the decisions?
"You got a thousand dollars for every orgasm?" Sal asked, shaking his head.
"No. I was giving three away every evening at the baths. But yeah. I was getting a thousand bucks for a lot of them. And this was for no effort on my part. I didn't have to touch them."
"Were you an asshole back then, because this doesn't sound like you at all?" Sal asked. I was shocked. Dad frowned.
"Maybe. I don't know. I was a jerk. I was self-centered. I told you I'm not proud of this. I regret treating people as if they were only put on this Earth to make me happy, to give me money and to give me orgasms. But back to the story. One evening an old fart at the baths gave me a card with an address on it. 'He's a friend. He pays generously, but he tips big, too.' 'Tips?' I thought. I could get a thousand dollars and a tip, just for having an orgasm? That was even more amazing to me! I went to this very expensive apartment house overlooking Central Park. I looked up at the building. Based on the apartment number, it was possible he was in the penthouse. That was scary. I was severely underdressed. I was wearing a tank top and running shorts, with no underwear. I was wearing that, because I told my parents that every evening I played basketball with friends. I had to be dressed appropriately when I left home. I knew I didn't belong there at that elegant, expensive apartment house. I seriously considered leaving. After all, I didn't need the money. But I decided, what the fuck, go for it. I showed the card to the doorman who directed me to the apartment. When I got to his door, I rang his bell. A guy in a uniform opened the door. I almost turned around and ran away. I was not a wordly man; I was a high school student. 'Who is it, Tom,' I heard a male voice say. 'A young man to see you, sir.' Tom said. Tom gestured with his hand for me to enter. I walked in and saw this old, flamboyant queen wearing short purple silk shorts and a lavender silk shirt. He even had purple silk slippers. He looked me up and down and grinned at me.
'Jack, darling! I've heard so much about you! And to be honest, darling, I've seen all of you. Pictures, you know. Stunning." He shook his head. "The camera loves you.' he said. Then he grinned. I nervously held out my hand. He chuckled. He took my hand and kissed the back of it. "Sit down, please!' I did. I looked around his living room. It's difficult to describe, because the room shocked me as much as the man did. It was like a cross between the museum of modern art and an adult bookstore, because there was pornography all over the place. Evidently the butler was very liberal-minded."
Sal laughed.
"Anyway, Charles was his name. He went by Chuckie to his friends. He asked me what I wanted to drink. I said water. 'You can have something stronger, if you like.' I was thrilled! I'd never had an alcoholic drink—"
Sal burst out laughing.
"You were having orgies and getting paid for sex, but you never had a drink?" Sal asked.
"Have I ever told you I had a typical life as a teenager? No. I never did. Because it was unusual," Dad said.
I laughed. "Just a bit," I said.
Dad nodded, grinning. "A bit," he agreed.
"I was about to ask for a beer, because the guys at school were always talking about beer. But I really doubted he had Budweiser in his refrigerator. I was half-convinced he didn’t know whether he even had a fridge. 'A beer for me, Tom,' Charles said. I told him I'd have one, too. 'You're overwhelmed, I know,' Charles said to me. 'I don't dress like this to fit in. Please, just ignore the surroundings. I know I do, when I can.' 'But isn't this your home?' I asked. 'Yes, but it displays my sister's tastes. You have no idea how much some of this crap cost.' I tried not to laugh. 'If I decorated it,' he said. 'I would have wallpaper covered with naked young men having sex on all the walls, and sexual devices on all the tables.' 'Why wouldn't you have wallpaper of you having sex on the walls?' I asked. He burst out laughing. 'What a hideous idea? Every time I look in a mirror, I say 'Yuck',' he said, smiling. I tried not to laugh. He continued. 'I mean, please. Wouldn't a huge, black dildo be more attractive here, than an urn? That's what that is supposed to be, you know. When my sister showed it to me, I thought it was a paper clip holder'. I laughed. He at it on a table. 'Live sex shows would be nice, too, don't you think?' he added. I laughed. Charles grinned. 'The boys don't have to be as gorgeous as you, and oh, my dear, you are simply stunning, Jack. They just have to be hard and enthusiastic. Now, my dear boy, I realize that I don't do a lot for you, sexually. No! No! Please, don't deny it. After all, I don't do anything for me, either!' I just smiled at him. 'You wouldn't have paid attention to me when I was your age. But wealth has its perks, and I know you are willing to share your time with old fags like me." I was surprised by those words. Fag wasn't a term people used about themselves. 'Now, what I have in mind, is a little more involved than your usual…arrangements.' I really hoped that didn't mean he wanted me to fuck him. I was starting to like him, but just the thought of fucking him made my balls try to crawl back into my body."
Sal and I laughed.
"'I know you are completely discreet,' Chuckie said. 'That is of primary importance to many, perhaps most of your clients.' 'It is?' I asked him. He frowned 'Yes, of course! Why do you think you are so popular?' This was news to me. I thought it was because of my stunning handsomeness and overall studliness!" Dad said.
"Get over yourself, Dad!" Sal said. Dad laughed.
'Well, it turns out that it was both. The old farts could enjoy me without worrying. I mentioned to a couple of the early ones that what I was doing was not the kind of thing I would ever brag about to friends, much less my parents. Friends would think I was a whore and my parents would kick me out of the house. I guess word spread that I wanted the encounters kept secret at least as much as they did. Hardly anyone was openly gay to the whole world back then. Almost everyone was hiding their sexuality from their families and their employers. Anyway, Chuckie explained that in his case, discretion was definitely not what he wanted. He wanted people to see us together. He knew keeping my gayness secret was important to me. He assured me that if for some reason my parents saw us together, he could provide an explanation that would satisfy them. He told me I could trust him, because he knew what it was like to be hated by one's family for being gay. Chuckie wanted to use me as 'eye candy' in front of his friends. He explained that there were parties given by other wealthy gay men. Many of them knew about me, from photos and friends. Evidently, I was the gay old farts darling. Excuse me, I was the discreet gay old farts darling." Sal and I laughed. "Chuckie was richer than any of them and he wanted the other rich old farts to think he'd convinced me to be his lover, because he'd basically out bid them for me."
"Didn't that make you feel like a whore?" Sal asked. "That implies that you picked up old men for money."
Dad stared at Sal.
"Oh, you did," Sal said. I frowned. Dad nodded. This part of the conversation was making me uncomfortable. I had a lot of trouble accepting the fact that Dad had done this. It didn't seem like him.
"Anyway, Chuckie wanted me to accompany him to parties. Before I could say, 'no thank you,' he told me he would pay a base fee of ten thousand dollars per party, with an additional tip, which could easily be more than the base fee, depending on how quickly his friends died when they saw me."
"What?" Sal asked, laughing.
"By died, he wanted to make them insanely jealous. We would pretend to be a couple, but only at the parties. He could grope me and all I had to do was nod my head and try not to vomit when he groped me." I laughed. "Those are his words," Dad said. "'It really didn't appeal to me at all. I really don't need the money,' I said. 'Well, would you do it as a favor to me?' he asked. I thought about saying hell no, why should I, but I thought, why not try it once. I didn't want to have sex with him, but I was enjoying myself, just sitting there. I'd never met anyone remotely like him, and he was funny. I laughed a lot whenever I was with him. You remind me of him that way, Teddy. I never know when you'll make me laugh, again. But I know I won't have to wait long. That was how Chuckie was. And I realized by that time, that I enjoyed having an audience lust after me. I didn't mind if they were all rich old farts. The fact that they'd be wearing clothes was a perk, for me. So I agreed. I saw a lot more of Chuckie than I ever expected. Occasionally I skipped school and he took me shopping. He spent an obscene amount of money on whatever caught my eye. I couldn't take any of it home and I told him that. He told me I could keep all of it at his house. He wanted to buy me a sports car, but there was no way I could show up at my parents' house with it. Besides, I was just never interested in having a showy car. Or even a car, back then. In New York, a car can be a real hassle, especially if you don't need it to go anywhere. Chuckie never groped me, but the shops we went to always had at least one of his wealthy friends in it, and Chuckie introduced me as his 'young stud muffin'."
Sal and I laughed. Dad grinned.
"Believe me, I had a hard time trying not to laugh the first time I heard it," Dad said. "At the end of these shopping trips to buy me things I didn't need and couldn't take home, Chuckie actually wanted to pay me for going with him. He said he knew my usual fee was a thousand dollars, so that's what he paid me."
"Are you making this up?" I asked Dad.
"No. I'm not. And Chuckie is the reason I don't work and you won't have to, either," Dad said.
I stared at Dad in shock.
"You said it was because of granddad's life insurance," I said.
"Do you really think I would have told you the truth, now that you've heard it?" Dad asked. "Besides, Dad's life insurance and savings was divided up between me and my sister. I gave most of my share to my sister for her daughter's college education."
"Dad, you said Teddy will never have to work," Sal said.
"Yes, I did," Dad said.
"Isn't giving you six orgasms a day a full-time job?" Sal asked.
All three of us laughed for a long time.
"Dad were you a…a prostitute?" I asked him.
"I didn't think that I was back then, but yes. When you have sex with someone only because they are paying you, you are a whore. I told you I wasn't proud of this." I nodded.
Dad continued the story.
"I spent a lot of time with Chuckie. I enjoyed going out with him. It ate into my bathhouse time, but I didn't mind too much. We got stared at by lots and lots of people. It wasn't just Chuckie's old gay friends who were jealous of him. I saw some married couples, where the man lustfully looked me up and down and then looked jealously at Chuckie. He noticed them, too, and we would laugh about it. Chuckie never touched my cock. He watched me jack off while I looked at porn—which he let me pick out at adult bookstores. He took pictures of me. He had an expensive set up in one room with photographic lights and a camera on a tripod. I would pose naked in a lot of odd positions while he took pictures. I really wish I had those photos. He even had a closeup of my cock enlarged and hung it on the living room wall. He told me Tom jacked off looking at it when he thought Chuckie was sleeping." I stared at Dad, who shrugged, again. "By that time, he was depositing money directly into my account. There were deposits of large sums that I couldn't account for. He began giving me tiny, expensive things I could put in my safety deposit box. I asked him what that was. He explained, got me one, and that's what I did."
"What kind of things?"
"Jewelry, mostly. None of it was useful. He picked things because they were small and expensive, which never made a bit of sense to me. For example, he bought me a ten carat diamond, just because it was of such high quality. What on Earth would I do with a big unmounted diamond. Or even a mounted one? I later sold all of it for a lot of money. I was getting wealthier, but it didn't make me happy. There was so much money, I began to worry. My parents could find out. The IRS could find out. How could I explain the money? Pretend I had a high paying job in high school? I could afford to pay taxes, but how could I go to an accountant and find out what I owed? How could I explain the money to anyone? If I got letters from the IRS, how could I explain why to my parents?"
"Oh, yeah. Taxes. What did you do?" Sal asked.
"I told Chuckie I was worried and I couldn't let anyone know how I earned the money. He told me he would fix it. He wanted my social security number. I gave it to him. A couple of days later, he said it was taken care of. I asked him how much the taxes came to. 'I don't worry about those details. I have people who do the worrying. Don't you worry, either dear boy.' I thanked him profusely. I hugged him tightly and he laughed. That was the only time I ever hugged him. I wish I had done it more. I had no idea how much money I had. I don't know if he paid the taxes with my money, or if he paid them himself, or if he reported it as gifts from him. But I never worried. I trusted him. I was very grateful. My life could have become a nightmare if anyone learned about the money. I arranged the live sex show that Chuckie mentioned the first time I met him. I brought two hot guys from the baths and we had a three-way in front of Chuckie and Tom the butler, who pulled his cock out of his uniform and jacked off while he watched us. While we were having sex, we would laugh as we heard Chuckie urge Tom to do it." I shook my head. "I was planning to pay for the party, meaning the two guys I brought. I was doing it out of gratitude for solving my money problem. But Chuckie refused to let me pay them. He gave each of them twenty-thousand dollars. The next day he deposited way more than that in my account. I really wanted to pay Chuckie back, somehow. The problem was, I couldn't do it with sex. Looking at Chuckie made me lose my erection, if I had one. So I jacked off for him. A lot. I basically put on a solo sex show for him. As long as I didn't look at him, I enjoyed it. I knew he and Tom were lusting after me, and I liked that. I would ask him where he wanted me and how he wanted me. I jacked off all over his extremely expensive apartment. I shot cum all over his window facing Central Park. I watched Tom and Chuckie lick some of it off, after I encouraged them to do it. That made me stiffer. I jacked off on the roof of the building. I had two guys lusting after me, Chuckie and Tom.
"He eventually told me his family had all disowned him and he would be damned before they got a cent of his money. He wanted to spend it, himself, but he had everything he wanted. We stopped talking about money. I felt like I owed him more than he owed me. It's funny. Even though I was acting something like an escort, he treated me like a friend. I'd say a son, only he loved my cock."
"I'm your son and I love your cock," I said. Dad chuckled.
"You're my father and you love my cock," Sal said. Dad laughed.
"OK! Back to the story! Chuckie was the only person who knew all about me. Sometimes he would take me to dinner and we would talk for a couple of hours. He told me about what gay life had been like when he was my age. He was an interesting guy. It's funny, but he ended up being my best friend. I didn't make friends at the baths. I never knew the names of a lot of the men I had sex with. Hell, lots of times I didn't even look at their faces. If they had a hot body and a hot cock, I had sex with them. I had no friends in school. No one in school had any idea I was gay. Back then, I would have gotten the shit beaten out of me by the whole football team. One day, Chuckie told me a big, gay party was coming up. It wasn't like the small gatherings we'd gone to together. He took me to a leather shop and picked out the outfit in that picture. That was what he wanted me to wear to the party."
"Oh, no!" Sal said.
"I got cold feet when he told me we would arrive in a limo, him in a tuxedo and me in that outfit. If Chuckie was wearing a tuxedo, I knew it was a formal affair. I told him I couldn't walk into a party like that! It was practically obscene to walk openly in only that, and it would be embarrassing, too. He told me the only obscene thing about it would be the amount of money I would get if I went with him. I didn't care about the money. I couldn't spend any of it without my parents finding out. He convinced me to do it as a favor to him. I knew I owed it to him. I owed him a lot more than that. He told me I could get as drunk as I liked, because neither of us would be driving, and neither of us would be having sex. When we stepped out of the limo, I guess they were expecting a grand entry from Chuckie, because there was a photographer who got a shot of us getting out. I was still only eighteen and I can't imagine what my parents would have said if that picture made it into the newspaper. I worried about that once I sobered up. I was trying hard not to stumble. I'd never been drunk before. We walked into this expensive residence, arm-in-arm. Chuckie looked very good in a tuxedo. The only thing purple was a handkerchief in his pocket. That was the only time I saw him when he looked as wealthy as he was. But they weren't looking at him. Fortunately, I was too drunk to be embarrassed. In fact, I remember laughing a lot. I also remember the open mouths of the other guests as they saw us. It was a room full of old farts, with the occasional old woman. I was surprised to see women. They weren't in couples, so they weren't lesbians. Some of the guys looked familiar. I guess we'd run into them before. Later, I wondered if any of them had sucked me off. I was drunk enough not to care what any of them thought. I pretended Chuckie was the love of my life. I had grown to like him a lot, and I just decided to go with it. We wandered in the large room, until Chuckie found a spot he liked. I heard Chuckie mutter, 'asshole at three o'clock', just as another flamboyant queen approached us. He was dressed in red silk tuxedo. I thought it made him look like a cartoon devil." Sal and I laughed. "I groped Chuckie's skinny ass and he squealed. 'Not in public, muffie!" I laughed.
"Muffie?"
"Short for stud muffin," Dad said. Sal and I laughed. "Please control your lust—for just a little while longer!' Chuckie said, loud enough for everyone in the large room to hear. I tried not to laugh, both at what Chuckie said, and the change of expression of the old fart who was walking up to us. 'I see you've been to grade school recently, Charles,' the man said. I remember being confused. I had no idea what that meant. 'No, college, dear boy. Don't you wish you'd attended?' Chuckie said. Chuckie told me later that the guy meant Chuckie found me in a grade school. Chuckie corrected him that it was college and also insulted him for not attending college. By the way, until I was twenty, I lied about my age. I actually lost a year, because I'd been telling everyone I was twenty-one."
I shook my head. "Dad you hate lying!" I said.
"I do now. How could I tell my parents this shit? Lying had become essential to all of this. Anyway, if Chuckie had known I was eighteen, I don't think he would have been interested in me. But back to the party. The man in the red tuxedo looked irritated. He held his hand out. 'I'm Vincent,' he said. I shook his hand. 'Chuckie calls me Stud Muffin, but my real name is Big… Fucking…Cock,' I said."
Sal and I burst out laughing. Dad grinned.
"That was my nickname at the baths. That, and BFC."
"For big fucking cock," Sal said.
"Right. Chuckie laughed, hysterically. He looked very, very happy. I was immediately surrounded by queens who wanted to get to know me. I heard one man tell another man that it was true. He'd seen it. One queen asked if he could call me 'Big' or whether I preferred to be addressed as 'Mister Fucking Cock'. I told him that no matter what he called me, I would always be 'Big'. Chuckie squealed and laughed some more. 'The boy doesn't lie!' Chuckie said, loudly. Again, he wanted everyone to hear. Then he pretended to whisper, but still said very loudly, 'The boy is always hard! Sometimes, it takes my breath away. And you know at my age, I need every breath!' The queens he said this to looked insanely jealous, which was the whole point of why I was with Chuckie. He didn't imply we were lovers. He just implied that he saw my cock all the time. That was enough. When I put my arm around him, they got even more jealous. Some of the people might have figured I was simple hired for the affair. But Chuckie and I had been seen together enough, by enough people to make it seem we might have a romantic relationship. In any case, they knew my cock was always near Chuckie. I was a big hit at the party. I have no idea whether the party was in celebration of anything or not. We ended up being the center of attention, which was exactly what Chuckie wanted. I put my arm around his waist a couple of times, when I suspected he wanted me to. But I never acted like I loved him. I suppose they thought I was trained to do it, or I was paid so much money, I'd do anything for him. I whispered 'booga booga' in his ear, just nonsense, and he squealed and said, 'Not in front of all these people! We'll leave in just a couple more minutes, I promise you.' He was delighted by the other guests' expressions. People began leaving. One old fart whispered to Chuckie. Then Chuckie whispered to me. 'He wants to see your cock.' That was no big deal. Hell, it seemed like all the old gay farts in New York had sucked my cock. If not, they'd probably seen pictures of it. There had to be hundreds of pictures of me floating around that group. The queen led us to the kitchen. I ripped off the jock strap. The man squealed and Chuckie laughed. I closed my eyes and began stroking myself. I got hard. I heard another squeal. 'Help me, my boy!' Chuckie said. I opened my eyes. Chuckie was trying to hold the queen up. The queen's eyes were closed. 'Is he dead?' I asked. Chuckie laughed, hysterically, while I grabbed the body. 'In the best possible way, my dear boy! He fainted! You know, you hope things like this will happen, but they so seldom do!' Chuckie was just delighted that the guy fainted. He clapped his hands and I'd never seen him happier. I picked the old fart up and carried him to another room. The people who were still there gasped. I hadn't realized I was naked, except for the harness. And I hadn't had sex that evening, so my cock was hard and swinging freely. All the queens rushed towards us, but none of them asked or even looked at the guy who fainted. They were all drooling over my cock. I put the guy down and went back to the kitchen for my jockstrap. I had to wait for my erection to disappear, so I could put it on. That little pouch doesn't cover much of it when it's hard. Everyone was disappointed when I reappeared wearing the jockstrap. More people left. One old fart said, as he and his wife were leaving, that she wanted him to thank me in advance. I had no idea why his wife would be grateful. Chuckie explained it later."
"Explain it to me, will you, Dad?" I asked. He chuckled.
"Her husband had seen me and got excited. Then he saw my stiff cock and he got so excited he wanted to fuck her," Dad said. "I assume that was rare, if I excited him. I mean, she didn't look anything like me."
Sal and I laughed.
"Three days later, Chuckie was dead." Sal and I stopped laughing. "I read about it in the newspaper. He had a heart attack. I cried when I read it."
Dad's eyes watered. I was on the verge of tears.
"A while later, maybe eight or nine weeks, I got a letter from a lawyer. Chuckie had left me a very large sum of money in his will. The lawyer said I didn't need to worry about taxes. Chuckie had taken care of it. I invested all the money. That's what we live on."
"Wow, Dad!" Sal said.
"Are we wealthy?" I asked. "How much did he leave you?"
"We have money, Teddy. I have us set up to have a monthly income. You two will continue to receive it after I die. We live modestly. Money isn't important to me. Not having to work, so I could be with you boys was what I wanted. I have one lousy picture of Chuckie from the newspaper in my closet. He took so many pictures of me. I never thought to take a picture of him. I really wish I had one." Dad's eyes were watering. I began crying. It was so sad.
"So are you ever going to tell us how much?" Sal asked, after we recovered. Dad looked annoyed at him.
"Look, money has never been important to me. I don't want it to become important to you. Things you buy will never make you happy. You get happy when you stop looking at all the crap you’ve bought and pay attention to the people who love you, and who you also love."
"I understand," Sal said. I nodded, too.
"I don't plan to keep it from you forever. When you boys are mature enough, I'll tell you. Meanwhile, I want you to think about things you can do with your family, not things you can buy."
"Message heard and understood, sir!" Sal said. Then he saluted Dad.
Dad and I laughed.
"The weirdest part of all this is the fact that I was still living with my parents. The night at that last party, I told them I was going to spend the night with a friend. I really slept at Chuckie's place, after the party. I had to sneak that leather outfit into the house. I hid it well enough. Neither of my parents ever saw it."
"Dad found out he was getting transferred to Texas. I thought about staying in New York and living on my own. I could certainly afford it. But I wasn't ready to leave home. Just the idea of living on my own and not seeing my family, was too scary. If I stayed, I would have had to tell them how I could afford it. They would have hated me. I couldn't deal with that. I didn't care about what the strangers at the baths or the old farts thought, but I cared what my family thought.
"My parents never knew I was a millionaire at nineteen. After we moved here, I became a model and porn actor. I tried to spend as little money as possible. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it, but I absolutely didn't want to waste it on expensive junk. My parents wanted me to go to college, but I had no desire to do that. I told them I didn't know what I wanted to study. I got a job. My parents thought I was working more hours than I actually did. I started going to the baths here. As Sal said, I got jaded and pursued more extreme forms of sex. What I was missing was love, but I thought it was just that the sex had become boring. That kind of sex didn't make me happy, but at least it made my cock stiff. I got sick of the whole scene by the time I was twenty-one. Believe it or not, I was still living at home. I made up outlandish lies to cover my absences for when I went out of town to act or model. Anyway, my older sister had a baby. I had no emotional connections with anyone but my family at the time. Having a child who needed me and loved me seemed pretty wonderful. I babysat for my niece and learned a lot about babies from my sister. I was sick of my life revolving around more and more extreme sex. I decided I wanted a baby. I thought Mom could help me take care of it." He sighed. "But they died in the car accident before Sal was born. After you were born, Sal, I didn't miss sex at first. I was too busy taking care of you. And I wanted to take care of you. I loved it. Jacking off was fine. Gradually, I began craving sex with someone else. I did go to the baths a couple of times, when I absolutely needed to fuck someone. When Sal was three, I decided to have another child. You were born, Teddy. I was really expecting a girl, but I was even happier to have another son. I thought about hiring a babysitter so I could sneak off for sex, but I ended up hiring a nanny who lived here for a while. I returned to the baths, only this time, I got to know people. I wanted to get to know people. I told the ones I liked about you boys. I showed them pictures of you. Some of them became good friends. I was surprised to realize that there were other gay men with kids at the baths. Some of them were married, or had been married. I looked at pictures of their kids and listened to them talk proudly about them. I did the same about you. The important part of my life was with you boys. I was happy. My sister was here, until she moved to Germany with her husband. I was convinced to do one more S&M photo session, but I quit before it really got started. I wasn't the same person anymore. AIDS ended that portion of my life. I call them the bathhouse days. Those days were fun, they didn't make me happy, and the memories don't make me proud. I know I was just an expensive whore. You can't feel proud of something like that. I didn't feel good about myself until I became a father. And you two made me very happy." I smiled at Dad. "Anyway, after Sal was born, I just jacked off by myself. It wasn't bad, at first. I had a lot of very hot memories. But it got boring, then even more boring. I began looking at the magazines you found, just trying to get a little sexual excitement in my jack off fantasies. I never wished I could do any of those things, again. They just reminded me of more, uh, sexually exciting days. Then, years later, I met Buck and started having the best sex of my life. I never ever expected that."
I smiled at Dad.
"Dad, why were men paying you so much money? From the way you talk, the bathhouse was full of hot men," Sal asked.
"I think it was a combination of things, Sal. For one thing, I was naïve. Despite all the sex, I was still a kid. I think I probably seemed innocent in some ways. Certainly I was very impressed by the homes I was invited into. That may have stoked their egos. When they asked for pictures, I tried to make them as hot as possible. When I suggested things I thought would be hot, they always enthusiastically agreed. I was becoming jaded, but I wasn't jaded, yet. I would always apologize when I had trouble coming, because I'd already come so many times, so recently. They never seemed the least bit upset about that. Little did I know that it meant they could suck me for a long, long time. If you are paying that much, you want time to enjoy it. They got to spend an hour or so, sucking my cock and my balls, even rimming me. Plus, there were the pictures. I guess they thought they were getting a lot for their money."
Sal nodded.
"Dad I just realized that there is something expensive I really, really want," I said.
"Is it his big fucking cock?" Sal asked me.
I laughed. "That's it!"
"Baby, you get to give me orgasms for free. What men paid a thousand dollars for, you get for free! You are the luckiest boy in the whole world!" Dad said, laughing.
"Brag a little why don't you Dad!" Sal said. Dad chuckled.
"But I can afford to pay you. I'll take money out of savings, pay you, and you can put it back in savings," I said.
"Ditto, Dad," Sal said. "I'm worried about the taxes, though."
We laughed.
"You're so hot, you're rich!" I said to Dad.
He laughed for a while.
"I guess I was, long long ago."
"Are hot," I said. "Do you mind if I call you Big Fucking Cock?" I asked Dad.
Dad grinned.
"Of course not. That's my nickname. Just don't use that name at school," he said.
We all laughed.
"Well, I'll just call you Stud Muffin," I said.
Dad laughed.
"That's fine. But I have to tell you that hearing you call me Daddy makes my cock stiffer, Teddy."
"OK, Daddy. Daddy. Daddy!" I said.
"Dad, how did you keep all that from your parents?" Sal asked. "I mean, you were wild every evening!"
Dad looked sad.
"By lying to them constantly about everything. They had no idea who I was. They thought I was their sweet, loving son, who only had one problem—he was gay. But they thought I was celibate. Dad would tell me how proud he was that I was fighting it. He meant being gay. I smiled and nodded to him, and felt like a worthless piece of shit. The fact of the matter was, orgasms had become more important to me than anything else. I will tell you now, with certainty, that I was wrong. Orgasms with strangers leave you feeling like there is something missing. It's just like drugs. Sure, they feel great, but some part of you knows they could be better. What you end up doing with sex and with drugs, is try to get more and more. It's never enough, because it isn't really what you need. They feel good, but they don't make you happy. Giving and getting orgasms with someone I love makes me happy. The pleasure I had at the baths was completely selfish. I couldn't have cared less if the guy I was fucking had an orgasm. I sucked guys because I wanted to suck them. I never sucked anyone just because he let me fuck him, or because I liked him. I couldn't have cared less if the old farts had an orgasm of their own, when they were paying me so much money. When I first had sex with Sal, I finally experienced what I think of as a perfect orgasm. It was perfect because I was giving exactly the same amount of pleasure I was getting. And I was giving and getting pleasure from one of the two people I love the most in the whole world. That was the first perfect orgasm I ever had. I'll have perfect orgasms from now on, with both of you.
"Enough! Fuck! The eggs and the toast are cold!"
We ate them anyway. I don't think I even noticed they were cold.
"Why did you get rid of the outfit?" I asked Dad.
Dad shrugged.
"I didn't think I'd have any use for it. And it wasn't worth trying to keep hidden from you. I certainly never thought you'd want to see me in it."
I nodded.
"Can you buy one just like it? For my birthday present?"
Dad chuckled.
"I guess I can. Would you like to see Sal the same way?" Dad asked.
"Oh, hell, yeah!"
"I had no idea you were into leather," Dad said to me, as he handed me back the picture.
"I don't know about leather, but I want to lick this man all over and beg him to fuck me," I said, pointing at the picture. Dad grinned.
"Way to go, Teddy!" Sal said. "Only you'll never have to beg."
"What did you think about rimming?" Dad asked me, as we finished breakfast.
"I liked it. But I noticed that I was the only person who didn't get rimmed," I said.
Dad looked surprised.
"You're right! Well, don't worry. All four of us eat ass. And yours is the one we'll be eating the most."
"Yeah! I want to eat Dad's cum out of your ass," Sal said.
I gasped.
"And I want to watch you do that," Dad said to Sal.
"Won't that make you sick?" I asked Sal.
"No. We'll be teaching you how to clean your ass," Dad said. "And we'll be helping you do it."
"Are you sure it won't make Sal sick?"
"I used to eat my own loads out of some of the guys I fucked. Then I kissed them and let my cum drain into their mouths, while we kissed," Dad said. My mouth fell open. "Besides, you just licked Sal's ass and mine. You're fine. Your ass stays clean until you take a dump. Even then, if you wipe thoroughly, you ass could have less bacteria on it than your fingers. Fingers get exposed to all sort of bacteria and even viruses. Think of all the things you touch. And there are airborn viruses and bacteria, too. Your ass doesn't get exposed to all that."
Was that true? It kind of made sense.
"Close your mouth, Teddy," Sal said.
I shut it.
"Buck is definitely going to want to retrieve his daddy milk and feed it to you," Sal said.
"I'll be doing it, too," Dad said to me. "I don't want my milk going to waste. And I want to eat Sal's milk out of you, too."
"Are we going to use Lysol in my ass, or what?" I asked.
Dad and Sal laughed.
"I never got sick doing it," Dad said. "I just made sure they were very clean. Trust me, Teddy."
"I do, Dad."
He smiled. We finished eating. After that, Sal gathered up the dishes. It was his turn to wash them.
"Come with me, Teddy," Dad said.
He walked to his bedroom. I joined him, then he shut the door.
"Sit, please."
I sat on his bed. He sat next to me. I looked at his stiff cock. I heard him chuckle.
"I know you want Sal, and I can tell you are really hot for me." I grinned at Dad. "Which makes me very happy. Now I want to talk about Buck and Wade. We've been talking about them as if it's a done deal. But it isn't, at all! Do you want to have sex with Wade?"
"You asked me, already."
"Because you looked uncertain," Dad said. "When I asked about Buck, you seemed certain. Let me ask it this way. Would you like to have sex with Wade today at your party?"
"Oh, yeah!"
Dad nodded.
"I understand. You don't know if you want to begin having regular sex with him, but you'd like to try it."
"Yeah, Dad. That's it. I'd like to try making his cock shoot in my mouth."
Dad chuckled.
"Baby, I'm going to be so proud of you when I see your lips wrapped around his cock!" Dad said. "I can't wait to see the expression on his face when he comes for the first time in your mouth."
"You are trying to drive me insane from horniness!" I said.
Dad laughed.
"Don't worry. You're going to have sex for hours today. I wouldn't be surprised if the orgy lasts until bedtime.
"But back to Wade. Wade and Sal want romance. They've told us they want to make romantic love to you. I know you want that with Sal. It would be nice if Wade could have it, too. But I don't want you to have sex any of us if you don't enjoy it."
I nodded. "I understand. I'm going to give him a try. He's always been so nice to me that it was hard to even resent him. Why hasn't he spent any time with me? I know you didn't want me to have sex with him, but I don't know him very well, even as a friend."
Dad sighed.
"That's because of me," Dad said. "He's in love with you, Teddy." I gulped. "And he's been in love with you. If he was alone with you, it would have been obvious how he feels about you. If you saw the outline of his erection and you knew you gave him that erection, would you have ignored it?"
"No. Definitely not."
Dad nodded. "There you go. That's the reason. Enough of Wade. I'm happy you'll give him a chance. He's a great guy and very sexy. You aren't going to be seeing the outline of his erection. You are going to see his cock up close, and dripping. And you'll know you made it drip." I groaned. Dad grinned. "Now, what about Buck."
I nodded.
"What about you?" I asked.
"What about me?"
"Do you want romance with me?" I asked.
"Do you want romance with me?" he asked, in return.
"Yes." Dad smiled.
"Does that mean we'll have it?" I asked him.
"I want to hear your feelings about Buck, first."
"Buck is really hot. His size really excites me. I've been wanting to see his big ole thing since he first showed it to me."
"What?" Dad asked, clearly angry. "What did he do?"
"I noticed his shorts were tented in front. He caught me looking. He told me to just ignore 'that big ole thing'. I began jacking off, imagining how big his ole thing was."
Dad chuckled and shook his head. He wasn't angry, anymore.
"And that of course got you really interested. You might have ignored it, if he hadn't told you to ignore it!" Dad said. I nodded.
"If Wade had done anything like that, I would jacked off thinking about him," I said.
Dad nodded.
"I warned him about that. He got hard whenever he was around you. I told him to hide it. Again, it wasn't because I didn't want him to eventually have sex with you, he just needed to wait."
"Are we going to be lovers?" I asked Dad.
"You and Wade, or you and Sal?" Dad asked.
"No. You and me."
He was quiet for a moment. He nodded his head.
"You told me you want romance with me. The thing is, I don't know what to call our relationships. We've talked about that. Are we all everyone else's lover? In a way that will be true. Do you want to think of me in particular as your lover? I mean, as your primary lover," he asked.
"Yes. I want that very much. I want romance with you, too."
Dad smiled.
"Then that is what we'll do. That's what I want, but I care more about what you want. And I'm a little concerned that you might focus completely on me and ignore the others. If you are willing to try and make the others happy, then it will work. I'm going to be honest with you, Teddy. No one has ever excited me as much as you do." My mouth fell open. "I never wanted anyone as much as I want you. The fact that I couldn't have you, because of your age, made me want you more."
"But you had sex with hot guys!"
Dad grinned. "Who says you aren't hot? Not me! Not anyone else in the family, either. The rest of the family may have affected the amount of lust I have for you. They are so hot for you, that it's hard to keep them from drooling on you when they're with you. Listening to Sal talk about how sexy your ass is, and how your asshole is a perfect pink star gets me incredibly horny." My mouth fell open.
"Is my asshole a perfect pink star?" I asked, sarcastically, I think.
"Yes, it is," Dad said. I shook my head.
"Buck had a bunch of eight by ten photos made of your face. I watched Sal and Wade jack off and shoot their loads on two of the photos, covering your face, while Buck sucked my cock." I gasped. "They are always pointing out things about you that they think are hot."
"These people are insane!" I said.
I heard Sal laugh.
"I'm sure he's listening," Dad said.
"I assumed you like other big, hairy muscle men," I said.
"No. I like smooth guys best. Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike hairy guys. I just like smooth guys better. Sal makes my cock hard. It's just that you make my cock harder. The fact that you admitted you want me to fuck you has only made it worse. I say worse, but it's really a good thing. You excite me." I shook my head. It was amazing. "As a father, I love both of you equally. I just happen to lust after you more. Sal feels the same way about me. I excite him, but you excite him more. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Honesty is good."
Dad stood up and moved in front of me. I looked breathlessly at his cock and balls. Then he squeezed precum out of his cock. His cock was so beautiful, I could hardly believe it.
"Stick your tongue out."
I did. Dad wiped the end of his cock on my tongue.
"Now, I want to hold your mouth open. Don't move your tongue or your head," he said.
I did that. I couldn't believe it, but Dad pushed his cock into my mouth. He kept it there. I closed my lips around it. Dad stroked my hair, while I sat there with his big fucking cock in my mouth. I loved it. I knew Dad didn't want to come, so we didn't move. I tasted precum. He bent down. "Do you like this, Teddy?" he whispered. I tried to nod. I loved it. After a couple of minutes, Dad pulled out. I looked at his incredible dick. It was shiny from my saliva.
Then he turned around. When he didn't move, I pulled his ass cheeks apart and rimmed him. Dad sighed. He pulled his own cheeks apart, freeing my hands. While I ate his ass, my hands roamed over his hairy, muscular legs. "Perfect, just perfect," Dad said. I was encouraged, and began trying to get my tongue into his ass. I was so excited, I didn't think about what would happen if my tongue went inside him. Dad turned back around. His cock was almost touching my lips. I leaned forward a little and kissed the tip. He bent down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his tongue caressed mine. I could tell Dad loved kissing me as much as I loved kissing him. After a bit, he pulled away.
"You're a hot little fucker, Teddy."
I grinned.
"You're a hot, fucking Daddy," I said.
Dad grinned and winked at me. One of his fingers rubbed my asshole. I groaned.
"Are you going to let Daddy inside here?" he asked.
"I'm your lover. You're supposed to fuck me," I said. "And I really want it, Dad."
"Daddy," he corrected me. He slapped my butt lightly and stood up,
"Can we go shopping for leather outfits for you and Sal?" I asked Dad.
"Uh, sure. No, wait! I can't take you with us. You're too young to take into a sex shop."
"Can't you just tell them I'm your lover?" I asked. Dad laughed. "No. You better tell them you're my primary lover. Honesty is good, right?"
Dad laughed for a while.
"Yeah! And what will you and Sal do while I'm in prison?"
"I guess I'll be getting fucked by Sal, Buck, and Wade. But I really don't want you to go to prison, Dad."
He laughed. "It's not one of my life goals," he said.
"Will I sleep with you, or with Sal?" I asked.
"I'd like you to sleep with me. How do you feel about that?"
"Very, very happy."
Dad grinned.
"If I'm sleeping with you, and I wake up hungry, I can get fresh daddy milk from my own Daddy."
"Oh, fuck!" Dad said. He pushed me back on the bed. Then he laid down on top of me. He looked at me with a strange expression. I would soon learn it was lust.
"I want you to do that, Teddy. I want to wake up to find you nursing on my cock for milk. I want every one of my orgasms to feed you my milk, even the ones I shoot into your ass. You'll probably grow at least a foot, before you're an adult. And I'll know that a whole foot of your body was made from my body, my semen, from the hundreds or even thousands of orgasms you've given me."
"Oh, Daddy! I want that!"
"But first, I'm going to fuck you today, baby," he said. "And I'm going to kiss you while I'm shooting my load nine inches deep inside you."
"Nine inches?" I wondered.
"Your daddy has a big fucking cock," he said, grinning. "You remember, you kissed it and you licked it. You are in love with it. Can't you feel it right now, pressed up against you?"
"Oh, yeah. I feel it. I love the feeling." Dad grinned.
"Dad, when you slapped me in the face with your cock, I came. Why?"
Dad grinned.
"I forgot about that. That's classic dominance. You did love it, didn't you? I whacked you hard with BFC and you shot your load."
I nodded.
"Am I a masochist?" I asked. "I don't want to be one." Dad frowned. "And what is classic dominance?"
"Well, some people like to have sex as…equals. Some people don't. Now, I'm simplifying this a lot. People often don't fit into the categories I'm going to describe. Things in reality are usually more complex, so keep that in mind. When a couple doesn't have sex as equals, one is dominant and the other is submissive to the dominant one. They are sometimes labeled as doms and subs. The dominant one can do whatever he feels like to the submissive one, within reason. He doesn't ask. The submissive partner is aroused by his partner's attitude and aggression. S&M couples take this to an extreme. The dominant partner is usually a sadist. He might enjoy causing pain to the submissive. It's not always a lot of pain. For instance, hot wax is a lot less painful than whipping. Anyway, the submissive partner is a masochist who enjoys the pain. He is sexually aroused by it. Does that make sense?" Dad asked. I nodded. "Now, I got involved in S&M as a dom. I wasn't really a sadist, but I did cause pain to the sub, because he wanted me to cause him pain. The pain I caused wasn't the part that excited me, it was the fact that this guy wanted me to do whatever I wanted, with no restraint. It made me feel like more of a stud."
"I get it," I said. "Am I masochist?"
"Not necessarily. You might have been aroused by the fact that I slapped your face with my cock. I was acting dominant, although not intentionally."
"So you are saying it wasn't the pain that made me come."
"Right. It may have been the fact that I surprised you by slapping your face with the cock you love. You may have thought it was nasty and exciting, plus there was a feeling of shock. I mean, you knew it was accidental, right? You know I've never slapped you in my whole life."
I nodded. "There was shock, all right. I also knew exactly how big and heavy your cock is. That was exciting."
"I think that's all there is to it," Daddy said.
"Do you think you'd like me to slap your face gently with my cock?"
"I think I'd like to try it."
Dad nodded.
"Is that bad?"
"No. It would be bad if I hurt you. If you find getting slapped gently excites you, I think it's fine. If I found out you enjoyed the pain part of what I did earlier, I would worry, but I can't say it's bad. I don't think it's wrong to be a masochist, but I would worry if you were one. I don't want to hurt you. None of us do. But I want us to meet each other's sexual needs. It would create a problem."
"I understand, Dad."
"I'd like to find out if you really want to be submissive by describing some scenarios. I want you to tell me which ones excite you and which ones don't." I nodded. "You are sitting watching TV at 10:30 in the morning. We've already had sex twice—"
"Oh, boy!" I said. Dad laughed.
"I'm not finished! Scenario one continues. I sit next to you. I'm getting horny, again. You look back at the TV. You are watching a movie you like. I put my hand behind your head and gently, but firmly, I pull your head to my crotch. I rub the head of my cock over your lips. You open your mouth and start sucking." I grinned at Dad. "Scenario two: you are watching the movie. I walk in front of you and start slapping your face with my cock. I know I made you come that way before. I want to do it, again. I keep slapping, trying to make you come. Then I shove my cock in your mouth. I keep pushing until the head of my cock is inside your throat. It hurts you a little and it scares you, but you know I won't really hurt you. You are excited at being used for my pleasure. I start fucking your throat. My balls slap against your chin. You can't breathe and you start to panic. I realize that, so I pull out to let you breathe a couple of seconds, before I begin fucking your throat, again." I stared at Dad, in shock. "Scenario three: I sit next to you on the couch, hoping you'll suck my cock, but I don't say anything. I wave my cock around a little, hoping you'll take the hint. Now, which of those do you like and which don't you like."
"I like scenario one a lot. Scenario two scared me. It reminded me of your magazines, where the guys obviously don't like each other. Scenario three would never happen, if you were naked or I could at least see BFC. I mean, if BFC is that close, I'm going to pay attention to him, not some movie."
Dad grinned.
"Did you like the first part of scenario two, when I kept slapping your face?"
I thought for a few seconds.
"I didn't like any of that scenario. I didn't like the slapping or the throat fucking."
"If you were a masochist you would have enjoyed at least the face slapping."
"OK! Good!"
"Now, imagine the same three scenarios with Sal. You are watching the movie when he walks into the room. Think about him doing those things. He's your big brother, not your father."
I thought about it briefly. I got excited thinking about Sal just reaching over and pulling my mouth to his dick.
"I like scenario one just as much with him."
Dad grinned.
"If I was going to label you, I would say you were a submissive bottom. You want the top to be dominant enough to take charge of the sexual encounter. I would say you aren't very submissive, though, because in scenario three, you said you would have initiated the sex when I was passive. I would say almost of the bottoms I've met have been like you. I've met very few dominant bottoms. In fact, I can only think of one, right now."
"How does a dominant bottom act?"
"Imagine if Sal is watching the movie. You climb onto his lap, preventing him from seeing the movie. You don't care if he watches the fucking movie, you want a cock inside your ass. Without saying anything, you try to force his cock into you. You get a little angry that he isn't fully erect when you want to be fucked. You grab hold of his nipples and pull on them in the hope that it will stiffen his cock."
I shook my head.
"That's not me doing that!" I said, laughing. "It's my evil twin!"
We both laughed.
"So do you think Sal will like me being a submissive bottom?" I asked.
"Baby, you'll make all four of us happy. It means we can initiate sex, for the most part, anyway, and you will respond positively to it. It means when Buck is with you, he can guide your mouth to his cock without asking permission. You may not want to suck him right then for some reason, like maybe you have to take a piss, or your jaw is sore, or he'll make you late for school." I laughed. "But you won't be upset at all that he didn't ask, first."
"Oh! I see."
Dad nodded.
"And if Sal wants to fuck you, he might slide his hand between your legs. If you don't look annoyed, he might push a couple of greased fingers inside you to stretch you a little. He doesn't have to ask if he can push his fingers inside you. Like with Buck, you might say no. Maybe your ass is sore, and you tell Sal. But you are happy that he wants to fuck you. And because he loves you, he goes and gets a cream that will relieve the pain. The fact that he tried to initiate the sex might even make you happy, because it makes you feel you belong to him and he belongs to you."
"That's me, Dad. That's me, exactly," I said. "I'm so glad I understand this."
"I am, too, son."
"Do you want me to give pissing scenarios?" Dad asked me. I had a half-grin, so I wasn't sure he was serious.
I was surprised he asked that.
"As long as the scenarios don't include me. Let's here some about Buck or Wade."
Dad laughed.
"Oh, I would love to see the expression on Buck's face, if he was sleeping next to the pool, when my pissing on him wakes him up!"
"You think he'd open his mouth?" I asked.
Dad laughed.
"If he did, it would be to bite my cock off."
"Ouch!"
Dad and I laughed.
I bent over and bit one of Dad's nipples. I pulled on it while it was between my teeth. Dad put his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. Dad sighed. "I love you, Teddy," he said, softly. I was thrilled that he liked what I was doing. He kissed the top of my head. Just then, the phone rang.
"Shit. Shit!" I said. Dad laughed, as he reached over to pick up the phone.
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