Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1998 20:30:32 -0000
From: John Venn <john@jvenn.freeserve.co.uk>
Subject: Dad's Best Friend - Part 5

This fictional story contains scenes of consensual father/son sex and
teenage boy sex.  If this offends you, or possession is illegal where you
live, don't read further!


Dad's Best Friend - Part V

by 

Alexander

Tim left early the following morning and I didn't get a chance to say
goodbye to him. Apart from anything else I wanted to remind him that he had
half-promised to try and bring Peter down next week-end. I was really
looking forward to his coming as it was someone more or less my own age to
mess around with.  Dad and me had some great times together, and apart from
Tim I had never had 'sex' with anyone else.  I had looked at the other boys
in school and even thought about having some fun with them, but I was
afraid that either they would get angry with me and tell the others what I
had asked for, or even worse tell one of the teachers. There was one boy
especially I liked the look of and tried to get a good look at his cock
every time we changed for games. I think he knew what I was trying to do,
but never made any effort to move away from me or hide himself from
me. Once or twice he even smiled at me when I was looking at him, but we
were both frightened to take it any further I suppose.

Dad and I were laying in bed later that night, not having any sex games
really, just laying happily together in the comfortable, warm bed.

"What did you think of Tim?" Dad asked, twiddling my hair round his
fingers.

"All right. I think I like him," I replied, "I didn't at first, but after a
bit I changed my mind. He's OK. Why?"

"Well, I don't want you to think that he will ever take your place. He and
I have been friends for a very long time and he is a good man, but you
mustn't ever think that he is going to push you out."

I had thought about this of course, and was a bit worried about it,
especially the first night when I had caught them together, but both Tim
and now Dad had made sure that I was OK about it.

"Don't you ever think about girls?" Dad asked out of the blue, taking me
completely by surprise., "It's about time you did, you know."

"No, not really," I replied hesitantly, not knowing quite what he wanted me
to say, "There are one or two at school I like, but nothing serious."

"What about boys then?", he asked, not quite able to keep the tremor out of
his voice.

"Well.......Yes, I suppose I think about them more than I do about
girls. But I've never done anything with them!" I added hurriedly, afraid
of what he was thinking.

"Oh, it's not that," he said smiling at me," I expect that you do think
about other boys, that's fairly normal and nothing to worry about. I know I
did when I was your age. But if you do anything with them, be very careful
won't you?"

Once again Dad amazed me by even talking about this sort of thing. I
suppose that I had never thought about Dad being the same age as me, and
more than probably having the same sort of thoughts that I did and it made
me feel a lot better.

"When I was about your age I had a 'special friend' who I used to mess
about with. It was never serious, just once in a while, but we were caught
once by one of the teachers, and although he never told anyone, it
frightened us both and we never did it again."

"I'm sorry," I said, not quite knowing what I was being sorry about," But I
will be careful, promise.  Do you think Peter will come down next
week-end?"

"Shit!," I thought to myself, "Now he'll guess what I'm thinking about."

Dad turned over on his side to look at me, and with a twinkle in his eye
said that he didn't know, but he'd give Tim a ring during the week and find
out. "Come on, son, let's relax now," he smiled and pulled me on top of
him.

I could feel my already hard prick against his stomach, and his was
pressing up between my legs.  Taking a firm grip of it between my thighs I
gently began to work myself up and down his prick, massaging my own against
his slightly hairy belly.

"Mmmmmmmm, that's nice," he moaned with his eyes closed. "Nobody could be
better than you and me!" and opening his eyes for a moment reached down and
kissed me on the forehead.

Dad had his hands clasped together in the small of my back and was
following my slow up and down motions on his prick.  Reaching behind me, I
manage to take one of his hands and place it over my bum, hoping he would
get the message but he didn't, letting it just rest there cupping the
cheeks of my arse. So near, yet so far! I wanted him to stick his finger up
me, just like he did the other night, but it seemed as if he didn't want to
- or at least didn't understand that I wanted it.  Determined to get my own
way, I took hold of his first finger and slid it into the crack and down
towards my hole. At last he got the message!

"Oh, all right then," he whispered into my ear, "But get up a minute first
will you?"

Not knowing why, I did as I was asked, and watched as Dad rolled over and
opened to draw of the bedside cabinet. He took out a small tube of some
sort of clear ointment and smeared my bum with it, as well as his finger.

"That's better," he said, "Get back on again if you like."

Doing just that, I could feel his finger searching for my tiny hole, and
quickly finding it, rested against it for a moment or two. Holding me
firmly with his spare hand, he kissed me hard on the lips and at the same
time pushed his finger inside me.  The instant of pain I felt as he entered
me was lost in the passionate kiss I was getting, and before I knew what
was happening, he was wriggling his finger around my inside, making me feel
absolutely delirious with delight!

"Ooooooh! That's good!" I whispered, returning the kiss. "Please don't
stop."

For the next hour or so we messed about like this, taking turns to stick
fingers up each other and generally having a perfect time.

"Come on," he eventually said, "That's enough for one night. It's about
time we went to sleep."

I must admit that once he said this, I felt tired although up to that point
I was feeling wide awake and could have gone on for ever.

"OK." I agreed, "But can we do one more thing?""What's that?"

"Will you suck me? I really like it when you do that.  I'll suck you if you
like."

"Tim's got a lot to answer for!" he grinned, "All right then, but be
quick."

Turning over in the bed so that I could get my mouth around his beautiful
cock, I almost wept with delight as I felt him take mine in his.

It seemed like fractions of a second before we both came, and this time I
was ready for it, managing to swallow almost all of what Dad gave me. I was
also aware that I had come in his mouth, not as much certainly, but enough
to make him cough and splutter a bit.

Resting in each others arms a little later, I was almost asleep when I
whispered to Dad that I loved him, and wickedly added "Please don't forget
to ring Tim will you?"

"All right!" were his last word as he kissed me once again on the forehead
and drifted off to sleep.

It must have been about Wednesday that Dad came in late after having been
away for the day.

"Watcha, son!" he smiled as he came through the door carrying some
shopping, "Here, I've bought you some new clothes," he continued as he
threw a large plastic bag towards me.

Upending it on the table, I saw that he had bought what looked like a
complete set of new clothes for me, from underpants outwards!

There was a brilliant red T-shirt and two pairs of bright blue shorts,
which looked about ten sizes too small. There was also a couple of pairs of
brown and white boxers, which also looked too small for me.

"Thanks, Dad but I think these are a bit small for me!" I grinned holding
up the offending shorts and boxers.

"Oh, I don't know," he said seriously, "Try them on anyway."

Sitting down on the kitchen chair, I removed my shoes and socks and then my
school trousers and Y-fronts.

Standing naked from the waist down, I unwrapped a pair of the boxers and
tried them on.  Although they were a bit on the small side, I just about
managed to squeeze them on., but had to re-arrange my prick and balls as I
did so.  It was just as I was doing this that Dad let the bombshell drop,
quite deliberately.

"Oh, by the way, Peter and Tim are coming down Friday night. I spoke to him
today."

I stopped in mid re-arrangement, speechless. The picture I had drawn on the
computer of Peter with the cock flashed through my mind and I started to
get an erection.

"Just as I thought!" Dad laughed, I wondered if that would happen."

Feeling myself glow red with embarrassment, I picked up the shorts and
slowly took them out of the packet, waiting for my boner to subside.

Half smiling at him, I said that it wasn't fair, telling me that just as I
was getting dressed.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help it," he grinned.

I struggled with the shorts. Even with a limp cock, they were tight. Very
tight.

Pointing this out to Dad, I said that I would go and change them after
school tomorrow.

"No, don't do that son, Keep them. You can always wear them round the house
if nothing else," and with that walked across the room and cupped my cock
and balls with one hand.

"They make you look very ......... attractive," he said hoarsely, keeping
his hand on my cock and feeling it stir, "Wear them this week-end when Tim
and Peter come down. Just for me. I want to show them what a good-looking
son I have"

Sensing that he had some sort of plan in his mind, I agreed that I would
and tried to work out what he was playing at.

"Oh, by the way, make sure your room is fairly clean and tidy will you? You
and Peter will have to use it this week-end don't forget."

"Shit!" I thought, "So that's his idea. He's bought these things to bribe
me into sleeping by myself, or at least with Peter and away from Dad (and
Tim I thought)."

Sadly I re-packed the clothes and took them upstairs, almost in tears.  Not
being able to face Dad feeling as I did, I set to and began to sort out the
mess in my room.

Deciding that I was going to have some fun of my own if I possibly could, I
made my mind up to completely re-arrange my room, the object being to push
the two single beds as close together as I could, at the same time making
it look as if they had always been like that.  After a lot of struggling
and swearing I managed to drag one across the room and position it just as
I wanted. Experimentally I lay on one and reached out towards the other as
far as I could. Thankfully, I noticed that I could almost touch the far
side of it with a bit of an effort.

Sitting in the living room later that evening the atmosphere was a bit
tense between Dad and I, which as it very rarely happened made me feel even
worse.  I knew that if I could find the words, Dad would understand how I
felt, but I just couldn't think of what to say.  Dad wanted to spend some
time with Tim, and in his own room. That meant Peter and me had to share my
room, but I had never slept with anyone else before, apart from when I'd
been camping and so on, but that was different. The thought uppermost in my
mind was that although I didn't really mind not sleeping with Dad for a
night, the fact that Tim and he were 'having games' and without me made me
feel bad. I know that Peter was with me, but I didn't know him and wasn't
sure if I would like him enough to 'play' with him even.

Finally deciding that it was time for bed, Dad and I went upstairs, hardly
speaking except when necessary.

"Let's have a look at your room shall we?" Dad said as we reached the top
of the stairs.

Noticing immediately that I had shifted the bed, he turned and grinned
broadly at me, "That's what all the noise was about. I wondered what you
were doing, now I know. That was a good idea of yours."

I almost told him there and then that I would sleep in my room tonight if
he wanted, but thought better of it.

Getting undressed we slipped into bed, but for once didn't cuddle up close
to each other.

"OK, " he said finally, "What's the problem?"

Pausing for a second and taking a deep breath, I started, "Dunno really. I
just feel a bit pissed off for some reason, I don't know why. I think its
to do with Tim and Peter coming down this week-end. I like being with you
and I'm used to it, but I'm not sure about four of us all together."

"I know how you feel, but it'll be allright I promise you. If you don't
like Peter very much, then you can sleep in here with me and they can have
your room. "

This made me feel slightly better, but I was still a bit worried about it
all.

"Smile!" he said, pulling me closer to him, "There's just us two tonight so
let's make the most of it shall we?" and playfully squeezed my balls.

I wouldn't tell him for worlds, but he is the best Dad ever and I loved him
more than anything. Not only did he always manage to make me feel better
when I was pissed off, but seemed to understand how I felt without my
saying anything.

Making my mind up to try and make him as happy as I could, I squirreled
round in the bed and started to give him a suck, something I know he like
me doing.  Down in my groin area I could deliciously feel him licking and
kissing me all round my prick and balls; he knew this drove me wild and the
harder he licked and kissed, the harder I sucked.  It wasn't long before I
could feel myself coming, and I didn't want to just yet, I was far too
happy messing about as I was and wanted it to last for ever.

Just about in time, I twisted round so that I lay on top of him and putting
my arms around his neck gave him a long hard kiss, my tongue darting in and
out of his mouth.

"Hey," he said, pushing me away from him slightly, "What's got in to you?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all," I stuttered.  "I love you, I don't know what I'd
do without you Dad." and stupidly for no reason began to cry.

Wordlessly he rolled me off him and cuddled me tightly. Looking up into his
face, I was amazed to see tears welling up in his eyes. "Yes, I know,
Paul. I love you too."

Wrapping my leg around his as I used to, I gently eased my knee into his
groin and started to rub my cock against his thigh, producing what seemed
like gallons of spunk within seconds, and covering the top of his legs and
balls with it, making a wonderful, glorious sticky mess.

"Better now?" he said quietly.

"Yeah. Much, thanks," and I began to smooth the come into his stomach which
always tickled and made him laugh.

"Pack it in!" he said, obviously feeling better himself, "Let's try and get
some sleep shall we?"

The following day was Friday, the day that Tim and Peter were due to
arrive. I hurried home from school and dropping my school bag in the
kitchen ran through the house to find Dad working in his office.

"Have they arrived yet?" I queried breathlessly, knowing full well that
they hadn't as there was no car outside.

"No, not yet. I expect that they won't be here much before six at the
earliest. They've got quite a long drive remember.  Do me a favour and make
us both some coffee will you?"

Going back to the kitchen I made some coffee and sandwiches for us at the
same time.  I took them through to Dad and sat watching him work for a
while, filling in the time by telling him about the day I had at school.

Taking advantage of a break in the conversation, he suggested that I went
and got out of my school clothes, "Put on the new things I bought for you
the other day, will you?" he asked.

Now I knew what was at the back of his mind. He wanted me to look as
'attractive' as possible when they arrived, showing me off in effect I
suppose.

I decided that I would go the whole way and have a good, long shower first,
and so collected my new shorts and things before going into the bathroom.
Stripping off, I looked at myself in the mirror somewhat more closely that
I usually did. "Not bad, " I thought to myself, twisting and turning in
front of the mirror to see as much of my body as I could. Involuntarily, I
even started to get an erection just thinking about how good looking I was!

To stop things getting any worse, I dived into the shower and soaped myself
all over with the smelliest shower gel I could find. Didn't work too well
I'm afraid as the action of smoothing the gel all over me just made my
erection grow even more and I took hold of my cock and started to
masturbate, something I rarely did these days as Dad managed to take care
of most of my needs in that direction!  Closing my eyes and leaning against
the wall as I concentrated on what I was doing, a picture of Peter entered
my mind. "I hope I like him and he likes me," I thought.

Climaxing fairly quickly, I watched semi-interestedly as my newly-made come
mingled with the soapy water and ran down the waste pipe. Stepping out of
the shower, feeling a bit down-ish as usual after I had come, I carefully
dried myself and sprayed deodorant all over me.  With no little difficulty
I struggled into the T-shirt and shorts.  The bulge in my shorts, which I
guess was Dad's intention in buying them really did make my cock and balls
look bigger than they were, and the erection I started to have again was
becoming quite painful, and there was no chance that I could adjust myself
to make it easier. Finishing off by putting on the white socks and trainers
I again looked in the mirror to see what I looked like.  The effect was
stunning, even if I do say so myself. I looked really good and thought that
no one could not find me good looking now. I hoped Dad would be proud of
me.

Running through to his office I went and stood in front of him.

"Well?" I said, looking straight at him, "How do I look?"

Dad stopped work and stared at me. "Absolutely beautiful," he said choosing
his words carefully, "I've never seen you look so, so ........ handsome!" I
couldn't help but notice that the bulge in his trousers was getting a lot
bigger as he examined me from head to toe.

Brilliant! That was just what I wanted to hear and felt like a million
dollars. I jumped across and sat on his knee, giving him a hug and kissing
him on the cheeks.

"Thanks Dad, Have you finished work yet? I have been a good boy today,
promise!"  I asked hopefully, wanting us to have some fun and games for a
bit before they arrived.

"No, not yet, but I suppose I could spare five minutes for you, seeing that
you have been good."

Without waiting for any further prompting I knelt down between his legs and
undid his belt and zip before carefully working his prick out from his
boxers.

His boner was already fully grown as I put my lips around it and began to
lick all round the end of his cock, enjoying it just as much as Dad was.

We hadn't been messing about for very long before we heard the sound of a
car coming along the lane outside. Living where we do, there are very few
cars which use our road, and we can usually tell if it is a 'local' car or
not either by the time of day or the sound of the engine.  This time it
slowed down as it approached our drive and taking a quick glance out of the
window, I saw it was Tim and Peter.

"Shit!" I said without thinking. I had never sworn in front of Dad before
and looked at him anxiously, but he was more concerned with putting his
rapidly shrinking erection away before he answered the door than with my
swearing in frustration.

Somewhat thankfully I hurried into the living room, turned the TV on and
grabbed the remote control just as I heard the door bell ring and Dad
welcome Tim and Peter.

"Hi Tim. Hello, Peter. Come in. Paul is probably watching TV, why not go
and join him Peter whilst your Dad and I get the luggage."

Standing up to welcome him, I was heading towards the door when Peter came
bouncing through it, almost running in to me.  We both stopped, shocked at
the sight of each other.  Dad and Tim had obviously been in touch and set
us both up - we were wearing identical clothes!  I just stood there, still
in a minor state of shock. Peter, who was obviously a quicker thinker than
I was started to laugh which quite effectively broke the ice between us.

Tim and Dad followed close behind having hung back to watch what happened
when we met, and were almost helpless with laughter as they came in.

"Paul, you should have seen the look on your face when you saw Peter. It
was wonderful!" Dad managed to splutter out.

"I said I'd get my own back," Tim said as he looked at me, "Come on, let's
have a look at you."

Still feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the situation, I managed a pale
smile and turned to face Tim.

"My, you are looking good.", his eyes fixated on my bulge. "Go and stand
next to Peter and let me take a picture of you both."

Producing am instant camera from his pocket, he asked me to put an arm on
Peter's shoulder and pose for the photo.

Peter glanced up at me still smiling, and not showing a trace of
nervousness he moved closer. As we stood together I noted that he was only
a few inches shorter than me, with darker hair and although his shorts were
the same size as mine, the fitted him a lot better, and I couldn't help but
notice the slight and interesting mound in his groin.

Resting my arm on his shoulder I was pleasantly surprised to feel him
snuggle up closer to me and wriggle himself so that his shoulder was
nestling in my armpit. He put a thin arm round my waist and held me
tight. This was some friendly boy, I thought, beginning to take a liking to
him.

"And another one," Tim said taking the exposed film out and placing it on
the table.

I felt Peter move slightly as his Dad focused the camera on us, and
thinking that he was only making himself more comfortable, ignored him,
concentrating on the camera.

Having completed this stage of the introductions, Tim and Dad sat down on
the easy chairs, both Peter and I choosing to sit on the floor between our
fathers opened legs, listening to their conversation about the week's
events.

Neither Peter nor me were particularly interested in their chat and started
to fidget around, bored.

Why don't you take Peter upstairs and show him your computer?" Dad said,
"I'll call you down when dinner's ready."

"OK," I said, grateful for the opportunity to escape," Come on, Peter,
let's go."

Making our way upstairs, Peter told me that he is always called Pete. "The
only time I get called Peter is when I'm in trouble," he said laughing
lightly.

"OK, then. Pete." Come on in, I said as I held the door open for him.

Grabbing a chair, I carried across to the computer desk and placed it
alongside the one already there.

"Here you are, Pete. Sit here. What do you want to do?"

Pete said that he didn't mind what we did, but asked if I had any games to
play. Telling him that I didn't have very many as I wasn't really into
computer games, but used it mainly for schoolwork and drawing with.

"Brilliant!" he replied, moving his chair closer to mine in his excitement,
so close in fact that our thighs were in intimate contact. I liked the
feeling and made no effort to move away, but aware that I was already
starting to get an erection.

Starting up the main drawing program that I used, I suddenly remembered
that it was the same one that I had used to draw the prick on the picture
of Peter I had scanned. Hurriedly I tried to close it down before it
started up properly, but failed. Luckily it opened up on a blank screen.

"Show me what you've done," Pete asked, keeping his eye on the screen.

Somewhat reluctantly I listed out the drawings I had saved. Thankfully, I
had saved the offending picture under "pic" and not "Peter" and so he
didn't see his name there.

"Where's your scanner?" he asked taking me aback . How did he know I had
one, unless ........!

"Over here," I replied, pointing to where it sat next to the printer, "How
did you know I'd got a scanner?"

"Dad told me when he showed me the picture of me you'd messed about
with. Look" and so saying, withdrew the crumpled printout from his back
pocket and opened it out in front of me. "Can you do another one for me,
this's getting into a bit of a mess?"

Now much more at ease with Pete, the worst and most worrying bit of our
first meeting now safely out of the way, I pulled the picture up for him
and started to print it.

"Wait here a minute, I'll be back in a sec," he said as he pushed the chair
back and headed downstairs.  Watching the printer do its work, I waited,
curious to find out what the rush was.

"Here," he said, throwing the two Polaroid's on the desk, "Let's see what
we can do with those."

The picture on top was the first one his Dad had taken of Pete and me. It
was in fact very good - we looked just like brothers, if not twins. The
second one made me start in astonishment. What I thought was Pete moving a
bit to get comfortable was in fact him moving his hand in front of my balls
and sticking his finger out so it looked as if I had a tiny, thin prick
sticking out in front of me! Both our Dad's must have seen what he was
doing, but neither had given the game away and let him do it. Having no
choice, I smiled but said nothing.

"The prick you drew on me was far too big. Mine's not nearly as big as that
- yet!" he laughed, "It's more that size," pointing to his finger on the
photo.

Unable to stop myself I glanced down at his crutch and tried to guess the
size of it, aware also that I was getting hard.

"Wanna see it?" he gabbled out impatiently, and not waiting for an answer
unfastened his shorts and pushed them down to his knees. Not only were his
T-shirt and shorts the same as mine, but he was also wearing identical
boxers!

"Shit!" I thought, I've been well and truly set up.

Pete had a lovely cock. It was about three inches long and uncircumcised
like mine, but he didn't have any hair yet. At least I had a little bush at
the base of my prick - not a lot, but at least there was some.

As we stared at his prick, it started to grow, twitching now and again as
it expanded. Pete didn't seem at all phased by this, in fact he slid down
his chair a little and opened his legs to give himself a bit more room.

"Your turn," he smirked, not giving me the chance to object.

Hesitantly I stood up to unfasten the waist of my shorts, a little
self-conscious but thankful that I was about to let my cock out and lessen
the pain it was causing me trapped inside my too-tight clothes.

For some reason I went across to the bedroom door and making sure that it
was closed, stuck a chair under the handle so it couldn't be opened
suddenly. I'm sure that neither Dad or Tim would have objected to what we
were doing, but it made me feel more easy. It also signalled ( I hoped) to
Pete that I wouldn't object if things didn't just stop with showing each
other our boners. Straining to push my shorts down, I carefully eased my
tender cock out under the waistband of the boxers so I could push them
right down.

"That's better," I sighed, "It was getting bloody painful down there!", my
prick standing out to full attention.

"Dad was right, then," he said, staring at me, "It's big innit. Must be
almost as big as Dad's."

"What else has he been saying?" I thought to myself, "Christ!"

"Can I touch it?" he whispered, "You can hold mine if you like."

I knew that once I had a hold of his prick, and he mine, the result was
inevitable, and I wasn't about to stop.

"Yeah. Go on then," I replied, reaching out for his now rigid tool.

His cock felt wonderfully soft, silky and smooth. I could almost cover it
from base to tip with my hand, and my fingers met as they circled it. "Just
the right size for wanking" I thought. Meanwhile, Pete was fondling mine,
running his fingers all round it, and tantalisingly up and down the length
of it, driving me almost crazy with his sensitive, delicate touch.

"Wait a minute! I've got an idea" he suddenly said, and pulled his shorts
up. Dashing towards the door, he removed the chair and was hurrying
downstairs before I could say anything in reply.

Returning with the Polaroid, I guessed instantly what his idea was - and it
made me incredibly excited.  "I think dinner might be a bit late," he
laughed, "They're not downstairs and your Dad's bedroom door is
closed. Still, it gives us more time. Come on, stand up."

Stripping off completely, we must have taken about a dozen snaps of our
erections from all angles, laying each of them on the desk to
develop. Comparing each one of them with the picture of the two of us
together, we decided which ones we liked best. Scanning them all took quite
some time, but we eventually got there and pulled them up on the screen.

Pete was remarkably adept with the manipulation of the images - much better
that me and it wasn't very long before he had given himself a tremendous
cock, which if it were real would have reached almost to his chest! Me, he
gave his cock to, and said something about it being all I could cope with
if I continued wearing those shorts!

We spent the next hour messing about with the pictures, having a tremendous
time with them. Picking out two which we thought were the best, we printed
them out, enlarging them to full A4 size.

Even Pete was stunned by the sheer eroticness of them, they looked even
better when they were printed and stuck on the wall.  Pete was so agog he
even started to wank himself off unconsciously as he stood staring at them.

I wasn't much better and moved close to him so we were shoulder to
shoulder.  "Jesus!" I mumbled, "You're fucking brilliant!"

"I've just got to have a bloody wank," Pete said softly, impressed even by
his own handiwork.

Turning him round to face me, I reached down, eased his hand off his cock
and started to toss him off. I was right, it was a perfect fit and I could
feel every inch of his exquisite prick.

Pete I was aware, had hold of mine and was giving it the works. Not gently
as I was with him, but hard and almost viciously, his hand almost a blur
with the effort he was putting into it.

"Hey, slow down a bit, that hurts!" I said, "Take your time."

"Sorry!" he mumbled, rather flustered and eased off a bit.

When we came, it was brilliant, there was spunk flying everywhere, and we
couldn't give a damn - we still kept pumping away! There was so much that
my balls ached with the exertion, and I collapsed on the bed, breathing
deeply. Pete fell alongside me, also gasping for breath.

"Bloody hell!" Pete murmured, "I needed that. Ever since Dad told me about
you and him, and your Dad, I've had an almost permanent fucking boner,
wondering what it would be like and now I know. It was fucking ace!"

"Me too," I lied, "And just think, we've got all week-end together!"

Once we had regained some of our strength, we cleaned up, got dressed and
headed downstairs.  It was fairly obvious straight away what Dad and Tim
had been up to as they were sat watching TV in their dressing gowns, they
hadn't even made the effort to get dressed.

"Hiya boys," Dad said, looking round at us, "Everything OK?"

"Yeah, fine thanks," I replied, making the understatement of the year, and
planting myself next to him gave him a cuddle.

Pete, echoing my sentiments went across and sat on his Dad's knee, working
his hand inside his dressing gown and holding him round the waist. Tim's
hand I noticed rested easily in Pete's groin, his fingers tracing little
circles on his son's balls and prick through his shorts.

"Hey, I'm hungry!" he abruptly said, sitting up, "What's for dinner?"

"Don't you ever think of anything else apart from your stomach?" his Dad
said, laughing.

"Nope. Well, now that you say it ............," Pete responded looking
directly at me, "There is something else, ........."

"All right," My Dad interrupted quickly, "I'll ring for a
take-away. Indian, Chinese or what?"

Deciding that we would have a Chinese, the meal was soon ordered and would
be delivered as soon as they could. In the meantime we made ourselves cosy
and spent a peaceful hour or so idly watching the box.

Laying my head on Dad's lap, I slipped my hand inside his dressing gown,
and finding that he wasn't even wearing any pants, fiddled with his cock
and balls, giving him an instant hard on. Pete I noticed was doing the same
thing to his Dad, but Tim had managed to slide his hand inside Pete's
shorts and was playing with his cock.  Dad, having tried two or three times
to get his hand inside mine, gave up. "Said they were too tight!" I
whispered evilly in his ear, "Serves you right."

It was close to midnight before we had finished eating and cleared things
away, and fore the first time that evening I thought about the sleeping
arrangements. I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep with Dad tonight,
unless we all four share the same bed, and I didn't think that would happen
somehow, and the alternative was that either I slept with Pete, or with his
Dad and Pete went with my old man.  This last idea didn't appeal to me very
much for some reason. I wouldn't have minded spending the night with Tim,
but the thought of Pete and my Dad ..... well, that was somehow different.

My Dad, as ever, must have been reading my mind. "Come on, he said to the
room in general, "I think it's about time we hit the sack. Pete, you're in
Paul's room with him."

Glancing across towards Pete, I caught him looking at Tim, and a flash of
disappointment crossed his face.


"That's all right, Pete, I'll come and tuck you in first if that's OK with
everyone?"

Picking up the hidden message, Dad and I readily agreed that it would be a
good idea and with that Pete and his father went upstairs to my room.

"Come on then, Paul, let's go." Dad said, lifting me gently to my feet.

Entering his bedroom, I quickly stripped off and climbed into bed with Dad.
"Everything OK, son?" he said, cuddling me to him.

"Yeah. I like Pete, he's good fun. And he's brilliant on the computer, much
better than me."

"So that's what you were doing all the time you were in your room is it, I
wondered what you were up to!," grinning at me knowing full well that it
wasn't.

"Well sort of, most of the time anyway. We did get sort of diverted for a
minute or two," I said carefully.

"That's good. I'm pleased for you. It's about time you had a friend nearer
your age. It's a pity they live so far away though."

"Yes, 'spose it is," I agreed.

All the time we were chatting we were cosily playing with each other, I was
kissing and licking his neck and ear, whilst pulling away at his prick. He
was playing a finger tantalisingly around my bum and tickling me around the
balls, getting me extremely aroused.  I was even aware of a bit of pre-come
leaking out of both mine and Dad's pricks, but he said that we didn't ought
to come just yet as we had guests!  Rather sadly I settled for that, hoping
that the fun I anticipated having with Pete would be just as good as it
would have been with Dad. We must have carried on like this for ages, but
it didn't seem long before there was a knock on the door, and Dad letting
go of me for a second called for Tim to come in.

Rather surprising myself, I didn't feel at all put out by Tim. The only
slight nervousness I felt was getting out of our bed with a hard on, and
Tim knowing where I was going and what I was probably going to do with his
son. Keeping these thoughts to myself, I slid out of the bed on the
opposite side to Tim wrapped Dad's dressing gown round me and saying
"Goodnight" went to my room as quickly as I decently could.

"Hiya, Pete," I smiled as I closed the door and once again put the chair up
against it, "OK?"

"Yea. Thanks," he replied looking at me closely as I dropped the gown.  My
erection had almost disappeared by now, but quickly regained itself as I
stepped towards the bed and scrambled in beside him, deciding for a while
at least to keep my boxers on just in case he didn't want any 'messing
about'.

Although I had put the two single beds together, I had carefully arranged
that I had used the big double sized bedcovers from the cupboard when I had
made it up and as a result there was no difficulty for either of us - if we
wanted to have some fun.

We lay there for a while about two feet apart, carefully avoiding any body
contact each waiting for the other to say or do something.  It was Pete who
took the initiative.

"How long have you and your Dad been at it?" he asked somewhat nervously.

"Dunno really," I began to explain, " It started a long time ago when I was
little and Mum died."  I went on to tell him a bit about us and how I had
always slept with him.

"Your lucky," he replied, "It's only about a year that my Dad and me have
been doing it, and then only sometimes when we can get away fishing. I like
it though, do you?"

"Yes," I replied turning over on my side to face him and resting my head on
my folded arm.  Pete did the same, and we looked at each other, now only a
few inches apart.

"What sort of things do you do?" he asked seriously, his eyes narrowing.

"All sorts really, we just like being together and having a good time. How
about you?"

"Dad likes to feel me all over and play with my cock and balls. I like to
play with him and suck his dick until he comes. It's best if we both get
undressed, but we can't do it easily in our tent in case someone comes. We
were almost caught once when a dog got in the tent and a man followed it.
I had to pretend I was sick and Dad had to hide himself with the sleeping
bag!"

Grinning at the picture in my mind, I got serious for a bit.

"Glad you came?" I queried.

"Yeah. I was a bit frightened at first, especially when Dad told me about
coming down here. I didn't know about him and your Dad at first, but we
went out for a MacDonalds and he told me all about it, and said that it was
a really big secret and no one must ever know. I was angry at first, but
then he told me about you and your Dad and I felt better."

"Same as me then. I was really pissed off when I found out, but we had a
good time last week-end and I like your Dad now."

Sinking into silence once more, I summoned up the courage to ask him if he
wanted to have a bit of fun before the magic of the moment had gone.

"Can we!" he said excitedly, "I didn't think we would...... I've only ever
done it with Dad before and I didn't know if you ......... and I really
feel like doing it with you"

"Hey, that's OK," I answered, "I've only ever been with Dad as well,"
deciding not to mention Tim as I didn't know if he knew or not.

Leaning over Pete to turn the bedside light out, I drew the sheet tight
over us and pulled him to me.  Pete, for his part managed to wrap his
ankles round mine and pulled us even closer together. I could feel his
lovely little cock pressing into my stomach, as I am sure he could feel
mine.

There is something very exciting and erotic about laying in a darkened
room, cuddled up to someone in a lovely warm bed, knowing that you could do
almost anything you wanted to each other, and Pete must have felt this as
well.

"Can I kiss you?" Pete murmured, "Dad lets me sometimes, but I don't think
he likes it much"

"Course you can, but do me a little favour first?"

"Yes, anything," he replied as I felt his whole body wriggle against me
with pleasure, "What?"

"Forget Dad for the time being. There's just you and me now. Let's enjoy
ourselves without thinking about them shall we?"  "It'll be more fun" I
ended trying to sound as cheerful as I could.

"OK. Done" and with that kissed me hastily on the lips, both our mouths
remaining closed.

Moving one hand behind his head, I pulled him down on me again, this time
forcing my tongue into his mouth.  For a first-timer, he cottoned on to the
idea really quickly, and I found his tongue trying to get down my throat as
far as it could.  We embraced and kissed passionately, both completely lost
in each other.  I had never, ever, been so passionate with anyone before.
My Dad and I had had some brilliant times, but this was different. We were
totally immersed in each other, happy and excited and exhilarated and
........ words just weren't enough.

Coming up for air and wanting to take a breather, Pete asked me what I
liked doing best.

"Dunno really. Dad and me play about a lot and do different things, but he
likes me to play with his cock and balls and then suck him until he
comes. I like it when he sucks me too, but I really like it when he sucks
me and stick his finger up my bum." I thought for an instant that I had
gone too far by telling him this, after all it sounds terrible when you put
it into words, but the feeling it indescribable.

"Dad likes me sucking him too, He don't like me kissing him much though. I
like it when he gets all my prick and balls in his mouth and licks me and
sucks and....."

I could feel him shivering with emotion as he said this.

"Sometimes I like to push my prick just inside his bum. I think he likes it
too, but he won't let me push it all the way in, just touch the outside of
it.

Knowing exactly what he was talking about, and the excitement it gave, I
asked if he would like to try it with me and get it all in, hoping against
hope that he would agree. I liked Dad's finger up there, and his prick
wasn't much bigger than his finger - not that much anyway I thought.

The look on his face said it all. It was as if it was his birthday,
Christmas and Easter had all rolled into one for him.  Remembering that Dad
had used some sort of ointment when he did it to me, I frantically tried to
think of something I could use., remembering at the last moment that I had
a little tin of Germolene that I used once to cover a burn with, I searched
it out and gave it to Pete to hold.

"It'll go in easier if I smear this all round your cock, and a bit on my
bum as well," I told him.

Getting on all-fours on the bed, I got him to kneel behind me and inch
forwards until I could feel his hot cock against my bum-hole. Grasping my
two cheeks in my hands, I pulled them apart as far as I could and told Pete
to push.

It took three or four clumsy attempts before he managed to force his way
just inside me.  I was expecting a bit of pain, just as I did with Dad, but
this time the pain was excruciating, and I bit my lip so hard that I made
it bleed. His prick must have been a lot bigger than I thought it was, but
I wasn't going to wimp out in front of Pete.

The agony soon wore off and I told him that he was in and could push as
hard as he liked now.

Holding me round the hips, Pete started to thrust in and out as if his life
depended on it, pushing harder and deeper each time. I quickly got into
rhythm with him and we worked together.  It was really good. I felt a glow
spread all over me and I was conscious of every little move that Pete
made. I also found that I could make it even nicer by tightening my arse
muscles as he pushed and pulled in me.

Pete must have been enjoying himself just as much as me as all I could hear
was his swearing with delight as he rammed me.  I knew he was about to come
when I felt his prick get that extra little but harder and he forced
himself even deeper inside me.

"Jesus! Jesus!" I heard him say, "Fucking hell!" and with that emptied his
load inside me.  Much to my own amazement and complete surprise, I came at
the same time, shooting my spunk all over the bed!  I had never come before
without having a wank or being tossed off, and it was a new experience for
me and one I rather liked!!

Pete gave one or two more little pushes and then withdrew, collapsing in a
sweaty, gasping heap on the bed beside me.

In between gasps he managed to tell me how awesome it was, and that he'd
never come like that before, it even made his balls ache he grinned.

Feeling just as delighted and please with myself as he was, I leaned over
and kissed him on the lips.

"That was brilliant!" I said, "It was abso-fucking-lovely"

For what seemed the rest of the night we fondled, kissed and generally
enjoyed ourselves together, eventually falling asleep exhausted in each
others arms.

The next thing I knew was a loud bang on the door as a strange voice
shouted, "Come on you two, time to get up."

It took me a minute or two to realise who and where I was. And the first
thing I noticed was the angelic-looking Pete still sleeping beside me.

"It wasn't a dream then," I thought, "It really did happen" and glancing at
the bedside clock saw it was gone ten o'clock!

Waking my new friend up, we hurriedly went to the bathroom and showered
together, not touching each other but simply content knowing that we could
if we wanted.

Pete put on his blue shorts and red T-shirt again, but I decided that
enough was enough and dressed in baggy shorts and an old school shirt.

Running downstairs for breakfast, Dad and Tim were already dressed and sat
smoking and listening to the radio.

"Thought you were both dead!" Tim grinned, "Didn't get much sleep I guess."

Dad, ignoring the heavy humour, told us to hurry up and finish our
breakfast as we were going out for the day.

"Where?" Pete said through a mouthful of cereal.

"Fishing." Tim said, looking straight at his son, "I thought we'd show them
how we ....fish"

Pete almost choked himself, realising full well the implications.

"Ace!" he almost shouted, "Where? When? "

"Hold on a bit. Let's get organised first," my Dad interrupted. "Let's take
one thing at a time."

I have never been fishing very much before, and thinking about it, didn't
think that any of us would get much done today, but I was certainly willing
to go along for the ride, and see what developed.  I could already feel the
start of yet another anticipatory hard on erupting in my groin.