Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 13:49:45 -0500 From: JM Stone Subject: Part 31 of His Father's Chest PART 31: THE MAKING OF AN UNEXPECTED FOURSOME Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction intended only as a literary stimulant to enhance solo and safe sex. Anyone under age 18 should not read its contents. The presentation design attempts to prevent it from being offensive or morally repugnant. The practices and relationships in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance of this story, its characters, its occurrences, or any names including the writer's is purely coincidental. Donate: Help fund the free press and exciting writings at Nifty.Org. Donate today. . By: Jammer Stone and The Writers' Block Steve dove into the pool, washed the residue from his body, and then swam the length of the pool and back. He paused, thought about Mr. Rohlings, especially how attracted he was to him because he was Lenny's father, and let the man's very full and quite virile cock and tremendously manly chest visualize in his mind. He then turned and swam the length of the pool again. He remained horny. He was ready to fuck John Rohlings when the rancher had fallen asleep. It excited him sexually to know that within a few days he had been fucked both his own father and Lenny's as well. He thought about how Lenny's perception of himself had been changed by his recent affair with the bearish Colonel Harding. Yet, Lenny's love affair paled to what Steve had shared with his dad, General Ryan, Max Anderson, and now John Rohlings. His multiple and frequent encounters and willingness to engage with each one made him feel whorish, but he could not deny that it also made him feel proud and like he was coming into his own as a man's man. Thinking of the turn on of each lover, Steve pulled his pecker to masturbate there in the pool, but again thought about returning to fuck Lenny's father. Instead he did another lap while visualizing his recent lovers in his mind... his dad's perfect chest, bull cock, nice rump, and handsome face.... General Ryan and his sophisticated aura, trim body, mature good looks, and projectile tits.... Max Anderson and his manly, easygoing ways, his long thin cock, and his sensuality as a man and lover... John Rohlings and his muscular frame built from years of labor and his strong chest and stoic, but sexy face. As Steve neared the pool wall closest to the patio of the house, he looked up and to his surprise, there stood General Wesley Ryan, looking splendid in his flowing sand-colored robe. He shook the water from his eyes to make sure it was the General. The man looked great. He was smiling wide. His teeth were bright and pretty. His sunken dark eyes, his grayish silver hair combed and in place. "Well Steve, it's been too long. I was thinking of you in my bedroom when I heard the dive into the pool. I thought your father might be back home, but I am glad to see you." "Good to see you, too, General Ryan. How are you?" "Oh, I am fine. Needing some loving from a young stud, but I am fine. You've been stubborn about calling me, Steve." Steve lifted himself from the pool. Knowing that if John Rohlings awoke he could look out and see him and the general conversing and knowing the general was eyeing nothing but his bare and partially hard dick, Steve immediately said to Wesley Ryan, "Follow me into the pool house, let me dry off; get a towel around me." Wesley Ryan clasp his hands together and said, "I'd follow you most anywhere, Steve Jacobs," As they walked toward the pool house, Wesley Ryan could not resist putting his arm around Steve's shoulder and patting the young man on his wet, bare chest. He allowed his right hand to quickly caress upward enough to run his palm over Steve's left nipple. He wanted Steve; he wanted to touch him again in the worse kind of way. He thought about slapping him on his bare ass, but did not want to seem too aggressive. The door to the pool house had barely shut and Steve had just hit the pull cord of a dim overhead light when the general gently grabbed the young man by his bicep, turned him, moved into him, and drew their mouths into an immediate, deep and intimate kiss. When their lip lock finally broke, Wesley Ryan whispered to Steve, "You made yourself to estranged for too long, my boy. I've wanted you ever since we left each other the last time." And again they kissed, this time, the general ran his hands behind Steve's back to caress him. Steve did not intend to, but before he realized it, his left hand had parted the general's robe to roam inside and to move over to his perked and hardened left nipple. "Oh yes, Steve, you kiss so fine, and yes, work that tit of mine," the general moaned. He let both of his hands squeeze Steve's bare ass, he pressed his covered privates into Steve's wet and bare cock, and they both moaned. "Go ahead, Steve, take my robe off; have at my horny tits; you want them, and I want you." But Steve could not forget that John Rohlings was inside the house, they had just finished making love, and he could not engage Wesley Ryan in such a fashion. But the general was assertive and without asking, he stepped back from Steve and said," Well, before you cover yourself with a towel, let me strip." And before Steve could say otherwise, the robe had dropped to the floor and Wesley Ryan removed his expensive short boxers from around his shapely hips to lower them from around his hot looking privates. In seconds, he was naked, too. The general took control. He stepped into Steve and immediately grabbed both of their cocks to put them together and to begin a love fest of their horny dicks. They were familiar with and appreciative of each other. Steve knew he had to protest. Lying like a whore in heat, Steve muttered, "My dad might drive in tonight, at any time, I don't know." But as the general controlled their cocks to keep them kissing at each other and rubbing together and growing hard, he said, "Let's risk it. We can recover, if he does. We can stay here; not go into the house." He then engaged Steve in another long kiss and this time used his free hand to first discover the wide, sexy nipples that he liked so much on the young man's nice, smooth Breathing hard and feeling his already horny cock in a full state of a blazing erection, Steve said, "Please general, I wasn't ready for this. I just came out to swim a lap or two before..." But Wesley Ryan did not want to hear his protest instead he dropped to his knees to take the head of Steve's large shaft into his mouth, to show his love for his young neighbor, and to peal back any of Steve's final layer of resistance. He made oral love to the head of Steve's shaft for a minute to so and then dropped his full mouth onto it, letting Steve drive the cock length down his throat. He liked it when the young man's fully packed balls dangled against his well-cut chin. He reached up to find and caress and then twist Steve's hot nipples. Steve grunted, groaned and hissed. He began bucking his hips, driving his cock into an out of Wesley Ryan's pretty mouth. He felt the general grab half of his cock and wrap his fist around it and began to stroke it while performing a hot blowjob on the other half and his sensitive cockhead. It occurred to Steve that the retired military dude seemed to know a little more about giving a hot blowjob than Lenny, Mr. Rohlings, Max Anderson or even his own father. Steve did not know how long he could last; yet he knew the moment was very hot and special. Wanting to keep the fervor increasing with his young lover, Wesley Ran stood and again drew Steve to him, this time kissing him on the mouth, but not lingering there, instead kissing Steve across his face, down his neck and then licking around his sexy brown nipples. Steve grew even hornier. "Oh, General Ryan, oh man, oh, you know what to do to me." The macho Jock Ewing look-a-like, Wesley Ryan smiled and leaned up to embrace Steve in a long hug, nibbling up and down his neck, letting their spiked cocks again stoke and rub at each other, Steve had forgotten about everything else except he knew that what was experiencing with he general was stronger than what had felt with Max Anderson or with John Rohlings and in a scary kind of way was akin to the sexual feelings he had with his father. Pulling Steve by the hand, Wesley Ryan moved backward to sit on a nearby bench, He raised his naked ass, spread his legs, lifted his legs off the floor and spread them wide and in a highly seductive, sex wrought voice, encouraged Steve to "Come on, son, come now. Make love to me." Steve could not resist and did not want to delay the moment. He readied himself to mount the general. With one hand, he guided the cockhead of his eight-inch pecker to the general's anal opening, with the other he reached up to pinch at the general's extended right nipple tip, once again impressed with how sexy and long the slender tip of man's sensuous nipple became when excited. . "Oh yes, Steve, oh yes, we were both too stubborn; we should have been doing this three times a day, every day," Wesley Ryan said, And then Steve pushed and penetrated. The fires of the man's mature ass made Steve wild with need and wanton desire. "We need some lube," Steve said, but the general encouraged, "Just go slow. We can manage. It will be all the better, skin to skin, dick fire to dick fire, oh my, my lover." lover." Steve spat on his hand, gave his shaft a little wetness, and then pushed his manly cock a good our or five inches into General Ryan and began a slow and easy fuck motion. Wesley Ryan complimented Steve, told him to drive deeper, and reached up to squeeze at Steve's chest with both of his hands to excite both of them all the more. Steve slowly made it to the hilt. His balls hit the man's ass crack. The general felt the young man's long pubic hairs encase his own nuts. They both hissed and screamed, with both trying to muffle the sound, yet their And then, Steve began a steady, but hot and heated fuck motion. Steve thrust and the general tightened his ass. Steve felt his cock leaking inside the man's hot anal tunnel, lubing the pathway to allow him to guide in and out both easier and faster. He began to fuck with deep passion and expert precision. The general moaned deeply, made corkscrews of Steve's big tits, and gyrated his hips to make the moment even more intense for both of them. The general felt Steve's cock juices spilling inside him; he knew the young man's cock flowed somewhere between pre-cum and a full blown orgasm. The moment of ecstasy enraptured both the young and the old. They kissed with great passion and appreciation as their fucking became more and more intense. Both grabbed at each other unaware of the world around them. The general pulled again and again on Steve's nipples as though trying to hold on for dear life as the young man fucked him deeply. The general had recalled a fellow general and a lowly private first class who had impaled him on dicks as big as Steve's, but normally he begged off anal intercourse from such manly and potentially harmful spikes. of hardened man meat. As Steve fucked him, the general's mind flashed to Lee's dick; he wondered if he could handle the boy's father considering that Lee was almost as lengthy and certainly thicker than his son. Yet, he knew one day he would try. . Steve reached down to backhand the older man's raging cock. They fucked and sucked and fucked some more, going harder and harder, neither became immediately aware when the door to the pool house opened. There stood John Rohlings. Clad only in his underwear, the rancher's lower jaw dropped, shock registered on his face, and his eyes bulged; yet he could not stop looking at the sight before him. The sight of Steve's amazingly long cock pounding the crap out of a mature man even older than himself was more than the stoic rancher could imagine much else fathom. Yet, he had been a part of an orgy or two at Clas Watkins' ranch, so he was not on foreign grounds. He stood there paralyzed with surprise, but also very much wanting to take in Steve's driving cock and he general's attractive and very fit body as a sight of awesome sexual interest. Wesley Ryan wanted to kill the intruder in the doorway, but once he read very quickly that the man was not going to stop their fucking, he knew not to stop the climaxes that both he and Steve were nearing. He gripped Steve's mighty cock tight with his anal muscles, he grabbed his lover with his strong hands, and he thrust back on Steve. Wesley Ryan insisted, "Don't stop, Steve, my man, please don't stop. I need you regardless." "Oh my gawd, what a fucking sight," the father of Steve's best friend said Steve fucked his shaft inside he general a couple of quick times, and with John Rohlings watching, he said, "I was horny, Papa John, I was so horny." And without apprehension, Steve let his cum streams loose, pushed his eight inches all the way inside Wesley Ryan's wonderfully tight and controlling anal passages, and there blasted a volley of hard charging cum, "Oh yes, oh yes, Steve, my man, oh yes," the general urged as Serve shot inside him, he worked to give Steve the ultimate in a good cum even with the interruption, and John Rohlings so absolutely amazed at watching Steve get off and observing the splendidly handsome man lying under him and fucking the young man with great energy. John Rohlings stepped inside the pool house and closed the door. "You two are fucking awesome; go ahead, Steve, enjoy it; your lover is obviously consumed by your big cock." Steve shot four times, each time enjoying the feel of the general's tight ass, knowing his cum shots were firing into places seldom soaked by man juice, each time enjoying the expression of sexual pleasure wash over General Ryan's sophisticated and chiseled face, and each time realizing he was also putting on an exhibition for John Rohlings. When Steve's roaring orgasm begin to subside, the general leaned up to bring him into his arms to hold him tight while the waves of lust washed from him. Wesley Ryan held Steve and assured him that "It's all good, just fine. This man here obviously likes what he is seeing." John Rohlings did not say a word. Unintentionally, his right hand had moved down to begin caressing his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. Steve let his cum finish. Wesley Ryan looked at Lenny's father and said, "If you aren't going to give us our privacy, then maybe you need to drop your shorts, and get naked with us." "Should I do that, Steve," Lenny's father asked. "Are you okay, son?" "I'm fine, Mr. Rohlings, just fine," Steve said. Wesley Ryan then let out a robust round of laughter. "Rohlings? Rohlings? Now I know where I've seen that certain look. Don't tell me your Len's old man?" Looking like he had let out a secret, Steve said, "Sorry, sir. Guess I just screwed up." Wesley Ryan eased up from the bench, naked and still horny. He walked over to the rancher, but did not hold out his hand. Instead, he said, "I bet the son has not fallen far from the his daddy's tree." The officer and a would be gentleman then reached out, took John Rohlings underwear by the flanks, and then said, "Let me welcome you to the club, sir." Before the rancher could protest, agree or step out of the pool house, the general smoothly drew his underwear from around his hips and down his long, muscular legs. His partially hard cock popped out and waved in the air. The general stood up and looked at Steve and asked, "So, which is it, do we leave this here or can we have a nice trio? I've still got a cock with some punch that wants out." Thee general then reached out and grabbed the rancher's cock and surprisingly John Rohlings returned the favor. The two older men stood there sizing each other up, enjoying the feel of the other's fine cock, appreciating the other's touch, letting their erections swell with each stroke, and both looking at Steve as though he needed to give them the final permission. The two men made Steve hot with lust. He wanted both of them without much thought or reasoning. He decided he could have both of them. The young man dropped to his knees and reached for both cocks. Taking the general's into his mouth while stroking the rancher's fine cock, it occurred to Steve that the night likely had turned out better than even if his dad had returned home. . He looked up to see both men with both of their hands and finger reaching out to work the tips of each other's very excited mannips. The moment was hot, too hot; all three men released a simultaneous moan. Steve left the general's dripping cock and took the rancher's entire pecker into his mouth. He reached over to play with the general's good-size set of balls. He looked up and both men were working away at each other's tits as though in a competition. If so, the general was winning; he knew how to work a man's nipples. They moved into each other, the rancher grabbed the general behind the neck, and they collapsed into a hard, manly, and deep kiss. Using every trick he knew and all kinds of energy, Steve worked quickly for one daddy cockhead to the other, wanting both men to be satisfied. The general groaned deeply; the rancher pushed his cock powerfully into and out of Steve's mouth. The general held Steve's head to his cock and encouraged him to "take me Steve, suck me hard." Realizing that the silvery-haired, and sleek-bodied man was nearing his cum, John Rohlings knew what he wanted and thought it could help bring the stranger off. He leaned in and with the edges of his front teeth, he took Wesley Ryan's elongated tit points into to chew at them lightly while pushing Steve's head deeper onto the man's s sex stalk. Lonny's father knew the couple of times that Clas Watkins had engaged him with both his black employee, Will, and his Mexican worker, Diego, were now paying off in man-to-man experience. Diego, too, had liked the meaty points of his tits ravished and lightly tortured. To add to the general's pleasure and excitement, John Rohlings cooed, "Come, my friend, come for us. You are a hot motherfucker." Wesley Ryan chuckled, reached out, pinched again at the ranchers tits, in fact, he pinched the right one painfully hard and then slapped lightly at the rancher's face as Mr., Rohlings went back to chewing the tips of his mannips. "You've got me, you and Steve and this scene have me." And with those words spoken, the handsome Wesley Ryan let the rancher and his lover Steve take him over the edge. He shot a powerful load into Steve's mouth, liking every spurt, groaning with every shot, and letting he rancher's munch eat away at his vulnerable mannips while Steve worked his balls to drain them of his pent up man juices. Swallowing all of the general's stuff, Steve marveled at how much he genuinely loved the man's sexual discharge and body. He removed his mouth from the man's shrinking cock, he kissed at his depleted balls, and he sucked at them lightly. Finally, between Steve teasing his spent nuts and John tickling his tits, the general begged off. Steve sat down on the pool house floor and began to caress both men's legs. They both had a beautiful set. The general's were trim, yet muscular while the rancher's were hairier, bigger and thicker, yet not quite as shapely from thigh to ankle. He thought again how he general looked like actor Jim Davis, who had played the role of rancher Jock Ewing on a television show, while Lenny's dad slightly favored Charlton Heston who had played a military officer or two in his movie roles. "I need to apologize for walking in on the two of you," John Rohlings said. "I had no idea. And Steve, my bad for falling asleep on you." The general inquired about what Steve and Lenny's father s had doing. "Were you two socializing, waiting on Lenny, or what? Or does your lack of clothes indicate you two were screwing around?" "It's a private thing," Steve quickly said, "Let's let everyone have their privacy here, okay?" Wesley Ryan began to laugh. "Damn Steve, here we are three naked men; you have just screwed my ass with your king-Kong cock; John is standing here naked in your pool house and joined us and let me strip his shorts off him; and I have just gone down on both of you in he past 15 minutes, and you want to talk about privacy?" "I guess it is a little late to pack things back in the suit case, eh?" John said. The three came together in a group hug. Steve then said, "Well let's go back to the house and have a nightcap. Maybe see if we can get the good rancher off again. See if this dick of mine can pleasure you both some more. See if we can have our fun with those nice tits that the general so kindly offers." Wesley Ryan slapped both John Rohlings and Steve on their bare asses. Steve reached up and tweaked the general's left nipple, again liking how long the meat extended out from his chest. And John Rohlings leaned in to kiss Wesley Ryan on the mouth. The threesome were getting hot again very quickly before Steve said, "Come on, let's get a drink." Steve wrapped a towel around himself and threw two others to his lovers. The three men left the pool house. They were about halfway between the pool house and the back sliding glass doors of the main house when yet another surprise overwhelmed them. Stepping around the fence and greeting Steve was none other than Lenny. John Rohlings froze in place. Steve became almost paralyzed. But the general saw opportunity for even greater deviance. The patio lights were not on and neither were those at the far end of the pool, so with the moon and only a couple of small landscape lights, Lenny mostly saw shadows, not faces. He was within 10 feet of the threesome when he stopped and said, "Oh, I thought it was just you and General Ryan, Steve, I didn't know you had a another guest." John Rohlings realized that maybe his son would be slow to place him where he wasn't expected so using recognition and expectation as his shields he tried using the opportunity to avoid an awkward confrontation. He turned slowly to ease away from the others and to walk toward the other end of the pool, trying to remain inconspicuous as though he were giving the others a chance to chat. Lenny lowered his voice so the third man could not him and said, "I am glad to see the two of you back together. Dave and I were worried that the problems wouldn't be resolved and..." But instead, Wesley Ryan did not want the opportunity to be wasted especially for Lenny For his own interest in his long-time friend and companion, Colonel Dave Harding, he wanted Lenny to have other interests. The general broke in, "The three of us were just enjoying a midnight swim together Lenny, that's all. Your dad and I didn't have our suits available, so Steve challenged us to go in bare assed, ah, to skinny dip with him..." "My dad?" Lenny interrupted with a voice registering surprise. "Yes, your handsome, good-looking father," the general said. "Just the three of us, me, Steve there, and your dad. I like you father quite a lot, Lenny. He's a real man's man. You should have been inviting him to my place." Lenny could not contain his surprise. He then saw his father walk toward him as though needing to explain, Lenny noticed two things. First, how damn handsome his old man was bare-chested with just a white towel wrapped around his mid-section. The sight took his breath and started a pulse in his dick. His dad looked years younger, and his broad chest, with its hardness, tremendous muscle lines, and tongue-tasting and nicely textured tits could have turned on anyone. Even in the dim light, the white towel made his dark tan all the more attractive. And second and most importantly, Lenny astutely noticed that his father's hair was not wet and, unlike Steve's, neither was the general's. Lenny's mind went into triple gear. "Hey son, surprise, surprise," John Rohling said stepping toward Lenny and looking at Wesley Ryan as though he wanted to kill him. "I. came looking for you at Steve's because I need some help with a project early in the..." "My cell phone has been on, you could have called," Steve said. Stumbling, muttering, John replied, "I tried, plus I needed to get out of the house, your mom was bitching about me, you, the world..." "And we're glad he stopped in and it's been a great evening," the general said. Lenny noticed that Steve had remained silent. Wesley Ryan did not want to make it easy. He liked the potential of the moment, and he most liked manipulating grown men. ."Actually, your father was visiting with Steve; they were having quite the chat and a couple of cocktails when I stopped over, and well, three men were together, alone and..." Lenny swallowed, looked at Steve and then realized something else. Steve and the general both had that same look of sexual pleasure flushing their faces just like when he and he and Colonel Harding had walked in on them. And his father did , too. He had bumped into his dad a time or two through the years when his father and mother had just had sex and his dad had left to make a bathroom break or to get a snack in the kitchen. Lenny was no fool. And he knew Steve was clever and sexy enough to have seduced him and also the general, so no question his father could have been seduced. He knew something was in the air perhaps just three horny men wanting each other, but something more had been going on than cocktails and swimming laps. As though it was occurring to him what might be going on, he asked, "Steve, what the fuck? Are you having a midnight swimming party or just what is this here with you and my dad and General Ryan?" John Rohlings tried to make a smart move. He interjected, "Well, we have decided that Steve is still the best swimmer even after two cocktails in each of us. I'd best get into my jeans and head out. Lenny, don't let these guys keep you up too late. And try to be home before sunrise, you hear me?" But General Ryan said, "We were going to have a night cap. Let's do that before you leave." Trying to act like the responsible father and get the hell out of the situation, John replied, "I'd best not have one for the road." And then the general took charge. He walked over to the rancher, placed his hand on his shoulder and said directly to him, "You don't have to act like we are suspicious here, Mr. Rohlings. Lenny knows that Steve and I have had a thing. Lenny and my best friend and long-time mate have become a thing. So, there! The identities are out in the open. No more games" John Rohlings looked at the general with eyes that could have killed. Lenny was too embarrassed for comfort. Steve knew he had to speak up. "General Ryan, please don't make stuff up; that isn't even funny," Steve said trying to cover. But John Rohlings took the upper hand, "Steve, don't do the bullshit. I know what is going on here. You and Lenny and all. I've even told you, so." Turning to his offspring, the rancher said directly, "Len, my son, you go ahead and do and be whatever it is that makes you happy, son. I just..." And then General Wesley Ryan took command. He placed his right hand on John Rohlings' bare chest, right in the middle of it, right over the sparse patch of long hairs, spread out his fingers, and began to massage the rancher's right pectoral muscle. "You are a good father, John. Forthright. Damn good. Lenny is lucky as hell." Steve could not only see Lenny relaxing, having heard the words of permission from his father, but now he could tell the touch of the general's hand on his father's amazingly broad chest was having an effect on him. The rancher looked down at the general's soothing and massaging hand. The experience that the older man had and his years of worldly pleasures took command of the father's chest muscles. John could not deny that it felt good, yet he did not know what to do in front of his own son. And before his mind cleared, he said, "Maybe I would like that drink and for us all to go into the house." Steve had hardly said a word. He mixed drinks for everyone except Lenny who asked for a beer. When each had his request in hand, the general proposed a toast and said, "To a great foursome... and the rest of the night." Each man had no more than clang the glasses of the others and taken the first sip when Wesley Ryan said to Lenny's father, "So, you're okay with Len and my friend, the Colonel getting it on?" The rancher looked uncomfortable with the question, but replied, "We each have to do what feels right. I am assured by Steve that your friend is a respectable man, and Lenny is almost 21 and certainly knows what it is to be a man and to make the right decisions." Steve echoed, "I know of no other guy friend as responsible as Lenny, sir." Not missing a moment of leverage, the general used the pause in conversation to step toward John, wanting to take the action to the next level. Knowing he had already stripped John of his underwear earlier in the pool house, the general moved closely to the father and very seriously asked, "Would you mind, if I unknotted your towel and let you have a little pleasure and enjoyment... here... with me... in front of your son?" And then the rancher, his son, and Steve watched almost unbelievably as the Wesley Ryan again placed his hand on John Rohling's hot, manly chest and took his fingertips to the man's perked left nipple. He raised the tit between his thumb and index finger and caressed it slowly. He pulled at it gently and said, "If you can shed your inhibitions and that damn towel, we can advance yours and your son's relationship by leaps and bound and miles and miles..." John Rohlings wanted to step away, but he could not find the strength to step away. Although he had never felt fingertips working his tit meat like the general was working his nipple, he knew he needed to end the scene and situation. Yet, sexual shivers consumed his spine, his loins, and his cock, and most of all his sensitive nipple. He cast his eyes downward when Wesley Ryan brought his under fingers up to treat his other mannip. John had thought Clas Watkins knew how to work a man's nipples, and he knew Steve had turned him on earlier, but nothing compared to the hot touch and special movements of the general's experienced fingertips and hands. The feeling right at the end of his tit was nothing sort of exquisite ecstasy. He inhaled deeply. Steve leaned over to Lenny and said, "If you don't want the man seducing your dad here in front of you,... and me... you'd best stop this now." To Steve's surprise, Lenny turned to Steve and said, "Stop it? Hell, I am getting a boner just from the expectation." And then, Lenny said to his father, "Enjoy yourself, dad... enjoy yourself. I want you to relax and let General Ryan make you feel all of the things you deserve to feel." "But Lenny...I don't know that this is right, here in front of you... and all," John Rohlings said, but he was helpless to say more or stop the action. The rest of his words trailed off, and he forgot about anything else when Wesley Ryan sank his fine lips to his the tit and began to suck it with great lust. :Oh damn, oh damn, please... this shouldn't be..." But the general was aggressive and began to loosen the knot holding the towel around the rancher's waist. Just before he had it ready to drop, he looked at Lenny and said, "Young man, why don't you come do the honors of removing this towel and give both me and your father your blessings by doing so." Lenny didn't answer, but instead did as the general ordered. John Rohlings again cast his head downward to watch. The anticipation was too great. Wesley Ryan was now tracing his hot tongue and lightly kissing across his bare chest, up and down his neck, and over his shoulders. John watched as his son took the towel from around his waist. Lenny had waited years for such a moment. He, too, had his own desires. And Steve recalled just the week earlier when he had first lowered his own father's briefs to render him naked and to see his awesome and sexually aroused manhood for the first time. As soon as Lenny dropped the towel and saw his father's proud, good-sized cock presenting itself with a droplet of man sauce at the tip, the son took his right hand and grabbed the fatherly dong. John Rohlings screamed of sexual exhilaration. Though muffled, the sound brought shivers to Steve as he watched. He wished his own father were with then, right now, he could not wait for the moment to have a foursome with Lenny and both fathers. Of course, Steve wondered if his dad would agree to any orgy regardless of the other. Little did he know. Even General Wesley Ryan stepped back and smoothly encouraged , "Enjoy your dad, Lenny. Enjoy him. Let him know how much you love and admire him." And then Lenny replaced he general's sweet kisses along his father's now moist chest with his own. Within a few seconds, Lenny's stroked his father's erection with a hot grip and his lips descended to discover his dad' right nipple that had gone mostly unattended. John Rohlings released a guttural sound unfamiliar to those around him. He pushed his hips to take his cock into and out of and through and between his son's warm fist. He leaned down and in a strong manly way, he brought Lenny to him and kissed his son with great fervor and energy and love. Steve walked over to the two of them and patted both on their shoulders and back. Lenny had been his first lover; his father his last; he knew both were highly masculine, yet sensuous men. He admired their newfound love; he knew what it was for a son to first discover his father as a sexual creature. He then said, "You can have some privacy upstairs or we can all strip and get it on together." John Rohlings immediately answered, "Oh, you and the general started this, you can help it along, I don't need privacy. I am proud to be at this very moment with my son." And then Steve saw Lenny's lips again lock around his dad's right nipple, he saw the rancher begin to hold his son's face to his bosoms to enjoy the nursing, and with his right tit erect, Steve could not resist. Steve leaned in and began to suck at the unattended mannip, With both boys working his hyposensitive nipples that his wife often avoided, John Rohlings went into overdrive. His cock became fully hard, his pre-cum began to drip, and he looked at Wesley Ryan and said, "Five minutes ago I wanted to kill you, my friend, and now, you have done me the greatest favor." At that moment, Lenny dropped to his knees, tongued his dad's balls, played in his dad's bushy pubes, and then held the fatherly shaft, inspected it, circled its very tip with his tongue, and for the first time in his life, took his father's penis fully into his mouth to provide it the greatest of pleasure. Steve continued to work the rancher's chest ensuring that he remained too hot to even consider stopping Lenny's oral love fest to the mighty daddy dick."Oh son, my Len, my boy," John Rohlings moaned as he tried forcing even more of his bloated cock into his son's oral crevice. The sight of his hard, hot and horny cock disappearing into his son's mouth and coming back out, and then returning until his bushy pubes hit his son's nose was too much for him to believe. The feeling that Lenny was giving him was one of the most exhilarating of his life. The suction on his cock by his son and the nursing and teasing of his dark pink and now very raised and meaty mannips by Steve made him want to scream and shout and fuck the world. He then felt the general behind him, helping him to stand, supporting him, rubbing his back, making it easier for him to lean back, feed his fatherly cock to Lenny and allow Steve full access to his firm chest. "Gosh yes, so good, so good and hot," the rancher mumbled in heat. "I love you, Lenny; you and Steve should have brought this out of me a long time ago, kid. This is too good, too hot, so much of what I've needed." With one arm hooked under the father's arm pit to support him and using the other hand to caress his nice, wide ass, the general lent his support from behind, occasionally slapping the rancher on his sweet ass to excite him as he pumped his daddy meat to his son. Steve had leaned up twice to engage his new Papa John in long, wet kisses. And Lenny had now leaned his head back, tugged at his father's full and boiling balls to control his movements. His father straddled, giving Lenny easy access to teabag his searing balls. It also allowed John to feed his shaft downward so it would drill a long ways down his son's throat, so far as to cut off Lenny's air. Feeling the rancher breaking into a manly sweat and wanting to explore his body, Wesley Ryan moved around and played across John's big chest. "Damn, you have a lot of hard muscle, John. I can see the years of labor have served you well." And then the general again took to John's left mannip causing the retired officer to say, "You and Len have tits almost the same size, feel and color. Not that I've felt your son off, but I've noticed him up close and personal, you know." Spreading his own fingers and reaching down to steady John's sliding dick between them Steve held the base of the father's cock for his son, allowing Lenny to bob faster and faster on the fatherly love stalk. "That's it, Len, eat him up, eat him up. Absolutely make your daddy feel something he's never felt before." While steadying the base of the fatherly penis, Steve used his fingers to reach down to tickle the rancher's roaring balls. John grunted and gasp each time Steve's fingernails scraped across his hairy sac. "Oh yes, Oh yes, oh yes, shit, damn, this is so good, so hot" John muttered as the three other men worked his man bod. He could not have fathomed that his son, his son's best friend, and a retired military general, who was several years older than he, would ever be doing a number on his strong body at the same time. And being so good at it that his strong body had turned to putty; letting them work him any way they wanted. The general urged Lenny and Steve to ease up just long enough for them and Lenny's father to join him on the sectional. General Ryan ripped off his towel and proudly held his own cock for full display and to deceive an obvious viewing from the rancher. He untied Steve's towel and told his lover, "Let it breath, baby, let that long, king cock of yours breath. Have you ever seen one so eager and sizable, John?" And then both the general and Steve noticed that John Rohlings had moved to Steve to help him off with his tee shirt. "Wow son, this is a special moment for me, too." A minute later, Lenny stood naked and pushed into his father for them to exchange touches and discovery. The general and Steve stood back and enjoyed the display. First, of the rancher discovering his own son's cock, holding it, stroking it, and then complimenting Lenny about it. And then, the son guiding his father's lips to his chest and saying, "Lick my tits, dad, oh, I so want you to lick my tits." And stoic John Rohlings gladly accommodated his son, teasing, sucking and eating at the medium brown and nickel-sized nipples that crowned his son's ripped chest. Lenny edged his dad to the sectional sofa. The foursome got comfortable with John on his back, With Steve and Lenny flanking the father to caress his upper body, the general took the opportunity to kneel, take the stiff staff his warm hand, stroke it and wave it around a little to get to know it, an then guided his cock sucking mouth to it. He proceeded to blow the father's hot erection. The boys both took to John's breasts, armpits, neck, cheeks, and ears. They left no part unloved. Each young man spent a long while munching at the rancher's deep armpits. Showing their appreciation for every inch of his fine body, they left each pit moist and each earlobe slightly chewed and reddened. . The general took it easy on the rancher's cock, knowing the excited married man was close to spilling his cum, yet wanting the sauce it to grow and boil some more. The general did not want to end the fun and games for the father, his son, or even himself. "This is beautiful guys. Too hot, too beautiful," General Ryan assessed as he looked at Lenny and Steve enjoying access to every past of he rancher's strong upper body. He liked seeing Steve trailing his pointed tongue through John's hairy armpit while forcing the man to keep his arm raised. He thrilled at seeing Lenny kiss his dad full force on the mouth while tweaking at his erect tits. And then, the general welcomed Lenny to his father's cock again. "Maybe you might want to ride him? Straddle him?" Thinking he was helping the situation was but to excited to control his words, Steve said, ".Lenny. I did earlier. Your dad is a great fuck." And then., for some reason, Steve's words reminded John Rohlings of the time and place. He said, "I am not ready for that, Lenny. Do whatever, but please don't mount me. When we are with each other again, alone, with lots of time, we will enjoy that coupling, I promise." John's words reminded Steve of his own father and how apprehensive Lee had been. He wanted to encourage Lenny to go ahead, but knew it was best not to go against the father's wishes. Yet, he knew what a fine and great cock the rancher had standing between his legs and how its size and shape just worked well in a young ass. "You'd best save yourself for Dave, Len," the general eagerly warned, reminding Lenny of his commitment to the affair he was having with the colonel. And then the general took control to have his fun while letting John Rohlings get off in a big way. He reached down and took the rancher's hard standing cock in his hand and began to beat it off.. Wesley Ryan had barely completed the good stroke when Lenny's father raised his ass from the sofa and spread his legs wide, and offered the general full access. He liked the pleasure of the older man's firm and authoritative hand jive. Using fast, direct, and heated strokes while twisting and tugging at John's balls, the general went to work on the rancher. "Get his tits, Steve. Let's bring him off. Just sit and enjoy the cum, Lenny, every boy needs to watch his old man in the throes f a ball-breaking orgasm. You can see what he has given your mom all these years." "Yes, yes, do me, that's sounds great." John Rohlings admitted. He then offered his loins to the master general. All eyes turned to the rancher's cockhead, each knowing the big scene to await was the father shooting his wad. "You have a great touch, general, Mighty fine. Your hand feels so, so damn hot. You'll have me ready and my cock shooting in no time." With Lenny now satisfied to simply stroke the inside of his fathers hairy thigh and massage his left leg, with Steve leaning down to kiss from one meaty nipple to the other in a steady repeated fashion, Mr. Rohlings focused his eyes to watch General Wesley Ryan beat his cock in rare form. When the first bubble of pre-cum popped up from the piss slit, Steve reached down to rake it off and in a fun way smeared it on the general's point, sexy tittie tip. Noticing the act, Lenny heard his father whisper, "Damn yes, General Ryan does have some great looking and manly, manly nipples there." The older man then moaned deeply, enjoying the feel and attention the distinguished and charismatic general provided. It excited the hell out of him that his son was anxiously awaiting his sperm to shoot violently from his cannon-like cock. And he held Steve's mouth to his left nipple muttering, "Son, don't move to that other tit, just leave your lips right there, I am about cum... so close..." : When Lenny reached out to lovingly palm his father's orgasmic balls and to close his first around them to cup them tighter and to make them feel protected, his father reached out to squeeze his son's left bicep. He yelled ":Oh shit!" His hips raised off the sofa, he told Steve to "Bite that tittie, eat that meat, my pal,": and then he gasp,: "Oh General Ryan, you have me under your spell.": His cock quivered, his balls quacked, the stoic rancher surrendered his internal controls, and a large shot of man cum came bolting out of his piss slit to shoot three or four feet in into the air. His orgasm then exploded throughout his body. He yelped. The moment exhilarated the stoic rancher. The expert stroking of his now steel-like pecker by someone as experienced as Wesley Ryan, the extra sparks created by the young Steve Jacobs pulling diligently and faithfully at his mantits, and his son holding and lightly squeezing at his erupting testicles while taking in every bit of the spectacle of his father shooting off sent the rancher into a sexual orbit he had seldom known. . "Yee, oh yes, more, there's more," John said as a second long spurt blasted out, this one landing on his belly with some droplets hitting him just under his throat. Wesley Ryan smiled widely showing his pretty teeth. There were few things he liked better than controlling a man's spitting cock in his hand while the man enjoyed a rousing climax. Such moments made him think he held the essence of the man's very being in the palm of his hand. He really enjoyed how the slightest change in the stroking of the cock, squeezing of the stalk, or caressing or pulling or twisting of the balls could produce immeasurable reaction in most any man while being rocked by a thunderous cum quack. Such was the case with big John Rohlings. The rancher screamed out as the general told Lenny to "pull down tight on his nuts," while his third string of sperm shot out to land on his inner thigh. After a smaller fourth shot and a small fifth spurt, the rancher had been drained. He looked down amazed that he had come even that much after Steve had fucked him just an hour or so ago. Yet, the excitement created by all three of the men around him and, mostly by Lenny, made him think that he could go again before the night finished. "Ah, you are a mighty sexy sight when you let go and let the sex wash over you, John,: Wesley Ryan said. ":I want to get to know you more and more. In every way. That is, if Lenny and Steve will be free about letting me borrow you.": The rancher chuckled, relaxed by placing his hands behind him to cradle his head, placing his sexy armpits on full display. He then added, "With that hand job you just provided, I'll sneak off from these boys to get another, general. You can count on it." The general liked the reply, so much that it stimulated him to lean down and clean the rancher's spent wet cockhead with his tongue. :"Ah, your daddy tastes great, Lenny. Here, you and Steve have a sample." The general then wiped John's sexy thighs coated by both sweat and semen. He then scooped a huge pearl of cum from the man's hairy balls, and traced it around Lenny's lips until the son became so eager that he licked it inside. The general then scooped other puddles from John's firm belly and placed the cummy residue on both of his own extended mantits. He turned to Steve and said, "Take it from my left tit,: and Steve did just that, sticking his tongue out quickly to swoop the pearl drop from the general's fabulously long and hard mantit. And then the elder statesman turned to Lenny, brought the son's head to his chest and instructed, "Suck your daddy's man cum from my tit, boy. Nurse it from me." Steve watched as Lenny enthusiastically went to work on the general's hot tit. Steve felt a touch of jealousy knowing that Lenny was sampling the nipples that turned him on so much and were more his property than Lenny's. After all, he and his friend had already discussed how Lenny enjoyed the forest of bear hair that Colonel Harding possessed while Steve very much liked the unusually long and point mantits peaking from the general's dome of breast meat. Yet, Steve liked knowing that the general and his best friend could enjoy each other in such a way. T o relieve his anxiety, Steve leaned down and gave Lenny's father a long kiss and let his hands roam around to get at the rancher's own set of hot mannips. After the heat of the sex had subsided, the general made breakfast for the group, each man relaxing and recovering from the hot sex they had enjoyed. John Rohlings had the pleasure of all three men wanting to caress his body as he sat around the table. Lenny sat on one side and kept rubbing his upper leg, occasionally taking his partially hard cock and stroking it lightly. Steve got up to get things for his guests and each time stopped to massage the rancher's shoulders with the intent of running his hands down to enjoy his fine chest and to tease his manly nipples. Each time, Steve played with the dark pink gems until they grew erect and pointed. General Ryan could not resist either and walked around the table at one point to lean the rancher back and plant a long, wet kiss , letting their mouths collapse together and then asking John, "Are you sure you won't go to the bedroom with me, with us and let's go again?" But John Rohlings was in the afterglow between good, hard sex and knowing he had to remain responsible as a father, husband, and even a respectful friend to Steve's father in his house. Steve would have insisted that the group continue their play except he knew he had to recoup his energy and wanted to build his reserve back for when Le arrived home. Yet,. Wesley Ryan wanted more and could not get enough. The Rohlings, father and son, decided to head home together so Lenny's mother would get her wish and have her husband bring their son home so she did not have to worry. John Rohlings was a man now captured between needing to be a responsible husband to a bitchy and demanding wife and wanting to be a loving father to a warm and welcoming son. Note: The Writer's Block wants your feedback. Please comment on this chapter, the characters here or in previous chapters, your interest in Lee returning home to Steve or whatever. Let us know if you continue to appreciate the emphasis here on the mature male, chest play, and the beauty of a fine set of mannips. Please write us at riversplash21@gmail.com. Also, please consider a donation to Nifty.org to keep the website up. We all like to be supported to be up.