Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2023 17:26:04 +0000 From: d.praved.mann Subject: Meeting Dad's Muscle Friends. Ch 5 MEETING DAD'S MUSCLE FRIENDS Chapter Five -- Brady's Birthday Present, Part three by d.praved.mann@proton.me Please support nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html THIS STORY IS TOTAL FICTION. Any resemblance to actual people is unintended, and actually laughable. THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY SEX, as well as SEX BETWEEN ADULTS AND MINORS. Yes, sex with minors is illegal... and I do NOT condone it. Yet, you'll probably watch a TV show tonight that contains another illegal activity ("Murder She Wrote" anyone?), and I doubt the writers of those stories condone that behavior either. Anyway, please go away if this subject matter offends you. THIS STORY IS INSPIRED by "I Want You to Meet My Son," by Gareth Johnson https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/i-want-you-to-meet-my-son/ • • • • • CHAPTER FIVE -- Brady's Birthday Present, Part Three COOPER'S PERSPECTIVE I FINISHED RACKING MY 405 POUND set and sat up. This new gym--the whole new town thing, actually--was nice. Great people, great facilities. It was turning out that my move here had been a good idea. I'm used to people checking me out, believe me. You don't walk around at six-foot-five, 288 pounds, and less than six percent body fat, and not get your share of gaping stares. I'm used to it; and to be honest, it's usually a turn-on. Especially when the guy checking me out is as jacked and good-looking as the guy who was joining the others to watch me. To be honest, I had planned on going a little light on bench today--but for some reason, when that guy approached and kept running his eyes all over me, I figured what the heck. Might as well do another set. And add some weight to boot. I was definitely not showing off. Not showing off. But fuck, if I was going to show off, this guy would be the one to whom I'd do it. He was gorgeous. Looked to be in his 30s... probably early 30s. And besides me, he was obviously the best-built-dude in the whole gym. Now, I'm not bragging about my physique, I'm way past caring about what others think... unless it's a guy who might actually be interested in me--and... if I might be interested in him. I'm a total down-low guy, so it's not like I'm good at flirting or picking up men. So I'm not that good at... well, all of it, I guess. I know, I know, it's the 21st century. Get out of the closet, right? Easier said than done. But I'm working on it. Anyway, after I finished the 455 pound set, he was definitely impressed. I sat up, breathing hard, recuperating from the set (you try benching 455 for reps!). Our eyes met, again, and then he turned and walked away. I'd seen that reaction many times. I had a strong feeling he'd be back. And I was right. His name was Liam. We chewed the shit for awhile, and ended up working in on some sets together. He was a worthy workout partner, and we decided to give it a try--meet up in the mornings and see if it would work out for us. Liam was cool. I found out he was a widower, and had one young son. And evidently he really loved his boy. I kinda admired that. He was always cool to be around, and I got to where I really looked forward to seeing him every morning. I mean... for his friendship, of course. Well, if something developed, and he wanted to explore some things with me... we'd have to see what we might see.... It wasn't until... I don't know... the third or fourth day that things got a little weird. Liam was really into his son, like I mentioned before. And, well, I think it was on Monday that he started talking about how cute the kid was (and yes, he was cute--Liam loved to show pictures)... but the "cute" part started to get a little... well... weird. Liam started saying shit like he couldn't keep his hands off his boy, and how soft and smooth the kid's skin was. I'm gonna say right here that I've never been in to boys. Never. I'm not a perve. I've only, always been into men: Huge, muscular bodybuilders--dudes with buff muscles. And well, after spending my entire childhood thinking about really huge, ripped men, when I was old enough to start working out, I grew--fast. And huge. And I started to get looks. A lot of looks. I had turned into the muscle hunks I'd obsessed over. And I liked it. I liked how I knew exactly what those leering dudes were thinking. Because I thought the same thing. So, I started getting together with some of the guys whose "proclivities" matched my own. Thing was... now, I totally got off on other muscle guys getting all excited about my body. I was still only attracted to grown men (well, and older, buff teens), but what I really got off on was other guys getting off on my muscles. So, that's where my inclinations lie: working out to get as huge and ripped as I possibly can, driving men crazy with my muscles, fucking them silly... and as they say, rinse, repeat. But the weirdest thing happened when this Liam guy started talking about his boy... the kid's name was Brady. "Yeah, he and I have a really close relationship," Liam said. "The kid is so fucking cute that it's hard for me to keep my hands off him, to be honest." He paused and glanced my way (out of the corner of my eye, I saw him look at me to gauge my reaction). "And I gotta say," he continued, "Brady's skin is so smooth and soft. Damn, makes me hard just to talk about it." I made a special effort to not look at him, because I knew my eyes were probably as big as saucers at that statement. "I don't know about you, Cooper, but there's just something about snuggling up with him--we sleep naked together--and feeling his little, smooth body cuddle next to my muscles...." I'd never heard a dude talk like this. Never even considered boys. But the more Liam talked, the more... interesting... I found it. Okay, I'll be honest, it was, in a weird way, kind of a turn on. To picture it. Liam was totally stacked and ripped, so imagining him with a little boy was... fuck it, it was hot! Where this had come from I'll never know. But the more I thought about it, and was honest with myself, the more I realized that it made sense. I mean, here I was, tall, enormous, rippling with muscles... and I got turned on by smaller muscle dudes getting turned on by ME. So it didn't take much of a stretch to see that getting a little boy all excited about my muscles would turn me on too. Still, I didn't know this Liam guy from Adam. We'd only met a few days earlier. For all I knew, he could have been a cop, or worked for Children's Services, and was out chasing pedophiles. Plus, boys? I loved muscles, not boys. And being a cop or not, getting off with little boys was most definitely not within the bounds of what I knew the law to be. So I shrugged it off. Too, I was probably just misinterpreting a dad's love for his son. Damn, I needed to get laid, is what I needed. Me, thinking about little boys? Fuck that was messed up. LIAM DID NOT STOP, THOUGH. He kept bringing up his little boy Brady. In fact, a few days later he started talking about how he'd taken pictures of the kid--naked--and would I be interested in seeing? The fuck? "You want me to look at pictures of your little boy... naked?" I frowned. "Well, I don't have a problem with it if you don't," he said. As if it was a given that I wouldn't. "Naw. Thanks, man, but no thanks. I'm not interested." "Well, I wouldn't even have to show you the ones where he's erect, Cooper." At that comment, I'm pretty sure my eyebrows crawled up into my scalp. "Erect?" I shook my disbelieving head. "You would show me pictures of your little boy, with a hard-on?" "Why not?" he said. "He posed for me willingly, man. And he's the one who let me get him all hard to begin with." And... don't hate me here... but despite my protestations, this conversation was kind of getting me aroused. Shit, I was fucked. What kind of dude gets turned on by little boys? Still... "What are you talking about... he let you get him hard?" Liam smiled. "Well, he's into big muscles, like I said. So he loves me to strip and flex for him. Touching and feeling everything. You know how little boys are." I didn't, really, but deep down I was wondering what it would be like to do that with a kid. "And well, he gets hard like that all the time," Liam continued, "while he watches me flex. But last night, for the pictures I took, I touched him... his little cock--fuck it's so cute--and got him all erect before he let me take some pictures." My heart was racing. Some of it was horror. But a lot of it was from being so fucking turned on at picturing Liam fondling his little boy. "So? You wanna take a peek? Like I said, we can start with the ones where his little pecker isn't hard." I didn't know what to say. In the end, though, fear won out. And maybe a little indignation. "Naw, I'm good, man." I stood up from where we'd been sitting on a workout bench, then turned to face him. "That's just fucked up, man. That you'd want to show me pictures of your son... erect." I turned and walked to the locker room. THE NEXT MORNING AT THE GYM there was a semi-uncomfortable silence between Liam and me. I'd basically called him out on his pedo tendencies the day before. I probably should have apologized to him, but fuck.... I didn't know what to do. I was so fucking turned on. Just seeing Liam that morning had gotten my cock to jump... knowing what he did with that boy. I pussy-footed around the subject as long as I possibly could, then finally decided to make a joke about it. "So did you take any more pictures of your boy last night?" I chuckled. He laughed. "Naw. Not last night." He started talking about bonding with his son, and teaching him about puberty and stuff. I'd never heard of a guy being so open about stuff like that with his son. Liam seemed to think it was all just normal stuff. My dad never even had "the talk" with me, so hearing a dad talk like this was very unusual. Anyway, he managed to steer the convo back, and ask me if I wasn't sure I didn't want to take a look at his boy. He said he had the pictures right there on his phone. "I dunno. I guess it's just hard to believe you're okay with showing other guys pictures of your boy like that," I said. I was still playing it down, yet getting more and more curious the harder my cock got. He laughed. "Dude, I really don't see anything wrong with it. Brady is just really cute--that smooth, soft skin is just edible!" He chuckled. "And to be honest, I think it's kinda hot to let other guys look." Fuck. Then he added, "And besides, I kinda get the idea that you're curious." Damn. This was so... new. So not-good. So beyond appropriate. And so fucking hot! So confusing. I'd never pictured myself in this way--getting turned on over boys who got turned on by my body. Well, when I honestly thought about it, I did really like it when a kid asked to feel my arm or whatever. Seeing a kid get all excited about my muscles did tend to get me hard. How had I not seen this before? Liam took his phone out of his workout shorts pocket then sat down on the bench in front of me. "Come `ere," he said. "I promise you're gonna like this." Fuck. I was probably trembling. But I pushed past the fear, unable to stop, and I sat down on the bench next to Liam. There weren't any other people around. I just knew that he was going to flip through his app and stop at a picture of his badge for Child Protective Services or some shit. But there was no badge. Liam flipped through his photo app and pulled up a picture of his boy, standing in front of his bed, naked as a jaybird. He wasn't erect, but he was definitely naked. He was so fucking cute, for sure. I liked looking at him! For the first time in my life, I was looking at a picture of a naked boy... for the express purpose of turning myself on about it. "You like that? He's really a little stud, right?" Liam said. I shouldn't be looking. But I also couldn't help myself. "Wow, man," is all I could get out. "Okay, do you want to see a picture of him erect? I mean... I promise you'll like it." "I dunno man. This seems a little...." I looked around the room for stray eyes, then said softly, "Whatever dude. But this is a little fucked, man." "It's not fucked, Cooper. It's fun." His smile was genuine, but it definitely held a bit of deceit. He flipped to the next picture, and there he was: as hard as a pencil, grinning from ear to ear. He stood with arms akimbo, looking like a naked superhero. "I helped him there. To get hard I mean," Liam said. The fear overwhelmed me. I couldn't continue. "Shit, man. This is fucked for sure." I stood up. "I think I'm gonna hit the showers, dude." I didn't usually use the showers at the gym. The occasional wandering eye, lusting all over me in the locker room and showers is usually a turn on--yet too many of those eyes belong to old fat men. No offense, but... not my type. So I usually go home to shower after a workout. But at that moment, I had the hardest, biggest, raging hard-on I'd had in a long time. If I waited till I got home, I might have ended up with an very unmanageable mess in my workout clothes while in the driver's seat. I needed to release now. Fortunately, the showers at that gym are all private--single-stalls with plastic curtains to pull behind you. I shed my clothes and held my towel in front of my erection and made for a shower. Fuck, I didn't last but a few strokes before I was spraying the tiles, getting off on the image of Liam and his little boy being intimate. And more than that, the image of his little boy getting off on me. I PROBABLY JERKED OFF FIVE more times that night and the next morning, thinking about... Brady and Liam. Whatever had awakened in me was taking me by storm. And I had no doubt, deep down, that I'd be seeing this thing through--although on the surface, I was definitely not ready to admit that to myself. The next day was weird, of course. But mostly weird for me, not Liam. He was as oblivious to my angst as ever. He was friendly, back-slappingly so. And yes, he continued with the suggestive lines of convo regarding his son. Then it all came to a head (so to speak) when he mentioned that Brady's birthday was coming up in a few days, on Friday. He'd said that in passing before, but now he was saying something about having me over to help Brady celebrate? I wasn't getting it, but Liam was always quick to explain, and now was no exception. He said that since Brady was so into muscles, that maybe I'd want to come over Friday and throw some poses the kid's way? "He'd go nuts over you, dude," Liam insisted. "He'd flip out if you stripped down and flexed for him." I saw Liam's eyes move over my body, and liked it. I didn't need to envision a scenario with the dude's kid to get turned on. Liam was one hot muscle dude, and I'd thought many times about getting together with him. Fuck, yeah. Still, going over there to be with his son? Could it be what it sounded like Liam was wanting it to be? I didn't want to... to get my hopes up? No, I didn't want to go over there. Not at all. Or... fuck. Did I? "That sounds... interesting I guess...." I said softly. He asked, "Have you ever done that before? Guest pose for a little, muscle-worshipping boy?" I laughed. "Definitely not, dude." But I added, "It sounds interesting... but honestly, I just don't know. You're not really serious, are you? Having me over?" "Yeah, man, I'm serious! Damn, dude, he'd love it. Totally! You should really think about it, man!" Fuck. "Well, I'm actually serious, man. I know my son would love it. And I promise, you'd get something out of it too." Fuck. "I'm serious. I guarantee that if you strip down for Brady--and let him get all excited over your muscles... you'll leave feeing very... very happy. That's all I'm sayin'." "What? I'm not sure what you're saying at all, man." I needed to cut off this line of conversation. "What I'm saying," He said as he sat down on the bench and pulled out his phone.... He patted the bench next to him. I sat down. "I'm saying, this kid..." he pulled up some new pictures of an erect Brady, "is very affectionate. He'd love opening his birthday present--you. He'd go nuts over your physique. He'd want to touch anything that you'd let him touch." He glanced at me. I was too busy trying to pry my eyes away from that little, erect boy to look up. "And I know from past experience--when he's been with other men--when he touches you, you're gonna really enjoy it." Fuck. "I dunno man. It's hard to believe what you're saying. I mean..." I looked at Liam's face... "it sounds like you want me to let your son do nasty things with me... and me with him...." "Well, I think I already told you that my definition of nasty might be a little different from yours. What I'm saying is... Brady and I do a lot of things together. And I've had men over to the house before too... and he's always loved... how should I put it... getting to know them." "Holy shit, man. Are you for real?" This was so fucked. Why couldn't I turn away from it?! "Let me get this straight," I said, "You're asking me to come over to your house, go through my posing routine for your son, and let him touch me--and not just my muscles--while I'm flexing. You want me to let him touch me... in the personal areas? Wherever he wants?" I leaned in and said softer, "I mean... you want me to let your boy touch me... sexually?" "If that's what you want to let him do," Liam said, matter-of-fact. "Let me assure you... it'd be totally up to you. What I'm saying is that you wouldn't have to do anything you didn't want to do with my son." The fuck? "But..." he said, "you also need to know that you could... well... you would be totally open to do absolutely anything with him... if you want. What I'm saying is that if you come over, and let my boy...." "This is just nuts," I interrupted. I looked down at my hands, then up at Liam. "You're some kind of cop, right? I mean, this kind of shit is against the law, man." "It's all above-board, dude. And no, I'm not a cop. Would I be showing pictures of my little boy like this if I were? If anyone were to get in trouble for this, it'd be me." "I don't know about the legal gobbledygook," I said. "I just don't know about... well, any of this." I sighed hard. "I get it, man," he said. "There's absolutely no pressure Coop. We can both just walk away from this discussion and forget about it. But if you decided to come over, and be my boy's muscle present, I guarantee you, you won't leave till you have had the best time of your life." "Damn, man," I sighed again. My fingers were fidgeting. I was getting harder by the second, too. "Tell you what. Sleep on it tonight. Then tomorrow morning, if you're still walking around with a boner about it, we'll move forward." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Well there we had it. Liam knew my answer already, didn't he. My cock was a dead giveaway. I got up and headed for the lockers. I WAS TOTALLY GOING TO TELL LIAM to fuck off the next day. I'm a pretty analytical guy, so I boiled my conflicting thoughts down to three main things: I didn't really know who Liam was, so that was scary. Did I really want to do this? Seriously? There was no way in fucking hell I was going to walk away. So, as far as number one went, I did a little research. Fortunately, Liam had lived in this town like, forever. And he had a big online presence. It was easy to verify a lot about him, so that put me at ease. 
As far as number two went, the answer was turning out to be an unavoidable yes. And point number three was self-explanatory. So I didn't tell Liam to fuck off. I was fucked. Royally. Liam was, of course, very happy about my decision. Me... I had jerked off more times in the past two days than I ever had in my life. Still, to say I was apprehensive would be a travesty of language. I was terrified. And more excited than I'd ever been. We made the arrangements for me to show up on Liam's doorstep at six o'clock Friday evening. THAT EVENING WHEN I WAS GETTING ready for bed, Liam sent me a picture of his kid Brady. He texted, "Are you ready for some of this tomorrow night?" Holy shit. Liam was holding the kid's little cock, and it was hard as a nail. Then he sent me some more. Damn, he shouldn't be sending me these. But fuck. I told him I thought it was scary for him to be sending me this kiddy stuff and he said WhatsApp was all encrypted, so it was safe. I wasn't as confident as he was. "You want to run your hands all over his cute, soft skin?" Damn, just thinking about it was making me go nuts. Having this cute little muscle-worshipping boy running his hands all over my muscles... lying in bed with him... on top of him... him on top of me.... Liam said Brady was really experienced... that he'd been with a lot of men. "And he's gonna make you very satisfied. You need to prepare yourself, man. My son is extremely affectionate, if you know what I mean." "Damn! Just looking at that pic, and listening to you offer him up to me... this is so fucking hot." "Time to hit the sack, man. I have a feeling we're both (all three of us) gonna be up late tomorrow night. Thank goodness it's not a school night, haha." We had already decided to take Friday off from working out. It would only make the anticipation higher. WHEN I ARRIVED AT LIAM'S PLACE, to say I was nervous would be an understatement. To say I was excited would be an even bigger understatement. It was kind of warm, so I decided to wear a tank top and cargo shorts. Why not give `em a nice look at my arms and shoulders right off the bat. Brady was as cute as his pictures. Fuck, like I said before, I never even considered doing anything with a boy. But arriving here, seeing Liam stand there with his kid, and looking at the wide-eyed expression on Brady's face... my already hard cock solidified and jumped. The kid was like the proverbial deer-in-headlights, except his eyes did move... up and down my physique. But otherwise he was in a trance. Liam introduced us, and Brady's first word to me was just, "Wow." I extended my hand to shake his, but his dad had to knock him out of his trance. "Brady. Manners," Liam whispered loud enough for me to hear. "Oh... oh... I'm sorry." He lifted his hand and we shook. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Steele." I explained that he should call me Cooper. Liam invited me in off the porch, directed me to take a seat, and went to get some beers for us. While Liam was in the kitchen, Brady took it upon himself to crawl up onto my lap! Damn, the kid was so fucking cute! He just made himself at home and sat down on my quads. Still, he couldn't stop looking at my body. I was definitely used to that, of course... but the kid was pretty-much zoned out about me. He stared at the veins on my forearms and mentioned something about them, and I said that yeah, I was pretty lean so my veins were pretty prominent. Then he kind of "gathered" himself. He turned thoughtful, and polite. "So how are you feeling tonight, Mr. Cooper Steele?" he asked. I had to chuckle. He was acting very grown-up. He moved one hand up and down my forearm, feeling its thickness, and all the veins, and I have to admit that his touch made me relax. I could feel the tension ebb. But as soon as Liam came back, I got uptight again. Brady was good at relaxing me, but having his father right there was... well, weird. Liam handed me a beer, but before I could even grab it, little Brady snuggled into me... and holy FUCK! The kid started wriggling his little ass on my lap! Right on top of my crotch! Shit. Shit. Shit! This kid was going to town! He curled up into my torso and put a hand on one of my biceps. And he rotated his tight little ass right on top of my growing hard-on. Fuck! Instinctively--without even thinking about it--I found myself putting my arm around him. He continued to dance his butt against my crotch. "I can't believe how many muscles you have," he said, inspecting me some more. The next few minutes are a blur in my memory, to be honest, but I do remember Liam taking a chair across from Brady and me. And I do remember Brady continuing to flirt with me, touching my arms and chest, and squirming against my erection. Fuck the kid was NASTY! Liam was watching us with what I could tell was lusty interest. His eyes got a little clouded, and he pushed himself back into his overstuffed chair; he spread his legs wide, and his excitement was obvious there. This was all too much for me to take. I had no idea this kind of scenario would appeal so much to me! This cute little boy on my lap, feeling me all over, practically begging me to fuck his little ass... all while his really hot daddy sat across the room, getting off on the two of us getting it on. Fuck, where had this come from?! I had to idea I could be into this kind of shit, but fuuuuuck I was harder than I'd ever been! And then... well, then Liam told his son to kiss me! Brady leaned in and without even thinking about it, I leaned down to him, and we started kissing! Me! And a boy! And fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing ever! The kid started taking inventory of my upper-body muscles... all over... my arms, chest, shoulders... my back. And we frenched. Shit this was going to be my death! 
Brady wiggled his moved his tight ass over my crotch, driving me crazy. Liam watched, languidly moving his hand over his pant's crotch, squeezing and tickling himself. I directed my attention back to Brady, and the two of us fell into a really hot session of passionate kissing and touching. And his little ass on my crotch. When Brady crawled even higher on my torso--pushing himself up from my lap--and put his hands under my tank top, I nearly lost it. He started feeling out my pecs (and I have to admit, they're kinda enormous and hard) and kept kissing me. Then he slid down my torso and ground his ass into my crotch again. We both moaned while we kissed. There was some nasty talk too. Brady basically asked me to go up to bed with him, and sleep over all night. He said that's what his dad had had planned all along, and would I be willing to stay. Why, yes, as a matter of fact I would. Then the kid started talking about positions! He wanted to know what I thought about the missionary position. And he started to detail what it would be like for him to be fucked by his new muscle friend. Then... Liam told him to strip. Right in front of me. Brady crawled off, and took off his clothes. Fuck. His little pecker was as hard as a screwdriver handle! (A small screwdriver handle.) The kid's skin was white and so smooth-looking. He smiled at me and leaned in for another kiss. My hands moved over his soft skin, and I was drunk. His back, his arms, his tiny little ass cheeks... he was so cute! And such a fucking turn on! Not to mention that he really wanted me! He pulled back and teased me: "Do you like how hard your muscles make your little boy toy? I can't help it. Your muscles... you are so massive. And lean. And... big, and fuck I want you." "Fuuuuuck, Brady." "You can touch it if you want," he said. He stood up tall and moved his hips so that his little PeePee stuck up at me, inviting me. "Go ahead, big guy." I touched it. Shit, I had no idea I would get so turned on by a little boy this way. The way he was flirting--seducing--it was amazing. And daddy over there was getting ready to whip it out! Seriously! I was molesting his little boy, and he was so fucking turned on he couldn't keep his clothes on. Brady's little penis was fucking cute. And so hard, for me. Then he reached down and put his hand on my crotch. He squeezed me there. "Can I see?" he asked. "Do you think you are bigger than Dad?" I didn't answer, but I had a sneaking suspicion I knew the answer. I'd never seen a man bigger than myself. Not bragging, just sayin'. And from looking at Liam's package--many times, mind you--I knew that it was quite a bit bigger than average... yet not as big as mine. I lifted my hips up off the couch and took off what clothes I still had on. (I'd taken off my shirt at some point, but the whole thing is a blur now.) I stood up and pointed my erection at the little boy's face. He looked at it in awe. Yeah, I thought it would be bigger than Daddy's. "Holy fuuuuuck," Liam moaned from the other side of the room. he was watching me show off my cock to his boy. I gave the kid a few poses while my cock was in his face, and well... the real fun began. Brady was definitely not shy. He touched anything he wanted. And so, I did too. I lifted him up and we kissed. He felt me out... everywhere. I put him down. He touched my shaft, and explored my balls, while I watched patiently. Damn, this was fucking amazing! Then he asked me to sit again. Then he started in on this thing about having an "itch" that he wanted me to scratch. But where was this itch? He directed me to it, and in a minute I had two of my long fingers up his ass, getting ready to put in a third. While I did this, Brady snuggled up my torso and talked about having me take him. Shit this kid had a nasty mouth: "Oh, fuuuuuck, Cooper. Yesssss. I can't wait till you get me nice and ready for your huge, hard cock. I can't wait till you fuck and fuck and fuck your little boy. You want to stick that big thing inside me there? Can you make it a little bigger with your fingers? Because I have a feeling I'm not going to be ready for it." I was going to lose it. Totally. And that's about when Liam interrupted us with a yell. I glanced over at him just in time to see a long, white string of semen leap out of his cock, into the air, and fall onto his torso. Then another. And more. The man was going all-out. "Damn, Liam. That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," I mumbled. Liam didn't seem to hear. He was lost in a sexual frenzy over watching me play with his boy. Like I mentioned before, a lot of this whole evening is a blur of sexual excitement. I don't know what happened when, but I do remember that at some point, Brady asked me to stand up again. He was playing with my cock still (there was a lot to play with, and I was as hard as the Washington Monument). And then he said something about the amount of pre-cum I was making, and he decided it needed licking up. I certainly wasn't going to object. He started licking, up and down. I put my hands on my hips while I watched. Fuuuuuck. I'd had my share of blow jobs before, and sure... Brady was just a kid... but his was a light, sexy touch. And his tongue was having the time of its life. While Liam got back into a new rhythm, jacking off to us again, Brady took my helmet into his little mouth. That was about all he could fit inside, of course. And I was used to this, of course. Not many men could take very much of me inside, and I sure wasn't expecting much from a little boy. But Brady was enthusiastic, and that helped make up for what he lacked in ability. Plus, he was really having fun. Suddenly, I felt a tiny bit of liquid land on my shin. Brady was coming. Just from sucking me. I smiled down and watched the kid come--it was modest, since he was just a boy, but it was definitely real. His body was jerking and he was making little yipping sounds. When he finished, he fell against my legs. I picked him up and... well... I couldn't help it. As I lifted him up, I pulled him against my body. Fuck the boy felt so good against me. He made me harder than I could ever remember. And I knew the evening was just beginning.... __ __ __ __ __ If you like this series, you might also like another story I've been working on. It's in Nifty's Gay/Adult-Youth section: "Exam Room Three" -- -- -- -- -- Please support nifty. I do, every month! It's easy to set up an automatic donation. If you enjoy the FREE service Nifty provides YOU--if you find yourself returning here often, please show your tangible support: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html __ __ __ __ __ Please write me: d.praved.mann@proton.me