Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2022 06:09:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Sam Hill <6592657@pacbell.net>
Subject: My Life with Boys, Part 1

This story is roughly based on actual events retold to me. Some license has
been taken to fill out the story. Please remember to support Nifty!

I had the perfect life. I was 44, 6'3", 195 lbs. I had a wife who I loved
and two sons, aged 4 and 2, who I adored. I was a successful realtor, I
owned a great house with a pool in an average suburban neighborhood. I was
on top of the world.

I came home one day to find packed suitcases in the foyer. I was
perplexed. My wife rounded the corner and in the most callous way possible
informed me that she was tired of being a wife and mother and was
done. There was no warning, no discussion. She walked out the door, loaded
her suitcases in her car and drove off. I was stunned and in shock. What
was I going to do now and what was life going to be like?

Two days later, I was served with divorce papers. She didn't want money,
she didn't want the house, and most disappointing of all, she wanted
nothing to do with the kids, she just wanted out. A month later everything
was finalized and it was just us guys in the house.

Those first few months were a struggle trying to get everything scheduled,
school, day care, meals, work and spending quality down time with the
boys. I finally relied on my training from serving as an officer in the
USAF. Regimen was required. A tight schedule and the three of us being in
sync with all activities from getting out of bed, meals, dressing and bath
time. We fell into a routine and everything in the house ran efficiently
with the boys pitching is as they were able. This routine had time for us
to spend some fun times together. But one thing was missing in my life.

Ever since I was a teenager, I knew that I was bi. I was equally
comfortable being with guys as I was with women. Now with my wife gone, I
was needing to find a sexual release. After getting the boys to bed, porn
and jacking off were my mainstay to take care of my needs. After a while I
needed more. I wasn't looking for relationships and I wasn't keen on
parading people through the house with the boys there. I had met a few
women but each meeting was unfulfilling and seemed to have strings
attached. I had met a couple of guys who were interested in exactly what I
needed, release without entanglement. As the boys grew, these encounters
became fewer and farther between as their demands on my time with after
school activities and weekend sports added to an already full schedule.

Day to day life was a well oiled machine. The boys personalities started to
develop. My oldest, John, is a quiet, thoughtful introvert. My youngest,
Jim, is a gregarious, uninhibited extrovert. Life around the house was
always busy. Any and all time saving measures were to be considered. I
learned early on that bath time was usually more play and less cleaning
where I ended up more wet than had I taken the bath. Group baths were
instituted where there was still play but with more cleaning and I was no
longer in drenched clothes. Nudity became a non-issue. The boys had no
problems running around stark naked, and I certainly didn't mind peeling
off my clothes at home either. When the boys were old enough to move to
showering, we tried the route of separate showering but that usually ended
up a two hour ordeal, again with less cleaning. I had the tub in the master
bath removed and converted into a large shower with double shower
heads. The boys and I would now be showering together cutting the total
time down to 35 mins and I could assure everyone was clean and ready for
the day.

Fast forward seven years and the well oiled machine is running like a Swiss
watch. Life is busy with school, work, and sports. Jim, now 9, is into
soccer with soccer practice two nights a week games on Saturday. John, now
11, is into swimming with practice two nights a week and a swim meet every
other Saturday. The boys are doing well in school and life is good!

Nudity being common in the house, it wasn't uncommon to see the occasional
boner in the bath, shower, or around the house. Both boys being uncut meant
a little extra handling during showers and at times wood would be in hand.

However, lately, Jim seems to have a greater interest in his cock. He'll
play with it while watching TV, playing Xbox, reading. Most of the time he
seems to be sporting a hard on without a second thought. It all seemed
pretty innocent and very nonchalant, until he seemed to take more interest
and a greater curiosity about my cock. He's spent more time looking at it,
asking questions and trying to "accidentally" cop a feel during showers. I
chalked it up to curiosity, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was
more.

The next year, everything changes. COVID. The well oiled machine has now
moved into crash and burn mode. The boys are now on what seems a permanent
staycation 24/7. My alone times where I could take care of my needs have
now disappeared. The refined regimented schedule is now in burning ruins.

As the year dragged on, the boys and I are getting a little bit of cabin
fever, but I'm not chancing taking them anywhere. Board games and puzzles
become a new favorite past time, and the swimming pool is the center of
activity for most days. And yes, we swim in the buff most of the time. As
if this year couldn't have enough change, I notice John, now 12, is
starting to become a man. He's no longer looking like a little boy and is
staring to sprout a few wispy pubes.

Remembering when I was that age and how unprepared I felt, I figured It's
time to have "the talk".  I'm nervous and he's embarrassed. We both managed
to get through it. I think back to when I was at that stage, of the forests
I killed in Kleenex, not to mention the one yellowed crusty t-shirt that
had a nearly permanent home under the bed, and In keeping with trying to
have things easy and somewhat orderly, I bought him a set of white towels
and told him that he could just throw those in with the whites when we do
laundry. It wasn't long after the towels began showing up in the laundry
and his door was more closed than open. I knew what was going on, but Jim
didn't get it. Jim soon found out what the closed door meant and had no
problem letting me know that John was "playing with himself", again, but he
didn't have a clue what it was about and really didn't get why John wanted
his door closed, after all he was comfortable touching his cock almost
anywhere in the house. I figured we could deal with that set of questions
later, on the other hand, I was becoming slightly jealous that my 12 year
old son was having a far more adventurous masturbation life than me.

The holidays finally arrived and as a New Year's present, I gave everyone
COVID. We all had a rough time of it, but made it through without anything
serious. Life continued much as it had for the last six months, the boys
were zooming into school, I was going to the office as necessary and the
well oiled machine moved from inferno to modest smolder. But this year was
going to be full of surprises.

Spring Break was approaching quickly and the boys would be have a week and
a half off from school. I had recently received my two shots of Moderna and
I figured the boys had some natural immunity from just having COVID, I
figured we needed a fun break. I decided to surprise the boys and treat
myself to getting out of town. After researching places to go and
protocols, I decided Cancun was the destination. We had been on vacation
there before and it was a place we could stay at the hotel and never have
to leave.

We arrived early in the day, got to our room, changed, had lunch and headed
for the beach. After playing in the water, we laid in the sun, I read, the
boys played games on their iPads. The beach was full of hot looking guys,
which only added to my year of sexual frustration. After awhile I decided
it was time for us to head back to the room to get cleaned up, catch a nap
and get ready for dinner. I stripped down and showered first. Jim wanted to
join me, but I just wanted to get in and out, so I told him no. Jim
showered next, followed by John. John took longer than usual but the chub
he sported as he emerged from the bathroom provided ample explanation. .

We had a room with two queen sized beds. I took one and the boys got the
other. The boys have generally slept in the nude more often than not and I
always slept in the nude. John decided to wear basketball shorts. Since the
onset of puberty he's been much more shy about being nude. Jim is still
Jim, mostly nude and usually with a boner. We ended up napping for about
two hours. I got the boys up, we dressed, went to dinner, then came back to
the room. We watched a movie and then went to bed. I was dying to rub one
out before going to be, but thought better of it. It's not something I had
done in that close proximity with the boys, and wasn't going to be starting
now.

The next morning we got up, had breakfast in the room and got ready for the
day. After oiling everyone up, we headed for the beach. We played in the
ocean, laid in the sun, read, played games, had lunch, played in the ocean,
laid out some more. There seemed to be more and hotter guys on the beach
than the day before, and I spent a goodly amount of time trying to conceal
my semi in my swimsuit. I decided it was time to stop torturing myself and
go back to the room. After getting showered and ready for a nap, we settled
in. We had the A/C cranked down low to keep the room cool. Jim complained
about being cold and asked if he could climb into bed with me. Not an
unusual request, and one I wouldn't say no to. Jim crawled in front if me
in the little spoon position. As I started to doze off, Jim started
fidgeting.

"Settle down now," I said.

"I'm just trying to get comfortable."

As he squirmed more, his smooth behind rubbed against my cock. In my pent
up nature, I was ROCK hard in about two seconds.

"Daddy, your penis is all hard!"

Jim was never one to be subtle. John was awake and attentive. There was no
easy way of getting out of this and I was really needing to take care of
myself.

"Look boys, we need to have a talk. I've sort have talked to John
already. When guys get to a certain age they have special needs and need to
take care of them in a certain way. A guy will play with his penis until it
feels really good and some fluid comes out. Its called masturbation or
jacking off. It's a good way to relax."

Jim interjects that when he plays with his dick that it feels really good.

"I'm sure it does but it will be different when you are older like Daddy
and John. Usually, you do this in private and you usually don't share." I
look over and can tell that John has his hands down his shorts and am
guessing is sporting a boner too.

"Daddy hasn't been able to `relax' in a long time and Daddy REALLY needs to
`relax'. This isn't something that gets shared, but Daddy is going to jack
off."

I was a bit nervous and a little apprehensive but there was no going
back. I pulled back the covers and began to jack off. Both boys even though
they had seen me hard at times had never seen it quite like this. They both
stared. John's hand was moving in his pants and Jim kept squeezing his
penis. I told John that if he wanted he could jack off too, that it was ok
despite an audience. John pulled his pants down and started to jack fast
and furious.

"Take it easy buddy, we're not in a race, take it slow and enjoy it."

He slowed down but had his eyes fixated on my cock. It was the first time I
had seen John jack off or play with his cock for that matter. Being uncut,
he used his thumb and index finger to rub his foreskin over the head of his
cock. Jim just sat there fixated and kind of did a combination of squeezing
his cock and kind of bouncing it off his palm. I don't think he had figured
out the moving up and down method yet. I was much a more of a fist full of
cock stroker myself. Even though I was taking it slow, having my two sons
watch and seeing them in turn play with their cocks, plus the months of
pent up sexual energy, I wasn't going to last long.

Jim, sitting next to me with his eyes glued to my cock, asked if I was
peeing a little. I told him that it wasn't pee, it was something called
precum. The pace of his playing with his cock became more frenetic and he
began to tremble. I knew that he was orgasming. It was weird and surreal
watching him orgasm, but also a turn on. With in seconds, I let out a soft
moan and started to cum. It was one of the biggest cum loads in recent
memory. Spurt after spurt coated my stomach and chest. I looked over and
John was shooting his load, which was more of an extended dribble out of
his foreskin.

"Whoa!!! What was that?" Jim asked.

"That's called cumming. When you get to John's age, you'll do that too."

"That's a lot of cum, dad," John said.

"It's been a long time waiting."

" Can we do this again? Please, please!" Jim begged.

"Maybe, maybe not. But we need to have some rules. 1. What happens between
us stays between us. No blabbing to your friends in school. 2. Don't
ask. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. 3. No one is
forced to participate or do anything they don't feel like doing. OK?"
Everyone agreed. I was completely spent and a much needed nap ensued.

The night finished out much the same as the night before and the next
morning started much the same as the day before. Jim asked if we were going
to play with ourselves again. I reminded him of rule #2 much to his
disappointment. Having some relief, the day on the beach watching the hot
guys wasn't nearly as bad. We returned to the room for our our afternoon
nap. I could tell Jim was hoping for a replay of the day before. He was as
restless as a kid before Christmas and his near constant hard-on with his
hand practically glued to his crotch was unavoidable. John went out on the
balcony to read. Jim finally fell asleep. I joined John on the balcony and
we chatted about the events from the day before.

"Hey buddy! Whatcha reading?"

"Dracula."

"School assignment?"

"Yeah."

"You feel like talking about yesterday?"

"I don't know."

"What we did, did it make you feel uncomfortable?"

"A little, maybe."

"It was a little weird for me too, I felt a little uncomfortable,
especially with Jim staring. What made you uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, he can be a bit intense. I guess just watching you jack off and me
seeing you watch me jack off was a little uncomfortable."

I noticed his cock stir in his basketball shorts and my cock started to
respond in kind. Mine being more noticeable since I was sitting there
naked.

"I'm sorry buddy, you know I would never want to make you feel
uncomfortable in anyway. Like I said yesterday, we won't do anything that
makes you feel that way."

"No, Dad, it was fine. I actually sort of liked it, it was just, uh, uh,
something I didn't expect and I was a little nervous because it sort of
turned me on and, you know, you saw me."

"Buddy, we've seen each other naked tons of times and we have all seen each
other hard, sort of like now." I gave a little chuckle while glancing at my
noticeable semi.

John gave a little smile and said, "That's not it, it's just that, I've
never had some one watch me, you know, jack off, and I was a little
nervous. And, I saw you jacking off and I really wanted to see you cum, and
that made me both more nervous and really excited."

"Ah, I see. I know we talked about this when you were first able to cum,
but it's natural. Guys jack off, and there is nothing wrong with it,
there's no right or wrong way. It's all about feeling good. I know I said
that guys usually do this in private, but if all parties are ok with it
then sharing the experience is ok too. Just don't be whipping it out in the
living room when we're watching TV." I chuckled and John gave a little
laugh.

"To be honest, I really hadn't planned yesterday, but I was horny, and I
really needed to take care of things. I promise we'll keep it clean for the
rest of the trip. OK Buddy?"

"I could tell Dad! That was an a massive amount of cum." We both laughed.

"I'd be OK if we did that again. It was cool watching someone else jack
off, seeing how they do it, and watching another guy cum."

"Well, we'll see. I'm not promising anything. I'm glad we talked Buddy. You
know we can talk about anything?"

"Me too, Dad. I know."

I went in and got cleaned up and ready for dinner, Jim woke up and John
came in and they got ready for dinner. After dinner, we watched another
movie and I put in our breakfast order for the next morning.

The morning started out the same as the other mornings without any portent
of what was to come that night. After breakfast, we followed the usual
pattern of our days. After my talk with John, I was a little more horned
than the day before and the eye candy at the beach was certainly
contributing to my growing problem. Tonight, I wanted us to have a "nice
night". I had made dinner reservations at the high end steakhouse
restaurant. After our day at the beach, the nap, we all got cleaned up and
dressed in our "fancy" beach resort duds.

We had some time before dinner, so we went to the beach bar. I got the boys
Roy Rogers and I got a Mai Tai which tasted stronger than the ones I had
been sucking down at the beach. We talked about the beach and Jim's wish
that we could move there. We talked about their school. Then we walked to
the restaurant for dinner. We sat down. The boys got two more Roy Rogers
and I ordered a glass of wine. Unfortunately, the wine I wanted only came
by the bottle. I thought why not. Dinner was amazing! We had a good time
eating, talking and joking. Meanwhile I was feeling slightly buzzed half
way through my bottle. I finished the bottle during the third course. We
ordered dessert and I foolishly ordered a snifter of amaretto. My buzz was
definitely becoming a little bit more. While the boys were working on their
desserts, I ordered one more amaretto. I was definitely now more on the
drunk side. I'm not sure what came over me. I never drink this much but I
won't lie and say that I wasn't enjoying it.

I had to take a piss and told the boys I'd be back in a second. I made my
way to one of the men's rooms in the lobby. I stood in front of one of two
urinals and hauled out my cock. Two seconds later a clearly drunk young
guy, about early twenty something came in. He stood at the urinal next to
me but just kind of swayed there. I looked at him and he smiled. He pulled
his shorts completely down to his ankles. I was slightly turned on but not
prepared for what happened next.

He looked over to see my cock, I looked at him and he smiled. I stepped
back and let him see. He stepped back and showed me his stiffening cock. I
was getting harder. The next thing I know, he had my cock in his mouth. It
felt so fucking good. I reached down and yanked on his hard cock. About two
minutes later we hear the door. I shove my cock in my pants and leave.

I got back to the restaurant, the boys were finished with dessert, I signed
the bill and collected the boys. I was definitely feeling the effects of
the alcohol and I was horny as hell.  We got back to the room and the boys
were getting ready to watch a movie. I stripped out of my clothes and my
dick was hard as a rock.

Jim who notices all things announces, "God Dad! Your dick is all big and
hard."

John's head spun around so fast I was sure it was going to complete the
revolution.

I told the boys that I was going to take care of myself and same rules
apply as the other night. Jim was practically bouncing off the walls and
John was definitely more excited than nervous. Jim's clothes came flying
off and John was naked shortly after. Everyone had a boner!

Jim parked himself next to me on my bed and immediately had his eyes glued
to my cock and his hand glued to his cock. John was on the other bed. He
asked if it would be ok if he sat on my bed. I said sure. I scouted over
and had John on one side and Jim on the other.

I began my slow stroking. Shortly, Jim asked if he could feel my chest. I
said sure. Jim's hand moved across my chest running his hands through my
dense fur. He moved his hand down my chest and rubbed my stomach.

In his uninhibitedness, Jim asked, "Daddy, can I touch your dick?"

I was taken back but I shouldn't have been surprised. My head was spinning
and I was in a haze. I surprised myself and said yes. I let go of my dick
as it bounced with each beat of my heart. Jim reached out slowly, gingerly
and just touched the top of my cockhead with his fingertip, like he was
expecting it to bite. John stopped jacking off and his mouth was opened
wide in shock.

Jim started touching my cock all over and my cock jumping at each touch. It
sort of scared him and asked if he hurt me, but I told him it was fine. He
then started squeezing my cock between his thumb and index finger. He had
his face right on top of my cock.

"Daddy, can I touch your balls?", Jim asked.

I figured I was already in for a penny I might as well be in for a
pound. "You can touch me anywhere you want but be careful."

Jim was like a kid in a candy shop. He explored everywhere, felt
everything. While he was exploring my balls and ball sack, I started to
stroke my cock again. John cleared his throat and croaked out a request to
touch my cock too. I gave him the same permission to him. In my head, I was
completely conflicted. I was so turned on but in disbelief that I had my
two sons exploring my genitals. I rested my hand on Jim's smooth back and
rubbed it up and down caressing the smooth globes of his ass occasionally,
as he continued exploring with his brother. I moved my other hand to John's
thigh and felt his hard four inch uncut cock graze my hand. I don't know
what came over me, but I grabbed his cock and gently started to slide his
foreskin back and forth. John let out a little moan. Jim was back to
exploring my pubic hair and my chest hair. Jim touched my nipples and was
surprised they got hard too.

I rub Jim's chest and smooth stomach. I stroked his pubic area and touched
his three inch cock. I slowly started to stoke him as well.

"Daddy, I really like that!"

As I continued to play with his boy cock, it wasn't long before he dry
orgasmed.

"Daddy, I'm all tingly!"

He stopped playing with me and began to shudder, bounce and pant. After he
finished orgasming, he sort of collapsed on my chest. John continued to
play with my cock. He was laying next to me and he ground his cock into the
side of my leg. I reached down and began to slowly jack him off again. I
told him to do the same with me. John's cock was leaking huge amounts of
precum. I continued to slowly jack him. I told him to tell me when he was
getting close. He continued to stroke my cock as Jim still in bliss, head
resting on my stomach, feeling my ample bush.

"Dad, I'm getting close." I stopped stroking him as I felt his cock jumping
in my hand. "Don't stop dad!!" He protested. I told him not to worry. I
grabbed his hand on my cock and changed his grip from thumb and forefinger
to a full fist grasp. He fell right back into a good rhythm, with his cock
still jumping in my hand I started to get close. My cock swelled as I felt
my balls pull up and my cum build. I let out a moan and told him not to
stop. I arched my back and shot volley after volley of hot cum. Jim got a
birds eye view of my cumming, his face and hair that got coated in most of
it. He let out a loud. "Eeeew!"

John stopped stroking as my softening cock still throbbed. I grabbed John's
cock with my fist and stroked him again, I pulled back his foreskin and
focused on his shaft, it wasn't long before he announced that he was going
to cum. His hips bucked and rope after rope of young teen cum erupted from
his cock, hitting his chest, hitting his face, and finishing on his
stomach. He panted hard and loud.

Once he recovered he said, "Whoa, did you see how far I shot??!!!!" He was
amazed and proud of his accomplishment.

As we lay there in a state of post orgasmic euphoria, Jim, still sitting
next to me broke the silence, "Uhm, Daddy?"

My eyes closed, I continued to stroke his back, "Yeah, Buddy?"

"Uhm, I've got your stuff on me."

I opened my eyes to see my boy's face and hair covered with my spunk and
starting drip. I chuckled a little bit, "I'm sorry Buddy, let's get you
cleaned up. Actually, I think we all need to get cleaned up."

We all piled in the shower. As I started to wash Jim's hair, he hugged me
around my waist and said, "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Buddy."