Date: Sun, 04 Nov 2001 16:43:19 +0000
From: aidan leary <aidan_leary@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Sons

Don't read this if you're a) straight, b) underage, c) prudish about sexual
contact between family members.  If you still qualify after those points,
enjoy this little bit of fluff that occurred to me while I was trying (and
failing) to write more of 'the Bailey Boys'.  aidan_leary@hotmail.com


My Sons


I'm a gay man in the my late thirties who, like far too many, refused to
accept I was gay when I was younger and got married at 19 to a really nice
girl.  Some people might say I fucked up by denying I was gay for so long;
after all, I can't now get back those years between 18 and 30 when I should
have been enjoying my body, and letting other young men enjoy it with me.
But I say that even though the amount of mansex I got was practically
nothing until I was 32, I have instead something far more precious from
those years than a host of sexy memories.  The marriage was OK for a while
and we had two great sons early on.  They are 17 and 16 now and absolutely
my whole reason for living.  I am divorced from their mother now but the
boys live with me in the UK for most of the year; my ex-wife took a job in
America after our divorce and we wanted to keep the boys at school in
England.  My sons (Tom and Ben) seem to have accepted that their dad is gay
really well.  I'm sure they don't talk about it to their mates but the last
two boyfriends I have had have both said I am lucky to have such lads make
their dad's partners feel welcome.  Now the boys are a bit older and
sexually aware themselves they are often making cool comments to me about
the need to keep myself looking nice and presentable if I am going to find
a man to spend the rest of my life with, especially Ben the younger one,
who only last week told me that I had to get down the gym to keep my chest
tight if I was still 'on the market'!  Last month at breakfast one weekend
the boys got up surprisingly early and I was mortified to find that the guy
I'd brought home for sex the night before had not managed to get out of the
house in time.  Tom asked me if this guy was staying for breakfast as he
was cooking up some bacon, and I couldn't even remember his name.  Tom knew
immediately that I was embarrassed and laughed, really nicely.  'Don't
worry dad', he said, 'I'll ask him myself'.  The guy was in the shower
cleaning up after an amazingly hot early morning fuck and Tom banged on the
bathroom door to see if this guy wanted some bacon.  About ten minutes
later he appeared in the kitchen, wet hair, looking hotter than he had when
I had picked him up.  He was about 28 or 29, I suppose, and was well sexy
(and had a big cock).  The way the boys accepted this guy at their
breakfast table made me want to cry, they're both so adult and mature and
understanding, much more so than I would have been in the same
circumstances at that age, to be sure.  I am really pleased that the boys
are so both good-looking, Ben in particular is obviously going to be
extremely handsome and Tom's body is becoming awesomely sexy, but I have
never been attracted to them myself, thank god.  But what pleases me even
more is that Tom and Ben are such totally good mates, and have a genuine
love for each other that a lot of brothers seem to lose in their teenage
years (I know I lost it with my brothers at that age, although we are much
closer now since I came out).  Anyway, enough crappy background and on with
the story.

Tom and Ben have a bedroom each at the end of the first floor with a
bathroom in between that they use as their own.  My bedroom is at the other
end of the floor, and between them is a guest bedroom with its own
bathroom, (where their mother often stays) and my bathroom.  I let them
alone nearly all the time when they are upstairs and I don't insist on them
tidying up and keeping their rooms and bathroom clean, just so they can
live how they want.  A saintly woman comes in once a week to clean up and
she says they're no more untidy or messy than other boys their age, and
curiously, a lot better than some teenage girls she cleans for, and I feel
it's important that they feel that their end of the floor is theirs alone,
so they've got their own space.  After all, with my private life, I would
hardly want them poking around my room, so I almost never go into theirs.
Perhaps I am a soft parent, but I let them drink within reason in their
rooms and have given them a fridge so they can have beers up there (and not
drink mine!) and I don't mind if they smoke either.  Both the lads have
been through a smoking phase and I didn't stamp on it because I thought it
would die out naturally, and I think it certainly has with Tom, but Ben
still has cigarettes around so I guess he is still smoking a bit.  But I do
go into their rooms every now and again when they are out just to make sure
I can see no evidence of drugs.  I can't be hypocritical enough to ban them
from smoking dope, not considering how much I have got through over the
years, but I just like to keep a check on that so that if there is a
problem I am prepared for it.

On one such occasion recently the boys were out playing football and I went
into their end of the house to check there was no sign of drugs.  I hate
poking through their stuff and so I often just glance round the rooms, but
this time I opened a drawer in Ben's room.  I was astonished to find a
small bottle of poppers in there.  Worse still I guessed that these poppers
had come from my jacket pocket after a night out at a club some days
before.  I thought I'd dropped or lost them.  For some reason I decided to
take a swift sniff of them and was immediately flooded with the familiar
intense horniness, and felt a very stiff erection forming in my shorts.
There was nothing else significant in the drawer, and I went through their
bathroom and into Tom's room.  Tom has a video and TV in the corner with a
small sofa in front of it and I idly flicked through the videos next to the
TV.  They were mainly big blockbuster film type things but one caught my
eye, hidden at the back of the rack, it was just a black tape with a single
white sticker on the spine, and hand-written on it were the words, you'll
love this one!  The writing was not either Tom's or Ben's, and I slipped it
out of its case and slotted it into the video machine, and within seconds I
was watching some of the hardest core porn I have ever seen.  An orgy
scene, straight, but with a three couples all intermingling.  One of the
guys was fucking this tight little pussy with a monstrous cock and she was
sucking on another very large cock while two other women were sucking on a
third oversized dick.  The men were all very handsome which I've always
found to be not the case in straight porn and the women, well, the women
didn't concern me!

I flopped into the sofa, and without thinking about it, freed my cock and
took another large draw on the poppers.  I shucked my shorts down to my
ankles and started a good sexy wank as I was watching these large cocks in
action on the screen, the poppers making me feel even hornier than ever.
My bare ass was against the sofa and I suddenly thought that Tom probably
sat in this very place and jacked his own cock, looking at the same
pictures.  The thought that I was doing exactly the same as my eldest son
might have done last night made me even hotter.  Looking around the room
again, my fist flying, I saw a bin next to the sofa.  The bin was half full
of used tissues, and a box of Kleenex lay on the floor next to the bin.
Shit!  I was in my son's wanking chair, having a wank, watching his porn!
I just couldn't help it.  I lifted up the bin and peered inside.  I lifted
up a particularly tightly scrunched Kleenex and opened it out, and the
smell of jizz nearly overpowered me.  It was dried and crusty, but I raised
it to my nose and inhaled like I had done on the poppers.  The effect was
to bring my orgasm nearly to climax.  My son's spunk!  Jesus, hot or what?
I had never made a big deal out of masturbation with them.  When each of
them reached their thirteenth birthday I simply had a chat with them which
said that if they wanted to wank, they could do it as often as they wanted,
and they were not feel guilty about it.  It is natural and essential to
being a man.  Both of them took this well and with very limited
embarrassment, but I had never thought about it since.  I suppose I guessed
they wanked, but I had never had an image of them doing it before.  And
now, I could see that Tom had used nineteen tissues since the room was last
cleaned four days previously.  Even at two tissues per wank, that was
impressive going.  I suddenly had a thought and ran the video back to where
I had turned it on.  If Tom was anything like me, he'd have shot his load
then turned the vid off, and I was interested to see what had happened just
before I had been watching so I could see what had triggered Tom's orgasm,
and I decided I was going to cum at that point too so I could feel even
more of this strong connection with him I was feeling then.  I was amazed.
The previous scene was evidently the climax of another mixed group session,
and another very tasty young man with, frankly, a ridiculously large cock,
was spurting a massive messy load of jizz all over a pair of faceless
silicone breasts.  I took a huge draw on the poppers, and another deep
sniff of my son's spunk in the tissue, ran the scene again, tugged on my
balls and splashed my own big load of cum up my stomach.  Hot!  Letting
myself come down off this high, I stopped the vid at the point where I had
come in, and flicked the video machine off.  Oh man.  What a wank!  I took
a couple of Tom's Kleenex and mopped up my mess and then buried them at the
bottom of the bin.  I dressed again, this time looking at the stream of
worn clothes all over Tom's floor.  A pair of smart boxerbriefs caught my
eye, and I picked them up.  They too were absolutely sodden with dried
spunk.  Jesus, he must be doing it all the time.  Still, I felt sort of
proud, because I remember at 17 I once wanked eight times in 24 hours, and
it was good to feel that Tom was having as good a time as I did.  I wasn't
sure what to do with the poppers, but in the end I put them back in Ben's
drawer.  Let him enjoy them, I thought.

I didn't think any more about it for about exactly a week.  And then, when
they were both out playing football again, I went back to Ben's room,
picked the poppers out of his drawer, (he'd obviously been having a good go
on them as there was noticeably less than when I had left it the previous
week) then went through to Tom's room and flicked through the vids for the
one I wanted.  As I did this I felt a stab of deep horror in my chest.  I
hadn't replaced the vid after last week!  I had left it in the machine!  Oh
my god!  My finger landed on the tape, neatly back in its box, just as I
thought this.  I pulled the tape out again and a piece of paper fluttered
to the floor, and before I read it I knew without doubt that it was a note
from Tom.  I couldn't bear to look at it, as it confirmed the horrible
realisation that Tom must now know that I crept into his room and watched
some of his porn.  But even so, I had to read it of course.  It was short
and sweet.

Hey dad, if you liked this one then you might also like the one labelled
'4', it's Ben's fave at the moment.  Love, Tom

Oh my son.  What a lad.  I felt like I had his blessing.  I looked around
and found the one marked '4' and slipped it into the machine, dropping my
shorts and flopping onto the sofa again.  It was set up to go at an amazing
scene where two girls were worshipping a beautiful guy, each tonguing a
hefty bollock, and his (again, massive) cock throbbed and bounced on its
own until after about ten minutes there was a violent and enormous no-hands
cumshot that went all over his body and their faces.  The two girls kissed,
stringing the jizz between their lips.  The guy looked amazingly pleased
with himself and lit a cigarette.  Smug bastard, I thought, knowing that I
too would feel pleased with myself if I was 24 years old with a ten inch
cock and could spray a load of six big spurts with no hands.  The look of
amazing sexiness about this guy triggered my own load, nearly as big as the
guy's on the film, and again I took some of Tom's Kleenex and soaked up the
cum.  Well, Tom knew I had come in here for a wank.  And Ben knew too very
likely.  As I pulled up my shorts I grabbed a pencil and scrawled on the
bottom of Tom's note, 'tell Ben he's got good judgement, thanks, love dad,
and replaced it in the case.

Not one of us said anything about the note, or the fact that I had answered
it.  Life with Tom and Ben was the same as it had always been, but the
following week when they went out to football I was up in the room as soon
as they were out of the house.  The poppers bottle was empty and in Tom's
bin along with a mountain of spunked up Kleenex.  A small piece of paper
was propped against the TV, another note to me from Tom.

Hey dad, Johnny lent us a new one this weekend, we think it's pretty hot.
See what you think - just press play.  Love, Tom.

I read it again.  WE think it's hot.  They obviously sat on the sofa
together and wanked next to each other.  As I looked around the room I
noticed that a good number of the clothes that were strewn everywhere
belonged to Ben.  Including, I couldn't help seeing, a pair of Ben's boxers
which were actually on the sofa.  I wondered for the first time exactly how
close my sons might be.  They wanked and spunked on the same sofa, and
shared vids and poppers and Kleenex.  I was suddenly incredibly happy for
them to have the kind of relationship that allowed this.  All brothers
should be that close, I thought.  If a boy can't act completely without
inhibition with his brother, then he can't do it with anyone.  If only I
had been closer to my brothers when I was younger.  But, how far did this
go with Tom and Ben?  Did I mind if they were having sex?  Would I have to
step in as a parent?  Could I be that hypocritical to bring them up in a
gay-friendly house and not allow them to experiment with each other?  Was I
jealous that my two gorgeous teenage sons might be having the kind of sex
that I should have been having at their age?

I pushed play on the video machine.  It was even hotter stuff than before.
Tom had set it up to start at the beginning of a scene where two beautiful
(and of course, hung) men were doing a scrawny little bitch.  One of the
guys was slowly and sensuously pumping his granite-hard rod into her pussy
doggy style, holding her hips carefully and sexily gyrating his whole body
with each long, long slow cock thrust, and the other was feeding her his
own cock in equally slow sexy style as he held her head hard over his meat
with one hand, and used the other to massage his balls.  'Oh yeah!' I
moaned, and let my shorts fall to the floor as I flopped down in Tom's
wanking sofa, gripping my own erection.  The two guys continued to do this
girl, not at all concerned with her own enjoyment, but only their own.
Neither of them showed any interest in her at all, but kept glancing at
each other in a superior, this-bitch-means-nothing kind of way, as they
each used an orifice of hers to pleasure their own large cock and bring
about their own orgasm.  'Hey, just do without the bitch!' I said at the
screen, 'the enjoyment would be twice as much if you were doing each
other!'

I wanked for a couple of long, sexy minutes, stretching my shaft, licking
my fingers and playing with my foreskin and ringpiece, legs spread wide,
totally naked on Tom's sofa.  Then the trio on screen adjusted their
position and the two guys knelt facing each other, looks of obvious lust
etched on both faces.  They knelt so close with their legs so widely spread
that their cocks were practically touching, and I was just expecting them
to get into a heavy snog and cock-grinding session when the bitch
reappeared and positioned herself between them.  She lowered her body until
her pussy was just above their cockheads and then reached her hand down and
mashed both cocks together, so that they were touching all along their
lengths, from bollocks to bell-end.  The two guys were almost exactly
matched in the cock department.  One might have had a quarter inch over the
other, but as they were both about nine inches anyway it hardly mattered.
I thought she was going to take one up her pussy and the other up her ass,
but in fact she kept those cocks both together and, without much
difficulty, both of them slipped up her pussy.  The men purred their
enjoyment of this.  When they were both fully engulfed, the camera angle
altered to show the action from underneath, and there was the odd sight of
a stretched pussy, far too many legs and a scrotum containing four big
plums bouncing around as the double fuck got underway.  The bitch was
making a lot of noise and getting pretty worked up and at one particular
gasp and moan she altered the position of her body slightly so she was
looking over one the men's shoulders, no longer exactly between them.  The
two men were able to look at each other for the first time since their
cocks had been melded and inserted, and written across both their places
was the intense pleasure of having your cock in full contact with another
cock, and both cocks enclosed in a warm, wet, incredibly tight space.  The
look between these men spoke volumes: the woman was only a way of effecting
their own enjoyment.  If these two guys spent anytime on a desert island
alone, they would realise within five minutes that they didn't need her or
any other woman to reach sexual ecstasy.  'Oh yeah guys', I moaned, fisting
my cock hard and slow.  Shame there were no poppers left.  I was just about
to reach into the bin to fish out one of Tom's spunk-filled Kleenex to use
as a substitute for the poppers, when I saw Ben's boxers again, on the sofa
next to me.  I picked them up and turned them inside out.  I had bought
these for him the month before as he had complained that all his underwear
was boring and not trendy enough to be seen out.  I laughed at the thought
of him worried about what the guys in the football team thought because his
underwear wasn't designer, and then went out and bought him a load anyway,
because I really can't deny him anything: half a dozen pairs of tight CK
boxerbriefs, so small that they must cling to his body in a totally
indecent way.  The ass and gusset of this sexy piece of underwear were
totally clean, as I would expect from anyone who showers as often as my
boys do.  But over the front centre and left panels was the remains of a
monstrous load of jizz.  In fact, it wasn't fully crusty yet.  Oh man,
fresh boy spunk.  The product of the bollocks of my youngest and most
adorable son.  After only the briefest moment of guilty hesitation, I
lifted the boxers to my face and inhaled deeply.  The effect soared through
my veins like a drug high.  My cock got even harder, my body tensed
further, my head spinning, the images on the screen forgotten. I went
further, I licked the spunk off the fabric and took it into my own body,
the taste delicious, the experience amazing, rubbing the boxers all over my
face, oh god Ben, this was better than poppers.  I rubbed Ben's moist
shorts over my chest and cock and bollocks then clutched them tightly in my
hand as I focussed hard on the screen again.  Fuck, those men were so
hot...

'Hey dad', said Tom nonchalantly as he and Ben came into the room, 'told
you it was pretty hot!'

'Fuck! Oh my GOD...TOM, er, er, and shit, Ben...', I stammered as I jumped
off the sofa to face them, hiding my erection with Ben's little boxers.  'I
wasn't...I didn't mean to...'

'Dad, don't be stupid.  We wanted you to watch the film', said Tom, very
calmly, and with an air of wonderful easy control.  'And you can't watch a
film like that without having a wank, so just be cool.  It's fine.  We're
both glad you like it, it kind of makes it cool for us to watch that stuff
if you like it too'.

'Er, but, here?  In your room?  Me, naked?  It's not good Tom, feels all
wrong, I'll just go, and we can talk about this later...'

'But Dad we chose that bit specially for you', said Ben, 'don't you like
it?  We thought you'd like those two guys'.

'Yeah, Ben, look I really appreciate it, they were great those guys, and
I'm sort of moved by this whole let's-be-close-to-dad thing, but the fact
is that I'm standing here in your brother's room naked with only a pair of
your tiny shorts, Ben, hiding a large erection.  So I'm just gonna gather
up my stuff and clear off and I'll see you downstairs later'.

'Don't go dad', said Tom, quietly.  'We came back from footie early on
purpose.  We wanted to say something to you'.

'What, Tom?' I asked equally quietly.  'What is it?  What's the matter?'

'There's nothing the matter Dad' said Ben.  'It just that we wanted to say,
thankyou'.

'For what?'

'For, for, this is gonna sound soppy, but, for being our dad', said Tom.
'Everyday we are reminded of how shit the other guys at school have it at
home.  And here, you let us smoke and drink and do pot - only joking dad! -
and watch porn and have our mates round to drink beer out of the fridge you
gave us, and you let us be messy and live how we want and shower at 3am,
and you let us grow up in a house where we can wank without embarrassment
or shame or secrecy.  And none of the guys at school have any of those
things.  And we are grateful, dad, we love you for it'.  His face was
sincere, so was Ben's.

'And we thought how could we show you that we love having a cool laid back
gay dad', said Ben.  'Because we reckon that a lot of the reason you are so
lenient with us is because you really want us to accept you as gay'.

I took a sharp intake of breath.  I had not hidden from my sons that I was
gay since their mother left.  But even so, such perception on the part of a
sixteen-year-old boy surprised me.  And he was right, that was why I was so
soft with them, but I hadn't realised it until Ben said it at that moment.

'And we accepted it ages ago, dad', Tom spoke again now.  'But there is one
tiny drawback in the way that we all live here, and that's that we don't
get to see you as often as we would like. So, and I admit, the plan seems a
bit shit now, but when I discovered that you'd had a look at that first
tape, we sort of had an idea'.

'What idea?' I asked, still uncomfortably trying to shield my erection and
ignore the images from the TV screen.

'Well', I could tell that despite himself, Tom was slightly embarrassed.
'You remember what it's like to be 16, 17 yeah?  Can't stop wanking.  All
the time, but it's great.  Love it.  And you were so cool about telling us
both that we weren't to be ashamed and to do it when we wanted and needed,
that pretty soon we were just doing it all the time.  And after a while we
started to do it together, coz like, you know, it's nicer, and we're
brothers, and it meant that anyway I didn't have to 'lend' my room to Ben
if he wanted to watch some porn, we could just watch it together.  Now, we
sit here and enjoy a vid together, not worrying about wanking in front of
each other, and in fact we wank together more on this sofa than we do on
our own in bed and the shower and such.  And, we are really grateful that
you've given us that.  None of the guys at school could possibly be as
close to their brothers as we are.  And, we sort of thought that, to say
thanks, and to show that we love you and accept you, we sort of thought
that...er, it sounds silly now...'

'We sort of thought that it would be cool if we all had a wank together,
all three of us', said Ben.  'After all, you said yourself there's no
shame.  It's natural.  It's part of being a man.  And for Tom and me, it's
part of being brothers too.  So, we thought the best way to show you that
we don't have a problem with you being gay would be to invite you into the
great life that you have let Tom and me have.  So we set up a bit of film
you would like and then came back when we knew you'd be into it'.

'And that's it really', said Tom, with a slight touch of sheepishness.

I was silent for a little while.  Then, 'Oh my boys', I whispered, 'you are
both such great lads.  I love you both more than you can ever know.  I want
to hug you both, but I'm naked and, well, still a bit hard to tell the
truth, so...'

But that didn't seem to matter.  Both Tom and Ben came over to me and
waited to be engulfed in my arms, they way I used to hug them both when
they were kids.  My unease disappeared, and I opened my arms to them, and
they buried their faces either side of my neck as I pulled them into me.
It was a truly important family bonding moment.  We were still for about
two minutes.  Then Tom broke away slightly and giggled,

'Hey dad, great cock.  Will we get that big?'

'Er, I dunno Tom', I said, slightly flustered.  'I didn't stop growing till
I was 19, so you might have a couple more years of increase yet'.

'He's just hoping for more!' laughed Ben.  'He's not small at all!'  Ben
had broken away from the hug too now, and was flipping through the videos.

'Nor are you, Ben', laughed Tom.  'Now we've seen why!'  I was still
standing naked in front of my sons with a semi-on.

'I reckon, it's gotta be that scene from the gym, don't you think, Tom?'
said Ben, holding up a video tape.

'Yeah, cool', said Tom.  And as Ben fed it into the machine, Tom began to
take his clothes off.  I realised at that moment, that this family wank was
still going to go ahead.  I still didn't know whether I should stay or go.
We had already bonded as a family.  I could not be closer to them, and
staying and having a wank with them was not going to achieve anything.
But, they really did seem to want it.  And, deep down, so did I...

Ben was fast-forwarding through a tape and undoing his trackies.  He
stepped out of his trainers and trackies at the same time and slipped his t
shirt over his head before he had found the scene on the vid he wanted.  It
was amazingly sexy.  My cute 16 year old son stripping off his kit to have
a wank with his dad.  Oh god.  I began to stiffen again, and looked at Tom.
He was also lifting off his sweatshirt and was now in front of me wearing
only his white sox and a jockstrap.  I recognised it as one of mine.
'Hey!'  I said, 'isn't that...?'

'Yeah, sorry', smiled Tom.  'But recently I've really needed one, and I
didn't know the first thing about what type or size to buy, so I just
thought I'd borrow one of yours, thinking that, you know, coz we're family,
it would probably be the right one for me too'.

The parent in me surfaced at last.  'Take it off, Tom.  We'll get you a
couple of your own tomorrow.  It's really important that they fit.  Ben,
you can have one too if you want', and I turned to look at Ben, who was
just slipping his boxers off.  Ben was laughing.

'Are you aware that you just told Tom to take off that jock, when it's all
he's wearing?  Sorry, it was funny.  I tell Tom to take off that jock all
the time, but that's because I want him to get his cock out, not because
I'm worried about the fit!'

Both Ben and Tom laughed.  And then, standing on either side of me were my
naked sons.  Both with tight, taut bodies, both had large nipples like
mine, neither yet had the light fuzz on the chest that I have, but both had
hairy thighs.  Tom's body looked defined, Ben's losing its boyishness too,
although they both had tiny, tight, flawless white bums.  It was like
looking at younger versions of myself.  Their balls both hung low like
mine, Tom's lower than Ben's, although Ben had shaved his ballsac; and
their cocks rose thick and hard from their lush pubic bushes, both
uncircumcised of course (I would never have deprived them of that), Ben
about 7 inches, Tom closer to 8; and both boys looked at my own solid
erection.  8 and a half, thicker than either of my sons, and hairier.  Ben
gulped.  Tom looked proud.  This was the cock that had sired them.  Sure,
now I got my kicks from using this big cock to possess the tight assholes
of fit young men.  But there was no escaping that these were the bollocks
from which my sons' lives had sprung.  It was a moving, intense moment.

Tom and Ben moved over to the sofa and sat side-by-side in the manner that
they obviously did very regularly.  Then Tom moved slightly and beckoned me
to sit between them.  It was only a small sofa and it was a very tight fit.
There was just room for our crotches and bums to squash in, and I
experienced amazing naked body-contact with both my sons from hips to ankle
as we all jockeyed for enough space to spread our legs and gain access to
our shafts and bollocks.  But there was definitely not enough room for all
our shoulders, so I lifted my arms up and then placed them both along the
back of the sofa, arms round my sons, cock throbbing no-hands in my
lap. There was no conversation as we sat there.  The boys seemed almost
oblivious to my being there, they were glued to the screen, a mass orgy of
cock and pussy and tit set in a fitness centre with dodgy dialogue in
dutch.  They both spat on their cockheads to loosen their foreskins, then
slicked them back and fiddled with their balls.  When a really vicious hot
fuck was on the screen, Ben gripped his very hard dick and, upping his
tempo, was moaning and panting as he watched the film.  I lent over and
kissed him on his scalp. I looked at Tom, he had a slower and surer
technique than Ben, his right fist giving him full-length slow strokes, his
left constantly adding spit to his cockhead or playing with his bollocks.
Jesus.  I had fucked lads not much older than Tom.  And very few of them
had ever been as sexy as this young man, who I sat with my arm around while
he was having a wank, and who happened to be my son.

I was happy just to sit there, cock painfully erect but unattended to,
cradling my beautiful masturbating sons.  They were both lost in their own
lust worlds, gawping at porn, stroking their cocks, like teenage boys have
done for ever.  But then Ben said, 'Dad, aren't you gonna...?' and I said
there wasn't much room and I could always do myself later.  But then Ben's
right hand left his own cock and moved the few inches until it was covering
mine, and he gripped hard.

'Wow' he said, 'you feel even thicker than Tom'.

He started to jack me and after a few strokes I swung my arm over and used
my hand to cover his, showing him the speed and length and angle of the
stroke that I found got my cock the hottest.  He got the knack immediately.
I wouldn't, I couldn't touch either of them.  But, if they wanted to touch
me, that was cool.  It was their decision then.  Ben looked up at me for
approval, his face smiling, hoping he was getting it right.  I could have
kissed him.  A cute lad staring up at his dad hoping he's learned how to
jack his dad's big schlong properly.  It was almost too much to bear, and
after no more than a minute, I lifted Ben's hand off my cock and moved it
back towards his own.  Both Tom and Ben were getting close.  Tom in
particular was lost in lust.  He'd slipped forward in the sofa and was more
horizontal than either me or Ben.  His hand worked in perfect harmony with
his body.  The screen was all he was interested in.  There was a crappily
over-made-up slag with saggy tits taking another monster cock up her pussy.
Tom was looking at the screen through half closed eyes, his breathing fast
but steady, his left hand now tweaking a nipple.  Ben also, concentration
back on the screen, working his cock very fast.  He was surely going to
shoot any time.

'Come on dad', murmured Tom, 'you don't get out of this now'.

I was nervous about actually cumming in front of them.  It was just plain
wrong, wasn't it?  But, they were doing me the honour, and they obviously
weren't worried.  But I was not sure I could shoot as quickly as they
looked like cumming, yet, equally, I didn't want still to be sitting there
wanking long after they had both shot their loads.  So I swung my right
from around Ben over again and gripped my own cock.  Actually, I was hot.
It wasn't going to take long to cum.  And then on the screen I noticed a
second pair, this time a guy was giving it hard to a girl doggy style, and
the overhead shot told no lies, this big baby was going up her ass hole,
not her pussy.  The girl was young, flatchested and boyish.  It was enough
for me.  Here was a wellhung goodlooking guy in his thirties who looked
like he was giving a young man the first ass fuck of his life, and it was
so close to real life for me, so exactly what I actually like to do for
sex, that I felt the orgasm begin to rise almost immediately.

Both Tom and Ben were now much more vocal than they had been.  Ben was
going at top speed, his fist flying, his mouth panting out 'oh fuck, oh
fuck, oh fuck' as he rocketed towards his climax and Tom was just emitting
a deep low, earthy, sexy growl as the heat built in his body.

'Together?' Tom managed to stutter out

'Yeah', whispered Ben.

'Yeah', I found myself adding.

Moments later Tom and Ben were cumming.  Gasping, panting, moaning,
groaning obscenities, their fab cocks brought forth big loads one after the
other.  Ben first. His spunk splashed up his stomach in a shower of drops,
frantically discharged from the cock that he was still thrashing at a
hundred miles an hour, his legs trembling, a long cry of ecstasy
accompanying the whole scene.  Then Tom, whose orgasm seemed more powerful,
more bone-wracking.  His body quivered from head to toe, he gave a low,
primal, animal grunt and released his cock and moved his hand to his
ballsac, which he gripped hard as his free-hand cock splattered four long
ropes of jizz up his chest, a new grunt for each one.  What an image.  Two
beautiful young men each producing their loads for me.  And on the screen,
a stud fucking what looked like a young man.  That was it.  Another glance
at Tom's chest and I yelled aloud and produced my own load.  A large, thick
messy load, sent spewing from my inflamed cock up my chest and stomach and
over my arm and thigh, and some on Tom and Ben too, all triggered by the
most monumental sense of sexual fulfilment that I had ever had from
masturbation.  I was cumming with my sons!

'Fucking hell, dad' said Tom, handing me the Kleenex.

We got through a lot of Kleenex after that.


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