Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2005 11:53:46 EST
From: Linksysdon@aol.com
Subject: PETER, ARTIE, AND DAD (GAY MALE, M,m,m,ped)

My twelve year-old son, Peter, and I were living alone after my wife had
deserted me for another man and relinquished her parental rights. Peter and
I were getting along fine, but I dearly missed the regular sex I had
enjoyed with my wife until she shocked me by saying that she didn't really
love me and had only stayed with me long enough for Peter to be old enough
not to need her motherly care.

I found it necessary to console myself with manual stimulation, just as I
had when I was a teenager. I didn't feel ready to "date" yet, and this was
the only way I thought I could relieve the frequent pressure I felt in my
groin.

I had never realized that I was gay, or at least bisexual, until I became
aware that my son had seen me masturbating one night when I thought he was
asleep.  It happened this way. . .

I had been noticing a young teenaged girl at the grocery store, and began
to masturbate to a fantasy of seeing her naked and being able to lick her
young pussy and having her suck my cock. It made these sessions by myself
seem more real.

I was lying naked on my bed, my legs sprawled open and my cock hard and
shiny, while my hand worked its manipulative magic to bring me off with
visions of cunny dancing in my head.

Just as I was about to shoot off, I became aware of another presence in my
room. It was too late to stop, and with my eyes closed in pleasure I shot
my wad, splashing my cum all over my stomach and chest, and even up to my
chin.

Eyes closed or not, though, I wouldn't have had time to pull myself
together enough to hide what I was doing from Peter. Apparently he had been
standing in my doorway watching me for some time. When I got over my orgasm
and opened up my eyes, I saw him there, wide- eyed and opened-mouthed.

"What are you doing dad?"

"Well, dad is doing something that people do to make themselves feel
good. Do you ever put your hand on your penis sometimes? Maybe you don't
know why you find it there, but there it is, and you are just kind of
playing with yourself?"

"Ah, maybe I do," he said, "and what about it?"

"That's the beginning of what I was just doing. Touching myself to feel
better, and maybe I don't know how my hand got there either."

"Didn't look to me like you didn't know how your hand got there, Dad," he
said, wisely catching me at my game.

I don't believe that I was fully cognizant of my thinking process, but
perhaps I was awakening to some kind of sexual potential with my son. We
didn't do anything that night that would be considered to be
inappropriate. I even pulled up my pajama bottoms while I was talking to
him, and I certainly didn't do anything to suggest that I wanted to have
him join me in my sexual activity.

It was after that incident, though, that I began to think about my son,
and, in fact, other young boys differently. I think it was after that, that
I began to notice other male children in the ten to thirteen age range
differently than I had before. I found myself, in fact, drifting away from
the fantasy about the grocery store girl to thinking about young boys when
I would masturbate.

One night, a few days after being caught in the act by my twelve year-old
son, I happened to pass by his room when he was entertaining his young
friend, Artie, on an overnight visit. Artie was ten, almost eleven, and
less developed than Peter, but they were physically similar, both lean and
well muscled for boys their age.

What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Peter had lowered his pajama bottoms
and was pounding his boyish cock with his right hand, masturbating pretty
much the way I did.

"Oh, I do that all the time, and so does my dad," said his friend
Artie. "Only let me show you what we do." Artie proceeded to pull down his
own pajama bottoms, sit back, and start to jack himself off. Then he took
his other hand, and grabbed hold of Peter's penis. Peter stepped closer and
reached out to replace Artie's hand on Artie's penis, so that they were
masturbating each other.

This mutual masturbation by two handsome young boys quickly occupied my
entire attention. I was soon pushing my own pajama bottoms down and letting
them puddle at my feet.

By this time I was leaning against the wall to keep from losing my balance
and falling over while I was also pumping away on my hard, throbbing cock.

I came, and while I was trying not to make too much noise at it, I think I
heard one, or possibly both, of the boys let out a little boy whinny, so
maybe they did too.

I yanked up my pajamas and went back to my own bedroom so that I wouldn't
get caught watching them. After a little while I heard them back at their
normal conversation, playing their video games. As I tried to go to sleep,
visions of all kinds of possibilities with my son, and maybe his friend
Artie, were spinning in my head.

I think what happened next had a lot to do with what Artie decided to tell
his father, or not tell him, about that night. I didn't have to wait long
to hear from Artie's father, Larry. The very next evening, as I was getting
ready for bed, he called. "Hey Bill. Thanks so much for letting Artie stay
over last night."

"Hi Larry. I was glad to have him stay over. Peter loves having company,
someone about his own age to play with. Artie can stay over any time he
wants to, or whenever Peter invites him."

"Oh, I was hoping it would be all right with you. Thank you so much.
Sometimes I need a little time to myself, and having that young boy around
kind of cramps my style, if you know what I mean. Speaking of occupying one
another, Artie told me that he and Peter were doing a little sexual
experimenting together. Did you hear or see them do that? I think it's
great that they have become sexually aware just as they approach puberty."

"I did hear them talking about something like that, but by the time I got a
chance to peek in on them they had stopped whatever they were doing," I
lied. "Peter has caught me playing with myself too, but we haven't done it
together. I'm not sure though that it would be a problem for me if we did
do it together. What do you think?"

"Hmm, well Artie and I actually HAVE done it together, at least once, and I
found it kind of sexy, but I told him it was just a lesson, and that we
wouldn't make a habit of it. Actually I'm more into the girl at the market
who takes out my groceries."

"Hey, she's my fantasy," I said, quite emphatically so as not to betray the
fact that I had just switched sexual preferences from preteen girls to
boys.

"Oh, no. She's mine. There isn't any sexual behavior that Kinsey wrote
about that I haven't imagined doing with her. I've imagined her straddling
my face pushing her hairless pussy onto my mouth and going down on me,
sucking me off until I have about a hundred orgasms. Don't you dare tell me
you're going after her."

"No, don't worry Larry, really. I wouldn't actually do anything except
fantasize bout her and get myself off with my trusty hand. She's too young,
and could really get me in trouble."

"Well, you are a saint, Peter, but I love the way that grocery girl wiggles
her little bottom, and I just might go after her some day. Let me know if
you decide to play with the boys, though I imagine Artie would tell me
first. I might want to join you. Say, have you ever done it with another
guy? You sound like a fellow I could enjoy getting to know."

"Well, this is all pretty new to me, Larry. I'm not ready to go that route
just yet."

"Ok, well, if you change your mind just let me know. Talk to you
tomorrow. I'll call you when I get home from work, and maybe visit some
more about our mutual fantasies."

"Okay, Larry. Good Night."

So that very enlightening conversation I had with Larry made me feel as
though I had permission to continue my fascination with the boys who would
be officially in my charge on one or more evenings each week.

I wasn't sure how to initiate the next step to get more sexually involved
with Peter or with Artie. I didn't want to come right out and do something
too blatant. I had to have this unfold somewhat naturally so that Larry
wouldn't think I was too much of a predator.

The next thing that happened, happened because the boys made it happen.

"Dad, can you show Artie and me how you touch yourself so that you make
yourself feel good? He says that I don't do it right because I do it
differently than he and his dad do it," Peter said to me one evening
several days after my conversation with Larry.

Ok, I thought, this my opportunity, but I'm going to have to act quickly
and correctly or I will lose my chance entirely.

"Hmm," I said, "maybe there isn't one right way or wrong way to do
that. Can you show me what you are trying to do?" I said calmly trying not
to show too much excitement. Kids are so in tuned to adult's phoniness, I
was afraid that I would blow this chance if I made the wrong move.

Peter took my hand and led me into the family room. Artie had his jeans and
his jockeys off and was sitting on the floor pounding on his pud. I was
surprised to see Peter pull his jeans down and that he didn't have his
under shorts on either. They were lying next to Artie's as it turned out.

Both boys began to masturbate themselves. It was an amazing sight. Even
better close up than it was when I was sneaking a peek from the door of
Peter's bedroom. They were very enthusiastic about what they were doing. I
wanted to pull down my pants and join them but I couldn't think fast enough
what to do next. Thankfully, my son came to the rescue.

"Dad, can you take off your jeans and show us how you do it?"

"Well, I guess so. I mean this isn't exactly...I swallowed hard, Oh sure,
just a sec," I said as I went for my zipper and pulled open my jeans,
pushing them and my shorts down to my knees and then off of my legs
entirely.

"Here is what I do," I demonstrated my masturbatory technique for them. I
was awfully preoccupied, trying to take care of my sudden overwhelming
arousal from being with these two young boys, naked from the waist down,
who were playing with themselves.

And even more arousing than that was that I was exposing myself to them,
and I think that they were more than a little fascinated by seeing me.

"Here Dad," said my son Peter as he reached over and took my throbbing cock
into his small fist, "I think this is the best way to do it. Does that feel
good?"

"Well, yes it does, son, but there are lots of ways that it can feel good."

Artie, not to be out done, reached over as well, and took hold of my
testicles, palming them and running his fingers town under to hold them up
against my cock.

"Oh!" is about all I could get out of my mouth when he came in contact with
my rose bud. I was already beside myself with arousal but Artie had just
gotten to the meat of the matter, so to speak.

"Doesn't that feel the best?" he said. "That's the way my dad and I do it."

"This is all about different ways of accomplishing the same thing," I
said. "No one way is any better than the other. In fact, you two have made
me feel really good, both of you. Maybe we should just try doing different
ways on each other and see which we like best. What if we go into my
bedroom and get comfortable and try a few things out?" I said, not quite
believing I was hearing those words come out of my mouth.

We went into the master bedroom and I threw off the rest of my clothes and
the boys followed suit. The three of us, deliciously naked, climbed onto
the king sized bed and both of the boys gravitated to cuddling with me, one
in each arm, and rubbing my chest and stomach.

I just lay back and let the two of them have at my bare body. They had
aroused even my nipples to an erection similar to the one my cock was
having. I knew that when I finally was able to come, it was going to be a
super one.

It was my son, again, who took the initiative when it came to what we did
next.

"Artie and I can rub you, Dad, and you can see which you like best," he
said. "Then we can rub each other and you, Dad, can rub us too, ok?"

"Oh what a good idea, son," I said. "Where did you get all these good
ideas?"

Both boys scrunched down a bit and put a hand on my cock. Artie put his
hand around the head of my cock, stroking the piss slit with his
thumb. Peter started probing from underneath my balls with his small hand,
and with a couple of fingers was alternating between my anus and the
underside of my balls. The two of them were not quite in the same rhythm so
it was a bit disconcerting, but I didn't want to stop the action.

"Which do you like better, Dad?"

"Oh, I like both of them very much. It's so hard to decide. Don't stop just
yet please."

It was just at that point that Artie began pumping his hand up and down the
length of my hardened sex pole.

"Where did you learn to do that Artie?" I panted.

"From my dad," he said.

I couldn't wait any longer for my orgasm to come naturally. Watching the
young boys working on my sex was the most exciting thing I had ever
experienced. I grasped Peter's hand with mine, increasing its speed and
focus and pushed myself into a shuddering climax, my hot cream gushing out
and spraying over the hands and arms of my son and his friend. I let out a
loud moan that startled the boys.

"Did we hurt you, Dad?"

"Oh, no, son. You two were wonderful. You made me feel fantastic. Being
with you boys is just the best."

They climbed back up and cuddled with me a bit, but soon they were off to
try things on their own at the end of the bed. I lay back spent, watching
them for a few minutes until I caught my breath. It wasn't long though
before I felt my arousal building for a second time, seeing them together.

Peter and Artie had taken turns playing with each other's genitals and
running their hands up and down their small cocks. Peter tried pumping
Artie like he had me but discovered that Artie was too small to get much
more than a couple of fingers around his young penis.

As Artie was examining to see what was where on Peter, he put his mouth on
the head of Peter's penis and began to lick it. This got Peter to giggling
and emitting little gasps of pleasure. That must have been quite a lesson
that Larry gave Artie that day, considering what he knew how to do.

Since I wasn't sure what would become of all of this, whether this might be
the only time the magic would happen, I decided to take command and
actualize the fantasy that had popped into my head watching Artie go down
on Peter.

"Do you like licking cocks, Artie?"

"Oh yes, and to have mine licked too. It feels good."

"I know a way we can all lick and be licked at the same time," I said, my
heart skipping a beat thinking about it. "I'll lie on my side here facing
you two. You two lie facing inward to me. Artie, you keep giving Peter
licks. Peter you give me licks. I'll give Artie licks. We'll make a little
circle, got it?"

Got it they did, and they thought it was a great game. It was unbelievable
having my mouth on Artie's little bare cock and having my young son licking
my cock. There wasn't much technique in any of it, since it was more
cuddling than sex.

After a bit we switched around. I needed to come again though, and
suggested that we lie back and play with ourselves until we all got a good
feeling like I had had a few minutes ago.

Watching them jack themselves off and having them watch me jack myself off,
and thinking about the licking, made me so hot that I came again pretty
quickly, enjoying the pleasure the boys showed as they watched the cum
spurt out of my cock and spray over my stomach and chest.

It was getting time for Larry to be coming home from work so I suggested we
all get dressed. I thought I better be proactive in talking to Larry about
what had happened. If I had misunderstood what he had said on the phone
about me and the boys, then this might be a very difficult and final
conversation with him.

I wasn't worried that he would turn me in though. I just may have gone over
the edge. When he called to have me send Artie home, I asked him to come
over instead.

"Hi, is everything all right?" he asked me when I greeted him at the
door. "Your voice was cracking on the phone."

"Well, remember the lessons with the boys, and the boys exploring each
other conversation we had a little bit ago?"

"Oh, you lucky one. The three of you got into it. The grocery girl is
definitely mine now. Don't worry, I'm fine about it. I think this is a
safe, nurturing way for boys to learn about man sex. I had a similar
experience when I was young that I'll tell you about sometime. I think boys
should know what boys like best and it can be a haven all of our lives."

"Oh, whew! what a relief! Thanks for being so understanding, I replied."
Then we gave each other a big hug, knowing there would be future adventures
to look forward to in which all four of us would participate.

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