Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 13:31:52 +0000 From: Devon Campbell Subject: The Guy in Church **060 - The Guy in Church The Guy in Church (Part One) This is a true life experience about a man who meets up with another guy from church. It's as much his story, about him and his young son, as it is mine. When he found out I was writing about our experiences, putting them in story form, he asked if I would include his own experiences with his son. Of course I agreed as they are an integral part of the overall story. **Art telling of him and his son, is in BLUE. **The boy's parts are in GREEN I went to the early morning Mass alone. For some reason I walked past the side entrance, to enter at the front of the church, and took a seat in the back pew. I have no idea why the change in routine; just to do something different I suppose. I was a little late but I got there just as Mass was starting. The first three rows of pews in back are under the choir loft and the lighting is dim so that's where I sat so I wouldn't be noticed. I always sit in a little from the end of the pew. Mass had just begun, we were just standing for the opening prayers when another guy came into the pew, taking up the space right beside me. I inched aside, but not very far. Honestly, seeing who it was I didn't want to get very far away from him. I took a short step aside but to my surprise he inched into the pew a little more himself. It wasn't anything obvious, more like he was planting his feet, getting settled in. I didn't know him personally but I saw him every Sunday at the early Mass. He was usually with his wife and two kids, a boy and a girl, about eleven or twelve years old. This was the first time I could recall that we'd ever been in church together, by ourselves, and certainly the first time sitting side by side. I need to describe this guy. He's average looking but built like a tank. Not huge in stature, but massive in his body parts. I have admired him often. It's always hard to keep my eyes averted. He wears shorts like I do and it's always nice to be sitting where I can ogle his awesome butt when he kneels in the pew in front of me, and see his powerful legs. He's got powerful shoulders too, and impressive arms. Especially his forearms, with sinewy muscles that dance at the slightest move. When he sits his shorts pull up to expose more of tanned, hairy legs. His thighs are massive, his calves roundly muscled. And he's got a bubble butt that flexes when he walks and stands......it's always better when I am NOT right behind him when going up for Communion. BTW, his boy is blessed with a little butt to die for. He looks like his dad and he acts like his dad. I can't wait to see what he turns into in four or five years. Back to this particular morning. I mouthed the opening prayers while wondering at my good fortune of ending up in the very back pew with this guy, just the two of us, in the dim, intimate lighting under the choir loft. I quietly thanked St. Sergius and St. Baachus. When we sat down after opening prayers--I had not given up much room in the pew--our bare knees touched. We both drew away, but barely apart. It wasn't one of those panic moves like some guys who are afraid somebody is going to question their masculinity if they are seen too close to another man. Like guys I've often seen come into a movie theater together and take seats one seat apart from each other. Like the seat between them is their macho barrier, advertising and proving to everyone in the theater that they're not "together." WTF! It looks ridiculous, and to me, only casts doubts on their masculinity. I have a habit (a twitch you might call it) of resting my toe on the kneeling bench and bouncing my knee. I do it without realizing it. Till my knee touched his again. I eased away. He didn't, which caught my attention. There is a lot of standing, sitting and kneeling at Mass. When we stood again we both "planted" our feet and our sneakers touched. I barely twisted my toe in; he didn't move his foot at all, as if he hadn't noticed. When we knelt we both set our knees wide apart as guys often do and our knees touched again. I didn't bother to move this time. He didn't either. This happened two more times, our bare knees touching when we knelt or sat, and the toes of our sneakers touched another time. I had to wonder if the good Saints Sergius and Baachus were working their magic, and of all places, right there in church. But hey, they didn't get to be saints for nothing. When Mass ended we glanced at each other and smiled as we were leaving the pew. Outside we both stopped to greet the priest, him first, then me. He seemed to linger bit to the side, at the sidewalk leading back to the parking lot and although I wasn't trying to, I caught up with him in a few strides. He said in a pleasant but very masculine voice, "We seemed to have a little trouble making room for each other this morning." I just laughed and asked him where his family was. "My wife took the kids to visit their grandparents for a couple of days. I notice your wife is missing too." "She got an early start to go visit her mother," I said. "Well, then, we're both batching it. Do you have time for breakfast?" "Sure." He suggested a place and I said I would follow him. We were parked several spaces apart and when he was about to get in his car he turned and approached me again. "Why don't you just follow me to my place, I'll make breakfast." "That'd be fine." Not to make too much of it but maybe things were looking up. I followed him to his house. The garage door went up and as he was pulling in he motioned for me to pull in beside him. Which I did, and the door went down. In the kitchen, as he was turning on the coffee maker, I said, "I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I'm Pete" "Art," he said and put out his meaty hand. He laughed. "What the hell went on back there in church this morning?" "I don't know. It kinda threw me," I said. "Yeah, there was plenty of room in the pew," he said, smiling. "Yes. And now here I am, standing in your kitchen." "At my invitation," he said. When he turned around I looked right at him. "We both know what was going on a Mass, don't we? Otherwise, I wouldn't be here, standing in your kitchen." "Yes, so I guess we can stop dancing around the issue." As he said it he dropped one hand down to brush across his bulging crotch. I stopped dancing. I found myself saying, "I'd like to say, I've admired you in church many times." "And I you." "Really." "So maybe we picked up on each other's vibes. Maybe this morning was destined to happen," he said. The coffee was finishing up and he got two cups out of the cupboard. "Anything in it?" he asked. "No." I usually took cream but I didn't say so. I don't know why. We took our coffee and went into the living room. He motioned to the love seat and I sat down. I was surprised when he sat down right beside me instead of taking the big chair close by. The love seat was small for two guys our size and our bare knees touched immediately. "There we go again," I joked. "Yes, but we're not in church," he said, laying a hand on my leg that was bared out of the leg of my shorts. "No.....no, we're not." I set my coffee cup on the end table and turned toward him, placing my hands on both of his bare legs. I felt so confidently free to do it. His thighs were like rock, only hairy. He took the hint and got rid of his coffee cup, turned toward me and we were suddenly drawn into a kiss! Just like that, we were kissing! What the fuck was happening!? My head was spinning. All the times I'd ogled this guy in church, eyes focused on his butt or his legs.....and now I was having him. Well, I hoped it came to that. We parted, both of us a little breathless. "Are you still wondering what's happening, like I am?" I said. "No. I know what's happening. I am a little nervous, though, I feel like a teenage boy on his first date," he said. I smiled with an arched brow. "Are you new to this?" "Except for only a couple of casual, anonymous encounters," he said. Okay, I didn't have a virgin but I had a nervous teenager locked up in a man's body; that was almost as good. I tugged on his shirt. "Can we take this off?" He raised his arms for me to take his shirt off of him. His upper body didn't disappoint me. I am not particularly attracted to hairy guys but he had a growth of hair on his chest and down his stomach that was so perfectly arranged it looked like it had been carefully cultivated. "Nice," I said, rubbing my hand across his chest, the other one down his stomach. "Now you," he said, tugging at my shirt. I had on a sweat shirt over my T-shirt and he pulled them off together. My shoulders had no more settled back before he was running his hands on my chest and stomach. "Very nice," he said, squeezing my pecs. I told him how I felt about hairy men but added, "But you are definitely the exception," as I continued feeling his muscles. "I'm glad you approve." "Oh, I more than approve," I said then I leaned in to suck on his nipple. He groaned and put his hand around the back of my head as he was playing with my tits as well, and slouched down in the loveseat. We reached between each other's legs at the same time. He let out a little moan, "Ohh, Fuck!" when he felt my cock. I wasn't hard yet but I was fluffed up. I groaned myself when I felt his cock. He was hard and he felt like was hiding a club in there. I was so hot for him I was breathing hard. He was so damned sexy!! I made my way to the other side of his chest to give that nipple its due then began the journey down his stomach, making my way over the lumps of solid muscle stacked like bricks. He didn't have a narrow treasure trail. It was a wider growth downward, disappearing into his shorts. I didn't waste any time sliding off the loveseat to my knees between his spread legs. I kept kissing his lower abs as I undid his shorts. When I had his shorts open I switched and ran my hands up the legs of his shorts, feeling his awesome legs. His thighs took up a lot of room in the legs of his shorts so I couldn't get my hands all the way up to his crotch. "I'm going to have to attack from the other direction," I said as I went back to his open fly. I kissed further down his stomach, pulling his briefs down to expose him till I was in his pubes. Then I rose up and tugged on his shorts. He lifted his butt up so I could pull them off, along with his briefs. I was so excited seeing his cock spring free and smack against his stomach. His cock was as "muscular" as he was. That's the best way to describe it. He was thick and meaty, not gnarled, but with a beautiful network of bulging veins. The head was wide and bulbous, almost menacing, but a work of art. His entire cock was a work of art. "You're just like I've imagined," I told him as I leaned down and began kissing the underside of his throbbing cock. "Oh, really, you've imagined my cock?" "I've imagined everything about you. I am not disappointed," I said as I lapped up his precum. "I'm not either," he said, his hands roaming over my upper body. He let out a low, loud groan when I took his cock in my mouth. It was a mouthful. He pumped out more precum and I licked it up and swallowed the sweet nectar. He tasted really good; he obviously wasn't a smoker or drinker. He mouthed, "Ohh, Goddd!" as I started sucking him. That only encouraged me to do a good job. When he saw how eager I was he spread his legs out wide and I worked his entire crotch. I sucked his balls, I licked under them, right down to the crack of his ass, I nuzzled my mouth into each side of his crotch and he humped up to meet my mouth and tongue. "Does that feel good?" I murmured. "Godd, Pete! Those other guys never did anything like this!" I smiled and went back to work, concentrating on his cock now, as I ran my hands all over his upper body. Fuck, he felt good! It's easy for me to go into my submissive mode with a guy like him and I imagined him being a warrior and I was his slave. At one point I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and pressed his thighs in against my head. He took his cue and locked his massive thighs around my head and humped his cock in and out of my mouth. At that point I was ready to go for his ass but I couldn't break out of the leg lock. Suddenly, Art gasped, "Pete, I'm gonna cum! What do I do?" I couldn't reply but I did respond, by holding on tight to his thighs, I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of my head and I sucked him harder. He got the hint. "Oh Godd, Yeah!" he groaned as he fucked my mouth. The next instant he exploded in my mouth. It was, literally, like an explosion. The stuff burst out of the end of his cock and splattered against the back of my mouth, so hard that it caused me to swallow. I didn't want to swallow yet, and I managed to control the reflex as he filled my mouth with his warm, salty-sweet cum. I was sweating and had tears in my eyes from the sheer pleasure of it all. As he finished he let his butt back down on the couch and let his hand fall from my head. "Holy Shit!" he groaned. "I never had anything feel so good in my life!" I savored his cum for a moment then swallowed it down, then rose up from his crotch, still on my knees. "Well, good lord, Art, what did those other guys do for you?" I said, laughing. "Not squat compared to what you just did. Godd, man, you know how to suck cock! How do you do that; take it all the way in your throat?" "Well, first, you gotta want it," I said. "And I have had more than a couple of brief encounters." "Thank you," he gushed. "Hey, you don't ever have to thank anybody for sucking your cock. Trust me, it's a distinct privilege." "I love it that you even swallowed," he said. "The other guys didn't do that?" "No, they spit it out." "That's disgusting and disrespectful," I said. "Dude, you got hold of a couple of amateurs." He pulled me up from my knees to lie on top of him and jutted his loins against me. My cock was hard and he reached down for it. "My Godd, Pete!" he exclaimed as he explored my manhood. "I can take care of that for you if you want." "No, it can wait." He groped my cock. "Doesn't feel like it wants to wait." I rolled off and sat beside him. "It can wait till you're ready." "I am ready," he said, reaching over to feel the huge lump. "No, you're not. The way you said it....you can take care of it if I want you to.....like you'd be doing me a favor. Like I said, you gotta want it. We'll wait till you do." "You are very astute and understanding," he said. "You're new to this," I said. Then to get off the subject, I remarked what a handsome young son he had and how obviously the boy idolized his father. He felt good about that and said he idolized his son just as much. He said his son wanted so much to become a man and he did his best to mentor him to that end. He said they bonded early on and were very close. He taught the boy to be properly modest around his mother and sister but that he could be a man around him. He had asked his dad if he could sleep naked, like he knew his dad did. Art told him of course, but the boy was concerned that his mother wouldn't like it if she came into his room and saw him naked. His dad told him he would take care of that and he would see to it that his mother wouldn't come into his room anymore without knocking. Art then told me he was getting a divorce and he had brought me to his own place. It was a rather large house on the very edge of town, more out in the country than in town, with a nice fenced in back yard with a high privacy fence. He has three bedrooms so his son and daughter have their own rooms when they come to visit, so they don't live like packrats when they visit. It's simply their other bedroom. It was a friendly divorce, no issues as to visitation, no set days or times. They worked it out as a family where the boy visits his dad by himself, then the daughter visits by herself, then the two of them visit their father together. Conversely, it works out pretty much the same for their mother. The family even goes out to dinner together. Very civilized, with no trauma for the kids. The boy is twelve-and-a-half years old (his nearing fourteen); I thought them both younger). His name is Josh, and he figures greatly in this story. Their bonding included being in the bathroom together.....I told him how my son and I always shared the bathroom. He said they even showered together sometimes. One of those times his son showed an undeniable interest in his manhood and seemed uneasy with him. He asked him what was wrong and asked if there was something he wanted to talk about or if there were any questions he wanted to ask. The boy asked him when he would start getting hair like his dad. Art replied that he would probably start growing hair in his armpits and around his cock.....he used the word cock......any time. Then Josh asked if he would ever be as big as his dad. Same honesty......yes, very likely and probably even bigger, and that he would likely experience a growth spurt within the year. He kept eyeing his dad's manhood all the time they were talking. Not staring, but stealing long glances. Then he asked his dad if he could touch him. Art was taken aback but still responded in a positive way, without surprise, and told him of course if he wanted to feel him, that was all right. But he must never do that with anyone else. So he touched his dad's cock and then explored his balls then explored his cock some more. They both started getting hard, which embarrassed the boy and he let go of his dad's cock. Art told him it was all right, not to be embarrassed, that it was a natural reaction of their bodies, not something they willed to happen. He assured him that he had done nothing wrong. That put the boy at ease and he took hold of his dad's cock again. He squeezed it and pulled on it then quite boldly playing with it for a little bit. Then he asked his dad if he could stroke it, like he played with his own sometimes. Art balked at that but still not wanting to show rejection, he told him alright for a little bit, but cautioned him again that he could never tell anyone, and he shouldn't ever do it with anyone else. Art got totally hard and the boy was awestruck at his dad's size. He couldn't get his hand all the way around it. He stroked his cock a couple of times and asked his dad if it felt god. Oh, yesss! Art eyed his son's hard cock but refrained from touching him, all the while wondering what he would do if the boy told him he could, or asked him to. He thought that keeping it one-sided kept things within the realm of a boy satisfying his curiosity. Then the next jolt came. The boy asked him if he could do it all the way to the finish. He couldn't cum yet but he knew his dad could and he would like to see it. They'd had that conversation as Josh approached the age, so he would know what to expect. His dad was again reluctant, but helplessly, told him all right, he could this one time. Being long winded, like me, Art encouraged the boy to do it a little faster and encouraged him more by taking his other hand and pressing it against his balls and told him he should squeeze them and pull on them to make him cum quicker. He asked his dad if that was the way he did it by himself. Art knew it was his way of asking if he jacked off, and he answered him honestly; yes, this was indeed the way he did it himself. Art said that brought a little smile to Josh's face, like he'd just discovered one of his dad's secrets. Art lasted about ten minutes before he laid his hand on his son's shoulder and told him he was getting close and he might want to stand aside out of the way. But Josh didn't move. He said they were in the shower and it would wash right off. Art didn't answer him; he just kept his hand on his shoulder. The next moment his son took him past the point of no return and he squeezed his shoulder. Josh asked his dad if he was getting closer. He hissed "Yessss" and squeezed the boy's shoulder harder for support. Josh still had hold of his balls and he squeezed them so hard that it hurt but it was such a good hurt in the process of cumming. Art shot his load all over the boy and his son didn't move. He just stood there, his mouth open and his eyes wide as he was being whitewashed with spurt after spurt of his dad's hot cum, sailing out in long, thick ropes. He had never seen semen before and he was awed by it. He put his fingers in it to feel the texture then began smearing it all over his upper body. He remarked that it smelled funny. Then he said he'd heard boys at school call each other cum eaters, and were they just joking around or did boys actually eat their own cum. Art said he didn't know about those boys but yes, boys and men did sometimes taste their own cum. Josh asked his dad if he had ever done that. Again he replied truthfully, told him yes, and he was certain that every man and boy did at some time in their lives. Art started to turn him around facing the shower spray to wash off the cum but the boy resisted. He looked up at his dad with a sort of wistful look and Art said he felt panic because he knew what was coming. Sure enough, the boy asked if he could taste it; he couldn't make his own and he wanted to see what it what it would taste like when he could. Art hesitated of course; he didn't want to say yes, but he didn't want to tell him no either. It was that mix of the boy's curiosity and Art not wanting to reject him. So he scooped up a big glob of cum and held his finger out to his son. Josh took his dad's hand and guided it to his mouth. He licked it off, took a moment to get the taste of it, then he swallowed it. He didn't act like he liked the taste of it but he smiled, as if he was proud that he'd done it. Art said it was one of the most wonderful, beautiful experiences of his life, and he was certain that his son would never forget it either. I asked Art if anything like that had ever happened again. He said no and he didn't intend that it ever would. The boy had been curious, he got his curiosities satisfied and that was the end of it. But he added, laughing, "For now, anyway." Art had a hard time getting past the guilt and remorse that set in; and felt guilty even about that, because his son didn't show any signs of either. "For now, anyway," soon became a thing of the past. The next time I visited Art he was full of remorse; he told me that things had advanced to a higher level. I hated to see him like that and I urged him to talk about it, and he told me about the incident. As Told by Art: "I was slouched out on the couch, watching a ball game, had on my boxer shorts and a T-shirt. Josh was in his room down the hall, reading. I'd bought several new books for him. He's a sports fan but he's an avid reader and when he has a new book, that takes priority. I was getting excited over the game and when I spouted off some choice words for the referee, Josh came out to see what all the excitement was about. He slouched on the couch beside me then snuggled up against me and laid his hand on my chest. It was nice but I felt a twinge of panic. I never knew what to expect anymore. Minutes later he ran his hand up under my T-shirt. "Is it okay if I do this?" he asked as he squeezed my left nipple between two fingers. "I winced a little and he asked me if it felt good. Again, I could be truthful and tell him yes, or tell him no and make him feel bad. He always managed to back me in a corner like that. I told him yes, as long as he didn't pinch too hard. So he played with both my nipples for a while. Then he moved his hand down low on my stomach. He left it there for quite a while. Then quite unexpectedly, he put his hand in the gaping fly of my boxers and took hold of my cock!" "Is it alright if do this?" "I melted, looking down at that cute, innocent face and those eyes and with barely a thought I nodded, but added that we shouldn't be doing it very often. I don't think he even heard that, he was already squeezing my cock. He soon had it hard and when he did he pulled it out of my shorts. Godd, it looked so big with his small hand part way around it; it must have looked and felt monstrous to him. "I wanta make you cum again," he said. I succumbed easily and threw my concentration at the game. I was foolishly trying to detach myself from my son and what he was doing. Ask me how that worked out. "Can I take my cock out and play with it at the same time?" He backed me in a corner again. No, you can play with my cock and give me pleasure, but can't take yours out....or....no, we shouldn't be doing this at all....??? "Yes, of course." Then I pulled off my T-short and handed it to him. "Here, for when I cum." Art paused and I asked him if Josh got him off. Yes. He captured his load in the T-shirt. "When he had it all he held it up to look at it. He gazed at the thick mess then looked up at me and said he would be glad when he could shoot like that. I told him it would probably be any day now, then I don't know why but, laughing, I pushed the cum-soaked t-shirt right in his face. He tried to fight me off but I smeared him good with it. He took it as the prank it was.....laughing, finally pushed my hand away and asked me why I did that. I chided back that I thought he liked it." Art stopped again, like he was finished. I didn't ask him if there was more to the story. I waited and he went on. "I've let it go too far and I don't know how to stop it." "Does it have to be stopped? Or just controlled?" I asked. He laughed. "I've pretty much lost control. Let's face it; a man shouldn't be having sex with his son." "But is it sex, to him, or is it love? You know he idolizes you. It shows every time you're seen together. I'm not the only one in church who sees it. It shows that he is obviously so proud to be with you." "I idolize him," Art said. "But the pleasure I get from it....there's no denying, it is sexual." "Purely sexual? Or do you feel something more from him?" "I do. And if I didn't love him so much I wouldn't be allowing it. But if I stop it, I'm rejecting him, and sending the message that it's wrong and I don't want to lay that guilt trip on him. And think about it, if I tell him now that it's wrong, that makes it look like I was taking advantage of him.....leading him on, using him, making him do wrong for my own pleasure. What would you do, Pete?" "Well, I think I would give love it's share right alongside sex," I said. "Beyond that, I don't know, Art. My son and I were tight when he was a boy, and he was curious, but he never approached me the way Josh has you. If he had.....I think I would've reacted exactly the way you have. You know your son better than anyone.....maybe you could strike a balance. Let what's happened between you happen again if he initiates it, but don't let it go any further. I believe he's motivated by a lot of love, and as long as he can express himself the way he has been, that may be all he needs." "But if it turns more sexual......then what?" "I don't really know what I would do.....from my safe distance, I think I would tell him, Let's keep things at this level at least for now. I don't think that would be rejection." I visited Art often. We thoroughly enjoyed each other's company; especially the sex and I loved hearing about him and Josh. The one time Art proudly announced that young Josh was producing cum! I was as happy about it as he was. I asked him how it had come about and how he had learned the good news. "He came in and told me. I was still in bed but wide awake, thinking about getting up. Josh came peering into my bedroom and I waved him in. He said, `It happened, Dad.' I asked him what, he said, "Last night or early this morning, I had a wet dream. I'm making cum." "He was trying not to appear too excited but I could tell he was about to burst. He came around to my side of the bed and showed me where the front of his shorts was soaked. I sat up on the edge the bed and pulled him, into a big hug and told him how happy I was and how proud I was of him." I told him, `Well, dude, you can make babies now, so be careful what you do with that stuff.'" "He said he was going to go shower. When he was at the door I said, `Hey, Josh.' He turned around and I said, `Don't put your shorts in the hamper. I think you should keep them as a memento of the occasion. Lay `em out, I'll get a plastic bag to put them in.'" "When I went into the bathroom his shorts were folded carefully on the sink. I put them in a plastic bag and put it in his room." Part Two Art called me on my cell phone and asked if I was coming over anytime soon. He sounded a little anxious in his tone. I asked him if there was something wrong. He said simply that he and Josh had crossed the line. He didn't say how or what. I told him I would be over that evening. I should point out that I have not witnessed any of these events between Art and his son, nor did I witness this one; Josh has never been there when I visited. Art told me first that he thought he knew what was putting some of these ideas in his son's head. He'd gone into his room after he was asleep and discovered his computer was left on. He saw the lights on the monitor and the keyboard and he nudged the mouse to wake it up. What popped up on the screen was a total shocker. Josh had discovered porn! There was a well built, thirty/forty something man and a young boy a little older than Josh, having sex.....in a sixty-nine. He scrolled up and found that it was a dad/son site. He turned it off and laid awake half the night trying to figure out what he would say to the boy. Art had not done the dishes from the night before and after they had breakfast he asked Josh to help with the dishes; Josh dried. Art casually mentioned to him that he'd left his computer on the night before. Josh turned pale, then began beating his head on the counter (padded with the dish towel), and saying, "stupid, stupid, stupid." Art chimed in with, "careless, careless, careless. Where'd you learn about those sites anyway?" He replied that a friend's older brother showed them. Art told him, "I know you're bursting with curiosity, Josh, but if you've got questions, you know by now that I'll answer any questions you have." "I know that. But it's different, seeing it. Am I grounded from the computer?" "No, but I don't want you getting hooked on that stuff. If I have to, I'll restrict your access." "Yes, sir. Does that mean I can't watch porn ever again?" "No, just don't make a habit of it." I waited for Art to continue. I didn't see that anything he'd told me so far was crossing the line. When he had gathered his thoughts, or his courage, he went on. "I was slouched back on the couch watching an old movie when Josh came in the living room in his tiny white briefs. He came around and slouched against me. He said he'd finished the book he was reading and had started on the second one. We didn't talk for a little bit because we were watching the movie, but then he broke the silence. He put his hand on my stomach like he'd done the last time. "Dad, do you think I'm too old or too young to be doing the stuff I've been doing?" "It's not a matter of age; it's a matter of all things in moderation." "So if I do it just once in a while, that's okay?" I clicked off the television. "You didn't have to turn off your movie." "I wasn't that into it. Besides I think this needs our full attention." "If you don't want me to do things with you, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?" "Look, Josh, I don't want you to feel like I'm rejecting you. I would never do that. But we can't let things get out of hand. There's a line that can't be crossed. Some would say we've already crossed it, but I don't feel we have, only because we both know it's more than just the pleasure. It's an expression of love between us, right?" "I'm glad you feel that way `cause I sure do. I love you so much, Dad, I just want to make you happy and if I can make you feel good....well, I enjoy that. I mean, I like doing stuff with you because I know it makes you feel good." "Sounds like we're on the same page." "I wanta turn a page, Dad," he said, rather sheepishly. "Since I started making cum, it's like a whole new world has opened up for me. I'm all tingly inside all the time. I haven't watched any more of the stuff you found on my computer, but I think about it all the time. I think about being with you all the time. I love coming here and being close to you." "I like having you here, Josh, just like this." I hugged him tighter to me. "I shouldn't say this but I sort of like things like they are better than when you and Mom were married. Me and you can get closer." "It's okay to think it, Josh. I know what you mean." "We've got total freedom to do whatever we want to do.' "Well, not total freedom. There's no one around to stop us but we can't let things get out of hand." "When you say that....do you mean stuff like what you saw on my computer?" "Yes, that would be a good example." "But if I do this, that's not out of hand," he said as he laid his hand over the front of my shorts. "Well, we're already on that path so I guess it's not out of hand, at least not for us," I said. He didn't ask this time before he took his own cock out. He began to stroke us both in unison. As I gazed at his hand on his own cock I felt compelled to replace it with my own. It was no more than he deserved, I thought, but more, I wanted to. I'd been wanting to touch him for a long time. I can't tell you how good his cock felt in my hand, and I am more hard pressed to express how I felt when he looked up me with those innocent eyes and his killer smile. He was so happy that I'd taken hold of his cock. "Are you going to make me cum?" "If you wanta cum, sure." He sounded so excited, I thought at the prospect of showing me. "I don't want to too soon." "Okay, hold off as long as you want," I told him. It was a pivotal moment for us; for him, that I was reciprocating. For me, that I'd crossed a line and that made me wonder how many lines there might be ahead of us. My focus was divided now between the movie and what we were doing. Surprisingly that it was on the movie at all, except that I was still trying to detach myself from what we were doing. I might have succeeded, in a manner, except for what Josh did next. He didn't ask me, nor did he give any indication whatsoever. He simply leaned over suddenly and took my cock in his mouth! I gasped with pleasure and surprise. "Ohh, Godd!" It came out a tiny whisper. I was stunned, and I have to say my first reaction was to stop him. I grabbed his head in my hand to stop him but caught myself. To push him away could be devastating for him. Instead I relaxed my grip so my hand was simply resting on his head. He took it as a sign of encouragement and began sucking me in earnest, slowly drawing the sheath back and forth as he did so. I was amazed how good he was. He had obviously been learning from the porn sites he'd found. I knew I shouldn't/couldn't let it go on but I didn't know how to stop him. Josh! Stop! We can't be doing this! Those words wouldn't come out. Finally, I lifted his head gently and held his face in both of my hands. Godd, the look he gave me. It was akin to idol worship. "Josh, that feels so wonderful.....I love you so much.....I want to...." I didn't get my words out. He suddenly rose up and straddled my thighs, our cocks touching. His cock was so hot against mine. "I love you so much, Dad," he said as he was kissing across my chest. I couldn't imagine such passion from a boy his age. Then he rose up again, higher, and sat on my loins, my cock now throbbing against his butt. He pressed himself against me, his cock hot against my chest. "So much," he whispered as he nuzzled more kisses along my neck. I had to wonder if he was so starved for love. I could do nothing but hold him against me, my hands clasping his awesome little butt. "I know you want to, Dad," he murmured, "And I want it, too." I didn't know what he was a saying till he stood up in a crouch and suddenly I was face to face with his throbbing young manhood. I was so overwhelmed I couldn't react except to gasp and when I did that he shoved his cock in my mouth! I didn't resist him. Oh Gdod, What am I doing!! Actually, he was doing it; I wasn't doing anything except allowing it. Allowing my son to fuck my mouth! He used short little jabs, pushing the head of his cock into my throat in a staccato rhythm. And me holding on to his tight, firm butt. I was swooped up in the moment; my mind was in a fog, my head spinning. Before I could grab hold of my senses he was cumming. I wasn't sure at first but then it was unmistakable, hard spurts of boy semen shooting alternately into my throat and into my mouth, causing me to moan with intense pleasure. He squealed with delight. I was glad I was getting some of it in my mouth; he tasted so wonderfully fresh and sweet. I was in a daze for a moment till he pulled his cock free and slid down to collapse on my upper body. I continued to hold him as I relished the taste of him and swallowed his seed. His sweaty chest heaved against mine, his hot breath blowing against my neck. "Oh, Dad, that was so awesome. Thank you." Astraddle me, his butt pushed my cock down. He reached back and gripped it again, rubbing it in his butt crack. No, I thought, that will not happen. I would stop him if he tried it. "I can take care of this for you, Dad." "No, I'm fine," I managed to croak. He kept squeezing and pulling on it. "It feels like it must hurt." "No, you go shower, I'll be fine," I said again. "Then we'll go get something to eat." I needed to get him out of the house, away from the privacy that could easily spawn more of what had just occurred. We needed to be with other people. At supper, he asked if I was mad at him. "No, Son. It probably shouldn't have happened but I'm not mad at you." "I'm glad. I thought you would stop me if you didn't think we should do it." "That's right, I could have stopped you. I could have prevented everything that's happened between us. I probably should have." "Are you saying it's wrong, now, what we did?" "Most people would say it is." "But what do you think? Cause it didn't feel wrong to me. And I don't see how it could be wrong for a dad and son to show how much they love each other. It's how you and Mom showed each other, when you did love each other. You always said my sister and I were born out of love." Dammit, he was doing it again. Using his innocent boy philosophy on me that I didn't know how to deal with. "It is considered wrong, Josh, by all standards of society. So maybe we should find other ways of showing our love. Simple things, like right now, having supper together, going to ball games, going fishing and hiking, things like that. I just like having you around." "I love being with you too, Dad, but just being together don't do anything about the deeper feelings I have that I want to show you." "That's something else we need to talk about; your feelings. To somebody who might pick your brain, those feelings would be considered gay." "You're not gay," he said. "You were married to my Mom. And I don't think I'm gay, `cause I like girls, and I know girls like me." "Do you think about girls sexually?" I asked. "Sure, but I know I'm too young to do anything about it. A lot of boys brag about doing it with girls but nobody believes them. I think some of the older boys probably are, but they don't brag about it." As we were finishing eating, Josh went on. "Do you want me to stay away from you, Dad, maybe not come to visit so often? Or just come when Lindsay comes?" "No of course not, that wouldn't be fair to either one of you. I want you with me every chance we have," I said. "I wanta see your smiling face across the table, like now. I want you to plop down beside me on the couch to watch a game." "Do you still want me to crawl in bed with you?" "Yes, we can keep doing that for a while longer. Just don't ever tell anyone, they would think you're too old to be sleeping with your dad. But maybe we could start doing other things, like going to ball games, and you could invite a friend to come with you overnight." I knew Art and I weren't going to be having sex. He wanted to talk and I was there to listen. He went on. "It's different with my daughter and frankly I don't feel as comfortable with her. She's growing into a young lady and she talks about things I don't relate to. It's better when she and Josh come together." "Maybe that's the answer to your other problem; have them come together," I said. "I'm afraid Josh would take that as rejection. She might take it that way, too." "She could invite a friend along too, they could talk girl stuff. They wouldn't want you around for that anyway," I said. "That's a good idea. Listen, I want you to meet Josh," he said. "I would love to meet him, but how do you think Josh would feel about me being here? I don't want him to think I'm barging in on your time together." "He knows I have my own friends." So I met Josh. I'd seen him in church many times but meeting him up close and personal was good. From the distance that I'd seen him he looked rather sad eyed. Up close, you can see a twinkle in his eyes. I suspect that in a few years, women will see those eyes as bedroom eyes. He is seriously cute. He keeps his hair buzzed, like his dad. He was polite, rather quiet spoken but funny in his droll delivery. He is well put together, with a cute little butt that flexes when he walks. I wanted so bad to feel and squeeze it. I wanted to do more.....I wanted to bury my face in it.....but that was out of the question of course. I had no indication that there would be sex involved; at least not that would involve me. The evening was planned around a ball game on TV. Art cooked out and after we'd eaten, Josh went to shower so he would be ready for bed after the game. Josh came out of his room in his tiny white briefs and plopped down beside his dad, casual as you please. I suspected that Art had told him he could be as at-home as if I weren't there. Art flashed me a grin as he put his arm around the boy's shoulders and hugged him close. I said, "I think you kinda like your dad, don't you." "Just sometimes," Art said. "Yeah, sometimes he beats me and won't feed me," Josh said, serious as hell. Art shoved him away, laughing. Josh cuddled right back up to him. It was a distinct pleasure to watch the two interact. They reminded me so much of me and my son. The evening went well. I went home right after the game after telling Josh goodnight. I watched carefully for Josh's reaction when his dad invited me back and I said I would like that if it was okay with Josh; I didn't want to intrude on their dad and son time. Josh said yes, and if I came on Saturday we could have pizza. I didn't go on Saturday. I didn't want to appear to be getting too involved with Art and Josh together. ** Part Three Art and I moved from kissing and making out to sucking and rimming, in short order. Oftentimes one of us would spend the entire evening servicing the other. Other times it was a two way. One of our favorite things to do was to sixty nine and rim each other in that position. I loved Art's body and he had a perfect cock. Perfect in every way; long and thick, with a large bulbous head that I loved to lick like a big lollypop, and he rewarded me with his delicious ball juice. I loved his ass, too. I spent as much time with my tongue in his ass as I did in his mouth or on his cock. He loved my cock, too. He couldn't get enough of it, and he couldn't get over how big it is. We had not fucked yet. I think we both knew it would happen in due time, and knowing we would was enough for us. Much as I loved his ass I sort of wished it wasn't so hairy. One time when we were in the throes of passion, making out but not totally into sex yet, and I was playing with his butt, I asked him if I could shave his ass. He gave me a funny look. "Not your whole butt, just between your buns." "Would that make it more edible?" he asked jokingly. "Well, you seem to like mine shaved," I said. "It's awesome. Nice and smooth, like a teenager's ass. Okay, you can shave me." So we took time out to shave his ass. He kept me updated on him and Josh. They still had sex but Art kept it at a minimum, teaching the boy, he said, that all things in moderation, that having sex not so often made it all the better and more special when they did. Josh was discovering that the wait time in between, and the anticipation, only made it better. We did get together to watch a ball game and pizza. It was funny, Josh went to take his shower after we'd eaten but he wouldn't come out of his room this time. Art went to check on him and came back laughing. "He's got a hardon that won't go down and he's embarrassed to come out." "Tell him it happens to all of us, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." Art went back and stood in his doorway and told him what I said but he still wouldn't come out. I said, loud enough for Josh to hear, "Tell him if it'll make him feel any better, I'll get a hardon too, then he won't have anything to be embarrassed about." I heard Art say, "Did you hear that?" Then he came back to the living room, laughing. "Geezuss, Pete, he'd go ape if he saw you hard. Are you really going to do it?" "I will if you say it's okay." Josh came out a few minutes later with a very noticeable protrusion in his tiny white shorts. His youthful beauty took my breath away. He didn't seem to be embarrassed over his condition now as he sat down beside his dad. Art put his arm across his shoulders and pulled him in tight. "The pizza's ordered to be delivered at 8:00 o'clock," Art told him. There were no sexual overtures of any kind. Maybe because I was there. Maybe because Art and I were both fully clothed. It was a fun evening but nothing more than the ball game and pizza. Next day Art called me, laughing. "Hey, my kid is mad at you." "Why? What'd I do? Or did he think I was intruding on his time with you?" "No, he's mad because you didn't get a hardon like you said you would." "No shit! I was only kidding!" "I know, but he apparently didn't think so." "He honestly thought.....? He doesn't know about us, does he?" "No, but maybe he suspects something, I don't know." "I'm surprised he didn't ask you," I said, laughing. "Well, don't be surprised if he mentions it to you next time you're over. He's getting to be a gutsy little shit. Listen, I've got Thursday off if you want to come over and see what we can cook up. We'd have till 4:00 when Josh's mother drops him off." Art and I still had not fucked but I always went prepared. Our favorite thing to sixty nine and just plain make out. It was tight, cuddly sex that we varied with all different positions. Part of the attraction was, we liked each other's cum and we always ate fruit and drank pineapple juice when we knew we were going to be together so our cum would be as tasty as possible. Thursday I slipped away from the warehouse about ten in the morning, thinking we would have a good two to three hours of sex then have a late lunch, then I would head back. Art was ready for me when I got there. He was naked and nicely fluffed up. He looked great and he smelled great. Art is a man's man. I'm told I am too, but he's more hairy than I am and it always turned me on to feel his hairy chest and thighs against mine. He greeted me with a strong bear hug and a hard kiss while I held him tight against me with my hands around his butt. "It's all ready for you," he said as he clenched his butt muscles several times. I didn't expect that but I was ready for it. I had been ready for his ass for a long time. He led me into the living room where a gay porn video was playing. "For inspiration," he said. "You're all the inspiration I need," I told him. He took my clothes off of me and sat me on the couch then got down between my legs and began sucking my cock. He always marveled at my size and he kept trying to take me all the way like I did him. I would tell him not to worry about it, but he kept trying. There was a condom on the end table along with the lube, pretty much confirming that I was going to get to fuck him. He sucked me way past the ready state.....Art loved my cock as much as I loved his. We had a mutual respect going on in that regard. Then he rose up and reached for the condom. "I wanta save your load this time. For cooking," he added laughing. "No, actually I'm going to freeze it in an ice cube tray." I told him I'd done that. "Frozen cum is pretty good." He rolled the condom on and lubed it up. He gazed at my cock as he stroked it slick. "Godd, what am I getting myself into," he said. "You don't have to do it," I said. "I'd be just as happy if you fucked me." "I will. But I have to do this. I have to know what it's like to be impaled on something this big." "Art," I said. "You're a virgin, right?" "Yes." "Then this isn't the way," I said. "We have plenty of time; let me show you." With that I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him. It was a serious, full bore kiss that promised--no, guaranteed--results. He whinnied like a mare in heat as our tongues lashed together and our cocks throbbed against each other. I clasped his butt with one hand and tweaked his nipple with the other. As the passion rose I eased him to the side and laid him on the couch and hovered half on top of him, his right leg slung over the edge of the cushions. I lifted his left leg onto the back of the couch and hunkered down to his crotch. I bypassed his cock completely and went for his balls, but even that was a prelude. I spent only a moment kissing and licking his balls before I lifted them out of the way and went for his ass. He lifted his leg off the back of the couch and pulled it to his chest. Then lifted his hips up off the cushions and spread his butt for me. I went for his ass like a hungry puppy. "Ohh, Pete, you know how I love your tongue in my ass!" he moaned. I knew that, but he was going to get more than my tongue this time. All the times before when we rimmed each other I rubbed his asshole with my fingers but I never penetrated. Nearest I'd ever come to penetrating his hole was the knuckle of a bent finger pushing through it. I didn't call that penetration. I gave his asshole a massage while I was licking it, then pulled it open and drove my tongue inside him. He squealed with delight. "Listen, we should move to this to the floor, I don't want to mess up your couch," I said. "Do you want to get a towel?" "We'll be on the rug, it'll wash," he said as he half rolled off the couch onto the floor with his left leg laid up on the cushions. I pushed the coffee table out of the way and grabbed the lube and laid it within easy reach. Then I went back to rimming him. I had full access now as I pushed both his legs up for him to hold against his chest. He was wide open for me. I kissed and licked and tongued his ass will his moans became whimpers then I drizzled some lube in the crack of his ass. I caught it as it ran down the canyon and used it to massage his hole. He was relaxed, even loose and I pushed a knuckle inside him. He liked it, and I straightened my finger and shoved it in. He groaned with pleasure. I finger fucked him for a moment then added another finger and continued the motion. Then I went in search of his prostate. It was a short search; I knew where to find it. He yelped and brought his head up, wide-eyed, when I touched it. I smiled at him and used both fingers to bring the love nut alive. "Ohhh.....Oh, Godd, Pete.....w-what're you doing in there!" "Getting you ready," I said with a smile. I wasn't surprised that he didn't know about his prostate, except what he'd no doubt heard from his doctor, that it was likely going to cause him trouble later on in life. I was merciless with my fingers. I rubbed and squeezed and probed his love nut, driving him up the walls. He was biting his forearm and the heel of his hand to keep from crying out. When I had him on the edge I added a finger and began hand fucking him with three fingers. Again, I showed no mercy; I shoved and twisted and gouged till I had him stretched to fit my cock. "You think you're ready to be fucked?" I asked. "Ready to give up your virginity?" "I've been ready since you touched that spot up inside me." I wanted to go in raw. I wanted him to feel me shooting my load inside him. Next time maybe. I rose up and aimed my cock. He reached down for it, not to stop me, but to feel it and gauge its size again. "Dear Godd, let me do this right," he whispered. "It's not going to hurt," I assured him. "I got you good and ready." I mounted him like the stallion he saw me to be. He guided me and set the head of my cock against his hole then let go and laid back on the rug. I rose up over him in an arched hover, my cock squarely on target, pressing anxiously against his clenching hole, then I began to let my weight down. The head pushed through, causing him to let out a loud, gasping groan. I couldn't detect pain, but surprise at being spread open. I didn't pause; I just let my weight down with gentle force, slowly sinking my cock into his hot, slick hole. Half way, it felt like his body was swallowing my cock and I encountered nothing in the way. Art shivered and moaned as I pressed my loins hard against his spread butt, my cock buried deep inside him. Godd, it felt so good, penetrating the guy's awesome ass, and feeling his hard butt muscles responding against my loins. I wished I could eat his ass at the same time I fucked it. "Godd, where did it all go?" he groaned. "You got it, dude," I said. "You've got all ten inches inside you. I'm proud of you." "Pride goeth before the fall; you haven't started fucking me yet." I groped around and found my shorts and laid them over his mouth. "You might want to muffle the noise," I said. "It's going to be like that, huh?" he said. "I'm going to try," I told him. I did a slow retreat and I could feel his insides closing up in the wake of my withdrawal. I pulled back till his asshole caught and held the rim of my cockhead tightly, refusing to release it. Then I shoved back in. "Ohh, Godd, that is such wonderful sensation," he moaned. "And you're right, there's no pain. I thought you would rip me apart." "I wouldn't do that," I said. I repeated the motion with a little more gusto and speed each time. He loved it. Art just plain loved being fucked. He brought his legs around me and clung tightly when I shoved in, then eased the leg hold as I pulled back. "Next time I fuck you, I'm going to cum in your ass," I told him. "Yess! I wanta feel it." "Oh, you will," I assured him. I fucked him hard; unmercifully. I nailed him to the floor. I fucked him like a man's man would want to be fucked. And he took it like the man he was. "My Godd, how can anything feel so good?" "You like it, huh?" "Yes, but I never dreamed I would ever be able to do it; certainly not to take a cock the size of yours." "It's all in your attitude. You wanted it," I said. We worked up a sweat. It was dripping off my forehead and popping out on my chest. Art leaned up to lick it off my pecs. "Thanks," I said as I leaned down and kissed him. I could taste my own saltiness. "I swear, Pete....." His sudden outcry drowned his words. "Ohh, Godd! Ohhhh......Ohhhh, Pete.....Yesss!! Fuck me!" he cried as I twisted my hips around to corkscrew my cock deep inside him. He kept groaning as I threw my butt around in circles, causing my cock to lob around inside him, surely hitting his prostate. "What were you swearing to?" I asked. "That this is the way men were meant to enjoy each other," Art said. "I'm not saying my marriage was a sham, but I don't think I'll go back to women." "Don't say that till you've fucked me," I said. "I can only imagine what that'll be like." I eased up off of him and pulled out. "What're we doing?" he asked. I stood and pulled him to his feet and led him around to the back of the couch. I leaned him over the back and he grabbed hold of the cushions. I kicked his feet wide apart. "I get the feeling I'm going to be raped," he said. "It'll be a friendly rape," I told him. "Hold onto the top of your head now, I'm gonna take you over the top. I'm gonna fuck your brains out." He groaned as I shoved back in. As I started fucking him again I sort of wished we'd stayed on the floor where there was no give, but it was hard to get a toe-hold on the rug. Standing, I had good leverage. I fucked him hard again. His slobbering groans excited me, that he couldn't even control his outcries. I was working myself up and I hoped he was coming along with me. Turned out, he was ahead of me. "I'm gonna cum, Pete!" he cried. "Ohh....Oh, Godd, fuck me, Pete. Fuck me harder. Make me cum!" I fucked him hard and deep. I fucked him with everything I had. My thighs were screaming for relief. Even my butt muscles were getting sore. "Let's do it!" I croaked as I felt the cum leave the tanks and gush up through my cock. "Here it comes!" His asshole announced that he was seconds ahead of me. He was letting loose a hard one. I followed right behind him, shooting thick, hard ropes of cum deep in his bowels. I felt it gushing up through my cock and spewing out, filling the condom. I could feel the heat of my cum encasing my cock. Art's gasping moans told me he was feeling something as well. "Oh, My Godd! I can feel it, Pete! I can feel you cumming! Your cock's going crazy!" He was feeling my cock, not my actual cum. I was glad. I wanted him to feel it. It was a struggle now to stay on my feet; my thighs were trembling, threatening to give out. I managed to pump the last of my load in him before I collapsed on top of him. We lay like that, over the back of the couch, for a long moment, Art whimpering in the aftermath. I was just breathing hard. We were slick with sweat. When I was able I straightened and brought him up with me. I held him tight against me with my arms around his chest and stomach. My cock was still inside him, beginning to deflate. I held the condom secure and eased out. My cock swung down, heavily, under the weight of the condom. It was bloated with my load. "My Godd!" Art exclaimed as he Art knelt down and carefully stripped the condom off, milking the remnants of cum along with it. "Do you always cum like this?" "Pretty much," I said. He tied it off and laid it over the arm of the couch on a towel, then he swallowed my cock to clean it off and drain me completely. He stood up and stumbled toward the bathroom, nodding for me to come with him. We showered together and regained our strength and our senses. He asked me if we could do it again. "My cock will hold up longer than your ass," I said cockily. We went back out to the couch, this time with a large bath towel to spread out under us. Art pushed me down then stepped up on the couch and straddled me on his knees. He reached back to guide my cock to his hole. There was no need for lube this time, and we didn't bother with a condom. When it was on target, the head nestled snugly against the opening, he reared back and down on it. I could see that when it came to fucking, Art wasn't going to be one to mess round. He sat all the way don on my cock and rotated his butt around. He knew how to extract the pleasure he wanted now. "Ohhh fuck, that feels great!" he said. "Yeah, and you're going to make it feel a whole lot better." And he did. Using his massive, hairy thighs as springboards, he began riding up and down on my cock. "Ohhh, fuck, Pete, kiss me before I scream." We kissed long and hard and I swallowed his loud groans. "Godd, Pete, if you ever get divorced, I could easily become your man slut." I joked back, "Why do I have to get divorced?" I held his thick cock against my stomach and dribbled some lube on it, so as he rode up and down and back and forth, he fucked my abs. Art knew my stamina and he was in this one for the long haul. He rode me good and hard, and for a long time. "Godd, Pete, how can anything feel so good," he murmured as he rode me. We fucked for a long time, losing all track of time. Art was enjoying himself immensely, and I didn't mind him using my cock and my body for his pleasure. I thought perhaps I was being his man slut. He shot off all over my chest then collapsed on top of me. "Damn, you can fuck!!" he said. I laughed. "I didn't do much of anything except lay here." He was upset because he didn't get me off. "Don't worry, it's not going to fall off just because I don't cum," I said. When he could, he pushed himself up and stepped back off the couch. His ass was reluctant to give up my cock and it pulled out of with a loud suctioning noise and smacked against my belly, still plenty hard. We made out some more while we were showering. I loved his naked, wet body against me. "Shall we assume the position? Are you up for it?" he asked. I knew what that meant. "I'm always up for it, but you won't get much of a reward," I said. "But it'll be such a sweet reward," he said. We dried off and tumbled onto the bed in a sixty nine position and began devouring each other's cocks. It was beautiful and good and sexy and I let it consume me. My lust for the man wasn't diminished at all by the hard sex we'd just had. I was purring like a kitten around Art's thick cock, still getting a taste of his ball juice. It was a wonderful feeling of contentment that Art echoed in his purring moans. This was like sweet dessert after a sumptuous meal. My eyes fluttered and I was reaching for his butt, to upturn it so I could rim him, when suddenly I found myself looking at Josh! He was standing there looking at us! I had no idea how long he'd been there. My first thought was, "Oh, God, we've traumatized the boy for life!" I recovered quickly. I stopped sucking and Art's cock throbbed hard in my mouth as I slowly withdrew from it. "Art......," I said quietly as I eased away from him. He let go of my cock and looked down his stomach at me. The look on my face surely told him something was wrong and he looked over his shoulder. "Josh! What are you doing here! How did you get in!" "My Mom had to drop me off early. She was in a hurry so she gave me her key to let myself in." His voice was rather timid, as if he thought he might be in trouble for coming in of us, yet he was calm and very matter of fact in his reply. He showed no sign of shock. It was more a curious look rather than one of surprise. I eased back off the bed and Art got up and stood in front of me. "Why don't you go in the living room, I'll be out in a minute," he told him. I was still shaken. I asked Art what he was going to do, what he wanted me to do. "I'll try to smooth it over," he said. "It's not like he's totally ignorant about sex. But did you see that? He had to tear his eyes away from your cock." "Yes, I noticed. Would you get my clothes for me so I can get dressed and leave." Art brought my clothes and I got dressed. He slipped on his shorts. "He saw the condom!' Art said. "Oh, shit he's going to know we......!" "I'll try to smooth it over," he said again. I smiled as best I could as I went through the living room and told Josh goodbye. I was sweating as I left the house. Godd, what have we done to this poor kid, walking in on his father having sex with another man. I worried about it for the rest of the day and all night. My wife even noticed but I attributed it to work. I waited as long as I could before I finally called Art at work. He said to call him that evening when he could talk. I called him on my cell while I was walking. "Talk to me," I said. "Well, he saw what he saw. Including the condom," Art said, matter-of-factly. "What'd he say? What did you say? Lord, what could you say?" I asked him how long he'd been standing there watching us. He said a couple of minutes. He didn't seem upset so I didn't make such a huge deal of it. "Well, Son, you saw what you saw, and I can't erase that. I don't know what else to say except I would like to know what you're thinking right now." "I'm not sure." "I don't want you to be traumatized," I said. He said, "It's nothing I haven't seen on my computer." "But that wasn't your dad you saw on your computer. I'm sorry, Josh, if I shocked you or upset you. I hope you won't be mad at Pete." "Godd, Art, I don't matter in any of this," I said. He said he wasn't mad at anyone. He said it's no more than he and I have done. "I'm relieved that you're taking it so well, but later on, if you feel like you need to talk, you know you can come to me." "Yeah, I always do." Then he glanced aside and asked, "What's that?" "That's a condom." "It's full of cum." "Yes" "Whose is it?" "It's Pete's condom.'" The look I got was the most penetrating gaze I've ever seen. His eyes weren't asking questions, they were demanding answers. I felt like an elephant had sat on me. How do you admit to your son, or explain, that the man he saw you having sex with also fucked you? But we're working through it. All that Josh and I have already done is making it easier." I told Art okay, and to keep me posted. I didn't visit Art for several weeks and he didn't invite me. I saw him and Josh in church a couple of times and they were all smiles, like there was nothing was wrong. I was dying to know how they'd worked it out but I never asked. Part Four So much time passed that I was beginning to wonder if it was over between me and Art. It would be okay if it was, but I was sure going to miss him. One thing I regretted was, he hadn't fucked me yet. Then out of the clear blue, I got a call from him. "Can you meet me after work for a beer?" "Sure." "The Iron Bar?" "I'll be there." I sensed something was wrong. The Iron Bar was a hole-in-the-wall Irish pub that catered to the working class and an occasional boy from the community college looking to hook up with a blue collar worker. When I got there, Art was waiting at a back table. I walked back and sat down around the corner of the table from him so we were both facing the front of the bar. The bartender came back with two beers that'd already been ordered. When he'd gone back to the bar I asked, "What's up?" as I was raising my beer to have a drink. Art looked all around then replied, "I fucked Josh." I choked and spit out my beer. "What! How'd that happen! When?" "Two nights ago. I've been dying to talk to you." I held up a hand. "First, tell me he's okay." "He's okay with it. It shouldn't have happened but he's okay," Art replied with a smile. "Geezuss, Art. But, hey, I see you're smiling." "It's the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me." "I can imagine. Are you going to tell me about it?" "That's why I called you. I had to tell somebody, and I knew you would want to hear about it." "So talk to me." "Well, we were in our customary position on the couch, both of us in our shorts--that's pretty much the uniform of the day for us--he was cuddled up against me with his arm across my stomach, and I figured we would end up having sex, probably sixty-nine. So, when I said we're working through it, that means he's asking a lot of questions about what he saw when he walked in on us. He's very curious about it and I answered everything truthfully. He asked me if it hurt; he was referring to getting fucked." "Is Pete very big?" he asked. "Yes. Very big," I replied. "Did he go all the way in you?" "Yes." "Did it hurt?" "Yes, just a little at first but the pain goes away and then all you think about is how good it feels." He was quiet, then, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. I was half expecting what came next but it still surprised me. "Do you think we could do it so you could show me how it feels?" "Josh, that'd be taking things way over the line," I said. "We already crossed the line anyway, didn't we?" he said as he moved his arm down across the front of my shorts. "Yes, but......." I laid my hand on his. "Then I don't know why it'd matter how far over the line we go. You wouldn't be forcing me, we'd be doing it because I asked you to." "It amazes me how he's got this little knack of unknowingly drawing me into his little web. He drew his arm back and laid his hand on the pouch of my shorts. My cock started coming alive." "Josh, you're barely twelve years old......." "But I am twelve," he cut in. "Okay, you're twelve, but you're.....well, small. I'm afraid I would hurt you." "Even though my cock was getting hard, I was determined not to take things to that next level. Someday, maybe, but not yet, or so I thought." "You told me the pain goes away and you forget about it." "He had my cock out now and was stroking it. Determined as I was, just seeing his small hand trying to encircle my cock turned me on more than I can say. I was pumping out precum like mad and he leaned over and licked it off. He smacked his lips with a big smile. Godd, that smile alone could melt me and he knew it. My determination began to wane when he started sucking my cock. Considering what he wanted to do, I should never have let him have my cock like that. I had my arm laid across his body and soon my hand was down the back of his shorts. It was like my hand already knew what was going to happen even though I was still fighting it. I wet my finger and slid it along the crack of his ass. He moaned softly around my cock as I began rubbing his asshole." "I told myself I wasn't really preparing him to fucked, that I just wanted to give him the pleasure I knew he loved while he was sucking my cock. I was working him up with my fingers, getting him relaxed for my tongue. That moment never came; he was way ahead of me. We stayed in that position for quite a while, him sucking my cock while I fingered his ass---I was using two fingers now---and at some point he use his drool and shoved his fingers into my ass. We were riding high and I was thinking that in a minute or two, I would slide us off the couch and stretch out on the floor and really get to it. I was so hungry for his ass. Suddenly, he rose up and straddled me, like he'd done before the first time he shoved his cock in my mouth." "Dad, I really want you to fuck me." His voice was soft, even sexy, and very matter of fact. "In the move to straddle me he had shoved his shorts down so his bare butt rested back against my cock. The moment of truth was at hand. I could either refuse and reject him or I could do it. My brain was in turmoil with the decision, even though I do believe the decision had already been made." "Josh, we shouldn't," I said, but I knew we would. "Why not? I want it and I think you do too, and we've come so far." "Was this my twelve year old son talking? I felt so weak; I knew there was no arguing with him. He picked up the packet of lube that had been left on the end table and put it to my mouth. I bit down on the tab and he tore it off. I spit out the tab and he reached back and squeezed the lube on my cock. There was no saying no to him; no turning back. He made a swipe at his ass then rose up over me. My cock tilted forward. He grabbed it and guided it to his ass. My heart was thudding in my chest as he set his pucker firmly onto the head of my cock. I was going to fuck my own son!!" "Take it easy, Son," I whispered. He nodded and began to put pressure on my cock. He was slick, and loose from my fingers, but he still winced when the head of my cock burst through his hole. "Easy," I told him again. "There's no rush." He rode up and down on just the head several times then began to settle down onto my cock. I was breathless as I felt his awesome little ass open up for me, the warm velvety lining enveloping my cock like a glove. "Oh, Dad," he whispered as he slowly descended on my cock. "Ohhhh, Dad!" again as he took the last inch and settled his firm little butt onto my loins. "That feels so good!" He tightened his ass and it felt like he might squeeze it off. He squirmed around, rotating his butt in circles on my loins and thighs. I knew he was forcing my cock against his prostate. "Godd, Dad, I can't believe anything could feel so good. Is it good for you? Wait, let me do this." With that he lifted up and rode back down on my cock. He whimpered with pleasure. He began fucking himself on my cock. "I was helpless, Pete. Totally helpless. My son was in charge. Godd, I have never experienced anything like it in my life. And it wasn't just the sex and the pleasure he was giving me, and himself. It was the overwhelming feeling of love. It was engulfing us.....hell, Pete, I can't even describe it." "You just did," I said. "I envy you." "I know I shouldn't be saying this, but every man should have that experience with his son." "I'm sure Josh would say the same thing," I said. I wanted to hear more. I was hard, wanting to hear more, but I waited for Art to continue on his own. "After a while---as soon as I was able to recover my senses---I took over," he went on. "I took hold of him and stood up and carried him into the bedroom. I laid him across the bed and I assumed the dominate position. He was so happy I did that, he told me later. Pete, I fucked him for an hour. I showed him every position I knew. I said it wasn't about the sex....Pete, I didn't even have to try to hold off. It was all about showing him how much I loved him. It was the most incredible hour of my life." "So, tell me how it ended," I said. "Well, he told me he'd been close so many times and could we cum together. I told him, `Just look in my eyes. Don't look away; I'll get us off together.' And I did. Looking into those deep cobalt eyes, it was like reading his mind. I knew he was there when I saw a little twitch in his upper lip. I leaned down and whispered for him to let it go then I kissed him. I kissed him all the way through it. He started shooting his load first, all over both of us, and when I felt his ass and his prostate going wild, that set me off. I never came so much in my life. I swear, Pete, it felt like I switched to a reserve tank. It gushed out so hard it almost ached." "He felt it, I'm sure," I said. "He did," Art said, smiling proudly. "It was so wonderful....." He had to pause to compose himself. "I thought then, I just filled my boy with the sperm that created him, and it was such a profound thing I almost cried. Like I am about to now," he added, making a swipe across his eyes with his forearm. Again, I waited for Art. "I held him for the longest time, kept my cock buried in his ass, the two of us as one. I told him my thoughts, that he had the sperm that created him inside him. He held me too, said he wanted his body to absorb my sperm. It was a beautiful time." He paused again, I thought this time, to gather his thoughts. "I'm almost ashamed to admit it but I'll tell you Pete, I have no guilt or remorse. What we did was right as rain and to those who think it's wrong, fuck off. I just thank God that Josh had the balls to initiate it." "It was balls, yes," I said, "but it was more that he loves you so much. I truly believe that. And you loved him enough to let it happen." He made another swipe at his eyes. "This is probably not the best place for this," he said, laughing, "but I couldn't wait to tell you." "I'm glad you did." "I had to tell somebody, and who else could I tell?" He laughed again. "And now.....you're gonna love this.....he wants you to fuck him." I laughed softly, looking down at my hands around my beer. "You don't know how honored I am, but I don't want to come between you and Josh. You guys have found each other's core. It's like you're one soul. I don't want to tarnish that." "Thursday is pizza night. Josh wants you there," he said flatly. "What do you want?" I asked. "I want whatever Josh wants," he said. "More than that, I wanta fuck your hard ass while you're fucking Josh." I couldn't argue with that. Part Five I couldn't make it on their Thursday pizza night so we changed it to Saturday afternoon. As I drove out to Art's place I wondered how the afternoon would play out. If according to plan....well, I felt a tightness in my chest at the thought of it. Josh would be the youngest boy I ever fucked. I wondered if he would go through with it. Sure, he wanted to but when it came down to it--when he faced the stark reality of it actually happening, taking my oversized cock in his tiny ass, I couldn't fault him if he changed his mind....and at the last minute, would Art allow it. I certainly couldn't fault him for stepping in at the crucial moment to protect his boy. I would be satisfied just being with the boy. Hell, I would be delighted to have him fuck me instead. I pulled in the drive and went up on the porch. The door opened before I had a chance to knock and there stood Josh in those incredibly sexy, tiny briefs that he knew I loved so well, smiling from ear to ear. I was so happy that he was glad to see me. "Hi, Uncle Pete." "Hi, Josh. You're looking sharp." "I know it's my shorts you like," he said. Art came out of the back wearing brief, bulging boxers. "Hey, Pete." "I was just admiring Josh's shorts." "Yeah, he looks sexy as hell, doesn't he?" he said, coming up to put an arm around the boy's shoulder. I swear, they looked like one of those incredible dad and son drawings by Julius. He stepped over and turned the deadbolt on the lock. "Not taking that chance again," he said. Then he smacked Josh on the butt and told him to get us all something to drink. Art and I sat on each end of the couch, leaving space in the middle for Josh. I was a bit taken aback when Josh came in with three beers. Art took his, with a frowning smile. "You said to get us something to drink," Josh said. He handed me a beer then sat between us. I hadn't noticed till then what was playing on the TV. It was a porn movie starring one of my favorite porn actors, an incredibly good looking and built guy named Brandon. I was surprised at that, too, that we were going to be watching porn, but I thought it was sort of neat that there was that kind of tight relationship between Art and Josh, that they could be comfortable watching porn together. We sat quietly for several minutes as I wondered again how this would all go down....if I should start something, if Art would, or if we would wait for Josh to initiate things. Then Art set his beer on the end table and reached over to clasp his hand over the front of Josh's shorts. "This looks like a good place to warm up my hand," he said as he began squeezing the bulge there. Josh sat very still, clasping his beer with both hands wrapped around the bottle. "You've been dying to see Pete's cock hard....I bet he would like to see yours hard," he said. He glanced over at me. "But you're overdressed, Pete." "We can fix that," I said. I set my beer aside and stood up, peeling off my T-shirt. Art took Josh's beer and set it aside, freeing up his hands. Young Josh reached for my belt. While he was undoing my belt then my buttons, I stepped out of my sneakers. He pulled my jeans down to my knees and focused on my shorts. By that I mean he seemed transfixed on the bulge in my shorts. He just stared at it with his hands running up and down my thighs. I couldn't tell if he was afraid of it or impressed. "Are my hands too cold?" he asked timidly. "No, your hands feel good," I said. Josh pulled my jeans down and Art helped take them off of me. Josh took hold of my butt and ran his hands up inside my shorts as he pressed his face against the bulge, his mouth open. My cock, being slow to get hard, nonetheless responded to the boy's hot breath and his tongue. Josh moved his mouth along the tube, searching for the head. When he found it he locked his mouth tightly around it. My shorts were becoming soaked with his spit. "You've been waiting a long time for this," he said as he tugged the front of my shorts down. "There you go," as my cock fell free, hanging thick and heavy in the boy's face. "Ohhhh!" he gasped softly, and his eyes widened with surprise. I watched it lift and sway as the powerful pulsations pushed it to ever increasing size. It had about an inch and a half to go to reach its full size. Josh took it in his hand, then wrapped his other hand around it. It dwarfed his small hands; his fingers would only reach about half way around it and there was room for a third hand his size. Again, Art moved things along. He suddenly leaned over and licked off the precum that was about to drop. "Don't wanta waste it," he said. I sort of wished he would let things play out at Josh's own pace. Josh seemed mesmerized by my cock. He just kept staring at it as he explored it, his hands still clasped around my butt. "Your cock is so big," he said in a hoarse whisper as he drew one hand from my butt to cup my balls. My balls overflowed his hands as well. He leaned in then to lick off some more precum that had oozed out and was about to drop off. He licked his lips and when I milked my cock to push out more precum, he did it again. I glanced at Art who was smiling. I sucked in a tiny gasp as Josh took the head of my cock in his mouth. He lavered it with his tongue then sucked more of it into his mouth till the head was pressing anxiously against the opening of his throat. Now it as my turn to be mesmerized, watching this twelve year old boy's full lips distended around the girth of my cock. It looked almost grotesque except for the boy's sweet, innocent look. Art got up from the couch, knelt behind me and pulled my shorts off. Then he buried his face in my ass. I moaned softly as he licked along the crack, pulling it apart to go in deeper. My own mouth was watering as I eyed the impressive bulge in Josh's shorts but I didn't want to interrupt what Josh and his dad were doing. Suddenly Art moved over and buried his face in Josh's crotch. He groaned with surprise and lifted his butt to let his dad pull his briefs off. He groaned louder when Art took his cock in his mouth. Josh was a good little cocksucker, thanks to all the practice on his dad. And, he wanted it. It was such a wonderful thing to see, my cock in his mouth and the determination on his innocent boyish, and both his hands around my cock. I wished Julius could be there to sketch us. Suddenly he reared back from my cock. "Oh, Dad....Dad, I'm about to cum!" he said as he tried to push Art's head away. "I don't wanta cum yet!" Art rose up, wiping his mouth and smiling. "Okay, why don't we take a little break and take this to the bed," he said. I caught only a glimpse of Josh's cock but got an eyeful of his awesome little butt as he walked in front of me to the bedroom. In the bedroom, Art shucked his shorts and I removed my socks while Josh stretched out on the bed, his cock quivering up over his stomach; my first real look at the boy's manhood. I was always well hung, even as a boy, way bigger than my friends, but I didn't remember how big a twelve year old boy was supposed to be. What I guessed was about four and a half inches looked good on Josh, and he was thick like his dad. "Do you wanta sit on my chest, Pete?" he asked rather shyly. "Yes, I would like that." I climbed on and straddled him but I didn't want to put my weight on his chest so I stayed more on my haunches, my cock swaying out over his face. Josh took it in both hands and guided it to his mouth. What a beautiful sight it was, his mouth stretched around the girth; it reminded me of the boys in Hun comics. "Swallow it," his dad said. "I could get all this down my throat," Josh said. "You can if you do it before he gets hard. Show him, Pete." "Do you think I could, Uncle Pete?" he asked, looking up at me with those killer boyish eyes. "Have you ever had any young boys take it all the way?" "None as young as you but I'm sure you can if you want to bad enough. But I don't want to force you." Determined little shit that he was, he tried forcing the head in his throat. He did pretty good but panicked when he tried to swallow it down. I caressed his cheeks as I pulled my cock away. "There's another way that's easier," I said. "Show me," he said. I stepped off the bed and maneuvered Josh crossways on the bed with his head hanging over the edge of the mattress. I held his head in my hand and gently caressed his neck with my fingers. "Relax your throat, and don't panic," I said as I laid the head of my cock in his waiting mouth. I eased forward and my cock slid through the opening of his throat with ease. Josh moaned and his eyes widened but he didn't panic. I sank more and more of my thick meat into the tight, live confines of his throat till my balls dragged across his forehead, then he had it all. I could hardly believe it myself; poor Josh must have been happily horrified to have nearly ten inches of thick cock buried in his throat. I held it there for a moment while he swallowed over and over again, milking my cock with his throat muscles. Before he had a chance to panic, I eased back, extracting my cock from his throat then pulled it from between his lips. "Wow, I did it! Did you see that, Dad?" he exclaimed proudly. "It was awesome, Josh." "Let's see you do it," Josh said. "I don't know if I can, you got him harder," Art said but he was already lying across the bed beside his son. He laid his head over the edge of the mattress between my legs and reached overhead for my butt. I took it slow and easy even though we'd done this before. Josh looked on in awe, and I believe a lot of pride, in his dad and in himself. At one point when I was fucking Art's throat, Josh reached over and felt of his dad's neck. "Did my neck bulge out like that?" he asked. I told him yes and he smiled. Then I asked, "Are you ready to get fucked, Josh?" "Yess!" he said eagerly. Then he laughed and added, "If Dad will let go of your cock." "I'll just take it away from him," I joked as I pulled my cock free. It sprung up like a steel spring. It was harder than usual. I maneuvered Josh around on the bed and crouched down between his legs. I brought his legs onto my shoulders then spread them wide apart till they were almost straight out. "I wanta get you ready first," I told him. I wasn't going to fuck him in that position. I would turn him over on his stomach so he would have some control over how deep I went by tightening his butt muscles. He nodded. Getting him ready meant I was going to eat his beautiful, tender young ass. I pushed his legs toward him and he took hold of his ankles so he was turned up in half and spread wide apart. My mouth was watering at the mere sight of his tender young, smooth ass. I bent down and buried my face in his ass and began licking his hole. He cried out in joyful surprise and hunkered his butt up even more for me. It dawned on me at that moment how perfectly a man's face fits between the twin mounds of another man or boy' ass; as it were specially designed for this. I formed a suction with my mouth locked tightly around his hole and sucked hard, drawing his asshole open and when I released the suction his asshole drew my tongue in. I pulled his hole open more with my fingers so I could drive my tongue deeper. He squealed with delight. "Oh, Godd, Pete!!.... Ohhh.... Ohhhh.... Ohhh, yeah.... I love it what you're doing, Pete.... Oh, fuck, yeah, eat me out." I thought that he could talk like that and use the word fuck in front of his dad. I tongued his ass for a bit then used a finger, still licking all around his ass. When I found his prostate he went off the deep end. I'm never sure when a boy's prostate develops to the point of pleasure (I was twenty three when I lost my virginity) but Josh's love nut had obviously reached that state. When he reached for his cock his dad pushed his hand away. A few minutes later he was whimpering and begging for my cock. I looked at Art and he nodded. He had the lube in his hand. He drizzled some in Josh's asshole that was still open, and some on my cock. I set the head against the boy's hole and he squirmed around against it. He was ready but he was scared. I could see the fear in his eyes. I almost backed out, but I knew he was also very, very curious. "Okay, I want you to tell me if it's too much for you," I said. He nodded. I wondered if he was too frozen with fear to speak and I weakened. I leaned down and brushed kisses across his forehead. "We don't have to do this, Josh," I said softly. "I can just use my finger, I know you like that." "I want to," he said in a tiny, meek voice. "All right, but don't be afraid to change your mind." I stayed hovered over him, my face just above his. "I want you to look at me, Josh. Keep looking right in my eyes. I know you wanta do this, and I want to help you through it. Look in my eyes and I'll talk you through it." His eyes locked on mine and he nodded. I pushed the head of my cock against his asshole. I could only imagine what that must look like, the broad head of my cock against his tiny hole. I felt the give, not of his asshole but the muscles surrounding it. He had a surprisingly calm look on his face. I knew that was about to change. I pushed harder and felt his asshole begin to part. I paused every centimeter as his hole stretched around the curvature of my cockhead. I counted them in my head.... one... two... three... four... five..... "You doing okay?" I asked. He nodded and said, "Yes" but with a wince as the head pushed through and his tight, tender asshole locked around the flanged rim. The wince was followed by a pained look and he pressed his head back in the pillow with a sharp intake of air. I could feel his sphincter squeezing around my meat. "Is that still a yes?" I asked. He nodded again. "Okay, look at me, Josh, we're going in. Keep squeezing my cock with your ass muscles, it'll make it feel better quicker." He nodded, with a determined look on his face. I eased in, very slowly, my eyes fixed on his face. At the slightest expression of pain, I would stop. But there wasn't any; only that look of hard determination. "Josh, am I hurting you?" I asked finally. He shook his head no. "Would you tell me if I was hurting you?" He nodded. "You're a terrible liar, Josh," I said, causing him to laugh. I glanced down at our juncture and paused. I was more than half way in but there was still a lot of cock between us. I decided that was as far as I would go and I started fucking him. "Ohh, Pete, that feels so good," he cooed. I glanced over at Art. He was smiling and I thought I saw tears in his eyes. I motioned him over and mouthed, "hold him." He lay with the boy with his arm under him. "It feels so good, Dad," Josh said. "I know. I'm glad. Pete knows how to fuck." "I wish you could both fuck me at the same time." Art and I looked at each other and the message was clear; we wouldn't go there. If he didn't know it was possible, we were certainly not going to tell him. "I wanta cum in you, Josh," I told him. "Yes, definitely. I wanta feel it," he said. "Then you know what would be great? I saw this in one of those porn videos." "That you're not watching anymore," I joked. "Yes, I'm not watching them but I don't see why I can't. In a way, we're making our own porn, except we're not videoing it." "What would be great?" Art asked him. "When Pete shoots his load in me--but not too soon--and then pulls out-but not too soon--it'd be great if you rim me and get his cum and then kiss me and feed it to me." "My God, you're turning into a regular little pervert," Art said. "No more than you and Pete," he said. "Pete's fucking me, and you fucked me first. Ohhh! Awwhh! You went in deeper all of a sudden!" he gasped. "Sorry, I lost my toe hold," I joked. "You haven't been using all of your cock, have you?" he accused. "Enough to make you moan," I said. "I thought I was taking it all," he whined, "and all along, you've cheating me. I wanted it all, to take it like a man." "You're fourteen years old, Josh, you're not a man," I said. "You said it feels good, so enjoy what you can handle." "I wanted it all!" he said, and before we knew what he was up to, he hunkered his ass up and forced all of my cock inside his ass. "AWWWHHH! Oh, Fuck! OOhhhhhhhh!" he groaned. His head was tossed back and I thought I saw his eyes roll back in his head before he closed them. I was afraid he might be passing out. I started to pull out but he was awake enough to lock his legs around my waist and hold me in place. I tried to wrest free but he had a hard and tight grip around me and he was fucking himself with gusto. The more I tried to disengage us the tighter he held on and the harder he fucked himself. He was like a boy possessed. He won. He started cumming, and his asshole clenching and quivering around my cock brought me off. The floodgates burst open and I felt my cum gushing through my cock and spurting out in great torrents. "Ohh, Godd, Pete, you're cumming! I can feel it shooting in me! Ohhh, fuck, it's so good.....keep cumming, Pete.....fill me up with your cum!" I didn't have any choice. This fourteen year old boy had bested me and I was going down in defeat. I came so hard, my asshole hurt and my balls ached. He drained me and his tight, young asshole still kept squeezing my cock and he kept fucking himself. "Geezuss, Josh, I don't have any more!" I moaned. His convulsions began to subside and his body went limp. "I think he's had it," Art said. "He's had it. I'm barely hanging on by my toenails," I said. "My God, Art, he's a fuck machine. What's he going to be in a few years? You may have to keep him chained up," I joked. I was so weak I was barely able to dismount. When I did I looked down to see his beautiful young asshole gaping wide open. I could see my cum deep inside him. I kept him tilted so it wouldn't drain out. "I want him to close up," I said. "He would be mad if we let it drain out. When he wakes up we'll both rim him and all of share it." I stretched out beside Josh and Art he immediately bent over and took my cock in his mouth. He took several minutes to clean and drain me then he lay beside me. "I think we've awakened a little monster," I said. "Yes, and it worries me," Art said. "How so?" "You've seen how bold and aggressive he can be. I'm afraid he's going to want to broaden his horizons, either with other men, or with other boys; his friends. We can't have that. We can't let things get out of control. I need you to stay, Pete, so we can talk to him. We have to make him understand that this is a potentially dangerous situation, and you're the key." "Why and how am I the key? You're his father." "He worships you. He worships your big cock......." "And now that he's had a real taste of it, things are only going to get worse," I finished for him. "I get our point. I'll stay and we'll have the talk. First, you have to lay down the ground rules, let him know he cannot branch out on his own; it has to stay between the three of us. I'll reinforce it." "How?" "I'll tell him if he even thinks about violating your rules, he will never see me or my cock again." "I think that might do it," Art said, laughing "Never underestimate the power of cock," I said. The End