Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2002 11:21:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: Rob Andresen <malricnyc@excite.com>
Subject: Truly, the Best Man - 3

	I was still tired, especially now.  I had been out all night,
drinking and fucking my way through Chicago's gay bars before ending up at
Dad's where Pete and I got it on together.  Damn but he has a beautiful
cock!  And he sure knew how to use it on me!
	And yet, somehow, I felt a lot more alive than I had ever felt
before.  Coming out to myself was a major load lightener for me and I guess
I felt complete and comfortable with myself for the first time.
	But the night was beginning to take its toll on me as we climbed
the stairs to the second floor where the kitchen was.  As we came around
the corner of the stairs, Dad was coming down around the other side from
the bedrooms on the third floor.
	He was a little surprised to see me, but then why would he know
anything about what I had gone through?  He was so cute in his floppy
shorts, a twin to the pair Pete was wearing.  Course, who was I to
criticize fashions?  I was still just wearing a towel.
	Dad and I sat down in the living room while Pete got us some juice
to get some liquid in me, well, other than his cream that is.  I flushed a
little with that thought but Dad didn't seem to notice.  He was, however,
obviously wondering what I was doing here.
	When Pete came over with the juices, I drank mine almost completely
and set the glass down on the table, leaned back and looked into Dad's
beautiful eyes.
	"Well, Dad, there isn't going to be a wedding, I'm afraid.  Brianna
crossed the line and I had it out with her so she threw me out.  But when
she did, I finally came to realize that I never really wanted to marry her
in the first place."
	"I see, " he replied.
	"Well, Dad, actually you don't quite, yet.  I spent the rest of the
night getting drunk and, well, coming to an understanding with myself."
Pete choked on his juice at that one but I gave him a glare and he kept his
laughing inside for now.
	"Um, well Dad, I guess I finally figured out that I'm really gay
and was just trying to hide it from myself."
	Dad sat in stunned silence while Pete continued to chuckle on the
other side of me.  I looked into his eyes and watched as his expression
went from stunned silence to a wry grin.
	"Well, son, I guess there's something in the genes since both your
brother and I are also gay.  I'm just glad you figured it out for yourself
before you went and did something like I did and got married."
	I hugged him then and for some stupid reason I started crying
again.  Maybe I was just so happy to be accepted and to be able to come to
grips with myself.  Pete came over and hugged the both of us, laughing as
he wrapped his warm arm across my shoulder.
	We sat there for a few moments before I realized that Dad kinda
smelled a bit, having not yet had his shower. But it was a warm, masculine
musky smell and his chest fur, rubbing against my nipples was making me
aroused.  We leaned back from the embrace, our faces close to one another
and the smiles we shared an obvious genetic connection.
	Pete looked down and laughed at me, my cock having poked its way
out from under the towel.  But when I looked down, I realized that Dad had
also become aroused, his massive member stretched out from under the worn
cloth of his shorts to peek up at me.
	I looked up at Dad and he grinned.  "I guess we share a great many
things, don't we son?"  And with that, he leaned forward and kissed me, his
rough stubbly upper lip sandpapering sensations onto mine.
	I groaned and opened myself to his tongue, mine tenderly toying
with his own erect muscle as Pete rubbed the back of my neck.  I moaned
with the joy of finding myself and now finding my Father in a new and
exciting way.
	Pete kneeled down in front of me and Dad and removed my towel from
its meager efforts at hiding my beer can cock.  I felt his hand caressing
me to fullness and then his tentative tongue caress as he licked a drop of
juice from my piss slit.
	I moaned into Dad's mouth and he did the same as Pete apparently
moved his oral ministrations to Dad's growing member.  I wanted to see my
brother swallowing my Dad's meat so I leaned back and watched as ten inches
of hard man mast disappeared into my brother's gaping jaws.
	Dad leaned back and allowed my brother to tackle his monster with
lust, drool and pre-cum mixing to ooze down the sides of that magnificent
shaft.  But Dad wasn't about to leave me out of things.  He gasped me under
the arms and lifted me forward until I figured out what he really wanted.
	Yeah, I knew that Dad was an expert cocksucker, I had heard the
rumors and maybe that was partly why I tried to hide from myself.  So I
stood on the sofa, my feet on either side of his hips, with Pete sliding
between our legs and placed my prick against his lips.
	Dad teased a drop of pearly cream from my cock with his hands and
licked it up, a string pulling between his lips and my cock head.  He
swirled his tongue around my burgeoning crown and laved it with his lip
lube, drawing even more juice from its interior.
	Then he showed me how experienced he was by taking its entire width
in a single swallow, not straining like Pete had done, burying my length in
his velvety oral embrace.  I groaned in earnest as sensations danced along
my cock vein, Dad's tongue playing a melody on my instrument.
	I didn't have to do a thing, just balance myself against the back
of the sofa as he sucked the juice from my meat.  He was too good and I
felt the rising tide of climax thrilling through my balls as I cried out in
joy and release.  Dad swallowed my load, somehow replenished from the one I
had given Pete earlier, and teased every drop from my shaft, his tongue
forcing juice from the pit of my cum reservoir.
	I leaned over, my cock popping from Dad's lips, and kissed him, my
own cream still coating some of his mouth.  I looked down and Pete glanced
up at me, knowing what I wanted next.  He lifted his lips from Dad's
monster and I slowly sat down as Pete guided the shaft that made me inside
my twitching ass.
	Dad groaned as I slid my love sheath over his man-sword, his sharp
entry piercing my climax haze with a jolt of energy.  I took it like the
man I was, burying his shaft inside me, his cock head twitching against my
prostate and driving juice from some unknown reservoir up and out of my
dick to drool along its glistening side.
	I lifted myself off my Dad and dropped back into his lap, pounding
my own prostate with his member and drooling more cream from my cock.  Dad
groaned in delight as I clenched my ass cheeks and milked his cream from
its holding pen.  Pete rose and climbed on the sofa between us, his cock
dangling toward Dad's hungry lips and his man hole winking at me.
	As Dad swallowed my brother, I continued to do my squats and on the
rise, I licked along Pete's ass valley and poked into his love chute with
my tongue.  Pete loved this, groaning each time I wet his pucker hole.
Soon we were in a rhythm, me sliding up and down Dad's cock, Pete moving
forward to bury his meat in Dad's face, then, as I rose up, he leaned back
to allow my face to bury itself in his cheeks.
	I braced myself against Pete's ass and hips, opening the cleft wide
for easier access as I pumped myself on Dad.  Apparently, Pete was unable
to hold back from Dad's efforts either and buried his cock in the hungry
mouth that held remnants of my load, grunting as shot after creamy shot
poured forth from his loins.
	That seemed to set Dad off as he moaned through his son's creamy
load and began bucking his hips to force his own cock deeper into me.  The
first shot of cum pounded against my prostate and suddenly I realized that
I was about to shoot my own load, without even touching myself!  As Dad
filled my hole with his frothy cream, I sprayed a juicy load across his
chest, one shot even hitting Pete in the ass to hang from hairy cheeks
before I saw it and licked it off.
	Our sculpture fell apart then, exhaustion overcoming all efforts as
Pete collapsed on one side of Dad and I did the same on the other side.
Dad wrapped his arms around us, his two boys, as we snuggled against his
warm body still steaming with the liquid love that I had sprayed.
	"Well, boys.  I think we've got a lot ahead of us now.  But for
right now, it's time to head back to bed so we can all get some much needed
rest.  There's time for talk later."
	And as we walked up the stairs to the bedroom, hand in hand
together, I realized that I had truly found the best men in the world.


A fitting ending?  Let me know!

Rob