Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2003 16:24:13 EST
From: Texanuc@aol.com
Subject: Marine Father & Son -01

Hey guys, this just happened to me and I am still reeling from the
experience.  Hard to believe that it happened.

I hosted the latest meeting of the men's nudist group, just looking forward
to a great evening with a group of guys who enjoy being naked in a social
setting.  Normal format--bring your own towel to sit on and check all
clothes at the door.  Usual crowd was there, and we were having a great
time talking about the trials and tribulations of being gay nudists and
having to put up with the rest of the world.  A couple of other guys and me
are lucky--self-employed and telecommuting from home--so don't have to go
through the routine of getting dressed and driving to an office.

And then Tim walked in the front door.  Being the host, I answered his
knock.  Being a new member, it was his first time to attend a meeting, and
it was very obvious that he was nervous.  Of course everyone got up to
welcome him into the group, and he quickly stripped down to join us.

He was a real hot man, and I found it hard not to spring a woodie.  Tim was
a 6'2" retired Marine, in his late 40's, and still in fighting form.
Muscles everywhere, and very hairy except for his shaved head.  Furry
chest, legs, arms, back, and a forest seemed to be growing out of his butt
crack.  And a nice, soft 4" uc dick resting on a couple of big, hairy
balls.  What a sight!

The evening progressed with a lot of good conversation, dancing, swimming
in the pool out back.  Just a normal monthly meeting of naked guys.  Being
the host, and having the hots for Tim, I spent a lot of time with him
making sure that he was comfortable and having a good time.  He slowly
joined into the group and really came alive in the pool, joining into the
splashing and horse play.

Slowly, people started leaving around midnight until, at 1 a.m., Tim and I
were alone in the spa.  We were chatting, and he mentioned that he found it
refreshing that a group of guys could get together and spend the evening
naked without sex being the main objective.  I reminded him of the rules of
the club, but also mentioned that they didn't apply after the meetings.
After that, he reached over and grabbed my hand to place it on his crouch,
which was rapidly growing to its full 9" length.

Of course I groaned with pleasure and started stroking him, and he grabbed
my wood, rubbing around my head and getting under my skin.  We kissed.  And
then he whispered that his son was home from San Diego and might like to
join us, if I didn't mind.  Hell, he could have invited the entire corps as
far as I was concerned.  I said "OK" and got him the phone and he called
Junior.  After a couple of minutes, he hung up and said that we would have
company in about 10 minutes.

My mind was racing with the thought of Tim and a junior version of him in
my pool and hot tub.  I asked if I should put on something to open the door
when Junior arrived and got the answer of "just me".  Asked what that
meant, and Tim told me that we would be at the door with me on my knees
sucking him down my throat when he opened the door for Junior.  OK - fine
with me - let's not be bashful.  Especially with the thought of two hot
marines for the rest of the night!

We sat at the bar talking and stroking each other until we heard the car
drive up and the door slam.  I got down on my knees by the door and Tim
shoved his horse-cock through my lips The bell rang, Tim counted to five,
and opened the door.

I looked up and almost chocked--there was a younger carbon copy of Tim
waiting to get in.  Same build, big bulge in his shorts, great legs.  I
spit out Dad's cock, stood, and pulled Junior in.  He had a big shit-eating
grin on his face and said "Dad, I knew you were up to no good when you left
tonight, but this is great!  Thanks for sharing."

Tim noticed my surprised look and told me that he and Junior had been very
close since the wife/mother had run off with another jarhead when Junior
was 18.  Wanting to be like his dad, Junior had joined the Marines when he
graduated from high school to follow in his dad's footsteps.  As it turned
out, he was usually in front.

Junior stripped down, and I was surprised to see that his shaved head
matched the rest of his body--as smooth as mine.  He explained that his dad
didn't like the competition and shaved him so there would be no doubt on
who was the boss.  Plus, it helped him get in and out of the wet suit since
he was training to be a SEAL.

No complaints from me.  Drinks for all and we moved back to the hot tub.  I
was placed between Tim and his son and soon found out that would be my
position for the rest of the morning.  They liked to play around with a guy
(ME!) with Tim plowing into me while I rode Junior.  Didn't take too much
convincing.

After stroking two almost identical dicks and enjoying every stroke, Junior
said that he had an itch and draped his hot hairless body over the side.
He reached back and spread his cheeks, so I dove in and tongued like there
was no tomorrow.  Tim was behind me, massaging my ass and playing with my
hole, encouraging me to dig deeper.  We kept this routine going until
Junior begged me to feed my cock to him and let his dad take me.

Hey guys, who can refuse an offer like that?  Junior got up on his knees
and opened wide, grabbed me, and guided me into his hot hole.  I was trying
to slide in gently when Tim shoved his rod all the way into me.  We were
quickly plastered ass to stomach to ass to stomach. Man, was it hot.  I
just kept position as Tim senior pounded my butt which drove me into Tim
junior.  Senior humped me faster and faster, and I grabbed Junior's cock
and balls to try to maintain position.

The stimulation worked.  Junior shot all over the deck in big gushes of
white cream.  His ass muscles choked my cock and I shot, which caused Tim
Senior to fill my butt with his man load.  Spasm after spasm rocked us
until we finally fell into a heap, and then finally rolled back into the
spa.

After we got back to earth, we took a leisurely swim in the pool and sat on
the steps at the shallow end.  Tim said that they should probably be
getting home.  I offered to let them spend the night, mentioning my
waterbed and a promise of breakfast in bed, depending on what they might
want.  They looked at each other, winked, and decided to stay.

We got out of the pool and toweled each other off and walked slowly into my
bedroom, me in the middle of father and son, my hands playing with two hard
sets of hard marine glutes.  I had visions of learning more about the
SEALS, and the man that had fathered one of them.

Want to hear about breakfast in bed?  Let me know at texanuc@aol.com