Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2018 00:03:06 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: The Pervert's Sons chapter 3


			     THE PERVERT'S SON
                                       By
                       Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin

DISCLAIMER: This story is about a man who will have sex with just about
anything that moves and corrupts his two willing young sons.  If it has
literary merit, then I am glad. If not, maybe it got you hard.  It is
fiction even though it is told in the first person.


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				THREE
            SHOUTING ABOUTT THE LOVE THAT DARES NOT SPEAK ITS NAME


	I needed some dick.

	I saw two boys dancing, the way boyfriends do not the way two bulls
on the prowl do.  They were over 18 but under 21 and, therefore, had no
business being there.  But there they were, delightful pieces of chicken.
The taller was blonde, thin and little vacant.  The shorter one was skinny
and had long dark hair that fell unkempt over his face, a deliberate
fashion choice.  He was the cunning one.  I offered them drinks and
suggested some herb.  They agreed happily on both counts.  I told them my
business and they were interested.

	 I took them home.  Blondie, named Dillon, was buzzed and giggly.
The dark one, named Christian, was in control.  "This like a casting couch
thing?"  he asked.

	"You got the job no matter what happens.  I would like to have a
little fun, though. " I assured them.

	Blondie snuggled up against me as we entered, lightly tugging at my
crotch.  "We don't mind a three way, especially if you got more weed."

	I retrieved another quarter and a bong.  When I got back, Dillon
was naked on the couch while Christian was still dressed: black pants,
black tee, a single black glove and black nail polish.  I plopped down
between them, also in a black tee and black briefs.  We didn't talk much
before Christian had slipped down between my knees and stripped off my
briefs.  I was all ready hard.  He slathered my dick with long tongue
strokes.  Before swallowing me whole, Christian flitted his tongue lightly
around the head of my dick.  He couldn't take the whole thing but I could
tell that the boy had some experience pleasing men. His cocksucking
technique was solid.  Sitting beside me nude, Dillon stroked his hard dick
watching his boyfriend go down on me.  It felt great, my dick in his hot
mouth.

	"Suck it, boy" I encouraged him.

	My balls drew up as he kept going.  But despite how good it felt, I
felt bad for a moment that I wasn't filming it.  These two boys were hot
and they liked to play.  That is a perfect combination for me.  Pulling off
my dick, Christian stripped off his shirt.  Dillon helped me off with mine
and I was fully naked, my natural and preferred state.  Christian stripped
down to his underwear, black sheer fabric that was see through.  He was
hard too, just from sucking.  He jumped back on my dick with abandon.
Reaching over, he pulled his boyfriend down to join in.  Between them, they
gave my pole a thorough tongue bath.  I could grunt and groan in pleasure.

	There is nothing better than head given by a boy who knows what he
is doing.  These two did.  One would take my sensitive head in his mouth,
sucking and tonguing it.  The other would lick the shaft.  They'd pull off
and kiss each other briefly before going back to work.  They clambered onto
the couch, licking my body before the three of us kissed sloppily.  Wanting
to keep my dick happy, I stroked it and admired their lithe bodies.  Both
boys were, I was glad to see, hung above average and hard as a rock.
Christian stayed up on the couch, squirming with excitement as he kissed
me, while Dillon went back down on my dick.  They were young and nubile and
hot as mother fuckers.  My juices were really flowing.  I wanted to taste
Christian's boyhood, so I maneuvered him up onto the back of the couch to
suck him off even as his boyfriend did me.

	After a while, we changed it around. Christian hung off the end of
the couch while I face fucked him but he was getting serviced by his
boyfriend.  Dillon was really going to town on him and I was shoving in
Christian's mouth fast and furious, almost to the point of making him
choke.  It was like my dick was popping with electricity, it felt that
good.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adam hiding in the darkness of
the hallway behind us, watching.  It was the movement that drew my
attention.  He was jerking himself.  Well, my boy. I thought, get ready for
a show.

	Dillon threw his boyfriends legs up and started to rim him.  He was
working on his pucker even as I continued to face fuck him.  In fact, he
was eating his ass like a starving man with ice cream. Really slurping it
up.  I was hoping that Adam was still watching and I cut my eyes over to
make sure he was.  This is information the kid needs, seeing as how he is
queer and all.  It takes a real fag to eat ass.  Even though Christian was
enjoying the butt play, I figured it was time to do so some real fucking.
Getting a condom on and lubing up, I sat on the couch and Christian climbed
aboard, sitting on my dick owboy.  My stiff pole slid up his tight shit
chute and his butt muscles tightened around it.  A boy's ass is tighter
than any pussy, I'll tell you that. He bounced up and down on my dick, his
own hard on flopping up and down.  Like a lot of skinny boys, he was well
hung and his dick would bounce off my flat belly.

	He was enjoying it and I was too.  But Dillon was getting left out,
a problem with three-ways.  I had him get in position so I could suck him
off while his boyfriend rode me.  The kid was pretty well hung himself but
I am a well traveled cocksucker.  I could deep throat him even as Christian
was panting hard from the butt fucking.  It didn't take long before I could
taste the bitter, slimy warmth of Dillon nutting in my mouth.  Only a
minute more and Christian, grunting loudly, shot his load onto my chest.
He had come just from being fucked.  That was sweet and it drove me over
the edge.  I filled the rubber with my spunk, in a final wave of masculine
pleasure.

	By morning, Dillon and Christian were long gone but I had made
arrangements to film them.  They were too hot to pass up.  I knew that they
would be popular on the site.  At breakfast, Adam was acting all pissy but
he didn't say anything as long as Joe, happy and chatty as usual, was
around.  Only later, when I was in the office editing a scene did Adam come
in.

	"You had people over last night" he said accusingly, standing at
the door.

	"Sure did"

	"You shouldn't do that, not out where he can see you.  He's too
young."

	I spun around in my chair.  I was tired of his attitude.
"Bullshit.  He knows what a dick is used for.  And he's not too young when
you want to fuck around with him. "

	"I don't know what you're talking about."  There was guilt in his
voice.  Adam was being called out for molesting his little brother.
Actually, I didn't care.  It wasn't like Joe was complaining.  I just
wanted to make a point.

	"There are some facts that both of you need to wrap your heads
around.  First and most important, there is going to be fucking going on.
The roof over your head is paid for by fucking.  The clothes on your back
are paid for by fucking.  The food in your belly is paid for by fucking.
It always has.  So in this house, fucking is permitted.  If you want to
fuck, fuck.  If Joe wants to fuck, he can fuck.  If you want to party,
we'll party.  The only thing not allowed is getting caught doing something
illegal and being a fucking moralizing prick.  We're not a nice suburban
family that goes to church all well scrubbed on Sunday.  If that's what you
want you are shit out of luck."

	"Yeah, I got that" Adam sulked before he stomped off.

	All right kid, I thought, go away pissed off.  He'll be back.
There is no way that mine and Amber's son is going to be some sort of
social conservative.  Horn dog fuck machine is hardwired into his DNA.
Given a choice, he'll be like a moth to a flame to the lifestyle I offer.
Sure enough, in about 30 minutes, he was back in the door way.

	"I'm gay" he announced.

	"I figured"

	"It doesn't bother you?"

	"Fuck no.  In the closet is a couple of cases of lube.  Get a
bottle and some condoms."

	"Can I look at the porn?"

	"Absolutely.  I'll give you a user id and password. Jack off 10
times a day"

	Adam shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.  "Aren't you
going to ask how I know for sure?  Mom did."

	"I guess you ought to know what makes your dick hard."

	"When did you know?"

	"I'm not gay.  I'm bi but younger than you," I replied, turning in
my chair to face him.  "I remember I was in middle school, probably 12 or
maybe 13.  We had to change for PE and all the boys had tightie whitey's.
I was real interested in who had a bulge and who didn't.  Who had underarm
hair and hairy legs and who didn't.  There was this one boy, a ninth
grader, a fucking stud.  He was getting dressed across the bench from me
and one day he adjusted himself down there.  I got a good eyeful of his
pubic hair.  Now that was a real turn-on.  But I didn't do anything other
than whack off all the time until I was 15.  I was 15, he was 12.  We had
one hell of summer.  After that, I didn't do anything until I fucked a girl
at 17.  You know, the one thing I regret about my sex life, the only regret
I have, is that I wasted those 4 or 5 years not fucking."

	Adam looked down and bit his lip.  "My mom was a bitch"

	"If you say so"

	"She didn't like you because you were a fag"

	"well, I don't give a shit if you are.  And if Joe wants pussy or
dick or both, more power to him.  Go for it."

	"So we can fuck all we want?" Adam asked with lascivious half smile

	"Sure as shit, kid. I don't need no fucking innocence around here.
You'll be happier and easier to get along with."