Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2021 21:38:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Boy Daddy Subject: BOY DADDY, Chapter 28 "Boy Daddy" -- Badgod69@yahoo.com The following is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. Shoot me an email -- I like hearing from readers. Please, consider donating to Nifty, and keep porn free. BOY DADDY, Part 28 A couple of weeks flew by while we settled comfortably into our new home, no longer feeling like squatters in the big, old house. Sam's 18th birthday was on the horizon, and my 30th was right around the corner. I teased Sam about his not being jailbait anymore, and how we could now do time together in the same prison. He teased me back by calling me `old man'. Our teasing made us laugh, but it also stung a bit. The idea of turning 30 was freaking me out some, I'll confess, but only because I didn't know how much longer I could pass for being Sam's brother. Pretty much everyone outside the family assumed I was still in my very early 20s; that assumption worked to my advantage when it came to hitting-on some of the younger tweens at our weekend parties. Sam was scandalized when I told him I was thinking about shaving off my goatee. I hadn't been clean-shaven in years, and I was curious to see what I looked like without my beard. Sam told me I'd look too young if I shaved, which made me laugh, but I'll admit it also stroked my vanity. "What's `too young'?" I asked. "Dude, you'll look younger than me!" he complained. And then we both laughed our asses off at the idea. Sam, with his own birthday milestone fast approaching, had misgivings about becoming a legal adult. The weight of adulthood with its expected decisions and responsibilities wasn't something he happily welcomed or embraced. His chief worry was that his freedom in all things would now somehow be curtailed. Using myself as an example, I assured him it needn't be that way. But by the same token, I encouraged him to hurry up and find a girl to marry and have kids with. I was eager to be a young grandfather, always had been; all for perverted reasons, of course. Sam knew it, and we frequently fantasized about how much fun it would be for both of us. Those taboo conversations always led to incredible sex. I finally did shave off my goatee, after warning Sam on his way out the door one morning that my face would be smooth as a baby's ass when he got home from school. It was shocking. I looked like a big, over-grown kid. I was horrified and thrilled at the same time. I couldn't stop looking in the mirror, amazed at the radical difference my beard had made. Predictably, it also made me outrageously horny, and when I stepped back for a full-length view, I just had to jack-off to my own image -- a strapping, hairy, `boy' with a grown man's dick. The image was wildly incongruous and perverse; I looked incredibly young, and really hot. Leaning into the mirror, I kissed my reflected lips, and when my load blasted out and drenched the surface, I couldn't take my eyes off my baby-face while I lapped it up. When Sam walked in that afternoon and got his first look at me, his face went through about a dozen changes in rapid succession. It was comical. Finally, his eyes widened , and a huge smile split his handsome face in two. "Oh. Holy. Fuck. Dude...!" he gasped. His smile got even wider. "Jesus, J.J., you look like a little kid! You look like me when I was young!" "Right?" I laughed tentatively. He couldn't stop looking at me, even circling me to get a look from every angle. "Dude, seriously...you look like my little brother. What the hell?" he laughed. We both came to the same conclusion -- that I should stay clean-shaven for a while because it turned us on so much. Sam got off on it even more than I did. Our RSO buddies were due to gather at the house for their semi-regular support meeting a few days hence. It would be the first gathering since Sam and I had moved into the place, so I was thinking of it as a sort of `new tenant-warming' as well. I asked Nick and Leda to come over for dinner that evening, knowing how anxious the guys were to meet the kids. I figured we'd eat, smoke some dope, and have a nice, casual evening with our registered sex offenders. Leda was deep into her lesbian phase and was spending every moment she could with her current girlfriend, her friend Samantha's older sister, Grace. But when she learned that we were hanging out with a bunch of RSOs, her natural curiosity kicked in and she told me she wanted to meet them, just for kicks. I knew she wouldn't be able to resist the novelty. I was damned proud of my daughter. She was easily as adventurous and eager for new experiences as me and Sam, possibly even more so. Nick was blasé about the whole thing and joked that Ben would easily fit in among the RSOs. I'd been thinking the same thing, but I wanted the guys to meet the kids without having Ben present, too, for their first introduction. I made us a good dinner, and as planned, the four of us got stoned afterwards before the guys started arriving. We were happy, relaxed, and eager to be social. Our sex offenders arrived in rapid succession, one after the other. I finally just left the front door open and saved myself repeated trips back and forth, calling from the living room to any new arrivals to come join us there. The kids had decided to wait upstairs until everyone had arrived and gotten settled. Like me, they had a good sense of dramatic timing and wanted their entrance to be focused and subtly theatrical. I thought it was a great idea. First, Sam galumphed downstairs on his own, big, floppy dick jiggling blatantly under thin, ratty sweat shorts. I knew the men would enjoy watching his junk jump around, and they got an eyeful. Once they'd greeted Sam, he sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. Now, Nick and Leda came downstairs together. Every head turned to watch them; they looked like angels descending to Earth. Leda was luscious and ripe-as-a-peach, a lovely young sylph dressed in a slutty top and short shorts. Nick glowed with boy-next-door health and heartiness; his 13-year old body shaped by years of playing baseball. Wearing sagging nylon shorts, a tank top, and his perpetual ball cap, he was one adorable, sexy boy. All my kids are beautiful, but the effect Nick and Leda had on the men was thrilling: They gazed at them open-mouthed, and I don't think anyone breathed for several moments. Finally, the kids themselves broke the spell by cheerily saying "Hi!" in unison, making them both chuckle like cherubs. The spell now broken, a collective intake of breath came from the men, and they welcomed Leda and Nick enthusiastically as I made the introductions. Leda came over to me and sat on my lap. The guys couldn't take their eyes off her long, graceful legs as she leaned against me, her arms clasped casually around my neck, my hand cleverly disappearing up her shorts to fiddle with her pussy. "Dad-dy!" she squealed and giggled, pretending to be embarrassed by my brazenness. A few of the men softly groaned when I started in, and Leda smiled beatifically at them. Apropos of nothing, I said, "Nick and Leda have a baby; Tyler. He's not even a year old yet," as I slid my fingers in deeper, getting her wet. The men nodded and leered appreciatively, congratulating the kids on creating a son and new little brother simultaneously. Nick had sat next to Sam, then laid down with his head in Sam's lap. He turned his head and adjusted it until it was comfortably cradled in his brother's crotch, smiling at the men as they praised him for getting his sister pregnant. "It was a contest, actually. We made bets about whose baby it was, `cause we had no idea. But, yeah, we found out it was me!" he said proudly. A murmur of nasty delight went through the guys, and Leda, always proud of her little brother's exploits, said to Nick, "Tell them what you did last Sunday with those boys!" She and Nick laughed with shared knowledge of something exciting, a nice lead-in for whatever Nick was going to tell us. "Well, me and Ben -- Ben's my mom's boyfriend; mine, too, but she doesn't know it, hah! -- well, we got her drunk during dinner, so drunk that she finally passed out, so I called my friends over and let `em fuck my mom. I made $450, Dad!" His last comment to me caused the men to erupt in laughter. "Always the businessman," I chuckled, beaming at Nick. "He'd been planning it for months; huh, Nicky?" I said. "Mmm-hmm," he answered, "You helped me, though; remember?" "Yeah," I chuckled, so proud of my youngest boy. "How many of your buddies fucked her?" asked Pete, the exhibitionist. "Just three; otherwise she'd be too sore in the morning and maybe figure it out," Nick answered smartly, glancing at me with a twinkle in his eye, recalling what I had advised him. Nick had been repeatedly adjusting his head in Sam's lap while he spoke. Suddenly, Sam said, "Bro, you got me so fuckin' hard! You're just tryin' to get me hard, aren't you?" Laughing, he lightly clamped his hands onto Nick's head and rubbed it firmly over his lap. Nick giggled loudly and quickly rolled over so that his face was now pressed against Sam's swollen bulge. He mouthed the hard mound playfully and the fabric immediately became dotted with Sam's pre-cum. "Don't start what you're not gonna finish!" Sam laughed, and the two started casually wrestling around. Laughing, Nick stood and hiked up his shorts, then moved over to Leda. "We better get going," he said to her, and she got off my lap. We had planned only to introduce the kids to the men that night, just a preview of coming attractions. The guys groaned in disappointment when the kids said goodnight and how pleased they were to meet them all. As they walked towards the front door, Felipe touched Leda's arm as she passed him. "Can I have a kiss?" he asked, and the other men snickered. She looked him up and down appraisingly, then stepped right up and leaned in for it. Felipe took her in his arms and glued his open mouth over hers, shoving his tongue inside. Without a blink, she responded with equal fervor and reached down between his legs to grope his crotch, then further back to rub his asshole, all while sucking his tongue. The other guys squirmed and fidgeted as they watched. I had an image of Leda being spontaneously gang-banged by them all; my dick lurched heavily under my shorts. "OK, you two, that's enough for tonight," I laughed, eager now for Nick and Leda to take off so we could let loose with a barrage of depraved comments about them, unconstrained. When they'd gone, Sam said, "Who's gonna hit that pussy first?", chuckling good-naturedly and briskly rubbing his palms together. Four hands shot up immediately, and we all laughed. "Looks like Felipe won the prize," I said, smiling at the Mexican's smirking face. "Leda got turned-on by you, dude, that was obvious. She'll be asking all about you tomorrow, I guarantee it." "A beautiful little puta, amigo!" he said to me, a lecherous smile curling his full lips. I had a vision of his black mustache slimed with wet pussy. He offered me his fist to bump, and I did. At 43, Felipe was 28 years older than Leda. The great age gap between them made it more exciting for me to think about. I hoped I'd be able to watch them fuck when the time came, a middle-aged man screwing my 15-year old daughter like a whore while I perv-ed in the corner, jacking-off like a monkey. Karl, the creepy, fat dude, asked Sam, "Does your brother really suck your dick, or were you two just playing around?" `Nah," Sam chuckled, "he really does. He's good." This clearly excited Karl, so Sam encouraged him by giving him more. "Yeah, Nick's a real good little cocksucker, huh, Dad?" he continued, and Karl wet his lips with the tip of his squirmy, pink tongue. I had to laugh to myself. Karl was the epitome of the public perception of what a pervert looks like. "Sure is, Son," I answered, joining Sam in teasing Karl's libido. "You did a helluva job teaching him!" Sam laughed coyly. "I did, didn't I?" "Oh, so you showed your little brother how to suck cock? I bet you made him suck your big dick, huh?" Karl said tremulously, turning himself on even more with his words. Sam smiled at him and nodded. "Mmm-hmm." Karl's eyes nearly rolled back in his head. "You little devils..." he panted, his moist lips working. I busted out laughing, triggering Sam's equally robust guffaws. It was just too hilarious, how much the guy resembled a cartoon pervert. Obliviously, Karl turned his attention elsewhere, still in a daze over whatever lewd fantasy he had surging through his head. Sam and I exchanged a knowing glance and shrugged. "Does he suck cock as good as his old man?" Jesse had come up behind us and placed a hand each on our asses, giving territorial gropes. Turning to him, I said, "Give him a try, dude. Contrast and compare." The three of us laughed. This was the first we'd seen of Jesse since we'd more-or-less raped him a few weeks previously. He even made a subtle joke about it as we casually conversed and didn't seem to be holding any sort of grudge. I asked Daniel to lead the actual `support' meeting, since I didn't really know how it worked. He happily agreed and the men got comfortable as he began the meeting by asking them to share how their time had gone since their previous session. They talked about temptations they had encountered; techniques they used to control their sexual impulses; struggles with staying out of trouble; perceptions people had about them; and finally, on a comical note, some wild fantasies they had masturbated to. I found it all kind of sad and pathetic. These guys had been indoctrinated thoroughly to see themselves as damaged goods, social outcasts with no real outlet for self-expression. The system, as well as society itself, made everything as difficult as possible for these perverts, and it angered me. As the meeting wound down and closed with a silent prayer, my mind was working out what to say to the guys in reaction to what I'd just witnessed. They all seemed cowed. I felt bad for them and didn't want to make them feel worse about themselves than they already did, so I knew to think before I spoke. Finally, when no one was saying anything, I cleared my throat and adjusted myself where I sat. "So...wow. OK. That was really interesting, guys, really...informative. Thanks for all the, uh --" They looked at me expectantly, so I started in. "OK, look. I think you guys need a different kind of support group, way different. I'm totally serious. So that's what I'm gonna offer you here, when we meet here; it'll be a completely different sort of support group; you know what I'm saying?" They stared blankly at me. "See, you're rebels, guys. Sexual outlaws; we all are, me and Sam included; Nick and Leda, too. That's who we are. That's what we are. And nothing's gonna change that, maybe nothing CAN change it, who knows? But here we are, sitting around repeating all the tired stuff your therapists, your probation officers, your judges and community watchdogs keep you down with...they all want to make you hate yourselves, bros, don't you see that? It's all negative shit, everything they say and do. Jesus...." I was getting myself worked-up, so I took a moment to breathe. Sam filled the moment by saying, "I know I'm a complete perv and I'm fuckin' proud of it! Hell yeah I'm a sexual outlaw, you better fuckin' believe it! Aren't you guys proud to be perverts? `Cause if you're not, you oughta be," he blurted. Pete spoke up. "You guys haven't been in trouble; it's different for us. We gotta work at staying clean, staying outta prison. I don't ever wanna go back to jail..." A murmur of assent went through the men. "You're right, we haven't gone to jail, we haven't had to deal with the law. I get that. They got you guys; you got `caught'; and they convinced you that everything you feel and think is wrong, everything that makes you YOU, is wrong. But do you believe that? Do you really wanna be like them? Is that what your highest goal is, to follow their rules and just fit in so they won't lock you up again, is that enough for you?" Their faces were open and receptive now, slight smiles appearing on some of them. "Dudes, we've got needs! We've got urges. We get itches like everybody else. And we gotta scratch those itches, fuck all what anybody thinks! We're outlaws. And that's what we'll always be." I wasn't sure where I was going with all this, but I felt enlivened and inspired. The men had started muttering amongst themselves, and I noticed that all of them seemed a bit lighter and brighter somehow. The oldest guy, Daniel, was the first to say anything. "So, what are you proposing, J.J.?" The other guys looked at him, then at me, expecting an answer. I still didn't have one. Sam broke the silence. "Take pride, dudes. We're like a fraternity; have pride in it and your fellow bros. We're all over the world." A blazing lightbulb snapped on in my head; Sam had given me the answer I was looking for. The guys slowly, softly began to laugh in what sounded like surprise. Pete spoke up. "What do you expect us to do, have a parade, carry a banner?" The guys quieted down and stared at me again. "No, of course not. We'll always need to keep a low profile. But when we meet here, it's gonna be to celebrate ourselves, what we've done, what we do. Keep having your support group; but when you meet here, THIS support group is PRO-perv, not anti-perv. We're all gonna be some proud-ass deviants!" I laughed. Everyone was happy at the prospect of having a safe place to go to indulge in no-holds-barred sex talk and whatever else might present itself as the group progressed. I poured drinks all `round and we made a toast to what we began to call our Proud Perverts frat. I told them to feel free to nominate anyone they thought might make a valued addition to our motley club. A couple of the guys mentioned that they knew a few men who'd be eager to join us. When the evening ended, I announced that I'd bring Nick and Leda back for our next get-together, and that it would be a `play session'. The men were delighted. As they left, they were busily making plans. It was cute as hell. Before he left, I approached Daniel and asked him if he'd like to get together for lunch at the house. He happily accepted the invite, but suggested I come to his home in the Berkeley hills instead, as he had a pool and invited me to make use of it. Without thinking twice, I agreed, and we set a date for the next day at noon. I wasn't sure exactly what I was doing. All I knew was that the man had turned me on again this evening, and I decided not to question what my dick was telling me, but simply surrender to its lead. At first, I was hesitant to tell Sam, only because I knew he'd tease me mercilessly. He thought it was funny as hell that I was horny for an old man, old enough to be my grandfather. But there was something about the guy, something that interested me and made my dick go hard every time I got around him. When I told Sam, I was ready for whatever he wanted to throw at me. Surprisingly, he didn't tease me at all. "Dude, go for it. If you want his dick, just go for it. And then tell me what happens. Maybe I'll think it's hot, who knows?" he said. He hi-fived me, then poured himself a scotch. Sam was growing up. "I wanna see Felipe fuck Leda, dude! I'm gonna make `em let me watch," he snickered. "I wanna be there, too, bro! How fuckin' hot would THAT be? A middle-aged Mexican dude fuckin' plowin' the shit outta your little sis...damn, I gotta see that!" I said, giddy from just saying the words. Sam laughed and let out a mighty whoop. The next day, I showered and put on clean clothes before taking off for Daniel's. I got lost in the Berkeley hills trying to find the address he'd given me, but his directions were accurate, and I realized where I'd gone wrong and easily corrected my course. He lived in a large, old, brown-shingle house, high enough in the hills to command a panoramic view of the entire region. An old lady opened the door a brief wait after I'd rung the bell. I was surprised to see a woman, assuming that Daniel was a queer and lived alone. I had no especial reason to think that, but nevertheless the woman's appearance slightly startled me. I introduced myself and said I'd come to have lunch with Daniel. She smiled warmly, and invited me inside, introducing herself as she closed the heavy door behind us. "It's so nice to meet you, J.J. I'm Catherine. I'm Daniel's wife," she said, ushering me into the wide, spacious living room, warm with rich, gleaming woods, and a fire in the stone hearth. "I think Daniel's in his study. Make yourself at home, and I'll let him know you've arrived." I was wrong on all counts about this guy, apparently. I was curious as hell as to what his set-up was here. Did his wife know he was an RSO? Was she a decoy? Was she a perv, too? If anything, this new info just made me more interested in the old man. Stacks of books covered most of the surfaces, overflowing from the full glass-fronted bookcases that lined the walls. There were so many framed pieces of art surrounding me that I felt like I was in a museum. Catherine returned after a few minutes, apologizing for having taken so long, explaining that she'd had a bit of difficulty finding her husband, but had at last located him where she should have thought first to look. "He was in the Stoa, outside, making notes for his new book. It's a lovely day, so of course that's were he was," she said, lightly laughing at her own expense. "He'll be right here," she added, giving me another warm smile. I heard a door open somewhere towards the back of the house and a few seconds later, Daniel's voice. "Hello there! Good to see you, J.J. Are you hungry? Because I sure am!" By now, he had come up to my side and thrown an arm around my shoulder. "You've met Catherine, so she tells me. Will you join us for lunch, dear?" he asked his wife. "No, no, Dan. I'm sure you two boys have a lot to say to each other. I'll grab a bite later," she smiled, looking at us both affectionately. "I'm working on my new piece, anyway, and it's going well." "Oh, that's splendid," he said with genuine delight. "I can't wait to hear you say, `it's finished', so I can finally hear it!" They beamed at each other, as he took her hand and squeezed it lightly. "J.J., it was a pleasure meeting you, and I hope to see you again. And frequently," she added, gently placing her hand on my arm for a brief moment. As she left to go somewhere else in the house, Daniel said, "Come on into the kitchen and I'll get lunch together. We can eat outside, if you don't mind." Following him down a hall to the kitchen, he gestured me into a chair and told me to get comfortable while he laid out our lunch. "I eat very simply, so I hope you won't mind sharing a simple, light, Mediterranean meal with me. Bread, cheeses, olives, fruits, wine, and honey. Does that sound edible?" he asked. I told him it sounded refreshing and agreed that we should eat outdoors. When it was ready, we carried several plates out into the backyard. I was awed at how beautifully landscaped it was. A covered colonnade ran the length of the back perimeter of the yard, and on it grew an old, gnarled wisteria in full bloom, and contorted grape vines. In the middle of the yard stood a group of olive trees, maybe 12 feet tall. In the center of the trees, a small pool with a fountain kept a constant shower of water cascading over the figure of a naked faun with a big, hard dick, playing reed pipes. Flowering shrubs were everywhere, and the perfume of flowers, warmed by the sun, scented the air. Daniel led me under the colonnade where the shadows from the slat-work roof kept us cool. Several long, low benches lined it, and we sat together on one of them, placing our plates between us I wasn't sure what to say to him. I hardly knew why I was there, other than the fact that I was turned-on by the guy. "Were you surprised to meet my wife?" he asked, casting an amused, sidelong glance my way. "I was," I admitted. "For some reason, I had it in my head that you were gay and lived alone." He laughed softly. "Well, that was a fair assumption to make, I'd say. Wrong, but fair." He smiled at me. "I hope you won't mind my telling you, J.J., that you're one of the most beautiful young men I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. And, your sons -- they're like young gods. I'll freely admit that I'm smitten with Sam. And now, Nick, too. Very different in their looks and manner, but both boys are exquisite; iconic, really." I felt proud that he seemed to appreciate the boys as much as I did. "I've been head-over-heels for Sam since I can remember, even when he was little," I admitted. "But, Nick...well, I only really got to know him recently. Before that, I only had eyes for Sam, you know?" "Not at all surprising. Who wouldn't fall in love with Sam?" The time flew by so fast that I was shocked when he glanced at his watch and said it was time to start thinking about making dinner. We had talked for hours about anything and everything, all without taking a break. I knew it must be getting late, but Daniel made me feel like the most interesting person he'd ever met, and I lost track of the time. As we walked back toward the house, I realized I'd had a rock-hard erection all afternoon, so long in fact that my balls now ached. Something about the way he'd engaged me in conversation, the words he used to create mental imagery, the tone of voice he used -- all these things had excited me in ways that surprised me. I wanted him to take me, to own me. I wanted to feel him inside me, his cock battering away at my defenses, forcing me to relinquish control to his judgement. As he walked in front of me, leading the way back inside, I wished I had gone first so he'd be able to see my muscular ass begging for his dick. He walked me to the front door and transferred a stack of books he carried into my arms, books he had recommended during our conversation that I read. I thanked him for the afternoon, hovering at the door, smiling stupidly at him. He was smiling back, equally stupidly, and I leaned in tentatively towards him. We chuckled at the awkwardness the books posed, me hugging them to my chest. But, managing to maneuver ourselves in a way that allowed our mouths to meet, we kissed. My tongue automatically tried to rampage its way into his mouth, but I stopped myself and kissed him more decorously. When we separated, he said, "When can you come back?" Without a pause I answered, "Whenever you want me." "Tomorrow." "Same time?" "Yes." "I'll be here." I started to leave, but turned back and asked, "Do you want me to bring Sam along? Or Nick?" He shook his head `no'. "Just yourself. We'll be making love." `Making love' would normally have surprised me, probably not in a good way. I thought of sex between men as `fucking', not `making love', which sounded faggy to me. But it was different when Daniel said it, because I knew he meant it literally: He wanted to make love to my body, to show me things, teach me things I might not know; but also, to intellectually and spiritually join with me. "Good; that's what I want, too," I said, and started for my truck. On the drive home, I mentally re-played all that we'd talked about, all that I'd told him. Without any reluctance or hesitation whatsoever, I had spilled all the details of my entire life story, from my childhood up to the moment. I didn't keep any secrets from him, held nothing back. As I thought about it, I began to feel a bit panicky about how honest I'd been with him. But I quickly recalled his promise of absolute confidentiality, for which I'd given him mine in return. I trusted him in my gut, and that settled my fear immediately. I also knew, however, that I would tell Sam everything that had transpired. That was absolute. Our discretion was unquestioned; we were old pros at keeping our mouths shut. I was still highly strung when I got home. Sam had already arrived from school, and as I parked in the driveway, I saw him coming through the wild garden towards me. I waited for him, leaning against the truck and lighting a smoke. When he reached the truck, he leaned next to me and took the cigarette out of my mouth, then inhaled deeply. As he exhaled the blue cloud of smoke, he leaned his head on my shoulder and nuzzled his face into my neck, giving it a light bite. I kissed his head and asked him what he'd been up to. "I went inside the little house to check it out, see what shape it was in," he said, straightening up. "What for?" "I was thinking I could get Leda to fuck Felipe there so we could watch. The mattresses are still there and all I'd have to do is put a sheet on one of `em. Maybe give it a quick spray of air freshener, but that's it, really," he said. "What d'you think?" "Yeah, of course, that's awesome," I said, taking him in my arms and giving him a bear hug, lifting him off his feet and growling into his chest. We laughed and horsed around like kids for a bit before going inside. On the way in, Sam asked, "So, how'd it go, what happened? Did he fuck you?" "Nope; that's gonna happen tomorrow," I laughed. "I had the best time though, bro; he's a hella cool dude." By now we were inside and headed to the kitchen to make dinner together, our usual routine. Sam wanted details, so I explained as best I could what the afternoon had been like. "There's just something about him; you'll see what I mean when you get to know him. He's hella smart and knows all kinds of amazing stuff. He's got a huge vocabulary, but he's not pretentious or stuck-up about it, he just knows so much. I could barely keep up with him at times." But Sam was more interested in physical details, so I switched gears and told him what he wanted to know. "Well, he was wearing shorts and a flannel shirt that hung past his ass. He reminded me of a kid, but I could tell it was totally unaffected. And his hair was sorta messed-up, like he just woke up. I thought he looked cute," I said. Sam snorted like I was joking. "Did you get to see his dick again at least?" "Nah, nothin' like that. But I had a fuckin' hard-on the whole time. I woulda let him play with it if he wanted, but nope, we didn't do anything. Except, we kissed when I left. That was enough, believe it or not. It was just right. Now I'm so fuckin' horny, I can't wait for tomorrow. I bet he is, too. It's gonna be so, so intense..." Sam flicked my butt with a rolled-up dish towel. "Damn, dude, I think you're falling in love!" he cackled. I grabbed the towel away from him and flicked him back. "Nah, bro; I just want him to fuck me really bad." "Huh." After a pause, he asked, "Is he coming here to do it, or you going to his place again?" "His place. But that's a good idea, him coming here. It'd be more comfortable for me; maybe I'll call him later and see if he wants to come here instead," I said. "Great," he snapped. Then he added, "Just not in our bed." I wasn't sure I heard him right. "What?" "If you fuck here, don't do it in our bed," he said in a louder voice. I turned to look at him, but he had his back to me, chopping celery at the counter. I half-laughed, unsure of what was going on. Jokingly, I asked, "Why not? Jealous?" "Jealous?! Fuck no. What would I be jealous about?" But I knew from his voice that he was. There was an edge to it that he was trying to cover, but I could hear it. "Then why do you care where I fuck?" I asked, teasing him. He turned to me, his eyes flashing, almost wild. "Do whatever you want, wherever you want! But that bed is ours, it's just for you and me! I'd never fuck anybody else on it, and you better not either," he said. His chest was rising and falling with the effort to control his emotions. I felt as if I'd been slapped. "How come you never cared about it before when we lived in the little house? A ton of people used our bed," I said. "Cuz it was a party house; it was always a party house! Nothing was ever just ours; nothing was ever special. Now we live in a nice place, a real house, and we have our own room, our own bed. I want it to be different; something just for us." The depth of his feeling nearly choked him up. I kept fumbling for the right thing to say. Stupidly, I tried to dispel the tension by making another joke. I laughed and said, "Like a marriage bed? Hah, maybe we should get married!" Still laughing, I waited for Sam to join in, but he didn't. Instead, he leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms, staring me in the face. "Maybe we should," he said. I think my heart stopped for a second. "What?" "Let's get married." "Huh??" "Marry me. I wanna be married to you." It sounded like he was daring me. I was so flabbergasted by his words that I couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. I started to laugh but quickly stopped, then started up again, then stopped again. "Dude, what are you talking about, are you fucking with me? You're joking, right? I mean, I'd marry you in a heart-beat if I could. That's an awesome idea, Sam, but, c'mon, be serious. Obviously, it's totally illegal, and anyway, who would ever agree to perform the ceremony?" I said with an incredulous chuckle. Sam shifted his body and uncrossed his arms, opening himself up. He gave me an odd smile and turned back to continue chopping veggies. "We don't need all that. We can do a ceremony ourselves; we don't need anybody to do it for us," he said breezily. "And who cares if it's illegal? Like, that should make any difference to US!" He laughed. I think it was at that moment that I fully realized the implications of what we were saying. "Wait a minute, Sam, think about this. Besides me being your bro and your dad, you really wanna get married to a dude? I mean, it seems pretty faggy. Doesn't it?" He tuned to look at me, saying, "Dude, I told you I was a total fag for you, remember? I meant it. I'm fuckin' in love with you, bro, I don't care if it's faggy. And I'm not a fag for anybody else, you know that. It's just you and me, and I wanna make it tight; I wanna make what we got mean forever. Don't you?" "Well, yeah...of course I do. But -- I don't know. I mean, I still want you to find a girl and raise a family. I want grandkids to play with, dammit, your kids," I said with a half-laugh. "Yeah, I know you do; I do, too, dude. But I don't have to marry a girl to have kids with her. Or if I do marry her, she doesn't need to know I'm married to you, first," he said. "Right? Nothin' needs to change at all. We can still fuck whoever we want, whenever we want, just like always. But we'll be the ones we're married to; nobody else can have that." My brain was wildly calculating all that this meant, the taboo transgressiveness of what we were planning on doing, on being to each other. "OK...let's do it, babe. We'll get married! It's totally pervy, too, so why not? I love you more than anyone in the world and this will prove it. But I want a ceremony, bro. I'll find someone to do it; we can invite some people to witness it. I wanna make it official, and I want people to know about it," I said, now thoroughly excited and feeling proud as hell. Sam laughed good naturedly, his excitement unleashed once he saw mine. "Instead of a kiss at the end of it, we should 69; or maybe just jerk-off side-by-side and spray each other with our loads," he snickered. "Hah!, yeah; that's hot. Or cum in a cup together and drink it! Let's do it really soon. I wanna do it before you turn 18, it'll be even more `bad and wrong' that way," I laughed, taking him in my arms and pressing his strong, young body against mine. We hugged and made-out for a bit, forgetting all about making dinner. When we stopped, Sam murmured, "What about rings?" "Cock rings," I said. He giggled. "Hell yeah! But we should have real rings, too. So the world can see." I knew exactly what he meant, and it made my dick throb. "Totally. I'll get them," I said. I was way more excited by the prospect of marrying Sam than I had been about marrying Jenny. Of course, I'd only been 16 back then, and it had felt more like a sentence than a thrill. The next morning after Sam left for school, I smoked some opium and then prepared for my encounter with Daniel. I didn't bother showering because I had built up a nice funk over the past 24 hours, not too strong, not too faint. Just right for sex. It turned me on, and I figured Daniel would like it, too. I took a healthy shit and then gave myself an enema to get myself emptied, clean, and fresh; brushed my teeth; pulled on the same jeans and t-shirt I'd worn yesterday; and I was ready to roll. I got to Daniel's house a few minutes early, so I rolled my second opium-laced joint of the day and smoked it, thoughtlessly flicked the roach onto his front lawn when I was thoroughly baked, then got out of my truck and floated to his front door. Before I had a chance to ring the bell, Daniel opened the door and reached for my arm, gently pulling me inside. All he had on was a white bathrobe, wide open, exposing his naked front. My eyes immediately went to his dick, thick and uncut, nestled in a grove of graying pubic hair. He wasn't hard, but his cock was gradually bloating. His upper chest was matted with grizzled hair, but the rest of his torso was smooth. He still had some definition in his pecs, and his stomach was flat. Not too bad for a 65-year old man. I was staring, and I was too high to pretend otherwise. Daniel knew it, I suspect, and just stood there for a moment, letting my half-mast eyes have their fill. He moved to a sliding closet door and opened it. I could see a dozen or so more robes hanging inside, identical to the one he was wearing. He pulled one off a hanger and handed it to me, saying, "Here; change into this. You'll be more comfortable." I took it and gave him a big stoner smile, wondering if he was a cultist. "How come you got so many? You get a deal on `em?" I chuckled. "The boys in my group wore them when we'd meet," he replied. "I sponsored a philosophy club at the high school I taught at, and we'd hold our meetings here on weekends." I already knew about this, but he didn't know it. I wanted to hear his version of the story. "And you'd all wear these robes? With nothing on under `em?" I asked, playing dumb. "Initially, yes. Then, later in the day, we'd take them off and stay nude. It felt lovely to have the sun warming our naked bodies, making us perspire, urging us to play in the pool." "Did they fuck each other?" I asked bluntly, eager to get to the good parts, and too stoned to care about discretion. He gave me a knowing smile before he answered. "Sexual activity occurred, perhaps; but it was all done very discretely if it happened. I certainly encouraged the lads in brotherly love and to share their beds with one another. The boys shared my bed, too. There was nothing untoward going on, really, but ultimately narrow minds prevailed." "You never fucked `em? Not even one?" I asked. He laughed softly, and said, "Well, I certainly pleasured them. Penetration isn't always necessary; my oral and manual skills are highly developed, and we'd have good fun wrestling around in bed before quieting down for the night. Yes, the boys were always quite happy to share my bed; eager, in fact." "Sounds hot," I said suggestively. "I bet you taught `em a lot." He showed me where the bathroom was and told me to change into my robe, and to leave my clothes on the counter. Instead, I just left them on the floor in a heap since my socks and t-shirt were kind of stinky. When I was changed, I joined him in the living room where he sat on the sofa, legs spread wide open, fully displaying his now-hard cock while he fondled his hefty, hairy balls. As soon as I saw him, my dick went from bloated to ramrod erect, so fast we both laughed. My robe was wide open already, but I pulled it back further and wagged my hard cock back and forth until it slapped my hips with a soft thud. "Magnificent," he said, his free hand beginning to play with his nipples while the other lightly tugged at his foreskin before peeling it back. I stopped wagging and gave a few powerful forward thrusts. A drop of pre-cum flew off the tip of my dick and landed on his thigh. I snickered like a dirty-minded schoolboy, but Daniel moaned in delight. "Sorry, dude; I pump out a lotta pre," I said. He swiped up the precum and licked it off his finger. "Let me get a good look at you for a minute," he murmured. "You're such a beautiful young man..." His voice was deep and husky, and he clearly thought I was awesome; so I shrugged the goofy robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the carpet, then stood there with my fists on my hips, exposing myself in all my stiff, pre-cum-leaking glory. Turning myself slowly as I flexed and posed for him, he wrapped both fists around his cock and slid them up and down his veiny shaft, swirling his palm around the sensitive corona. When I turned my back to him, he hissed in his breath at the sight of my hairy, muscular ass. I bent over and touched the floor, widening my furry crack while slightly shoving backwards. "Oh, god...amazing...," he muttered. I stood up straight, then opened my stance so that my legs were fairly spread. Bending over again, I knew my asshole was staring him in the face. I didn't finger myself or anything, just kept my ass cheeks as wide open as I could, letting him relish the view. "Ah, Jesus...," he said shakily; "I can barely see your asshole, it's so hairy; oh, Christ, J. J..." "You're gonna fuck me, huh?" I said, more a statement than a question. "Absolutely," he immediately answered. "Good," I sighed. "That's all I've been thinkin' about." As I turned back to face him, he rose from the sofa and with a motion of his head, led me outside and into the backyard. "We'll be comfortable out here; I'll show you," he said as he led the way, reaching back to grab hold of my throbbing cock as if it were a leash. I giggled, but it felt incredibly powerful to be handled by him. When we got to where he wanted us, he let go my my dick and showed me his palm, slick with sticky pre-cum, then stroked his cock to lube it up. I chuckled stupidly as I watched him through eyes like slits, so baked that I could barely speak. The area we found ourselves in was secluded from the rest of the yard, tucked into one of the ends of the stoa. A raised platform, maybe two feet tall and about as big as a king-sized mattress, stood within a natural alcove. Formed out of stone blocks, weathered and rough, the top was covered with hides and cushions, making the surface look soft and inviting. Vines hung all around it, and the old wisteria had grown so far that its fragrant lavender clusters wept their perfume over it. I jumped up onto the platform, my balls swinging heavily, grinning like an idiot. I closed my eyes and let my other senses revel. A slight breeze, warm and gentle, played over my body, teasing the hair on my limbs and ass; the heat of the sun kissed my nakedness and set me sweating. I could hear birdsong, some very close, more at a distance; the hum of insects lulled me with their hypnotic drone; and a riot of scents surrounded me like a symphony: Jasmine and tuberose, carnation and wisteria, the deep green scent of the trees and grasses, and the sharp, dark musk of my sweat. I let the bliss of the place and the moment fill me. When I opened my eyes, Daniel was also on the platform, kneeling and leaning back on his hands, his face raised to the sun, eyes closed in reverence. He had removed his robe; I now had my first opportunity to see him naked. He was on the slim-to-thin side. His skin was slightly saggy and crepe papery, but it fascinated me. I was surprised at how tan he was; his entire body was bronzed by the sun, and the silver of his body hair glinted like dew. I saw him as an old sage, a mystic; someone who would reveal to me unspeakable pleasures and wild ecstasies. I stepped over to him and lightly tapped my drooling cockhead against his lips. He opened his eyes slowly, then grinned widely while opening his mouth; and leaned forward to swallow my shaft. The sensations were nearly mind-altering. I had never felt anything like this. His entire mouth and throat knew tricks I couldn't begin to comprehend or explain. Tremors and chills of pleasure coursed through my body, weakening my knees until I had to hold onto his head to keep from collapsing. Far too soon, I was grunting and whimpering, so close to exploding in his mouth that I warned him of what was coming. Immediately releasing his lip-lock on my dick, he began to worship my churning balls, his remarkable tongue doing startling, amazing things to the hairy sac. His even teased my pubes, including them in his virtuoso performance, by lightly tugging and biting at them, wrapping them `round his fingers, burrowing his nose down to the roots. Everything he touched or mouthed sent new sex thrills through my body. Observing my reactions closely, he placed his strong hands firmly on my hips and rotated my body so that my hairy, sweating ass now faced him. I felt his cheek, smooth and cool, brush over the furry mounds, then press hard against them, rubbing his face through the sweat-soaked hair. Spreading my ass cheeks wide, he placed his nose against my sticky hole and sank it past the matted hair as far as it would go, then replaced it with the tip of his stiff tongue. One of my favorite tricks to do is fart directly into a guy's face while he's eating my ass. I can fart on command, always have done. Most of the guys I've had sex with get really unhinged when I give them a faceful; it always seems to make them more frantic and deranged. Somehow it seemed like throwing him a curveball, but I decided to go for it and see how he reacted. I bore down lightly and squeezed out a nice wet one, just as his tongue evacuated my hole. I sighed loudly as I did it, then cackled like a brat. I felt him automatically recoil when the fart first started, but he gave a soft gasp and immediately pushed his face deep into my crack for the bulk of it. When I stopped, he inhaled deeply and held his breath for a few seconds before exhaling slowly, ending with a satisfied hum. "The breath of God... Inside and out, you're delectable," he said affectionately. I felt a slight sense of relief that I hadn't gone too far, and a bigger thrill at hearing my farts called `the breath of God'. I was eager to suck his dick, hungry for a taste of the thick, veiny thing standing stiff between his legs. But we were both having such a good time enjoying my body that I simply forgot about it and let him fully indulge his desire. I liked that he so openly worshipped me, that he was fully devoting himself to adoring every inch of my body. His hands and mouth roamed up and down my flanks, tasting and touching all my parts. He hauled me down to my knees, so I got on all fours and waited for him to suck my asshole again, offering him unlimited access to it's steaming scent and flavor. But he delayed the gratification, instead concentrating on my legs, massaging my thighs and calves, then working my feet with his agile hands. I flipped over and sat facing him, leaning back on my outstretched arms to watch him suck and lick between my toes, then run his face over my dirty soles before lapping them clean. My cock was pulsing from the spectacle he was making of himself, his libido reducing him to a slavish devotee of my funk. "My balls smell awesome, huh?" I said, catching a whiff of the heady musk emanating from between my legs. "Everything about you, every scent...it's so masculine, the odor of a hardworking young man. You make your own perfume, and it's intoxicating," he answered. I snickered, pleased with his astute praise. "You like sweaty pits? You gotta smell mine, they're hella strong, dude," I said, clasping my hands behind my head and taking a deep sniff of my scent. I've always been proud of how strong I stink, and I wanted to share my guilty pleasure with him. Adjusting his position so he could rub his face in the wet, matted hair, I turned my head to face him, excited by how much he loved the searing fumes. He paused a moment and leaned towards me. I clasped the back of his head and shoved my tongue into his mouth, frantic to taste the sharp tang of my sweat on his tongue. When we broke the kiss, he began licking my other armpit, alternating with complimenting and praising me for being confident enough not to use deodorant. I agreed with him that I smelled amazing, then put in a good word for Sam. "You think I smell good, wait `til you get a whiff of Sam!" I laughed softly. "If you like boy-stink, he's your guy. Just let him know how strong you like it -- he can go from super-fresh to super-ripe. One time, he went 10 days without showering," I laughed, shaking my head at his nasty hi-jinks. He had me get on all fours again, and as I moved, he said, "I generally prefer my boys to be clean and fresh; however, sometimes I do like them malodorous, if I'm in the mood. But, with Sam...well, I'd take him any way he presented himself!" I laughed, delighted with his unmitigated lust for my son. I added an additional selling point, designed to set his mind at rest. "Hey, but no matter how skunky he gets, you don't ever need to worry about his ass being dirty. I trained him to always keep his butthole nice and clean. I do the same thing: No matter how grungy I get, my ass is always pristine." "Good lad," he murmured, stroking my cheek. As he moved behind me, he said, "I'd like to fuck you now, if that's all right with you." "Damn, dude, I been ready since I got here!" I laughed, firming-up my stance and pushing my hairy ass up and out, ready for a deep-stabbing dick. I hocked a wad of spit into my hand and reached behind me to lube-up his stiff cock. It felt massive in my hand, hot and alive with insistent need. He got between my legs and lightly draped himself over my sweaty back. I felt the huge knob of his cock press against my shithole, so I bore down, and he slowly shoved himself inside me. An exquisite shock of pain smashed through my body. "Awww...fuck, that's intense..." I groaned, huffing my breath in short bursts as he pushed in deeper. When he was balls-deep in my ass, he paused to let my body get accustomed to his fat dick corking up my guts. I had never felt this full of cock before. My guts felt clogged with hot, throbbing meat, as if a huge salami was crammed inside me, or like I had to take the biggest shit of my life. I moaned loudly as he began to slide in and out of my stretched hole, his movements shooting me to even higher levels of sensitivity. I don't know how he managed to maneuver me so effortlessly, but he had me in every position I knew, and many more that I did not. I was desperately trying to memorize everything he was doing so I could recreate it with Sam, sharing with him what Daniel was teaching me; but it was too much to take in. His fingers continually pressed and pushed against various points on my body, like a virtuoso teasing ecstatic music from a favored violin, each note bringing with it a new and unexpected thrill of pleasure. Laying on my back with my knees pushed up nearly to my chin, he fucked me masterfully, assured and certain of his skills, in full command of his art. If he did fuck the boys from his group, they were lucky to have been his partners. Finally, when I was half-mad from his relentless pounding, he adjusted his thrust and touched some hidden part of my prostate that triggered one of the most intense orgasms of my life. "Aw fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed, opening my mouth wide and grunting like a pig, frantic for the first rope of sperm to whip my outstretched tongue. Daniel started fucking me faster and harder, and without touching my cock, my balls erupted as the first burst of jizz rocketed out of my prick and slashed my face. He grabbed my cock in his fist and aimed it like a hose nozzle directly at my mouth, and another rope of hot sperm slammed against the back of my throat. He brought his other hand to my dick and tried to catch the next blast, but the gout overshot his hand and slopped over his forearm. Still fucking like a madman, he swiped his arm across his face and then tried to lick off as much as he could reach with his squirming tongue. Cum was flying everywhere, slapping my forehead and face, my throat and chest, painting my eyelids like thick, pearly make-up. All I could smell was the cloying seediness of my sperm and the sharp tang of our sweat, all mixed with the rich, fertile stink of frenzied ass-fucking. A low growl started deep in his throat and quickly built in volume and force, until he opened his mouth and let loose with a roar that must have been heard throughout the neighborhood. His hips sadistically slammed into me as he started shooting his load, his engorged cock pulsing and throbbing against the tight walls of my rectum. As he filled my guts with sperm, he leant over me until he could reach my face with his tongue, wildly lapping the cum that plastered it. When his orgasm abated, he leaned back on his haunches and sighed deeply, satiated and spent, utterly relaxed and content. His cock slowly deflated inside my ass while we greedily gazed at each other, smiling conspiratorially. When he pulled out, I lowered my legs and stretched. I felt like I had been ravished by a satyr, or some primal god of the woodlands, known only to the initiated. He lay down beside me, propped up on his elbows. His bloated cock was shiny, covered in a greasy film, fresh from my ass, and it beckoned me. I sat up and leaned down to his groin, inhaling slowly as I hovered over his crotch. The most glorious, swirling miasma of odors greeted me. I've always loved the smells of sex, but this was on another level. Something about how his ball sweat coupled with the stink of my ass made for the headiest, most sensuous concoction, incongruously sweetened by the scent of the wisteria blooms that hung pendulously above us. I imagined it was what fucking in Heaven must smell like. When I finally swirled my tongue around his smelly cock head and sucked on his foreskin, Daniel again sighed deeply, ending on a quiet groan of pleasure. I took his shaft down my throat and slowly soaked it with saliva before tightening my lips and sucking upwards to the tip, swallowed, then sank back down for another go. I love the taste of ass, most especially my own, so I lingered as long as I liked in savoring every subtle nuance. When I finally sat up and leaned back, we kissed and shared our flavors. "I can't wait to get Sam over here," I growled into his ear while I bit the lobe. "Then, Nick," I added. "Or do you want `em at the same time?" "I want all three of you together," he chuckled. "But Sam first, I think. All by himself; yes. That will be...perfect." We laughed, knowingly. "Damn, I wish I could be here to watch," I hinted, but he only chuckled and didn't invite me. "Would you like to take a swim and wash off?" he asked. It was getting late, so I told him maybe next time. He showed me where the pool was, gated off from the rest of the property. It looked very inviting, but I wanted to get home to Sam and tell him everything. As we were heading back to the house, he touched my arm and motioned me into the small grove of olive trees that surrounded the fountain. As we came to the edge of the basin, he said, "Squirt my load out in the water, if you like. The boys and I used to stand around this fountain and masturbate. We'd all shoot our cum into the water as a special rite, every time we'd meet here." He stood musing for a few moments, clearly relishing the beautiful, lewd memories. I sat on the edge of the basin and squeezed out his load, letting it plash into the rippling water. He didn't cum nearly as much as me and Sam, so it didn't take much to empty myself. As I sat there, I pictured a row of naked high school boys jacking themselves off, eyes closed in bliss, slack jawed as they raced to the finish. My dick started hardening again, but it was too late in the day for more play. When I was through, we went back inside and I dressed hurriedly, anxious to get home. Before I left, we made plans for me to introduce Sam to Daniel at our next support meeting. I knew Daniel would be able to interest Sam in paying him a visit, and, primed with the info I couldn't wait to share, I figured it would be a simple matter for Daniel to effortlessly seduce my son. "Of course, I don't delude myself in thinking that Sam has any interest in making love with a man of my age. Youth is naturally attracted to youth and repulsed by age. So it is. But I'm sure I'll have a delightful time with him, nevertheless, one way or another," he said. "I could always give you a roofie to slip him, just in case," I offered. Daniel chuckled. "No, no; that won't be necessary. And besides, I wouldn't want him that way, drugged and unresponsive." "Sure; I totally get that," I agreed. We kissed, shook hands, and I left. I raced home, eager to arrive before Sam got there, just so I could be the one waiting this time. I had a worry that Sam might react jealously to what I wanted to relate about my awesome fuck, so anything I could do to prevent a negative reaction seemed wise. I stank pretty bad, so I wiped myself down with a wet washcloth, washed my cum-crusty face, and brushed my teeth. By the time I was done rinsing my mouth, I heard the front door open downstairs and Sam announcing that he was home. I sprinted down the stairs to greet him, lifted him off his feet and spun us around, both of us laughing and kissing, until I stopped and set him down again. "Hey, fiancé!" I said, pressing my forehead against his. "Hey, Babe!" He kissed my mouth repeatedly. "How'd it go?" he asked, no sign of anything other than lascivious curiosity in his voice. "It was great, bro!" I chuckled, "I'll tell you all about it in a bit. But, how was your day, what'd you get up to?" "Dude!" he laughed. "I talked to Leda at school today, and it's all set. She's gonna fuck Felipe at the little house, and she said it's fine if we watch!" I got him in a headlock and gave his cheek a smacking kiss, released his neck, then held him close to me. "Bro, you're awesome! When's it gonna happen?" I was thrilled by the news. "She's gonna call him tonight. I told her to suggest this weekend, hopefully Saturday." "That's in two days! Damn, bro, this is gonna be fuckin' hot!" I shouted. We romped and wrestled around for a bit and blew off some of our excess energy, both of us amped-up by Sam's good news. He pestered me for details on what had happened at Daniel's, so I gave him a complete blow-by-blow account while we ate dinner. Sam was all-ears for everything I told him. He asked tons of questions and kept up a nasty running commentary as I told my story. "The whole time I was trying to keep track of what he was doing to me so I could show you when I got back. But there was too much to remember, dude, it all happened so fast, one trick led to another. I swear, he knows more fuck positions than you and me combined!" I said. When I tried to explain what Daniel had done to my prostate that triggered my incredible orgasm, Sam laughed and said he wanted me to try it on him later. "I guess I'll have to give him a try and see for myself," he said, a grudging half-grin on his face. "Maybe if I get hella stoned or drop some Molly first it won't seem as creepy to fuck around with an old dude." "He knows you don't have any interest in him cuz he's old; he's totally clear about that, and it's fine. But once you get to know him, bro...well, you'll see!" I chuckled. "I just really want you to have sex with him so you can see how much he knows, bro, regardless of how old he is. Then, we can compare notes and stuff," I laughed. Sam laughed with me, then grabbed my hand and held it firmly, tenderly. His expression became serious. "OK," he said. "If you think it's something I should experience, then, hell yeah, I'm down. I trust you, dude, you know that; always." He leaned in for a kiss, and I gave him one of my best. "I told him I'd give him a roofie to slip you if he wanted or wasn't sure how to get you to let him fuck you," I confessed. He gave me a shove and we both laughed like fools. "You asshole!" he laughed, then tried to grab my nuts. "Slip me a roofie...fuck you!" We fell into each other's arms laughing so hard we could barely breathe. When we caught out breath, I said, "I figured you'd think it was hella funny." "It is hella funny! Nah, it woulda been fine; I wouldn't've been mad, dude. I'd prob'ly do the same to you if I thought it would help somebody out who wanted your dick. Or your ass. Y'know? So, no prob; for reals. Dick..." he muttered. He made us start laughing hard all over again, and it felt good to banter with my handsome fiancé. "Wait a sec. if he roofied me, I wouldn't remember anything he did, so what would be the point?" he asked. "I didn't think about that at the time. I was just trying to help him out, like you said," I admitted. "Dork," he cackled. We started making out, which naturally lead to a wild fuck in front of the living room fireplace. I tried to recreate the position and thrusts that Daniel had used to bring me to such an incredible climax, but I just didn't know how to do it. Nevertheless, we had a great session and Sam came twice before we turned in for the night. Before we fell asleep, I told Sam to ask Nick the next day at school if he wanted to watch Leda and Felipe with us. I thought it'd be smart of have a boy available for the Mexican to fuck as well as a girl, since he'd enjoyed molesting his sons as well as his daughters back home. Sam agreed that it was the decent thing to do, then made an interesting comment about his little brother. "Dude, Nick's such a slut. He'll fuck anybody, pretty much, so long as they're nice to him." He laughed to himself. "He's not as picky as me, that's for sure. He's such a cool kid. Nick's hella chill." I pulled him into my arms and nuzzled his neck. We stole a deep, final kiss before settling in. "'Night, dude," Sam mumbled. "'Night, loverboy."