Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2024 09:46:39 +0200 (CEST)
From: phillippelepervert@tutamail.com
Subject: Fucking the French, Chapter 2

Dearest readers,
Here is Chapter Two of Fucking the French. If you like it, or even if you don't,
please know that feedback is critical to writers, soothing aloe to
our overworked... imaginations. Please tell me what you like, feel free to make
suggestions, or vent your spleen and other body parts with a message to
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As usual, please consider this story a pure fantasy. Warning, it contains
incest, underage sex, and French people. Please do not fuck your kids, no
matter how much they beg.
Cheers,
Phillippe

(M/B, M/G, M/M, M/W, W/B, W/G, W/M, W/W, B/B, G/G, B/G)

Fucking the French
Chapter Two
by
Phillippe Le Pervert
I was awoken at five AM by the warm suction of my son Joey sucking my
cock.

It was hardly the first time that I'd swam into consciousness this way.
Joey was often the horniest first thing in the morning, and with the
recent time change, he had woken up early and wide awake. I should
probably discourage him from engaging in sex with someone who is out cold
as a general rule, but he knew that he was free to do so with me. With
one hand I reached down and ran my fingers through his thick blond hair.
It was still dark in the bedroom, though I could hear the chirping of
birds outside marking the approach of the dawn.

"That feels good, son" I whispered. Joey took his mouth off of my cock
and snuggled up next to me, his head resting under my arm, and switched
to stroking me lazily with one hand. His warm little body felt wonderful
against me. I wished we could stay like this forever.

"Daddy..."

"Yes son?"

"What's going to happen with Luc and Marc and Paul?"

"I don't know, son. That's up to them."

"What if they tell their mom and dad and they call the police?" This was,
of course, the terrible Sword of Damocles that hung over our family,
something we usually could forget about but that never went away.

"You know how to deal with that, son. What will you say?"

"I'll say that it never happened and my dad would never do sex stuff with
me and that those boys are liars."

I hugged Joey hard to me in reassurance. Nothing mattered more to me than
protecting my boy from those ignorant monsters who would destroy our
loving family.

"That's my boy. Don't worry son. I don't think that that is going to
happen. They probably won't tell anyone, and if they did, I doubt a
second hand story would be enough for the police to get involved. But we
should know better later today. When we see them again, what are you
going to do?"

"I'll just play it cool, like I don't know anything. They have to bring
it up."

"That's the best approach. Let them take the next step."

I bent over and kissed my son on the top of his head. The boy scrambled
up and climbed onto me, lowering his stiff cock to my mouth and dropping
his belly to my chest. He wanted to 69. It's not so easy to do when one
of us is 6'3 and the other is 4'10, but we had a method worked out. Joey
leaned forward, sucked my erection into his mouth, and went up and down
for three tasty strokes, all the way to the root. Then he pushed back and
drove his little stiffy into my mouth for the same. Then forward again.
Basically, he was rocking back and forth on me as we took turns sucking
each other. When our mouths weren't engaged, we jerked each other
furiously to keep up the stimulation. I always get horny when I'm
stressed, and my son is the same, so it wasn't long before I was
thrusting my hips up to meet Joey's hot little mouth, the cum churning in
my balls.

"That's it, son. Suck my cock down. Daddy's got a load of jizz for you
this morning. Suck it, boy!" I grunted. Joey hummed in satisfaction, the
sound amplifying the sensation as he sucked me hard. Without warning, he
pushed himself up off of me and jumped up to a crouch, then stepped
forward and lowered his hardness into my mouth, leaning over me to thrust
his crotch into my face and started face fucking me urgently. I held my
tongue and lips in position and let him use my mouth as a hole to work
himself to orgasm while my own hands stroked my cock furiously.

"Take it daddy!" Joey grunted. "Take my dick! You want my boy dick! Don't
you!!!"

"Yes, son. I love your boy dick."

"That's because you're. My. Pedo. Faggot. Daddy" Joey grunted out, each
word accented with a thrust. "Uuuunnngggghhhh" he gasped, and his cock
twitched like a live eel in my mouth as he came, hard. The second he
called me his pedo faggot daddy, I shot a massive load that hit Joey
across his lower back, the subsequent squirts landing on my belly and
hand. We both froze there. Joey had never used that kind of language with
me before. We didn't have any kind of S/m relationship, and insulting
each other wasn't something we did during sex. Joey carefully took his
still-stiff boner out of my mouth and sat back down on the bed with a
flop.

"I'm sorry, daddy..." he whispered in a shaky voice.

I sat up and looked at my boy. In the pre-dawn light of the darkened
bedroom, I couldn't make out his expression. I reached out, grabbed him
by the arm, and pulled him into my grasp. I hugged him tightly to me,
trying to let him know through physical contact that nothing he ever said
would change my love for him.

"I'm so sorry daddy." Joey was hardly able to get the words out as he
started sobbing. I felt the wetness of his tears on my chest and began
shushing him and stroking his soft hair.

"It's OK, son. It's OK. Don't cry."

After a moment, Joey sniffled and sighed. He accepted that I wasn't angry
with him.

"I don't know why I said that to you."

"It was pretty weird" I replied, and we both chuckled.

"Listen, son. I think we're both a bit stressed out. It's normal,
sometimes, when people love each other, that they push their boundaries
with each other. I think you are worried about your new friends and what
they will think about our relationship. Because of that worry, you are
angry at me on some level."

"But I don't feel angry!" Joey insisted.

"No, son. But you probably feel anxious, and that can push people to lash
out. I don't care that you called me that. I AM a pedo faggot daddy, and
I'm proud of it. Nothing you say to me will change how much I love you,
son. I think you said those things as a way to show your power, to show
that you can be in charge. That's OK, Joey. As you grow older, we will
have to allow our relationship to change, just like any father and son.
But for now, let's not use that kind of language unless we both agree to
it. Is that OK?" I ran my hand comfortingly up and down my boy's back,
smearing my cum load across his skin.

"Yes daddy" Joey replied, hugging me, inhaling the scent of my stinky
morning armpits. "I love you so much. You're the best pedo faggot daddy
ever" he said with a joking tone, testing to make sure that we could now
laugh at it. I hugged him harder and snorted.

"And you're the best pedo faggot son. Now go put on your running shorts
and your sweatshirt. Your punishment is you have to join me for my
morning run."

"That's not punishment!" Joey exclaimed, jumping up to run into the other
room to slip into his skin tight compression shorts. My boy loved
exercise, and it was important to keep a training schedule of some sort
even if we were on vacation.

So we ran around the perimeter of the resort and up the beach in the soft
dawn's light, a father and son, man and boy, in perfect sync with each
other.

*     *     *

We were both nervous later that morning when we rode our bikes over to
the soccer pitch. We had spent the morning around the cabin, laying on
the sun beds, watching funny videos, building up our confidence to face
whatever came our way. Joey had eventually slipped into his speedo and
put on his Nikes and gave me a look of nervous misery. I pulled him to me
for a deep hug and then lifted his face to me.

"Chin up" I told him, before giving him a deep, reassuring kiss.

At the pitch, the Dutch brothers and the two other boys were already
there, with no sign of the French boys. Joey joined them kicking the ball
around lazily. After a few minutes, the squeak of bike tires announced
the arrival of the three brothers. They threw down their bikes and joined
the group. I watched nervously from the sideline, sitting down on a low
wooden bench under the shade of a nearby pine. The boys talked animatedly
for a moment, but then they once again divided into two teams, and once
again, the shorts came off on one side. This time, it was Joey with the
two younger Du Gard boys, joined by the Spanish kid. The game started up
and I breathed a sigh of relief.

The boys played animatedly, with both the 'skins' and the 'shirts'
scoring. After a few minutes of back and forth, the middle French boy
managed to break out, pursued down the field be his longer-limbed older
brother. The two clashed near the goal box, but the younger boy managed
to slide the ball between his older brother's feet and score a beautiful
goal, launched skillfully into the corner of the net. Behind me, I heard
the sound of clapping.

"Well done Marc!" the clapper yelled out. It was a woman, standing a few
yards away. She was dressed in a pair of short khaki shorts with cargo
pockets and wearing espadrilles, but entirely topless, her breasts just
the slightest shade lighter than the rest of her deeply tanned body. I
nodded at her and she returned the nod, then came and sat down on the
bench a few feet away.

She was in her thirties, a slim woman whose narrow body only accented her
well developed chest. Her dark brown, nearly black hair, was cut as short
as a boy, razor sharp on the edges and only a bit longer on top. Her
thin, tanned thighs looked good in the cute little shorts. Her delicate
frame was probably no more than 5'8 tall, but her slimness accented her
height. She glanced over at me with a sharply angled face, a model's
jawline and cheekbones offset by her full lips and flashing green eyes.
She was by any standard a beautiful woman, though in her casual manner
and with no makeup, clearly not trying to impress anyone. She sprawled on
the bench with the unstudied grace of a young girl and turned her
concentration to watching the boys play.

After a few boring moments kicking the ball around, Joey punched it hard
down the field and ran after the ball with all his considerable speed,
his white ass, now turning a healthy dark pink, bouncing as he evaded the
two Dutch brothers. My boy was grace made flesh as he weaved, the ball in
the control of his feet, and then struck it over the head of the English
boy to land it squarely in the net.

"That's it Joey! I yelled instinctively, jumping to my feet and clapping.
It might not be appropriate, playing the sideline parent at a casual
pickup game of soccer being played with half the boys stark naked, but I
was used to cheering on my son. As I sat back down, the woman gave me a
humorous look.

"I take it he's your boy" she said to me in French.

"How can you tell" I responded with a smile.

"Well if he's not, you are a great admirer" she smiled back. "The three
brothers, they are mine."

I turned to the woman, making sure to appear nonchalant. "Ah yes, we met
them yesterday. Luc, Marc, and Paul, correct?"

"Yes, I'm impressed. I can hardly keep their names in order sometimes"
she joked. "Especially with two daughters as well."

"Five children? I don't believe it. I barely have any free time with just
one."

"Well, they become cheaper when you buy them in bulk. He's your only one
then?"

"Yes" I replied. "It's just me and Joey."

"A single father? Bravo. I can't imagine doing it alone." I looked at her
and the woman gazed at me with sympathy, then leaned over and offered me
her delicate, long-fingered hand to shake. I noticed she wore no nail
polish as I took her grip. "Claire Du Gard" she said with a nod.

"Jeff Hanson" I replied, with a firm grip.

With that, Claire turned towards the pitch, put two fingers in her mouth,
and whistled one of the loudest whistles I'd ever heard. The boys looked
up from the ball and the match broke up. The three Du Gard boys and Joey
jogged over to where we were at, the two younger French boys and my son
picking up their shorts and slipping into them in front of us without any
self consciousness.

"It's time for lunch, boys" Claire told her sons.

"You can have lunch with us" Joey interjected. "Right, dad?" My son
looked at me pleadingly. The relief he was feeling, not to have been
confronted by his new friends, was evident.

"Of course, if that's OK with Madame Du Gard."

Claire looked at me for a moment, and I suddenly felt like I had fallen
under the teacher's gaze. I shrugged and said "It's fine. We were going
to get pizza from the take out." She finally nodded, and a look passed
between us that seemed to me to say "tread carefully".

"Of course you can go with your new friend. What was your name?" she
asked, looking at Joey. She clearly expected him to introduce himself.

"Oh... I'm Joey Hanson. Pleased to meet you Mrs. Du Gard." Joey offered
her his hand, a ridiculously former greeting between a topless woman and
a boy who just slipped into a pair of tight black speedos. She took it
and looked him in the eye. "You may call me Claire, Joey. Boys, say thank
you to Mr. Hanson for offering to feed you."

"Thank you Mssr Hanson" they all sung out.

"You may call me Jeff, boys" I offered, knowing they would never get the
hard J right. "It's my pleasure." I turned to Claire. "I will take them
to the Lagoon after we eat if that's OK with you."

"Of course. The boys have liberty of the resort. But they must not swim
for an hour after lunch." With that, Claire stood and I followed suit.
The boys ran off to grab their bikes. The beautiful young mom stepped up
to me and offered her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you and Joey. I'm always glad when my boys make
new friends, especially with such a well raised boy as your son. He's
very cute" she offered.

"I agree" I said, with an extra squeeze of the hand. A look passed
between us, and I felt a frission that made my cock twitch. Luckily, I
had also slipped into my speedo that morning or the whole world might
have noticed.

*     *     *

After we had picked up the pizzas and gotten back to the cabin, I told
the boys to shower before they ate -- they were still slick with sweat
from their game.
I brought out a stack of towels to find them splashing each other under
the outside shower head, while Joey turned on the nearby hose to spray
the brothers with cold water. They laughed and dodged the hose until they
all finally were soaking wet, then came over and dried off, placing their
towels on the benches of the outdoor table and taking their seats still
undressed and barefoot. I slipped off my own suit and showered briefly.
As I turned towards the boys I noticed that Marc was eyeing me hungrily
while stuffing a slice into his mouth, and the boy seemed to blush and
turned away quickly, laughing at something his older brother had said.

I sat down to eat and they went quiet in the way that boys do when an
adult joins them.

"You boys looked good with the football out there today. Do you play on a
team at home?" I asked to break the ice.

"Everyone plays footie" Luc replied with a shrug. "But no, I play rugby.
Also I am on the jiu-jitsu team. Footie is for the pretty boys like Marc"
he added, elbowing his brother next to him, who opened his mouth full of
pizza and stuck out his tongue at his tormentor. Marc swallowed his
mouthful of food and added "I also do swimming."

"I do the swimming!" Joey exclaimed, concentrating to understand our
conversation in French. I'm on... how do you say 'team', dad?"

"Equipe."

"Yes. The team of swimming, and also, when you jump in the water..."

"Diving?" Marc guessed.

"Yes, diving! And also the, what's the word for wrestling?"

"Lutte."

"Yes, the team of wrestling, and the team of gymnastics."

"I do gymnastics too!" little Paul exclaimed. He then jumped up from the
table and sprung into a handstand on the patio to demonstrate his skills.
Suddenly his adorable little boy cock was hanging upside down inches from
me. I looked on, mesmerized. The boy dropped back down, stood up, and
putting his hand on his stomach let out a loud belch.

"Ew! Gross!" his brothers responded.

"You should probably not stand on your head when you are eating" I
offered with a smile. Paul turned red and sat back down.

"You do four sports?" Luc asked Joey. "That's a lot. I thought all
American boys were fat and only played video games or stupid American
football."

"Do I look fat?" Joey responded to the challenge.

"No, you are fit enough" the older boy said with a mischievous grin.
Apparently Joey was accepted enough to take their jibes. Given how
worried we'd both been this morning, it was a relief to see that for
whatever reason, the Du Gard boys were not holding our relationship
against my son.

"OK boys, your mother told me that you are not to swim for an hour after
eating."

"She always insists on this" Marc explained.

"Well she must be right. I have some errands to run, so you can do what
you wish and meet me later at the Lagoon. Is that alright?"

"Yes" Luc responded. We are allowed to go anywhere in the resort. Only if
we go to the beach we must go together with at least one other. My mother
says that nothing can happen at Soleil, it is the safest place in the
world."

"She's probably right."

"She grew up here, so she knows it very well."

"Well, the same, watch out for Joey, because he is new here and has never
been to a naturist place before" I said, gently teasing my son. "He is a
virgin."

At this, all three boys scoffed visibly. "Virgin" Paul repeated before
breaking into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "Your papa says you
are... a... virgin...." he managed to squeak out. All three boys were now
laughing freely. Joey looked at me with an drop dead expression. I put my
arm around his shoulders and hugged him, planting an even more
embarrassing kiss on his head. "Yes" I joked. "He's my petit vierge."

"Dad!" Joey protested as the brothers erupted into even more laughter.
"P'tit Vi-erge!" Luc chanted. "P'tit Vi-erge! P'tit Vi-erge!" Soon they
were all chanting it together. Joey looked up at me, his annoyance
turning to a smile. He stood up, turned around, and smacked himself on
his tight white ass. "You are all whores of shit!" he declared in some of
the new French curse words I'd taught him. "Whores of shit" he repeated
with satisfaction. This caused a new round of laughter in which my son
joined wholeheartedly. He was accepted by the French boys, since the
universal sign of boy affection is taking the piss.

*     *     *

I didn't really have any errands to run, so after I'd cleared away the
detritus of lunch, I slathered on a fresh coat of sunscreen (I could feel
the tingling warmth of a  sunburn on both my ass and cock, one a bit more
worrying than the other) and headed off in nothing but my slip-on shoes
to the commercial center, where I killed an hour browsing the bookstore.
Before I left, I'd sneaked into the spare bedroom and activated the
cameras in the hopes that something fun might happen with the boys.

When I arrived at the Lagoon, the boys were nowhere to be seen, so I
showered and snagged a free sunbed. I laid down on my belly and soon
enough I had fallen into a lazy nap.

"Dad!" I heard off in the distance, not sure if I was awake or asleep.
"Dad! Over here!" I lifted my head to see Joey on the other side of the
pool, waving at me. I returned the wave and he pointed at the slides,
where the Du Gard brothers were already climbing the stairs. He ran off
the join them, and I watched as they made round after round up and down
with the energy of youth. Eventually, Joey ran over and grabbed my hand
to pull me up. "Come swim, dad!" he pleaded. I stretched in the sun, sat
up, picked up my boy like a sack of potatoes, lifted him over my
shoulder, walked to the edge of the pool, and jumped in as he squealed
with delight.

In the pool, Joey declared "chicken fight!" to the brothers, who looked
absolutely perplexed until he climbed up onto my shoulders. The brothers
understood and Luc ducked under the water, coming up between Paul's legs
and lifting the boy up across from us. Soon both younger boys were
pushing and shoving each other as Luc and I fought to keep our footing.
But Joey and I were too much of a team -- I weighed more than twice what
the slim 14-year-old must have, and I used my extra height and bulk to
give us the advantage. Soon, Paul was knocked from his perch, and then it
was Marc's turn on top.

We played this game for a while and eventually tired, so Joey slid down
onto my back, his arms around my neck as I swam around, riding me like a
remora on a shark. It was something we loved to do together. As we swam
into one of the narrow lazy river segments of the pool behind the island,
my son leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"We did it, dad!" he eagerly told me.

"Did what?" I asked him.

"You know! We did... sex stuff."

"Did you?" I replied, playing it cool, trying my best not to get hard
right there in a pool full of a hundred strangers. "Are you OK with that,
son?"

"OK?" Joest responded incredulously. "It was.... awesome!"

I laughed and shook my head.

"I can't wait for you to see the video" my horndog son added. I could
feel his cock growing stiff against my back. I slipped him off my back,
sitting both of us down on one of the underwater benches.

"You better think of something that isn't sexy so that thing will go
down" I whispered in his ear.

"OK. Um, I'm thinking of Ms. Martinez" he said, mentioning the obese
elderly woman who lived across the street from us. "I'm thinking of
tomatoes" he added, mentioning his least favorite food. "I'm thinking of
Donald Trump!" he finally exclaimed. "That did it Dad!"

*     *     *

Our lovely afternoon came to an end after several hours of swimming,
sunbathing, horseplay and many trips down the slides. Slides are
different in the nude -- you have to make sure and tuck your balls in
correctly or that friction can really hurt, not to mention the slap of
water at the end!

The three brothers bid their adieu with bisous for me on both cheeks. It
was delightful, getting these little kisses in public from three handsome
boys. Then they were off, their perfect asses swinging as they walked
away. I took one last look, then turned away before my snake started to
rise.

"Do you want to go home and watch the videos now dad?" Joey asked eagerly
as we walked out of the locker room.

"No, son. Let's go put our clothes on and go to Le Martinique" I said,
mentioning the best restaurant in the commercial center.

My pint-sized boy is hot as fuck naked, but he's also adorable when
kitted out. We both wore tight knit tee shirts that showed off our fit
bodies, mine in heather gray and his in light pink -- my son wasn't
afraid of bright colors like some boys -- and we wore very short matching
white tennis shorts. Before we dressed I had rubbed aloe lotion all over
both of our cocks and asses, since both of us were getting a lot of sun
on our previously lily-white parts. I hoped that the red tinge would
start to turn to tan soon. Joey had gotten hard when I was applying the
lotion, and I'd teased him and told him that he'd have to wait since he'd
already had enough sex for the rest of the vacation, causing him to
pretend to pout. He knew his daddy better than that.

We ate our meal on the shaded patio of the restaurant. I poured Joey a
glass of heavily watered wine, as many of the French kids around us were
having. He made a face when he first tasted the pale pink concoction, but
soon grew to like it. My daub Provencal was delicious and Joey's shrimp
pasta was a surprise hit with my finicky eater. After the meal we walked
slowly home in the dying rays of the sunset, and Joey slipped his hand
into mine like he used to often do in public when he was younger,
something that he had stopped doing some time before. My heart swelled
with gratitude as I imagined what we must look like, a perfect postcard
image of father and son enjoying their vacation together. The fact that
we'd soon have each other's cocks in our mouths only made the moment
sweeter.

As soon as we got into the cabin, I lifted my boy onto the kitchen
counter and kissed him with passion. Joey reciprocated and we stood there
a moment, my massive frame leaning against the counter, his skinny legs
spread wide around me, my hands on his thighs, as we swapped spit in the
way only lovers can. Then Joey jumped down and ran off to the spare
bedroom to collect the four cameras.

I spent years working in the technical side of media production, and it
only took a moment to pull the data off of the four spy cameras and
download it into my main video editing program. I queued up all four
feeds to run together, fast forwarding until the moment that Joey
appeared nude in the bedroom door, followed by his three handsome new
friends. I froze all four feeds at the same moment to sync them. Only two
of the cameras had sound, so I muted the one to avoid any audio
dissonance and prepared all of the feeds to run. While I worked, Joey
stripped out of his clothes and started playing with his hard little
cocklet. He was eager for me to see the action. I smiled at my son and
took the laptop over to the couch, setting it on the coffee table. I then
started to take my clothes off, very slowly.

"Hurry up dad!" Joey insisted, holding his cock in one hand, looking for
all the world like a boy who needed to pee. When I very slowly undid my
belt he finally reached over and started to yank at the button of my
shorts. I put my hand on his  to calm him and then unbuttoned them,
letting them fall. Neither of us had been wearing underwear, so my son
grabbed my semi-hard cock and led me to the couch to sit down in front of
the screen. Then he plopped down next to me and grabbed my dick with a
squeeze, looking up at me. I realized that Joey was nervous. He wanted
reassurance that he'd done good. I leaned over and hit play on the video.

On the four different feeds, the naked boys came into the room together.
Joey went over to the dresser and picked up his iPad. It was loaded with
video games and movies but no porn, and I wondered what he was doing. He
fiddled with it for a moment and then handed it to Luc.

"See." My son explained. "Here's gymnastics." I realized that he was
showing them photos from his matches. I loaded up the G-rated photos from
Joey's sports events on our shared cloud, and he was now showing the
French boys pictures of himself in action. Luc swiped through the photos
for a moment as his brothers leaned in on either side to watch.
Eventually he handed the screen back. Joey swiped a few times and
returned it. "Diving competition" he explained. The three brothers again
swiped through the pictures of my son, photos I cherished of his athletic
young form in play. Luc once again handed back the machine and Joey again
manipulated the screen. "Wrestling" he offered. The brothers looked at
the new photos.

"It's very sexy, yes, the, how you say, costume?" Marc observed.

"The singlet."

"Zinglet?"

"Singlet. Ssssinglet."

"Zinglet."

"Good enough" Joey replied with a shrug of the shoulders. "Do you guys
want to play a game" he offered, taking back the iPad.

Luc looked at Marc and then at Paul, and something passed between the
siblings.

"Yes" the teenager responded with a smirk. "I want to play ze game where
you suck my cock". As he said it, Luc's hand went between his legs and
grabbed his long teenage sausage, already growing plumper. He waved the
meat back and forth a few times. "I tink you know dis game yes, Joey?"

One of the cameras was angled to pick up Joey's face, and I could see the
impassive look he had on his face as he considered what was happening. I
froze the feed and looked down at my son.

"Really?"

"Yes daddy. Just like that."

"Wow" I replied, and hit play again. On the screen, Joey stood frozen for
a moment more while little Paul giggled and Marc slapped his brother on
the arm to shut him up.

"You want me to suck your cock" Joey asked.

"What, are you virgin, like your papa say?"

"No" Joey replied with a flash in his eyes. Slowly, he stepped up to the
much larger boy. He looked up into his face, eye to eye. Then he reached
out and took the older boy's tube in one hand. Luc's cock was pumping up,
its tip rising to the horizontal, and then slightly above. The boy was
huge for his age, his dick at least as large as mine when hard, if not
larger. On his slim frame it looked obscene. Joey gave it a few tugs,
still staring at the teen's face. Then he smiled a wicked smile I knew
well, sunk down onto his knees, and swallowed the cock whole. No
foreplay, no playing with the head or licking the underside like I liked.
My son had a point to prove, and he proved it by taking the teenager to
the root in one swift motion. I could see him struggle a bit to get it
all down, but he refused to gag, and after letting the cock stew deep in
his throat for a moment he pulled his head back until the boy's tip
popped back out, skinned back Luc's foreskin, and started licking the
teen's head like a puppy dog.

"Oh my fuck that's hot!" Marc declared, sitting down on one of the lower
bunks and grabbing his hardening boycock. Paul came over and sunk down
next to his brother, thigh to thigh, and started imitating him by
stroking his stubby little nail. Luc looked at his brothers and realized
they had the right idea -- he sunk onto the lower bunk opposite them and
spread his legs wide. Joey slid over, never releasing the big teen dick,
reaching with one hand onto the bed to yank off a pillow and put it under
his knees. Then he went to work slurping down the monster fuckstick in
front of him.

I sighed at the sight, and Joey, who had been slowly stroking my bone as
we watched the scene play out, leaned over and started sucking my cock,
imitating the killer blow job he was also performing on video. I put one
hand on the back of his head and moaned with pleasure.

Back on the video, Marc and Paul had switched up, each brother taking the
other's dick and giving mutual handjobs. Luc leaned back on the bed and
watched my ten-year-old son expertly tongue and suck down his tower of
cock, which was now pointing straight up at the upper bunk. Joey was
working the meat hard while one hand was between his tanned thighs
stroking his own sunburned peen.

As I watched, Marc laid back and spun around so that he was on his back
on the edge of the bed lengthwise, practically pushing his brother off
the mattress. Paul swung around and saw what he was doing and immediately
climbed on top of his brother in a 69, sucking the older boy's bone,
which by now looked to be made out of pinkish granite and almost flat
against his belly, and offering up his smaller version to the bottom boy.
They started sucking each other vigorously. It was a well-practiced move
-- none of the brothers was breaking new ground. They all knew their way
around the other boy's boners.

"Oh whore, that feels so good" Luc suddenly exclaimed, encouraging Joey
in his efforts. "Suck my cock, boy. Suck it like you suck your giant
daddy's cock." At this, I stopped the video again. Joey looked up at me,
the tip of my dick still in his mouth, and nodded. The Du Gard boys had
seen exactly what we'd feared they'd seen. Not that we were fearing it
any longer.

Joey was tonguing Luc's stick now, running his red tongue up and down it
while jerking it with the hand he wasn't using on himself. The older boy
moaned as my son then took his hefty ballsack in his hand and gently
pulled it, bringing the teen's tip down to his lips and once again
sucking it deep. On the other bunk Marc started exclaiming "Oh shit! Oh
shit I'm coming!" He grabbed his dick out of his little brother's mouth
and started furiously stroking it as his hips bucked. The video wasn't in
close up, but I could see a few clear drops that appeared to fly from his
tip and land across his baby brother's face. "Aaaahhh" the middle boy
sighed, his ass sinking back into the mattress. "Shit. Oh shit." he
murmured in satisfaction. Paul lifted himself up off of his elbows and
slid off the top of his now-sweaty brother.

Joey was still on his knees, jacking off with one hand while playing with
Luc's balls with the other, all the while bobbing his head up and down on
the boy's monster prick. Little Paul watched the scene for a moment, then
spit on his hand and started wetting his slim, stubby nail of a prick.
Then, to my amazement, the little guy knelt down behind by son and lined
his baby cock up with Joey's luscious pink ass. He put a hand on Joey's
shoulder, leaned forward, and slid his preteen meat up my boy's
backside.

Joey took the huge cock out of his mouth and looked back over his
shoulder in surprise. The little guy started to hump my son like he was
his favorite stuffed animal. Joey shook his head in amusement and then
turned back to the work at hand. Even without proper lube, that baby dick
was hardly going to be stretching my boy's hole. I stopped the video feed
again.

"He fucked you?" I asked.

"Yeah. I mean, half the time he wasn't really even getting it in. It was
like, he was trying his best. But it was like when you put your pinky in
there just to fool around. I hardly even felt it!"

"That's because you're such a slut for your daddy's big cock" I teased
him, tickling him under the armpits.

"Hey! I thought you said no words like that unless we agreed" my boy
threw back in my face with a laugh.

"I said no mean words. Slut is a compliment!"

I started the feed again and watched the dark-haired beauty with the
all-over copper tan humping my boy's pale ass while he sucked down at
least seven inches of suntanned teen weenie. Joey went back to work on my
cock, slurping me down noisily.

Luc was groaning with pleasure, and I could see the teen's tight ab
muscles start to contract. He had the oversized feet of a growing
adolescent boy, and I noticed that his toes were curling under as my boy
took him to heaven. "Oh shit" he moaned. "Oh fuck me. Oh motherfucker
that feels good! Oh tabernacle! Oh name of the good lord, brothel of
shit! Sacred cunt! (I didn't invent French swear words, don't blame me).

With a loud grunt, Luc's dick leapt and Joey took it out of his mouth
just in time to get absolutely sprayed with a face load of thick teen
spunk. The first shot splattered across him from cheek to forehead,
mercifully missing his eyes. The second shot went into his hair and over
his head, landing on the face of the teen's little brother who continued
to thrust away like a mad rabbit on my boy's ass. The third shot landed
across Joey's lips and chin, and he wised up at that point and sucked the
older kid's head back into his mouth, taking the final shots right onto
his tongue. He slurped the load down noisily and then carefully removed
the teen's cock as the older boy sighed deeply. Joey leaned back at this
point onto his hunches, throwing Paul back. The youngest brother leaned
around my son and began licking the spunk off of Joey's face with gusto.

"Paul loves my jizz so much" Luc explained. Joey didn't care, for at this
point his hand was moving with near-invisible speed on his own cock as he
jacked himself to orgasm. "Oh shit" my boy yelled as his hips bucked and
he squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure. After a moment he breathed deep
and opened his eyes again. The teenager was giving him a bored look.

"Did you cum" Luc asked in English.

"I came hard" my boy bragged.

"Cool" he responded with perfect French indifference.

"Hey" Marc interrupted, almost forgotten on the other bunk, where he sat
cross-legged, lazily jerking himself. "Do you take your dad's cock a
lot?" he asked. Joey turned around to face him and stood up, sitting on
the bunk next to a spent Luc.

"Yeah, I do. Not a lot but when I want to. So what, it feels good" Joey
said, defensively.

"It's cool" Marc replied in a placating tone.

"He just wants to know because he wants your dad to fuck him" Luc
explained. "Marc's the number one bottom boy in the world. He thinks of
big cock all the time" the teenager teased, grabbing his own still-hard
big one and swinging it at his brother.

"Shut your muzzle" Marc responded. "You like it to, even if you pretend
you don't."

"I like it!" Paul exclaimed. His two older brothers rolled their eyes.
Luc held up his pinky finger and waved it at the boy. Paul stuck out his
tongue in response.

"So..." Joey said. "You saw us, through the window?"

"Yes" Luc replied nonchalantly, switching to English. "We come over for
to see if you want to go ride on bikes after dinner. But you were too
buzy riding your papa!" Luc gave Joey a friendly push, and my son blushed
deeply under his tan. Marc leaned forward and patted Joey's knee.

"It's OK. Your papa, he iss super sexy.  It's cool you make fucking wit
him. Sex is ze best ting ever!" the adorable twelve-year-old exclaimed.
"We do it every day. Do you do it like that with your papa?"

Joey thought about it and then broke out into a broad grin. "Every day!"
he declared in his schoolboy French. "Many times! Every day!" Luc gave
him a friendly shrug and Paul jumped up and down repeating "Every day,
yay" in his adorable little boy accent. "Would you like our papa to also
fuck your ass" the youngest brother piped out innocently. This was my
queue -- I stopped the feed when I heard those words and then I let out a
groan and came, hard, into my boy's eager mouth. Joey slurped down my
load and then looked up at me, his deep pink lips glistening with spit
and cum, and cracked into a wide smile.

"They do it with their dad too?" I asked him incredulously. My boy stared
at me, his lovely blue eyes wet with joy.

"Dad! We're not the only ones!"