Date: Mon, 30 Sep 2019 18:45:08 +0000
From: JD in SFO <sfzero94114@protonmail.com>
Subject: Ben and Nick Part 5

Thank you, Gentle Reader, for opening this story, a series about a man who
loves boys and the boys he loves. Ben, Nick, and the rest of the cast of
characters are fictional, and do not represent any person living or
dead. The story is fantasy and exists in that realm, for letting the events
unfold in real time and in real life would land our hero Ben in a whole
heap of trouble. So, for the purposes of keeping our noses clean,
gentlemen, let's keep things unreal.

Elements in this story include sex between adults and minors, some racier
elements might include watersports, gainer/encourager dynamics, and groups,
but for the most part just good old-fashioned cocksucking and fucking. This
story definitely falls into the category of Gay/ Adult-Youth.

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Some of you, I know, enjoy when Bill and Sean make an appearance. This
chapter is for you! And now, on with our story.

Ben the Boylover and his Neighbor Nick, Part 5

The fall continued, and October turned to November. Nick and I got to hang
out almost every day after he'd come home from school. Ostensibly, I was
tutoring Nick in history and social studies. The kid was a math whiz and a
science genius, but he fell down in social science. We did talk sometimes
about history and geography, but mostly we played around. On weekends, I
would find ways to ask his mom if I could take him to a football game, or
to the park, or anywhere. Sometimes we even went, but mostly, we'd find
some way to get naked.

Nick was exploring his body and mine, learning about pleasing a man. His
cocksucking was getting better, and he was able to take more and more of my
dick, getting almost half of it stuffed into his throat. He was lasting
longer, too, and learning that sometimes holding off from his orgasm could
make it so much more intense.

Nick was also exploring his emotional side, too, and what a relationship
was like. As much as I liked perverting this kid and watching his innocence
disappear with each load of my cum he greedily gobbled, I also enjoyed
watching his emotions mature. Truth be told, he was definitely working his
way into my heart. He was a very loving boy, affectionate,
attentive. Especially considering how distant his parents seemed, I was
surprised by how he would inquire about my day, intuitively reach over and
rub my neck or shoulders when I looked like I'd had a hard workout. He was
becoming a boyfriend, and it was something I hadn't experienced in a long
time.

As the end of November approached, and our birthdays, I was wondering just
how we might be able to celebrate it together. As is sometimes the case
with those of us early Sagittarians, our birthdays fall on Thanksgiving
itself some years. It was going to be that way for Nick this year. One of
our early conversations was about how we hated it when our birthday was
confused with Thanksgiving, and well-intentioned relatives and overworked
mothers would often skip the birthday cake and put candles in a pie. "NOT
THE SAME!" We'd both complained together.

On the weekend before Thanksgiving, I saw Susan accompany Nick as they
approached my backdoor. Nick had been planning to come by and watch a
little football with me, which was our code for me touching down in his
throat, and me putting my face between his goalposts and sucking him off. I
was nervous because they both looked serious, and Susan had a determined
look on her face. I figured I was about to get my ass handed to me right
before the SFPD showed up to take me away.

I put on my most charming smile and walked over to the patio door, opening
it with a flourish as they approached the doorway. "Hello!" I greeted,
enthusiastically.

Nick walked right in, as he had many times before, being a familiar guest,
and Susan followed. "Welcome," I said, again. "What an unexpected pleasure
to see you both!" I said, probably with more enthusiasm than I might have
felt.

"Hello," Susan spoke, "I am sorry to barge in. I was hoping we could talk
for a moment alone," she continued.

"Sure thing, Susan," I was certainly getting nervous now. "Hey Nick, why
don't you go to the den and fire up the game," I suggested.

My home was well known to my boyfriend by now, and he helped himself to a
Coke from the fridge, poured it in a glass and made his way down the hall.

"Nick has the right idea, I think. Would you like something to drink,
Susan?" I offered.

"White wine, please, if you have it."

"Coming right up." I opened up a bottle of chardonnay and took out a beer
for myself. I motioned to a stool at the breakfast bar and we sat down to
talk.

She took a big gulp of her wine, and then started to speak.

"Nick's father had agreed to take Nick from Wednesday when he gets out of
school for Thanksgiving break until Sunday," she started.

"That's great!" I was feeling relieved, maybe this wasn't going to be about
my molestation of her son, after all. "Nick mentioned how he has been
missing his dad."

"Yeah, and I booked a trip away as well, to Portland, to spend Thanksgiving
with other people," she continued, "but today Brian called me to say that
he had to go on a sudden business trip overseas and that he wouldn't be
able to take Nick, after all. So, I am in a bind."

I could see where this was going, and as I calculated the possible number
of days I would have with Nick if I offered to help, and the number of
times I could plunder his treasure, I just came right out and said, "Well,
I am going to be in town, perhaps getting together with my old high school
buddy and his son for turkey and pie. I certainly would be happy to take
Nick for the week," I was such a fucking helpful pervert.

"I feel terrible, but the tickets are already purchased, and I really was
looking forward to getting away," she sounded upset. As much as I was ready
to take advantage of this turn of events, I was judging her motherhood for
leaving her only child alone on Thanksgiving and his birthday. Her regret
didn't sound at all remorseful to me. I decided to twist the knife a bit.

"Yeah, I don't know if Nick told you, or not, but my birthday is the day
after his, so, truthfully, it would be nice to have someone to celebrate
with."

"It would mean a lot to Nick, and to me. Are you really certain that you
won't mind having a ten year-old around the house?" She inquired,
falsely. I knew she didn't care at all. I also knew she had no clue at just
what I did with a ten year-old in my house.

"Well, he's almost eleven, so that makes all the difference," I joked.

She polished off her wine, and I refilled her glass immediately.

"You really are the best neighbor, Ben. I can't thank you enough."

"Well, you know, Nick is a great kid. I enjoy having him nearby. He's smart
as a whip, too, and can almost out-think me in math. He's going to be a
real whiz," I flattered him.

"He mentioned that you were helping him with his history. He's actually
enjoying that subject, and I think it's your influence," she admitted.

"Well, I like to think I am a good influence on the little man." I couldn't
help myself, and even saying it, while thinking of the face he makes when
he's cumming, my cock started to chub up.

She knocked back her second full glass of wine, and stood up to
leave. "Well, thank you, Ben. This has been a God-send. I'll leave you two
to your football game. And she made her way to the door.

As she approached, she turned and faced me, "Oh, one more thing. I took
Nick for his physical last week, and his doctor is concerned with how much
weight he's put on. Since the divorce he's gotten pretty big. Do you think
you could help him make some good choices when he eats? And maybe get him
to workout?" She asked.

"Well, I never like to push a boy to do something he doesn't want to do," I
lied, "but sure, I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks for everything, Ben," and she was off.

I sauntered back to the den, and sat next to Nick on the couch. He was
watching the game, and caught me up on what I had missed. For someone who I
knew didn't give two figs about football, he was paying attention because
he knew I love the game. What a good boy.

I put my arm around him, and he turned to me. I kissed him passionately,
rubbing his face. He moaned into my mouth as I played with his tongue, and
gave it back just as passionately as he got it. As our kissed quieted down,
I pulled back for a bit.

Nick looked up at my with this beautiful eyes. "What did mom want to say?"

I was a bit surprised that she hadn't mentioned any of this to Nick before
asking me to watch him. Did she not expect me to say something as soon as
she left? Was she really leaving it up to me to tell her only child that
his parents were both leaving him alone for Thanksgiving and his birthday?
I really had a low opinion of these parents. Hey! Pedohpiles have
standards, too!

"Well, buddy, it seems that your dad has to go out of town this week," I
started.

"And Mom is going away, so she asked you to watch me?" Nick finished the
sentence.

"Yep, that's pretty much it. How do you ..." I was about to ask how he felt
about it, thinking he might have some emotion or resentment he needed to
process, but he interrupted me by jumping in my lap and facing me, and
kissing me.

"So, I get to spend Thanksgiving AND my birthday with you?" He was really
happy.

"And my birthday, too, don't forget!"

"This is the best birthday ever!" He shouted, and then went back to sucking
on my lips.

I really was the luckiest guy!

"You're not really watching the game, are you, buddy?" I asked, the remote
control in my hand.

"Now that you're here, nope!"

That settled it, and I led him up the stairs the bed. Standing at the foot
of the bed, I pulled his shirt up over his head, marveling at the sag of
his belly and his luscious boytits. Just as quickly, I pulled his shorts
down, and grinned with I saw he was going commando. He noticed, and said
"it seemed like one layer more between me and you." I liked the way he
thought.

Tearing my clothes off, I picked him up, hoisted him up against my torso,
and his thick legs wrapped around my waist. I kissed him hard, on the lips,
on his throat, drooling and licking and kissing my boy. I couldn't get
enough of his soft smooth skin. My cock was growing, and I could feel his
stabbing against me. Maneuvering us to the side of the bed, I put my hands
under his armpits, and tossed him onto the bed with a bounce. He laughed as
I dove onto the bed, and covered his chest and belly in wet kisses.

I took his boycock in my mouth and sucked it to its root, playing circles
on his tongue and teasing his shaft with my lips as I applied more
suction. My hands roamed freely over his body finding his nipples. I
tweaked them, and his cock jumped. He was moaning and writhing, giving into
the cocksucking. And then he went rigid, and I knew his orgasm was washing
over him. His breathing hitched, and his cock spasmed, and he mewled.

When I looked up, his head was back, chubby chin sticking up in the air,
his chest heaving as he blissed out on his orgasm. I slid up his body,
kissing and licking his sex-sensitive skin until I claimed his lips again,
and wrapped my arms around him and rolled us over so that he was on top of
me. I held him against me, my little sweet boy, as his breathing returned
to normal. I brushed the sweaty hair from his brow, and looked up at
him. "You're beautiful when you come," I said, and I meant it.

He mmmmm'd in response, and bent down and kissed me, tenderly at first,
then with more heat. He was beginning his seduction, and I was ready for
release. The conversation with his mom had turned me on so much, as she
handed over her boy to a smiling predator for nearly a week. She had no
idea what I was doing to her boy behind her back, and she practically gave
me the keys to the castle.

His kisses traced my face, he nibbled then licked at my ears, sending
shivers through me. He traced down from my ear to my throat, his tongue,
lips, and saliva awakening my nerves and sending electricity through me. He
really had become such a good kisser - a good lover.

At last his mouth found my cock, and it was ready for him, leaking and hard
as steel. His chubby hands worked the base of my dick while his lips and
mouth worked my head. He'd learned that the more drool he could get on my
shaft the easier it was for him and the more I would moan in response. He
worked his way down my shaft, my cock head going deeper and deeper. He was
going for more every time he sucked me, trying to get more of me into
him. I applauded his drive.

"Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good," I cooed, encouraging him on. I felt his
right hand play with my balls as his other stroked my shaft. This was a new
innovation for him, too, playing with my sac as it churned and worked up a
load of his creamy addiction. I felt the back of his throat, and he
stopped. I felt him spasm in a retching motion. "Just breathe through your
nose, buddy, take a second, get used to it." And he did. We sat like that,
perched on perfection for half a minute until he began working himself on
my cock again. Up he would slide, and down again, hitting that spot, then a
bit further. Really he had almost seven inches in him, and I couldn't have
been more proud.

He started sucking harder and faster, and then he moaned on my cockhead,
the vibrations thrumming through me like a cello string. He had me so on
edge, and that was just making it better. "I'm gonna come, baby. Make me
cum. Do it, boy," I was insistent as my orgasm approached. I felt the cliff
come and tumbled over it gladly, shooting my thick sperm into my boy's
mouth. He took every fucking drop, good boy that he is. And then he cleaned
my cock from his drool and the white strings of cum that had dribbled down
my shaft. Satisfied that he'd had his whole meal, he sat back, and crawled
up my body, perching on my pelvis. He sat above me, and rubbed my chest and
nipples, as he licked his lips.

My boy looked so sexy with his face flushed from our passions. I raised my
hands to his belly and chest and caressed him. "I love you," he said,
quietly, looking at me, and then quickly away.

I moved my hand to his chin and pointed his face at mine, our eyes
locking. "When you tell someone you love him, keep his eye contact, so he
knows you mean it," I schooled him.

"I love you," he said, again, this time, with more assurance.

"I love you, too, Nick," I said, looking into his beautiful eyes, and I
meant it.

The rest of the week passed quickly, and soon it was Wednesday afternoon. I
had gone shopping in the morning for some groceries and things. Bill was
going to have Thanksgiving at his place, and had already invited me. When I
called to tell him the developments with Nick, he teased me. "Bringing your
boyfriend home to meet the family?"

"Yep, I am, and you better be on your best behavior," I laughed.

"Oh, we'll behave, alright," Bill said, mysteriously.

I had agreed to bring the green bean casserole, the sweet potatoes, and a
pumpkin pie. I reminded Bill that we had a birthday to celebrate, and that
I'd be bringing a cake, too, which I ordered from my favorite bakery.

At about 4, Nick and Susan came to my back door and knocked. I opened it
wide, and Nick hustled in, carrying an overnight bag. I tousled his hair as
he came by. "Welcome, buddy." Then I addressed his mom. "When do you head
out?"

"Now," she replied, holding her phone. "I just called for an Uber."

"OK, then, have a safe trip. We'll be partying it up around here with two
birthdays and Thanksgiving!"

She laughed, and waved as she turned to walk to the driveway. Her Uber was
pulling to the curb. Closing the door, I thought, good riddance, to myself,
and I turned to go look for Nick. He was standing in the kitchen, getting a
Coke out of the fridge. I poured myself a glass of wine, and we stood at
the counter together.

Facing him, I put my arms around him, and kissed the top of his head. He
looked up at me, and it was so tender and sweet. "I am very happy, very
excited to spend a whole weekend with you, and there's no one I'd rather
see on my birthday than you," I spoke earnestly.

"I am psyched to hang out with you, too. It's like our first weekend, only
better!" He gushed.

I ruffled his hair, and hugged him tight. "So, we have some work to do
tonight, but let me tell you about it first, so you can decide what you'd
like to do," I said, pulling out a stool. He hopped up on it and sat at the
counter. I stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders and neck.

"Tomorrow we're going over to my friend Bill's house. He and his son Sean
live just over the bridge in Sausalito. Sean is your age, although I think
he's in a grade ahead of you because he has an earlier birthday," I
explained. "We're gonna have a big old turkey dinner with all the fixins!"

"Yum! Do you think Sean will like me?" Nick asked, hopefully.

"I think Sean is a sweet kid, and I am sure you'll get along well. He's
been through some hard times, too, with his mom who left him when he was
young for his dad to raise. Bill is also a good man, my best friend in the
world, and he and Sean make a good team." I hoped that they'd all get along
well. "What's your favorite Thanksgiving food?" I asked, hoping to get him
excited again, and less insecure.

"Green bean casserole!" He shouted. "And mashed potatoes. And sweet
potatoes!" He had a lot of favorites, it seemed.

"Well, it's your lucky day, because guess what we're bringing to the
dinner?  Two out of those three! And, you and I are gonna make them
tonight. I also volunteered us to make the pumpkin pie." At this, I saw his
face fall a bit. "But, don't worry, pumpkin," I pinched his cheek, "take a
look at this?" I pulled a big box from the fridge and gave him a look as I
opened it. Inside was a beautiful three-layer devil's food cake with
chocolate butter cream frosting. "Happy Eleventh Birthday, Nick" it read,
surrounded by frosting balloons in red, yellow, blue, green, and orange. I
snapped the box shut again, as I saw his finger make a move toward the
piped sides and frosting. "Oh, no you don't!" I laughed, putting the box
back in the fridge.

Nick pouted, but then smiled, "I can't wait to eat it!"

"I can't wait to feed it to you, boyfriend."

Nick beamed, and then blushed. We got to work pretty quickly, and, with
some instruction, Nick was helpful in the kitchen. We made our casseroles
pretty quickly, and he added probably more mini marshmallows and sugar to
the sweet potatoes than we needed, but they were going to be great. It felt
really great cooking with him in the kitchen. He made little jokes, and
cooked with precision. His knife cuts were good, too - his green beans
completely uniform in length. This kid really was good with science and
math, I could tell.

We ate a quick dinner, decided to save the pie `til tomorrow morning, and
we went to bed, enjoying each other's dicks, bodies, and cuddles. I loved
sleeping with him, and feeling his warm body against mine all night. We got
up early, and watched the Macy's parade streamed on my laptop while we made
our pumpkin pie, got our showers, and then headed over to Bill's.

As we were driving over, I was wondering if I should tell Nick that Bill
and Sean were like us, or if Bill didn't want that secret getting out. He
clearly knew about Nick, but I didn't know if he'd told Sean. I should have
asked him, but I had forgotten. Deciding to err on the side of caution and
need-to-know, I didn't say anything to Nick. I trusted that Bill, and I
trusted Nick. Whatever happened, we'd all be good with it, and I'd be there
to keep Nick safe.

It was a little before 3PM when we got to Bill and Sean's house, knocked on
the front door, and Sean answered. "Ben!" he exclaimed, and he reached out
to hug me. I was carrying two casserole dishes and I let him hug me, not
being able to return the hug. "Let me set these down, buddy boy, and I'll
greet you proper." Nick was carrying the pie and the box from the bakery,
and stood behind me a little. "Sean, let me introduce you to Nick."

"Here, let me get that," Sean said, taking the pie from Nick's hand. Then
he stuck out his other hand and they bapped. Awesome, the boys were
acquainted.

"That bird smells good, Bill!" I said, as we walked toward the
kitchen. Bill came out from behind the island, and took one of my casserole
dishes setting it on the countertop. I set the other one down, and we
embraced, clapping each others' backs.

"Bill, I would like you to meet Nick. Nick, Bill is my oldest and best
friend. Now my two favorite guys have met."

"Hey, what about me?" Sean said, in mock offense.

"My three favorite guys, I meant to say," and we all laughed.

"How long do we have?" I inquired.

"I actually just put the turkey in a bit ago, so we have a few hours yet,"
Bill replied.

"Awesome. Long enough to watch the Lions lose!" I said, rubbing my hands
together. It was a favorite Thanksgiving tradition to watch the Lions game
while the turkey roasted. We went to the den, and the game was already up
on the big screen, the Lions in their Honolulu Blue uniforms were hours
away from their inevitable defeat, and looked fresh and pumped for the
game. We sat me, Nick, Sean, and Bill on the big leather couch, Bill and I
flanking the ends.

"Get a load of this," Bill said, getting my attention. "Hey Seanny, show
Ben how good you mix a manhattan," Sean got up from the couch, and pulled
Nick with him. They went over to the bar along the wall, and Sean got to
work. He and Nick came back with four glasses, and Nick handed one to me.

"Uh, Nick, what's in your glass?" I asked.

Sean answered, "Just coke with a cherry in it."

Bill laughed, "One of these days, I'll have to test your drinks to make
sure, buddy, but for now, I am sure you are right."

"Cheers, boys," I offered. "Happy Thanksgiving, and, Happy Birthday to
Nick!" We clinked our glasses, and I took a sip.

"Well, damn! If I didn't have hair on my chest, I sure will after this!
Nice job, Sean."

"What? You have tons of hair on your chest," Nick said, and then looked
embarrassed.

Bill raised his eyebrows, and chuckled.

"It's an expression," I explained. "It means that it's a really strong
drink. And good, too!" I added, for Sean's benefit.

We sat, enjoying our drinks, as the first quarter moved by, the Lions
fumbling and not completing their passes, and giving up the ball every time
they had it. I put my arm around Nick, and he cuddled into me. I looked
over, and Bill and Sean were cuddled up, too. By halftime it was time for
more drinks, and we went to the kitchen to baste the bird and get some
snacks. The house had that Thanksgiving smell.

"I'm gonna hit the head," I announced, making a move toward the hallway.

"Me, too," Nick said.

"Come with, buddy," I suggested, and we walked to the bathroom
together. Doing our business, I washed my hands, and then Nick did, too. I
looked at him for a moment, and then I kissed him full on the lips "I'm so
proud that you're my boyfriend and that you're here with me today," I
confessed.

Nick blushed, and kissed me back. The kiss became heated quickly, and I was
groping and fondling my little butterball. "I am gonna take you right here
in this bathroom if we don't stop," I husked. "We should get back." Nick
looked disappointed, but obliged. Ahh, youth.

Heading back into the room, I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing. We
entered the den, and sure enough, Sean was straddling Bill's torso, their
faces pressed together. I cleared my throat, to let them know we were
back. Sean turned his head, his face bearing the same expression of lust
and disappointment that I'd just seen on Nick's when I pushed him out of
the washroom. I chuckled, nervously.

I felt Nick's hand grab for mine, and I looked down and he was wide-eyed,
looking at the couch. I led him back, and once settled in, taking a big
pull on my manhattan, I spoke. "So, I guess it's all out there now," I
began, pulling Nick against my chest. "Bill and Sean love each other, like
you and I do, Nick. And Sean and Bill, Nick is my boyfriend and my lover."

"Called it!" Sean said, in his smartass way.

Bill chuckled. "I'm glad it's all out in the open. There's no one I trust
more than Ben and Sean, and Nick, that trust now extends to you," he
explained clearly.

Nick was speechless, but a smile crept over his shocked face, transforming
it. "Good, because I didn't want to wait anymore to kiss you." And he
proceeded to kiss me hungrily, which I returned with equal fervor.

"Don't mind us, boys," Bill quipped from his side of the couch.

Pulling back from Nick's lips for a moment, I joked, "Do you hear
something, Nick? I don't." And I went back to kissing my boy. Kissing,
caressing, fondling, eventually we were spread over the couch, our nice
outfits rumpled and our shirts untucked, and our lips all puffy from all
the making out. The game was nearing its final death throes, as the Lions
were crushed at every play.

"It's time to put the casseroles in," Bill announced, breaking us from our
passions. We clambered up from the couch, and went into the kitchen
together, mobilizing.

"Sean and Nick, will you set the table? Sean, use the nice stuff, eh, it's
Thanksgiving!"

"And my birthday!" Nick said, as he followed Sean into the dining room.

"I feel better knowing we don't have to hide," Bill confessed to me.

"Yeah, I had wondered if I should bring it up to Nick, but decided I'd let
you make the call," I replied, "and it seems like it worked out just fine."

"Nick is a sweetheart, and a cutie. I can see how he works his magic on
you. You are actually beaming and flushed. Love looks good on you, buddy,"
Bill said, clapping me on the back.

The boys were back in a bit, and, after another round of cocktails, it was
finally time for supper. We ferried the dishes into the dining room, the
turkey, mashed potatoes, our two casseroles, gravy, and dressing. Bill
pulled out four champagne flutes, and opened a bottle, pouring his and mine
full, and Nick and Sean's with just a little.

"Have you ever had champagne before?" I asked Nick.

"No, I haven't," he admitted. "What do I do?"

"Well, when it's time, we'll probably have a toast, and you can have a
sip. Take a little, and see how you like it. Get used to the taste. It's an
adult taste," I added.

"That's what you said about cum, too," he said, matter of factly, then
blushed furiously when he heard Bill guffaw from the other side of the
table.

"Smooth, buddy," Bill said, to me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Pay him no mind, babyboy, I'll never steer you
wrong," I assured Nick.

"To adult tastes," Bill said, holding up his glass, a smirk on his face. We
all raised our glasses and clinked. "Happy Thanksgiving, boys!" he
finished. And we each took a sip of our champagne.

"I think I can get used to it," Nick said, putting the glass down.

Smartass Sean piped up "is that what Ben told you, too?"

We all laughed hard at that one, and there were fist baps to Sean for his
quick wit. I wondered just what I was getting myself into over here with my
boy.

Dinner was excellent, and everybody had their fill. Bill brought out small
plates, and pie was cut. I went into the kitchen, pulled out the cake, and
put eleven candles on it. "Sean, can you help me for a moment?" I called
from the kitchen. Sean appeared quickly, and he helped me get the candles
lit. Then, walking to the dining room, I hummed a starting pitch, and we
began a rousing round of Happy Birthday to Nick.

The Noe Valley Bakery always delighted, and their chocolate cake was
superb. All of us had distended bellies, as we sat back after an amazing
meal. We began bringing plates to the kitchen. "You guys go get
comfortable, put on a movie or something, and we'll be in after we clean
up," Bill suggested to Sean and Nick. They didn't need to be told twice,
realizing they were excused from dish duty. We hustled through the dishes
as quickly as we could, but it still took a while to get everything put
away. We were going to have leftovers for days.

As we approached the den, it seemed pretty quiet for two boys and a movie,
and I heard giggles. "I think we're being set up for something," I
whispered to Bill.

He nodded in agreement. "Well, here goes," he said, ready to walk into
whatever trap they had set for us.

We both stood stock still, our mouths slightly agape, at what we saw. It
took me a few seconds to register just what was going on. Sean and Nick
were both naked and kneeling on the floor, their faces to the couch, in
front of where Bill and I had been seated earlier. "Take off your clothes,
Dad, and come have a seat." Sean said, seductively.

"You, too, Ben," Nick encouraged me to do the same.

You don't have to ask me twice to get naked with a beautiful boy, and Bill
and I acted like teenagers, dropping our clothes and peeling off our shirts
on the floor, and crossing to the couch to take our places. Almost in
unison, Nick and Sean went down on me and Bill. My cock was rapidly rising
to the occasion. Damn, what a surprise, and Nick's mouth felt so good. He
used all his skills and tricks, working my cock like a little fucking pro,
getting my dick slick.

I was amused to see that he was sideeyeing Sean, and taking note at Sean's
techniques. I saw Sean doing the same, and he began playing with his dad's
balls, like Nick was doing with mine. I heard Bill groan appreciatively at
this new innovation, and I was proud that my boy was teaching his son some
new things, too. I watched as Sean took his dad all the way to the
root. Nick was wide-eyed, and I felt him going down more than he ever had.

"That's right, Nick, you can do it. Nice and slow. Take it easy. Breathe
through your nose. You're my fucking amaing little trooper," I encouraged
him.

"Good boy, Seanny, you make your pervert dad so fucking proud when you take
my dick like a champ. You're the best cocksucker I ever had, you're my
boy," Bill reassured his son that he was doing a great job.

Both of us moaned and talked dirty to our boys, getting the best blowjobs
we'd had yet. Nick and Sean were competing with each other, as good
red-blooded males will do, and I felt Nick push deeper onto me.

"Fuck yeah!" I shouted when I finally felt his nose hit my pelvis. "That's
my boy, Nick! Fuckin ay!" Bill swiveled his sex-crazed head over my
direction and marveled that my Nick had my ten inches buried in his
throat. I could feel his throat spasming around me, and I caressed his
head, "Just keep breathing, you got this buddy, you're doing real well."

This was the hottest Nick had ever made me, and as long as I wanted this to
last, I could feel Nick struggling to take it. It was a huge step for any
guy. The idea that he wanted to try had me right on edge, and I decided not
to hold back at all. "Fuck yeah, pig! Make your boyfriend cum!" I grunted,
and I began to shoot in his mouth. He backed off so that just my head was
in his mouth, tasting my cum, the hungry cum pig that he was. As I finished
my orgasm, I moaned and cooed in happiness, and my boy licked and cleaned
off my cock, as the slurping sounds next to us intensified.

I caressed Nick's head as he laid it in my lap. He'd worked really hard,
and I was so proud of him. We watched the show next to us for a moment.

"Baby, let me into you, I wanna fuck you. You've got your dad so hard and
hot," Bill praised his boy.

Sean backed off his cock, and climbed up into his dad's lap. As Bill leaned
forward, Sean wrapped his legs around the back, and then slowly sat down on
Bill's thick tool. Bill's beercan went in easy, and I could tell that
they'd been doing a lot of fucking, because Sean just moaned in delight as
he was impaled on Bill's dick.

Nick was wide-eyed, and I pulled him up in my lap, his back against my
chest. We sat and watched Bill and Sean, as I gently stroked Nick's
beautiful three inches.

"You feel so good, dad!  So Good!" Sean said, as he pumped up and down on
Bill's dick. They kissed, as Bill sped up his fucking.

"That's right, baby, you were made for me, my boy to breed and fuck and
love. No dad has ever been as lucky." Bill, pushed harder and deeper into
his boy, grunting. He was practically pistoning.

They fucked so well together. I could see that this was a frequent
occurrence, and knowing what a horndog Bill was, I was sure they were
fucking at least once a day.

"Whose ass is this?" Bill questioned.

"It's your ass, dad. You made it, you can have it whenever you want it,
wherever you want it," Sean replied.

"And whose cock is this?" Bill asked, grabbing Sean's cocklet as it rested
against his furry chest.

"It's your cock, dad. Yours whenever you want it."

"Fuck yeah, boy. You want my big dick in your boycunt, Seanny?"

"Yeah, dad, I need you inside me. I need your cum inside me. Feed me!" Sean
begged.

"And you're gonna keep it in you all night, aren't you, pig? Gonna keep
daddy's cum deep in your ass, becoming a part of you?"

"Yeah, dad! Make me yours. Keep it in me!" Sean's breathing was becoming
erratic.

I kept my pressure on Nick's cock, rubbing his sensitive head, playing with
his nipples, kissing his ear and whispering how sexy and beautiful he
was. I felt Nick's breathing change, and I knew his orgasm was imminent.

"I'm gonna cum, dad, I can't hold it!" Sean shouted, and I knew he'd just
hit his orgasm.

Nick did at the same time, letting out his own shout "Oh, Ben! Yeah! I am
gonna cum!"

"Fuck, babyboy, I am gonna cum in you now! Your dad is gonna shoot deep
inside you!" I knew Sean's muscles must have been contracting on his dad's
thick cock, milking that load. With a mighty roar, Bill came, letting out a
torrent of dirty talk as he seeded his pride and joy. After a minute or
two, Sean dismounted, and slid down his dad. I took note at how tightly he
clenched his ass, and I knew he was keeping his dad buried inside him. He
went back down to Bill's dick, licking and sucking and cleaning it off,
then he climbed back up in his dad's lap, and they cuddled.

"Happy Birthday, baby, I love you." I said quietly in Nick's ear, nibbling
it as I spoke to him.

"You guys are up in the front bedroom," Bill said, as he and Sean stretched
and yawned. Stuffed from a big turkey dinner, and satisfied from having had
hot sex with our boys, we were all ready to sleep.

I nodded in agreement, and, saying goodnight in the hallway, we each went
into our separate rooms; Nick and me in the guest room, and Sean and Bill
in the master suite.

After we'd washed our faces and used the washroom, I peeled back the covers
of our bed, and Nick climbed in. I went to my bag and pulled out a box
wrapped in gold foil paper with a burgundy ribbon. I handed it to
Nick. "Happy Birthday, my love."

He unwrapped it, and opened the box. I'd picked up a little sand dollar on
the day we went to the beach, our first date. I'd had it dipped in gold,
and a small hole drilled in it, through which I'd threaded a leather
cord. He knew instantly that it had come from Pescadero, and he put it over
his head. It looked so good on his smooth skin. He looked up at me, his
eyes glistening with tears. "No one makes me feel as loved as you do," he
said. It was such a simple and powerful statement.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you," I returned. And I meant
it.

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Thank you for reading, gentlemen. One birthday down, a second to go. Let's
see how they get on in Part 6.