Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 17:57:14 -0500 (EST) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Dad's Best Friend (gay/adult youth, oral anal, m/MM) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re- post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2012 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Dad's Best Friend By Wolf I was a 16-year-old, high school junior, and thought I was just like all of the other guys in school until my father's best friend changed everything. My parents had moved to a town called Westminster, in Orange County, California because he was an engineer for McDonald Douglas Aircraft in Long Beach while I was growing up. I had played football, and made the varsity team that year. I was in good condition. I had dark brown hair, hazel eyes, six-foot one, 185 pounds. Lifting weights to build upper body strength had developed larger than normal picks, and my nipples were larger than most guys. Guys use to make fun of my girly boobs. In those days if a guy stared too long at a guy's package while in the shower everyone assumed he was gay, and made fun of him. Hell... anyone springing a bonnier in the shower was considered a queer. I didn't need the pain, so I took quick showers and dressed quickly. Just the same I did wonder how big some of them would get, and what they would taste like. My godfather was my father's old college roommate, by the name of Gary. He was a general practitioner doctor. He eventually formed clinical partnership with two other doctors in Long Beach, so he moved his family to New Port Beach. He had a very attractive wife, named Erika, and two daughters. Both of the girls were as attractive as their mother. Gary was a very good looking man, six-foot two, 190 pounds. He was not muscular but kept himself in pretty good condition by daily workouts and plays tennis. He had dark hair that was slightly wavy, brown eyes, clean shaven. He didn't have a lot of body hair actually there was just a little fuzz on his body. I was like the son he didn't have. I spent a lot of time at his home. We played a lot of sports together. One spring day we had gone to the Angles baseball game together. His wife and daughters had no interest in sports, so they had gone to San Diego for the weekend to visit friends and shop. He suggested that we take a dip in the pool before going out to dinner. I sat there on the patio lawn chair drinking a beer, and declined the offer of a swim, because I hadn't brought a swim suit. He teased me, "Who said anything about swim trunks?" He casually stood up and removed all of his clothes. I was impressed with his six-inch cock with foreskin covering the knob with about a half inch of dangling skin. His balls were contained in a heavy sack that dangled between his legs. I was embarrassed, but quickly stripped off my clothes. Once in the pool we began to play around. As our bodies touch the contact became more erotic. Gary rubbed my thigh, and I got a bonnier. He grasped the cheek of my ass too. He even dug a finger between the cheeks to toy with my asshole. I was so fucking horny I would hardly stand it. Looking down through the clear water I could tell he was horny too. He took hold of my cock and pulled me to the edge of the pool, like my cock was a leash. He hopped up out of the water, sitting on the edge with his feet dangling in the water, as he spread his legs wide and told me, "You know what I want you to do!" I wondered how he knew that I wanted to suck his cock, but I placed my hands on his thighs and took his stiff cock into my mouth. I was thrilled to be sucking my first cock. I got some pride out of my ability to make him cum in my mouth. After I swallowed his cum, we dried off and made our way to his upstairs guest room, where we continued our lustful afternoon and evening in consensual sex. He told me what he was going to teach me everything I would need to know about pleasing men. "You really are a born cocksucker, but there is so much more about satisfying men that will be making passes at you." Gary took me into the guest bathroom and taught me how to give myself an enema, to clean my colon out before having sex with men. When we returned to the bedroom he taught me how to kiss a man, sucking nipples, sucking cock, rimming assholes before getting fucked in the ass. He also taught me how to clean a lover's cock with my mouth after he had fucked me in the ass. After that weekend any time I planned to visit him I made sure to clean my boy pussy before leaving the house. Before we made love it was my duty to clean Gary's asshole with my tongue. As nasty as I thought it was, I got a bonnier every time. He assured me that some men like a little tart, so he bought me with a limited wardrobe of sexy women's underwear, dresses, negligees, high heels and wigs. I spent many an evening pleasing him in drag. He even arranged for me to meet other men that like to have sex with young girly-boys. Gary got off sitting in a chair jacking off while I sucked cocks or got fucked in the ass. I became very adept at pleasing men. After two years of pleasing Gary, I graduated with honors from high school, and could have gone on to college as my parents wished. I was tired of my humdrum life, and wanted to see other parts of the world, so I enlisted in the Air Force. My enlistment was for four years, and during that time I planned to determine if a military life was right for me, if not I would allow my enlistment to end, and go to the university. A few days before leaving for basic training, I went to see Dad when he was alone. I needed to open up to him, and explain that I would never marry a woman nor give him grandchildren. It was a typical beautiful southern California day. We sat on the patio gazing out at the pool. The cool sea breeze caused the water in the pool to gently lap at the edge of the pool. We kicked back sipping our beers, and I was nervously holding my beer, while working up the nerve to expose my soul to the man I most respected. I was fretting over what he would say. Could he fully appreciate how much I had changed over the past two years? My godfather, Gary, had molded me into the pussy-boy I was destined to be. I was nearly a man, planning to go out into the world as a gay man. The sun warmed us up regardless of the sea breeze blowing across the patio. There was a long uncomfortable silence between us. I was rehearsing my speech, and Dad was waiting patiently for me to reveal what was bothering me. There was no need to prolong the waiting, so I looked at my father sitting in the chase lounge to my right, on the other side of the glass toped table between us. "Dad," I began, paused and decided to just let it out, "I'm gay." Then I waited for whatever followed. He was silent, so I feared the worst, but his face didn't reveal what he was thinking. To my surprise a single tear rolled down his cheek. "Dad, are you Okay?" I whispered, and wondered what was going on in his head. He rose without saying a word, turned and went into the house. Three minutes later he returned, completely naked. He was sporting a raging hard-on, sticking out in front of him like the figure head of a Viking long ship. He stood right in front of my chair and commanded in a voice that would brook no decent, "Stand up and strip for me, Son!" "What?" I sputtered in confusion. "But..." "You heard me boy! Now get naked," he repeated, "Now!" I was in a stunned puzzled state of mind, I quickly stood up, and in a matter of seconds my T-shirt was pulled over my head, and my shorts along with my bikini briefs lay on the patio deck. He approached me, and pulled me into his arms to give me a bear hug. I was stunned by my father's actions. I had never suspected that he might have the same feelings as me. Who is this man that I have lived with all of these years? I had always pictured him as Mr. Straight Arrow. I had never suspected that he was sympathetic to homosexual causes. Now that he was hugging me, with our naked bodies pressed against each other, I felt his cock poking my pubic bone, before it slipped between the right crease between my balls and leg. He chuckled, moving his head back a few inches to look me in the eyes and smiled. "Son, I'm gay too!" Those were the last words I heard before he pressed his lips into mine, and his tongue parted my lips. I hesitated for a moment before used my tongue to duel with his. Gary's pleasure training kicked in, I returned his passionate kiss with everything I had, at first lightly, but with ever increasing pressure. I had been well trained to please men by Gary. My Dad deserved to find out how good I was at pleasing men. Every nerve on my body became sensitive to the slightest touch. As my mind became accustomed to the new relationship with my father I adapted to the thrill of his touch. I know there was a social taboo against father and son engaging in incest, but the two years spent with Gary had bent all of those rules. Dad was surly not objecting to our new relationship. He pulled back from me and whispered, "Welcome to the family!" I was puzzled, "What family? Who else is in the family?" "Now I can tell you the family secret that's been passed down from father to son for decades!" My head was spinning, my family was queer? "That can wait," Dad said. "We have a lot to share. My boyfriend, Gary, has filled me in on how well you've taken to his sexual training, and I would like a sample of what you have learned!" He placed his hands on my shoulders, and lightly pressed downward. My training had prepared me to surrender, and sink to my knees. I was staring directly into the eye of my father's seven inch beauty of a cock. "You know what I want you to do!" He smiled down at me, and stroked my head. One hand grasped the back of my head pulling my head towards his cock. I stuck out my tongue to lap up the pre-cum dripping from the eye of his cock. "Mmmmm...Delicious," I whispered while looking up into my father's shinny eyes. Dad wanted to find out how well I had been trained to please men. Today he was going to learn. Mom and my sisters were gone for the weekend, so Dad led me to the guest bedroom, where he pushed me back onto the bed, pulled my legs apart and went down on my raging hard-on. "Nice cock, Son. You certainly fit in with the family's dick tradition." He didn't say anything more because he was too busy moving his head up and down on the shaft of my erection with gusto. It was all I could do to keep from cumming in his mouth too soon. I felt no need to tell him about my impending ejaculation, because he was obviously familiar with the increased throbbing cock size that signals impending cum. When I came it was one of the strongest quivering cums of my life. Dad cleaned the still oozing cum from my still throbbing cock with his mouth and tongue. He was looking up at my face the whole time. When he was finished cleaning my cock he crawled up my body until we were face to face. When he kissed me, he fed me some of my own cum. When he lifted his head I said, "Fantastic Dad. You've managed to keep this entire secret for all of these years. Does Mom know that you are gay, and have you stopped having sex with her?" He laughed quietly, "Not at all, you see son I'm bisexual. Your mother's body had always turned me on. I am able to satisfy myself while satisfying your mother's sexual appetite. Gary is the only man I have been with for years. We became lovers while college roommates." I lay in my father's comforting arms, while he stroked my back lightly. Minutes passed until Dad broke the silence by saying, "You know I'm quite aroused by being naked with you. He cast his eyes down to his large hard-on resting between our bodies. "Would you mind if I fucked your tight ass? Gary has been telling what a good fuck you are!" "You certainly do have a way with words. Dad, I would love to have my Daddies' dick up my ass! Who says incest can't be fun and educational too." We separated long enough for us use the bathroom. I evacuated my bowl, and cleaned up in preparation for what was coming. When I returned to bed I placed a pillow under my butt. I preferred the missionary position because I liked to watch Gary's face while he fucked me. Now I was going to watch my Father's face while he fucked me. I raised my legs in supplication awaiting the ceremonial penetration by my Father's cock. Gary had popped my cherry two years ago, but this was the first time my Father was going to fuck me, and I felt like a virgin. Dad had also used the bathroom to prepare for the occasion. He returned quickly, with a tube of lubricant. He asked me to coat his cock, while he fingered my anus in preparation for his entry. While I stroked the lubricant up and down Dad's lovely cock, it seemed so natural that a son should surrender his ass to his Father. It was also a natural feeling having his finger up my asshole. Gary had prepared me well. No more than a half hour ago I had been his son, now I was about to become his gay lover. He had to relocate his body from alongside of me to a position with his knees resting against the bottom of my butt. I lowered my heels until they were resting on his shoulders. He used his right hand to guide the head of his cock towards my boy-pussy. "Nice Daddy, keep it coming!" I whispered. Daddy gave me a sweet smile and pushed his cock deep into my ass. Even though I was accustomed to being fucked by a man sized cock, it stretched my sphincter to the limit, and causing me plenty of pain, until he was all the way in. When Dad started fucking me, the pain was replaced by a feeling that had my own cock slapping my belly. Daddy couldn't resist taking hold of my cock and jacking me off while he fucked my ass. "Oh...GAWD!!!!!" I uttered, so caught up in the feelings of deep pressure radiating from the head and shaft of his erection as it filled my rectum. Gary and many men had fucked me during the past two years, and I loved being seduced by them, but having sex with my Father was completely different. His prick was not just another cock, his cock was the love tool that had made me, and filled me with the deepest parts of my psyche. In other words, "Oh my Gawd, does that feel fucking good!" "Me too, Son! I've shagged plenty of guys but this is incredible fucking my own Son's ass is the best thing I have ever done. Having reached full depth, his balls resting against my butt cheeks, he paused to savor this sensation. Then he began to withdraw slowly, lasciviously sending shock waves of sensual excitement through my boy-pussy. He began to pant as he began to fuck my ass. I felt his torpedo sliding back down my tube igniting more waves of heat and passion, like I was on fire. Time became irrelevant as the sex became an animal thing. I relished the sound of his flesh slapping against my butt. The bed was rocking with each frantic jab. Suddenly I felt my own balls starting to give up their juice to spray all over my belly and chest. I did everything in my power to help Dad's quest for release. I threw my head back and used my sphincter to milk his cock. Then it happened, he pushed forward with such force that I was pushed almost off of the pillow. "Uhnggggg!" He cried out while continuing to push. He panted and made whimpering noises, while pulse after pulse of his cum into me. I groaned as our combined energies brought my Father to a climax. Just like that my asshole was so slippery that his cock almost slipped out on a back stroke. I felt cum dribbling down the crack of my ass to wet the bed. He tensed for a few seconds, and then collapsed on top of me, panting. Our mutual heavy breathing lasted for minutes. We made no effort to separate, while enjoying the afterglow of the oneness that we had just shared, but it had to end eventually. When Dad's cock returned to the flaccid state it slipped out of my ass. My sphincter had been stretched open so long that I felt stabbing pain every time I tried to clamp it shut. I felt cool air on my asshole. Dad regained himself soon enough and said, "Damn, Son you ARE a good fuck!" "You can thank Gary, Dad. He made sure I got a good education. I'm glad I was awake during those lessons!" We both laughed at my humor. "We are one gooey, sweaty mess. What about a shower?" he said. Having said that, he rose up and pulled me up. We entered the bathroom hand in hand. We entered the shower together, and chatted about sex while was washed each other's body. I was reluctant to allow this moment to end, for the first time in my life I had the freedom to be emotional and physically close to my Dad. The old fears of being aroused by another man had been dispelled when Gary and I began our relationship. Now it was a deeper, closer feeling I had for my Father. It was like worshiping the Pope, washing his feet. When I stood up, he pulled me into his arms and we stood there kissing under the spray of water. It was the kind of kiss that serves to blow lightly on the still glowing embers of a fire. I felt my own cock beginning to respond. As we stood there in a close embrace I felt his cock pressing against my thigh. Dad turned off the water and opened the glass door, and reached for a couple of towels, one for me and the other for himself. We stepped out and concentrated on drying off. Dad said, "I'm hungry for a grilled hamburger." "Whatever you say, Dad, you're the boss!" He grinned at me. Having finished drying off, we headed back to the patio naked to fire up the grill. Mom and the girls wouldn't be home for hours, and the fence and vegetation insured our privacy. Or so we thought. It turned out a single pair of eyes, just happened at that moment to be pressed against a hole in the fence. Dad's neighbor up to now had minded his own business in his own backyard. He happened to hear us tossing ribald comments back and forth. What to his amazed eyes appeared to be his straight neighbor, and the son he had witnessed growing up caught in a naked embrace. Lips met eyes closed. George must have wondered, what the hell. Now, common courtesy demanded that he let them have their privacy. Mr. Gordon was caught in a dilemma, the tall fence had been built for privacy, yet his curiosity was the winner, and he continued to watch. He was greeted by the sight of me on my knees sucking my Dad's cock, while Dad was stroking my hair. I'm sure Mr. Gordon was fascinated, witnessing me sucking my father's cock, for God's sake. It must have been unbelievable to him. The ancient prohibition about incest must have tweaked his conscience. There must have been a point that he realized that he had a bonnier begging to be relieved. He quickly answered the call by dropping his shorts to extract a raging thick six-inch hard-on and wrapped his fingers around it. He began stroking it while watching me sucking cock. His strokes matched my cock sucking until he felt himself on the verge on cumming, just as he witnessed my Dad squirting cum into my mouth. Dad was gripping a support for the patio cover, as he threw back his head, groaned almost inaudibly and thrust his pelvis forward into my mouth. He held it there for a long time, while I cleaned his cock. When I was finished, I rose to embrace my father again. Mr. Gordon must have felt a little shame for having indulged in voyeurism while jacking off, but not enough to prevent him from continuing watching us. He must have had a desire to have his cock sucked the same way I was doing it to Dad. He regained his composure when he heard Dad and me laughing and talking about grilling hamburgers. As if nobody had just gotten a blowjob. Mr. Gordon had never suspected that my Dad was a homosexual. He struggled with the realization that he had witnessed me giving my Father a blowjob. He eventually pulled up his shorts after depositing a load of cum on the plants against the fence and entered his house where his wife was preparing lunch. After closing the backdoor he leaned back and let out a lungful of air. His wife looked up at him, curious about his action. "Are you alright, George?" He looked at her as though he was surprised to see her there. He shook his head and said, "Yes, sure, I'm Okay." She told him, "Lunch is ready. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. I was to lean about all of this a few days later when Mr. Gordon confronted me. He caught me in the driveway and said, "Look...I need one of your Dad's tools, to finish a job I am working on at home. It is one of those tools I don't have. Maybe I can look in your garage, and borrow it. Your Dad won't mind, we swap tools all of the time." I had no problem allowing him to borrow a tool or two. I knew Dad wouldn't mind. "Sure Mr. Gordon, go ahead. You know where everything is!" I'm sure that I was immature and a little naïve as well. Mr. George Gordon insisted that I come into the garage with him. As soon as we were behind closed doors he demanded that I suck his cock. He told me had witnessed me sucking my father's cock the other day. He was so horny that a blowjob did not satisfy him. He demanded that I drop my pants, and he dry fucked my asshole. It hurt a lot but he didn't care about my feelings. My butt was sore for days after that. One afternoon I was looking for Mr. Gordon's son Charles. When I entered Mr. Gordon house I didn't find his wife and went looking for his son, James. I eventually found him in his bedroom. He was sitting at his desk staring at the monitor of his computer. He heard me open the door, and quickly tried to hit the escape key before I got a good look at what he had been intently watching, but it was too late I had seen what was on the screen. He had been watching a video of a young man or teenager sucking the fat cock of a hairy, potbellied fat man. Charles tried to explain that he had heard older boys talking about queers. "It was obvious that queers were unpopular. I wanted to ask why queers were disliked so much, but I knew if I asked questions they'd just laugh at me, and wonder why I was even interested in queers anyway. I figured the safest thing to do was just keep my mouth shut, and wait until I could look it up on my computer. Google didn't just answer the question directly. Rather, it offers thousands of sites to visit. I didn't know which sites would answer my question, so I started with the first one. It took a few moments for the site to open. I had my Father's old modem, connected to a dial up. Some sites took longer than others. You walked in while I was looking for the answer." Of course I don't believe him, but it would be rude to call his bluff. I asked, "Did you get what I needed?" "Every site I opened was just a porn site!" I calmly stated, "I like watch gay porn myself. There is just something about it that turns me on!" Chuck beamed, "Really...do you want to watch a video?" "Sure!" Chuck clicked on the search screen again and entered the site he had been watching. The video started all over again. When the action got to the good part, it was obvious the young Gordon was getting excited. His little cock was getting excited. His pants were starting to tent up. I leaned over his shoulder to watch the action, and place my hand on his pants. When he didn't object to my bold action, I unzipped his pants and reached in to retrieve his little penis. I used two fingers and my thumb to jack him off. Chuck was really starting to enjoy my manipulation, without taking his eyes off of the monitor. At that moment Mr. Gordon entered Chuck's bedroom. He was about to turn and leave when he saw the screen with all its gay glory. The picture showed the fat man sticking his cock up the ass of the young male. George stopped moving, and didn't get out all of the words good-bye. He saw his son's face flush. Chuck also reached instinctively to hit the escape key, but unfortunately I had already grabbed my wrist. Chuck turned to look at Mr. Gordon, "Oh my GAWD! I didn't know...I didn't think...that...! I didn't mean to. I just wanted to find out what makes the word queers such a bad word to people." He was shuddering in an astonished voice as he began to cry. "Please Dad, I didn't mean too! He was obviously afraid of his father. George pulled a chair over to sit next to his son to console him. "Hey son, I'm not going to tell anybody. It was just a mistake, Right?" Chuck was almost balling by that time, "You're not mad at me?" George cut him off. "Yes, you just made a mistake! You shouldn't punish yourself for something you didn't mean to do, should you?" He put his arm around his son's shoulders and squeezed him. I wondered how long before George noticed that Chuck's dick was out of his pants. Chuck was keeping his hand over his cock. George said, "As long as you're on this site, wouldn't you like to see what queers do?" Chuck and I could not believe what we were hearing. Cuck said, "You mean...you'd let me look at the site, and not tell Mom?" "No, of course not, but as long as the site is open, why don't we look at what's in it, huh? Nothing embarrasses me anymore! " With the fear dissipated and curiosity at its peak, Cuck turned to the monitor and pressed the keyboard to open another site. The screen opened with an hourglass turning around several times before it disappeared to another picture of two older men. They were probably middle aged, but to Chuck and me any man over thirty was old. They were wearing tight fitting jeans and heavy work boots, but no shirts. The sound was not on, so their voices were not heard. The men smiled at each other and approached to embrace while kissing. Chuck gasped at the display of affection between them. George said to his son, "Son, when queers do things like that in public is why other people don't like them!" Chuck didn't respond, we were fascinated by the action on the screen. The two men began unfastening each other's jeans. My heart was racing as the two men took turns removing each other's boots to get the jeans off. Their tight tidy whites had large bulges in the front. As the one kneeling pulled down the underwear of the one standing, we were enthralled by the sight of their 8-inch cocks pointing up at steep angle, my throat was dry. Even my breath was coming in shallow gasps. I could not pull my eyes away from their immense manhood. Their cocks were cut to show large mushroom heads. Both men had pre-cum leaking from their cocks. When they were both naked, they stood up and embraced each other while kissing each other. They were both grasping each other's cocks too. When they broke the kiss, one of them dropped to his knees. Chuck already was holding his cock, and his father was also grasping the front of his pants. Of course I placed my free hand on my cock too, and pressed against my painfully ridged boner inside my briefs, as one of the men on the monitor was standing and his cock disappeared into the mouth of the kneeling man. George said in a soft whisper, "Here let me help you with that!" Chuck was not even aware that his father had unzipped his own fly, before he reached over his son's body to take hold of his son's penis. That was when Chuck turned his head to see that his father's 6- inch cock was dangling from his open fly. It was so close to his head that he could even smell it. Vaguely I heard the words, as Chuck realized that his father really shouldn't be helping him or touching his cock like this. I was torn between the men giving the blowjob on the screen, while George was touching his son's cock. Chuck reached over to take hold of his father's prick to play with it. Mr. Gordon continued to stroke his son's penis. There was no thought of turning off the computer while father and son jacked each other off. I felt as if I should be on one knee to suck on their cocks, instead I slowly continued stroking myself. The man on the monitor fucking the mouth of the kneeling man, and he started grunting as he fucked the kneeling man's mouth. The man kneeling was looking up into the eyes of the man he was sucking. When he pulled back his head, he opened his mouth to display to the camera his tongue with a pool of white sticky cum. George said, "See that stuff in his mouth, Chuck. That's called cum. When men and boys get excited like we are, we can shoot cum too!" When the man holding his tongue out with the cum closed his mouth, I saw his throat move up and down, I knew he had swallowed the cum. I had a funny feeling that Chuck, really, was longing, a wish, a need, and a desire that he could not express. Gordon was fully aware of his son's state of mind. He was a very thoughtful man, he decided to help him. He pointed his dripping cock at Chuck's face. "Suck me, Son!" Chuck was still lost in the action on the monitor. He was watching that man sucking the other man's cock, and it made him want to be that man. He turned his head and saw his father's one eyed monster right there in front of his face. He opened his mouth and closed it around the head as George stepped closer. He sucked on his cock much as a baby nurses on their mother's breast, in response to the instinctual natural urge. Mr. Gordon gasped at the amazing feelings that his son was sending through his cock and body. I knew that Chuck was a natural sock-sucker, and I understood what George could give his son, having swallowed my father's cum. George started thrusting his cock slowly into Chuck's mouth and pulling back to the point that the knob was barely in his mouth, he set up a rhythm with him to push more cock each time until pubes met chin. There was only one result that could happen, and I saw George's balls jerk as he ejaculated. Chuck clung to George's hips to prevent him from withdrawing until his balls were drained. Chuck gagged a little as George squirted his elixir into his mouth. Afterwards George leaned over and kissed both of us on my lips. I pushed my tongue into George's mouth to savor his cum with him. When George pulled back, I was slightly disoriented for a moment. George asked with concern, "How to you feel, Chuck?" Chuck responded sheepishly, "I'm alright, but did I just suck your cock?" "Yes, you did my boy, and you did it very well! Did you like sucking on my dick, and feeling my cum shooting into your mouth?" Chuck nodded my head and slumped in his chair, "I'm tired Dad can you help me to bed?" "Of course, let's get you undressed." George led him to the bed and undressed him completely, while I watched. His father pulled the covers back, and helped Chuck into the bed. Chuck complained, "But I'm naked. I have to wear pajamas!" "In a minute, Son, just lay back!" Chuck wasn't ready to argue with his father, so he just lay back, waiting for his father to pull the blankets over him. George looked down at his son's naked body, and couldn't resist taking advantage of him. I stood there watching everything. Chuck was a lovely looking boy, and was just discovering his sexuality. He's need a guide for this journey, and his father and I were just the ones to do it. Chuck just lay there waiting. His body was completely hairless except for a few dark sprouting hairs near his cock. George could no longer restrain himself. He climbed on the bed between Chuck's thighs. I stood there by the bed as George professed his love for his son, as he bend over the boy, and took the boy's cock and balls into his mouth. Little Chuck's eyes shot open. He was fully awake by that time appreciating the marvelous feeling his father was giving him. He groaned, clutched the sheet, and cried out in ecstatic enjoyment. For the next few minutes Chuck was introduced to the joys of having his cock sucked by his father. Just when he reached that moment when his balls prepared to surrender their elixir of life, an inexpressible desire filled Chuck, and he cried out, "Oh my GAWD, Oh Shit, Oh GAWD!" He repeated and repeated as his semen flowed into his father's mouth, until nothing was left. Chuck lay back limply with a sweaty sheen covered his body and forehead. His little cock was deflated as it slipped from his father's mouth. Chuck sat up and looked at his father's smiling countenance. "Like that!" the smiling face nodded. Chuck said, "I've never felt anything like that before!" George asked, "You want me to do it again?" "Uh huh!" was Chuck's response. 'Okay, that's what queers do." George stated matter of factually. "It is? Then why are they so bad? I did it and I'm not bad!" Chuck said. "No, of course you're not bad! A lot of boy's do it and their not bad. I've done it and I'm not bad!" George motioned for me to come closer, and he placed his hand on the back of my neck as he pulled my head down to his son's lap. I opened my mouth and took the little rubbery penis into my mouth. I sucked the boy until he was hard again. He was slower reaching his cum this time. I stuck a finger up Chuck's asshole to expedite his reaching his cum. aaa He looked up at her and smiled. "Yes, just preoccupied. I heard our neighbor and his son in their yard barbequing. He'd leaving for the Air Force basic training in two days. I was thinking that maybe I should go say a good-bye." "well, it looks like we're both finished, so why don't you go over." "I'll put on my swim suit in case they invite me to stay for a swim," he said rising from the table. As he walked away he was forming a plan in his mind how he might explain what he'd seen and how to use it to his advantage. The end result was Dad, Gary and George had a party with me before I left for boot camp. (Dad and George eventually had a discussion about his relationship with me.) If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com