Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2011 13:01:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kodiak Hatches A Plan

Once again, there is no truth to this story. While father and son are the
primary characters it is not, nor is it ever planned to be, an incest
story. N-Joi

Hugs,
Tag_m
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I watched with my throbbing cock in my hand as the adorable 13 year old
lowered his head to my equally adorable 11 year old son's cock. The boys'
mouth was wide open and once it completely covered Kodiak's stone hard
boner it closed. Kodiak winked at me just before it happened then closed
his eyes and sighed loudly as warmth from the young teenagers' mouth
flooded through his body. The boys' eyes were closed; his hand was between
his legs roughly squeezing and stroking his rock hard cock as he began to
suck my son. Kodiak reached out and put his hand on the kid's head as if to
encourage the boy to continue. He opened one eye briefly, made eye contact
with me and nodded his head ever so slightly. Show time.

I pulled my shorts back into place and let my t-shirt fall in order to hide
my arousal from the boy. It wouldn't do for him to know that I was hard.
That knowledge would certainly take away from the notion of my
"accidentally" catching him doing the nasty with my preteen son. So,
clothing in place, I stepped around the corner and acted surprised.

"What in the world..." I exclaimed, one hand at my cheek. The kid turned
his head quickly enough to cause whiplash. His mouth was so far open I
could have counted every tooth in his pretty little head and his dark blue
eyes were the size of pie tins. The hand that was on his cock dropped
giving me a clear view of 5 plus inches fully stiffened dick. Because his
shirt tail was resting at the base of it and his jeans were still in place
that was all that I saw. But I liked it.

"Dad," Kodiak said in feigned surprise his pulled his shorts up to cover
himself. It was quiet as a tomb for 20 seconds as my son and I let the
tension build, both of us knowing that "molester" boy was reaching maximum
anxiety levels. Then I pushed him over the brink.

I shook my head as if clearing it. "I'm calling the police," and headed
toward the kitchen where our phone was mounted on the wall. I heard a load
moan from the boy as his life passed in front of him. Then, as planned,
Kodiak intervened.

"Dad, wait." I heard my son get off the sofa, heard the other boy crying
softly but stopped and turned.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

"Can we talk about this?"

"What's there to talk about Kodiak? An older boy is having sex with you;
sucking your penis and masturbating. I don't think there's anything more to
talk about."

"But dad," my son pleaded, and quite convincingly, "It's not all Dylan's
fault dad, I let him do it."

"What difference does that make?  He's still taking advantage of a young
boy." By then Dylan had managed to get his clothes put back in place and
was standing up facing us. The boy was a stone hottie that's for sure but
that wasn't a surprise. Kodiak always picked hot boys and part of that was
probably due to the fact that he was a beauty himself.

"Not exactly dad. Look can we maybe work something out?"

"Like what; what's to work out? What can this boy possibly do," and then I
looked at the boy, "What can you do to make this right? What's your name,
Dylan?" He nodded. "So, what can you do to work this out Dylan?"

"Gosh Mr. Turner, I'll do anything," he said with sniffle, wiping his
running nose with the back of his hand, "anything you say but please don't
call the police, oh man I can't go to jail, please." Dylan's blue eyes were
watering like a fountain and for a moment I felt kind of sorry for the kid
but not for long. If things had gone the way they usually do then he had
suggested the sexual encounter to Kodiak not the other way around. Sure, my
son might have pointed him in the direction of the trailhead but the boy
had led him down the trail.

Kodiak intervened. "Dad, can Dylan and I talk in private for a moment?" I
nodded my head and Kodiak told the boy to come on and they headed for my
son's bedroom.


So, how did we get to that time and place? Well. It was due to the fact
that I loved boys. I loved them I loved them I loved them. But there was no
way I was going to go out into the world and risk losing my son by trying
to pick up a boy, no way. And there was equally no way in hell I was going
to touch my son; that was not going to happen either. So I adored boys but
seemed destined to have to resort to other means in order to gain any
amount of pleasure from them.

Prior to my marriage I had bedded my share of teens and a few preteen boys,
especially when I lived in Brazil. It was different when I moved back to
the US, times were getting tighter. The gay movement had happened and
things were coming out of the shadow but still it was still risky; to
engage sexually with a minor even more so. Also, as Kodiak grew up, I
didn't particularly want him to see me bringing home tricks or worse,
having one my boy toys start an interaction with my son.

Kodiak and I had always been close. After he was born my wife went back to
using drugs. After 9 months clean she didn't stop to think that her
tolerance had dropped considerably and so had taken too much. But it had
also been a hot shot, some bad chemicals of some kind. She overdosed and
went into a coma. After a month we pulled the life support and let her go.

Kodiak's mother had been Brazilian, a raven haired beauty, and I was far
from being an ugly duckling so our son had gotten the best of both of
us. Very light brown skinned, with huge hazel green eyes, whatever hair
that was growing or would grow on his body was thick, black, and
luxurious. Kodiak wore his hair long, parted in the middle and it hung
beyond his shoulders. It framed a smooth face, one not marred with a
blemish or freckle of any kind. The teeth that sat behind full sensuous
lips were crystal white and orthodontist straight.

As I said, Kodiak and I were extremely close. He didn't have, or want, a
bedroom of his own for the first 7 years of life. It wasn't until we moved
into the massive complex of apartment buildings where we now lived that he
finally got his own bedroom and even then he slept in my bed half the time.

As I said, I never touched my son in a sexual manner nor did he touch me in
that way yet we were both very physical. We loved to hug and hold each
other. We kissed each other at least twice a day; we gave each other back
rubs. We were comfortable with each other's body, clothed or unclothed. We
didn't practice nudity but we didn't shy away from it either. It was just
comfortable for both of us. Kodiak wasn't shy about erections either, both
of us having seen the other in such a state in our underwear often
enough. We'd had a discussion about them when he was 6 and wanted to know
why his dingy did that.

A couple of things happened that sort of created a catapult toward where we
were as this tale began. Kodiak entered 6th grade and sex education,
although the course was rudimentary. Back then sex Ed focused on marriage
as the framework or environment for sexual activity. Kodiak also learned
that sexual activity was normal and actually a physical need similar food
and water. Put that aside for a moment and enter the news of the day which
had to do with a local priest having been arrested for having sexual
encounters with teenage and preteen boys.

Kodiak was doing his homework after supper and the topic of sex education
came up. "What do you do about sex dad, I mean if a man isn't married?"
That led to a discussion about prostitutes and of course masturbation,
neither of which were discussed in his sex Ed class. That didn't stop them
from being discussed amongst the boys on the playground. Kodiak had heard
about masturbation and a couple of other things called beating off and
jacking off. I explained that they were the same.

"So what do you do dad since you aren't married? I had always tried to be
as honest as possible with my son so I told him that I masturbated which in
turn begged the questions about it. I explained the process to him and of
course he wanted me to show him how to do it and he especially wanted to
see what sperm looked like since he was clear about the fact that he
couldn't produce it now or in the near future most likely.

"Well that generally isn't something that father's show their sons Kodiak."
You know what came next. Why don't they?  So I tried to explain legalities
and the like which of course he discounted as being completely stupid.

He asked about my getting a girlfriend. "I haven't even ever seen you have
a date," which was true. I said I didn't want the involvement, that
girlfriends took a lot of time and energy which would take time away from
him.

"Is that why that priest that had sex with those boys because they can't
have girlfriends?" I allowed as how that might be part of the reason, the
other reason was that some men like being with boys?

"Maybe that would work for you too dad, being with boys I mean. Would you
do something like that, have you ever been with a boy?" Well now, that
certainly ripped open the proverbial can of worms. I was honest with him to
the point of telling him about my experiences as a boy and doing sexual
things with other boys. He wanted to know if I'd liked it and I said that I
had liked it very much.

"Then why don't you be with boys now? I'd be with you dad, I'd do some sex
stuff with you." I shook my head.

"You're my son Kodiak and as much as I appreciate your offer I can't do
that. I know there are parents who do and I guess that's okay for them but
it isn't okay with me. You're certainly a beautiful boy and if you weren't
my son I'd sure consider it." He came over and gave me a solid hug, a kiss
on the lips, and said,

"I love you. I want you to be happy." I thanked him and said I was very
happy.

"I'll figure something out dad, promise." I thought it rather bizarre that
my 11 year old son was going to figure out a solution to my sex life, or
lack thereof.

About a week later I was getting my rare boy fix, watching a VHS tape that
I'd gotten out of Europe a couple years before, this being the pre computer
and thus DVD era. Actually the tape held half a dozen short flicks and I
was watching one of my favorites; 3 boys aged about 15, 13, and Kodiak's
age, 11. The middle boy was sucking on the little boys' cock while lying on
his back and getting fucked by the older teen. It was hot as blazes and I
was sitting on the sofa wearing only a t-shirt and socks, my rock hard cock
in my fist.

Kodiak rarely got up in the night so I restricted my movie watching until
he'd been down at least an hour. The volume was almost off so as not to
wake my son and my moaning was kept to a minimum. Of course the place had
wall to wall carpeting so all of those things conspired to prevent me from
hearing him until he was standing at the end of the sofa.

"What are you doing dad," he asked quietly. I almost shit myself. I turned
to see Kodiak standing there, his wide eyes glued to my crotch and since my
hands were clutching my chest his view was unobstructed. He glanced at the
TV which happed to be showing a profile of the ménage a troi and it would
take a complete moron not to know what the 3 boys were doing.

"Are you masturbating dad," my son asked with no more inflection than if he
were asking the time of day. His attention then went back to the TV. "Does
that boy have his penis in the other boys' butt dad," he asked then walked
toward the set to get a closer view. I reached for my shorts and started to
pull them on.

"Don't get dressed dad, I want to watch you. I want to see how it works."
Kodiak stopped so that he could see the TV and me at the same time. "Please
daddy?" Kodiak knew that when he asked for something in that manner I
rarely refused him. I figured what the fuck, in for a penny in for a
pound. At this stage of the game, why not?

I settled back onto the sofa and gripped my cock again. I'd lost about half
my bone so worked at bringing it back to full on jack off hard. Kodiak sat
on the floor off to the side so he could clearly see what I was doing as
well as watch the boys on the screen which allowed me to watch him and the
screen. Needless to say my son got aroused by what he was witnessing and
his hand was inside his underwear fondling himself.

"Gosh dad it gives me a boner." No surprise there. "Can I take my
underpants off too?" I nodded my head and my son stood and immediately
peeled his briefs off and stood before me in all his boyhood glory. Like
both his parents Kodiak was slender but not skinny, his belly flat, and his
small butt just slightly bubbly. Unlike me Kodiak was uncut and his swollen
cock head was barely peeking out from beneath his dusky foreskin. He looked
to be a solid four and a half inches long, his pride and joy standing
proudly in front of him. I saw that his balls had started to drop, a sign
that my boy was growing up, but his balls were still somewhat
small. Needless to say there wasn't a hair to be seen other than from the
neck up.

"How big is your penis dad," he asked as he gently stroked his cock. I told
him a little over 7 inches and he wanted to know if he'd be that big when
he grew up. I told him mostly likely he'd see that by age 14. He gave me a
shit eating grin. Typical boy.

Kodiak flopped down next to me on the sofa and alternated between watching
me and the TV and began to mimic what I was doing, using thumb and fingers
to manipulate himself. "Have you ever sucked a guy's thingy dad?"

Yep.

"What's it like."

Hard to describe.

"Was it fun, did you like it?"

Yes it was and I sure did son.

"I wish you'd do it to me dad. I'd do it to you," he offered. The camera
moved in closer and because the teenager was kneeling it looked down on his
cock as it slid in and out of the other boy's ass. The other boy's balls
were flattened out like a couple of fried eggs above the action, as smooth
and hairless as my son's. The older boy had his fingers on the younger
boys' cock and was stroking it as he fucked him. A small amount of hairs
were visible at the base of his cock.

"Jeez dad seeing that makes me get butterflies in my belly." I agreed with
him as the camera panned up to where the boy's red lips were wrapped around
the little boy's cock. Like Kodiak, that boy was completely hairless. The
younger boy was gently moving his hips, fucking the other boys' mouth. The
camera panned up to his angelic face, his eyes closed, and his smooth face
reflecting the bliss that he was feeling.

As the camera moved back the boy doing the sucking moaned out that he was
going to cum so all eyes and the camera focused on the action at his
waist. The older teens' fingers moved to keep the boys' foreskin away from
the head and a second later the boy came. It didn't squirt out but just
appeared, oozing out of the red tinged head and running down over the
stroking boys' fingers. There wasn't a lot, only that one little
stream. The teenage kept jacking the boy off then stopped all of a sudden
and pulled his cock out of the boy's asshole and began jacking himself off.

"Gosh he's got a big penis dad," Kodiak said and indeed, the boy was
sporting a cock bigger then mine. His other hand went between his thighs
and rubbed, his balls grazing across the back of his hand then he
groaned. A stream of white goo spit out of his cock leaving a white streak
that started on the other boy's belly button and went upward. A second shot
landed not quite next to the first and a third one went lower. From there
it was large oozing amounts of cum that fell off the boys' cock head onto
the other boys' dick, his balls, and his pelvic bone.

"Is that sperm," Kodiak asked, just a little excitement in his still high
pitched voice. He wasn't looking for and answer and I didn't provide
one. "Wow that's a lot of stuff dad do you make that much of sperm." I
chose not answer as the older boy nursed that last bits of cum from his
body then wiped the cock head against the boys' balls. The boy who'd been
spermed on put his fingers in the puddle then sort of rubbed his fingers
back and forth and up and down, spreading the cum out like so much
lotion. The video began to fade out so I hit the remote and shut if off.
My son and I looked at each other, taking in each other's crotch, and he
asked,

"Are you gonna do it now dad?"  Despite my feelings about Kodiak and I
touching each other that didn't include looking. Having a boy as beautiful
as he was watch me love myself was about the hottest thing I'd experienced
since before he was born. I tugged on my nuts as I took myself up the
elevator of hotness, felt the changes in my body as I got closer and when I
was there I announced it.

Kodiak moved so that he was almost right next to me, sitting on the edge of
the sofa but turned so he almost faced me. Our legs were touching, my eyes
focused on Kodiak's hand as he played with himself. God to be with a boy
again; to explore a boy's young body with my mouth, my tongue. I'd missed
it so much. I looked up into Kodiak's eyes as I squirted, took in the
almost shocked expression on his smooth preteen face as the first of 6 jets
of sperm shot out of my cock and splattered my chest. I'd always been
somewhat of a shooter and it was even more so when I went a week or more
with cumming.

"Gosh dad," came out of his mouth about the 3rd squirt, a smile on his face
verifying his thoughts. Indeed, I thought to myself. My cock slowed down as
did my hand and then I let go completely and let my hand fall to the sofa
and just relaxed. Kodiak wanted to touch it and did, examining it closely,
smelling it and working it between his thumb and forefinger then commenting
that he wished he could do that. I only nodded my head.

"What would happen if I masturbated like that?" I explained that he would
eventually have some awesome feelings so it wouldn't do but what he had to
try it. He proceeded to lie back on the sofa and jack off, sliding his
foreskin back and forth over his ultra sensitive cock head. I could see the
ebb and flow of his feelings play themselves out on his face.

"Oh gosh dad," he said in a deep throaty voice. His other hand
automatically played with his smooth balls, gently squeezing and tugging
the little eggs. It didn't take long before he was moaning slightly, or
gasping out when a wave a feeling shot through his body. "It's starting to
tickle dad," he gasped and I told him to keep going. Meanwhile my sperm was
running so I pulled my t-shirt off and cleaned it, finishing about the time
Kodiak was squeaking and groaning as he experienced his first orgasm.

As soon as his body stopped shaking his hands dropped to his sides and he
just relaxed back into the sofa, panting heavily. I sat there watching him,
my heart swelling with love, with admiration as his body, his beauty. I all
but stared at his little boner as it quivered in front of his body and
actually licked my lips. I wished like hell I could let go of my prejudices
and physically love him but I could not.

Kodiak finally opened his eyes and turned his head. He smiled at me then
moved, swinging one leg up and over mine then sat on my lap with his arms
around on my shoulders. A second later he was showering my face with boy
kisses, his breath sweet against my face. I held him, ran my hands up and
down his back, reveling in the feel of a growing boy. My hands went down
and cupped and kneaded his slender butt, gently pulling his cheeks
open. God how I missed having a naked boy in my arms.

"That was wonderful dad, thank you for showing me," he whispered in my
ear. I kissed the side of his head as my arms went back around to envelope
him. He relaxed onto my lap, his balls resting against the base of my
mostly softened dick. I needed to get with a boy and I needed to do it
soon.

Over the next couple of days Kodiak had a few questions about the
encounter, not the least of which was, could we do it again. I was open to
that but I didn't want it to become a regular thing because of where it
might lead. My son was respectful of that but seemed more determined to
find a solution to the problem. So it was, about 5 days after we jacked off
together Kodiak came home from school rather excited.

"I think I've got it figured out dad." I didn't need to ask what he was
talking about. The crux of the issue was that he and a friend had overheard
another group of boys talking at lunch. It seems that 1 of them had been
caught by an older brother doing something that he wasn't suppose to be
doing. Needless to say the older brother blackmailed the younger boy,
offering not to tell the parents but the little brother had to do something
in return for his older brother. Kodiak and his friend asked each other
"what would you do if..."

"So I was thinking, what if you caught me doing something sexy with a boy
and threatened to tell his parents or even the police. He might be willing
to do something with you in trade for not telling anyone about it."

So now I would be adding blackmail to pedophilia. That didn't seem to me to
be moving forward and I voiced that to Kodiak. Kodiak said hadn't thought
of it quite that way and explained.

"But what if it was the boys' idea and not yours dad?" I wasn't sure
exactly how often the average boy might arrive at that conclusion. "He
might if he had help from me, especially if it was a certain kind of boy."
That had me baffled until Kodiak went on to explain what he meant.

For openers Kodiak said that he got approached almost weekly by older boys
to do stuff with them. I was pretty much shocked because he had never
mentioned it before. He went on to say that it wasn't like they just walked
up to him and asked to suck his dick or anything, generally it was much
more subtle than that, dropping little hints, asking him if he wanted to go
to their house or apartment and hang out and things like that.

Then there were the boys who seemed to always stand closer in the
bathrooms, who seemed to try and sneak peeks at his stuff when he peed,
boys who seemed to like letting you see their stuff. "Sometimes boys stand
there with a boner and don't even try to pee," he told me.

I didn't know any of that and asked Kodiak why he hadn't said anything
about it. He shrugged his shoulders and said he never thought about it or
he just forgot about it. We talked about it a little more, I was still
hesitant and finally Kodiak said,

"Dad. It will work. Trust me.


Kodiak and Dylan came back into the living room, the older teens' head
down, a slight smile on my son's face. They sat on the sofa while I sat in
my chair looking at the boys and then Kodiak nudged Dylan who raised his
head. The boy looked to be 13, wasn't very big. His dishwater blond hair
was a little on the long side, coming to thick dark brown eyebrows in
front, covering about one third of his ears, and about collar length of a
dress shirt in the back. He had some wave and body to it so it wasn't
pressed flat to his head. A typical blond, his face was somewhat pale but
clear of any blemishes. The only coloration was a smattering of light
colored freckles on his pert little nose and the very base of it around his
inner cheek. He had very kissable lips but I had yet to see him smile so I
had no idea what his teeth looked like.

"So, Mr. Turner I'm really sorry about what happened." What he really meant
was he was sorry that he got caught. "If you call the police or my parents
I'm in really deep shit, excuse me, trouble." Experience had shown me to
keep my mouth shut. "I'd do anything if you wouldn't call them. Please. I'd
suck your dick if you wanted me to, let you suck mine heck I'll let you
fuck me if you want to I don't care just don't tell anyone." So there is
was; the offer and he'd said it all in a rush.

Kodiak had told me from the very beginning that most boys would take that
route and why not. They are highly interested in sex and believe it or not
that included adults. Not that they wanted to have sex with adults but they
were willing, they were curious about it, curious about size, experience
and all those things. I'd trusted my son and he'd proven himself correct
right from the start. Dylan was not the first boy to get "caught" but one
of more than a few of them.

"Well, gosh Dylan, I don't know, it seems to me that puts me in a position
to go to jail."

"He wouldn't say anything dad, would you Dylan," Kodiak jumped in to help
convince me, again, according to plan.

"No Mr. Turner, honest I would never say a word to any one. Fuck, I mean
heck I could still get in trouble for doing stuff with Kodiak." I wondered
if he'd arrived at that conclusion completely on his own. I'd find out
later because right then was when the action was supposed to start and true
to plan it did.

"Look Mr. Turner, I'll even take my clothes off first and with that the boy
stood up and undid his jeans then shoved them down to his knees along with
his underwear, the pulled his shirt up. What a boy he was. Six inches of
soft cock hung from a small patch of dark blond moss. He was cut and from
where I sat it appeared to be a perfect cock head. His sac hung behind his
boyhood pride in what appeared to be a perfectly hairless pouch, one medium
sized egg lower than the other. An outtie belly button was the only
protrusion on a surface that was otherwise flat and taut, that curved
gently into his pubic bone, the latter area defined by the creases of his
hips.

"Umm dad, can I take my pants down too? I don't want Dylan to feel alone."
I nodded my head and my boy quickly shucked his clothing, electing to strip
completely while Dylan watched, one hand unconsciously pulling gently at
his balls. I could see the boys' cock start to thicken. He looked at me,
then back at Kodiak.

"Come on Mr. Turner, what do you say?" I nodded my head and you could see
the relief drain through his young body. Dylan shoved his pants and
underwear to the floor then peeled his shirt off, all the while his cock
rising to glory in front of me. Dylan reached down and took hold of his
dick in a reverse grip and stroked it a few times then took it away as
Kodiak dropped to his knees along side of the boy. He reached up and took
hold of rapidly hardening flesh then leaned forward and licked at
head. Dylan inhaled sharply then closed his eyes, allowing himself to just
feel. Kodiak looked toward me, smiled, then opened his mouth put the
teenage cock in his mouth.

Watching my beautiful boy suck another boys' cock was beyond description
almost. Clearly Kodiak knew what he was doing, and why not, this wasn't the
first boy cock that he'd had in his mouth. One hand moved up to cup at
Dylan's balls, hefting the sac as if judging the weight and causing the
older boy to moan loudly.

I shoved a hand down my shorts and grasped hold of my stiffened dick and
tugged it roughly. Dylan's eyes opened, sort of, and the boy watched me
with interest. I pulled my hand out, hooked the thumbs of both hands into
the waistband and tugged, lifting my ass off the sofa then pulling my knees
back as I worked the clothing down over my ankles. Dylan's eyes opened a
little wider as I let my legs down, pulled my t-shirt and exposed myself to
the boy for the first time. I swear to God he licked his lips. He also
shifted his body which got Kodiak's attention and my boy took his mouth
away from Dylan's raging cock, looked in my direction and smiled.

"Wow dad, you're really big," my son said as if seeing my dick hard for the
first time in his life.

"Yeah Mr. Turner, you are big," Dylan said with a little bit of awe in his
voice. "Can I try to suck on it?" I nodded my head and the boy stepped over
to my chair. I spread my legs and he dropped to his knees between them, his
eyes glued on my stuff. He reached out, a little tentatively and took hold
of me and brought it into an upright position. Dylan placed one of his
hands on my thigh for balance then leaned forward and lowered his open
mouth down past the head and closed it.

"Mmmmmm," I sighed as the warmth of his mouth shot through my body. I made
eye contact with Kodiak for a moment, got a wink, then watched Dylan's head
move up and down, his lips and tongue moving as sucked my cock. I reached
out and put my hand gently on the side of his head, simply for the
additional contact with the boy. His hand tried to stroke me as he sucked
but it was too much multi tasking for him, at least at the moment. He was
too busy taking in his first adult cock.

Kodiak stood at and then sat on the arm of the chair, leaned in with an arm
across my shoulder. I slipped my hand behind him and rubbed his back then
patted it. He was sitting haphazardly so had one butt cheek sort of hanging
over the edge and I rubbed down onto it then kneaded the pliable flesh. For
a brief moment I wished that he wasn't my son then revised it to wishing
that I didn't have my own prejudices about engaging sexual with my son.

Dylan finally let go and rocked back onto his haunches, working his mouth a
little bit. "My mouth got sore sucking on you Mr. Turner," he said. "You're
bigger than Kodiak or any of the other boys I've sucked on." So, he was
playing with other boys as well I thought to myself. That could be
interesting. I didn't dwell on it.

"How about you call me Neil, okay Dylan?" The boy nodded. "How about if I
suck your cock, I'd like to try it." The boy smiled and stood up as I slid
forward and sat at the edge of the cushion. Standing, his boy stuff was
right in front of me. I felt my body tingle as I looked at him and reveled
in the smooth tautness of his skin, his raging hard on with a swollen red
tinged head, the hairless sperm makers hanging like little fruits. I
reached out and felt him causing him to sigh. I squeezed up and down the
rampant shaft then pulled the thing down. He stepped in closer; I put a
hand on his hip, opened my mouth and took him inside, and closed down on
him.

I heard myself moan at the feelings that were ripping through my body and
felt a rush at having boys' cock in my mouth after all these years. I
reveled in the feel of his hard warm flesh against my lips and my tongue
and the pliable muscle and flesh of his butt under my fingers. I drew in
the heady aroma of his crotch, the pungent fragrance of a growing young
boy. God how I had missed it.

Dylan's hands went to my head and he moaned loudly as he began to gently
fuck my face. I brought my hand around front and cupped his balls, taking
in the warmth, the pliability of his sac and the tender orbs that it held.

"Gosh dad that looks so cool having you suck on Dylan." Kodiak's hand was
on my back as if encouraging me onward, gently rubbing me. I wanted to
continue to work the boy over until he spurted his boy honey into my
mouth. I wanted to help create the exquisite feelings of orgasm for him but
I also wanted to watch my son's beautiful face as he took a boys' cock into
his mouth. With that in mind I backed away, letting Dylan's boy toy spring
back to its upright position.

"Oh man that was awesome Mr. Turner, I mean, Neil. No boy has ever sucked
me as good as you did." I asked him if he'd let that many boys suck his
cock. "A few, maybe 4 or 5," he said with a smile." I wondered if any of
them would like to come over and play but didn't ask. I needed to maintain
the illusion that I'd been talked into this. Dylan then said that since I
did it so good I must have had some practice. I told him that when I was
his age I'd done stuff with some of my friends just like he had and
probably most every other boy on the planet. He nodded his head in
understanding.

"Dad, can I try to suck Dylan's cock," Kodiak asked. Before I could answer
Dylan said that he could since that had been the original plan anyway. I
agreed but suggested that we move to my bed where we'd all be more
comfortable. Both boys grinned at that so off we tromped.

I'd gotten a king sized bed when we'd moved to the complex a few years
before. Since my son hadn't indicated that he intended to use his own bed
exclusively any time soon, I figured having the extra room was a good
idea. As we headed toward it I was grateful for the insight.

Both boys crawled on it giving me a brief but awesome look at matching boy
butts and hanging nuts before they rolled onto their backs, both young
boners quivering in the air. "How do I do it Dylan," Kodiak asked and the
older boy show my son how to cover his teeth then offered the advice to not
try and take too much or he'd choke. I crawled up on the other side of
Dylan and watched my boy reached over and take hold of the older boy's
rigid flesh. Kodiak stroked it a few times then with his free hand pushed
his hair behind his ear and put his head in closer.

"What's that sticky stuff," he asked to no one in particular.

"It's precum. It's like the beginning of sperm," Dylan explained. I found
that letting the young teen explain things to my son added another
dimension to excitement, the hotness if you will, of the
situation. Kodiak's tongue snaked out and took a swipe at the shiny residue
then worked his tongue around his lips, testing it. He took another few
licks of the fleshy lollipop then leaned down and took the head into his
mouth. Dylan had been resting on his elbows and forearms, watching Kodiak
and as my son took the boys' cock into his mouth the hot young teen sighed
loudly and let his body lay prone on the bed. I gripped my cock and nursed
it roughly as I watched my young son give another blow job. I'd seen him do
it before, of course, but it was still hot as hell watching him and it was
especially hot watching with a new boy for the first time

I let go of my dick and put it on Dylan's chest and rubbed gently. Of
course the boy opened his eyes at the first touch and smiled at me. I
simply look at his face for a moment admiring the pale smoothness of his
skin. "Do you like to kiss," I asked him softly. His response was that he'd
never tried it and mine was to ask if he'd like to. I got a head nod for
that. I leaned down and let my lips rest gently against his and moved them
slightly. The boy responded but his mouth was still puckered; clearly a mom
or auntie type of kiss. I pulled away, but not very far.

"What do you think about that?"

"I liked it; your lips are soft," he answered.

"Relax your mouth a little and don't pucker so tightly," I told him,
mimicking what I meant. I leaned my head down again and this time pressed
into his a little harder, moved my lips a little and Dylan responded in
kind. When I opened my mouth a little he followed suit and I probably would
have introduced him to tongues but Kodiak announced that his mouth was
getting sore so I broke the kiss.

"I want to suck on you again Neil," the boy said so I moved onto my back to
allow him to have his way with me. He draped himself across my belly so I
couldn't watch what he did but I sure felt it when he closed his mouth over
my cock head. His head bobbed up and down as he suckled and a moment later
I felt the warmth of his hand as he cupped my balls. I looked at Kodiak who
smiled in return then moved on the bed so that he could return to sucking
on Dylan while I rubbed the boys' slender little butt. He lifted his top
leg and placed the foot on the bed in order to give my son access to his
part so while Kodiak sucked the boys' cock I reached between his legs and
began fondling his balls. Sweet baby Jesus it was all I could do not to cum
on the spot.

I finally stopped, saying that his mouth got sore on such a big cock too,
and when he did Kodiak back away as well. "I think I wanna cum you guys,"
Dylan said, rolling away from and sitting back resting on left hand while
the right on working at his crotch.

"How about if I do the honors," I asked him. Dylan's answer was to let go
of his dick and spread his legs. I rolled over and took hold of his rampant
penis with a thumb and fingers and began stroking it and as I did Dylan
asked Kodiak to come closer so he could play with his cock.

"I really like your dick Kodiak; I never seen one like yours before today."
Like me Dylan was using his thumb and forefinger to stroke my son, sliding
the foreskin back and forth over the swollen and red tinged flesh. Kodiak
was in 7th heaven and I was right there alongside him. Dylan moved,
lowering himself and bringing Kodiak along with him, and once down far
enough leaned over and began sucking my son's cock. Kodiak moaned as the
older teen bobbed his head and while I couldn't really see it I knew that
Dylan was swallowing a good portion of my son's raging boner. It didn't
last for long however.

Dylan twisted his upper body back quickly and had barely gotten his hand
back on the bed beside him when I felt his cock thicken against my
fingers. His cock head literally spit out a little glob of sperm that
landed up by his belly button. A much tinier drop landed about 2 inches
below that. That was followed by a larger streak of the stuff that landed
just below his little mounded navel leaving a thin, 3 inch streak of
cum. The tail end of it actually dripped out onto my thumb and right after
that another glob oozed out of his slit and ran down over the head and
joined the other piece on my thumb. I continued to jack the boy off but
barely anything came out and the action caused the sperm on my thumb to
slide off and hang in the air a moment before falling onto the boys' smooth
pubic bone.

Dylan had moaned softly when he first came and like all boys watched his
body's response before closing his eyes and letting his head fall backwards
until it was all over and done with. I finally let go of him then lay there
on my side, my hand now freed up to pay attention to my own raging hard on,
which it did. That action did not go unnoticed by either boy.

"Are you gonna cum now Neil," Dylan asked with Kodiak right on his tail
encouraging me.

"Yeah dad, show Dylan how much you cum." It hadn't occurred to me what the
boy may or may not have known about the extent of my involvement with
Kodiak. Judging from the expression on his smooth young face I would guess
little to nothing, his next question a testament to that.

"Have you and Kodiak been doing stuff together?" It was an editorial
question, not directed at either of us specifically.

"No, not really," Kodiak said, "Dad only jacked off in front of me once and
then only after I begged him." Needless to say that was the short version,
the very short version. I started working my dick which caused Dylan's
attention to focus there and not elsewhere. I won't go into details because
it was a regular jack off session; stroke it till it til it blows. It did.

"Here it comes guys," I panted and a moment later a long stream of white
shot out and landed about 2 inches below my left nipple leaving a 4 inch
gash surrounded by a half dozen little droplets. As soon as the first jet
flew out I stopped jacking, my hand in the down position then slid the hand
back up as the second jet raced up through my urethral tube and shot out
into the world. It didn't go quite as far but left a similar gash of white
with accompanying droplets. And thus it went; 2 more jets of diminishing
distance then 3 small burps of sperm that ended up in a puddle close to my
fuzz and/or running down over my thumb and getting bounced off into my
pubic hair.

"Holy fucking shit," Dylan exclaimed just after squirt number three
landed. I was too busy cupping my nuts and stroking my dick to comment. My
cock finally slowed down followed by my hand and then I just lay there
panting for a moment.

Before Dylan could ask, Kodiak reached over and scooped some of my sperm
into his fingers, smeared the viscous substance all over his exposed cock
head then began to massage the swollen flesh but not in a usual
manner. Instead he came from directly above the head, bringing the
fingertips together just below the rim and pulling upward, letting go
completely once the head had passed through his fingertips then doing it
again. I was kind of like pulling a condom on only in reverse. His other
hand was at the base of his boy bone, his thumb hooked over the base and
his finger wrapped around his hairless balls and tugging so that his
foreskin stayed retracted and the skin tightened on the head. The
expressions on my sons face pretty much told the story about the feelings
that were roaring through his preteen body. As he worked at loving himself
Kodiak would utter sharp little inhalations of breath or even moans and the
method he was using to masturbate changed from fingertips to a more
traditional grip. It didn't take long before he uttered a long drawn out
moan, his body shook a little bit and the expression on his face reflected
the mixed pain pleasure as his young went through a dry orgasm. He finally
let go and let himself fall sideways onto the bed where he panted with his
eyes closed.

I rolled off the bed and grabbed a t-shirt from the laundry hamper and
cleaned the cum off my body then stepped over to the bed and did the same
for Dylan, the young teen allowing me to groom him. I then leaned over and
gently held a corner of the fabric on Kodiak's cock head and dabbed off
what was left of my cum. I tossed the garment in the direction of the
hamper and lay down on the bed with the boys.

"Wow," Dylan finally said, "I'm sure glad you caught me sucking Kodiak's
dick." My son opened his eyes and gave me a lazy smile. "Are we gonna do
some more stuff Neil," our guest asked. I didn't answer right away as if
mulling over the questions. Kodiak took the cue.

"Yeah dad, are you? That was way awesome."

"Well, I don't know you guys," I said with feigned skepticism.

"Come on; why not. This was the best Neil, you can't stop now." Playing
hard to get was part of the act. I needed for our guest to believe this was
a fluke, not the planned event that it actually was.

"I shouldn't have done this," I said, using a soft voice, one laced with
concern and guilt.

"No, it was fun Neil, honest. I won't tell anyone either, honest, I
promise." That was the statement I was looking for and it had to originate
with the boy and not me or my son.

"Well," I said, and from there both boys crowded in on me using their
typical child ways to convince me to do what they wanted, hands in various
places on my body were used to remind me how good it felt.

"Okay but seriously you can't say a word to anyone, either of you." Of
course that got me solemn pledges of silence complete with cross my hearts
and other boy such verbiage. After an appropriate silence Dylan reached out
and took hold of my half hard cock.

"Can I suck your big dick again Neil?"

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