Date: Fri, 02 Feb 2024 19:26:22 +0000 From: d.praved.mann Subject: Michael's Summer Visit - Chapter 2 MICHAEL'S SUMMER VISIT by d.praved.mann@proton.me Please support Nifty. I do, every month! Support Nifty at this link: https://donate.nifty.org Nifty is a FREE repository of the best erotica available, so PLEASE do your part to help keep this site up! Thank you. Disclaimer again: Please don't do any of the things that these characters do with a little boy. Taking away a boy's innocence should ONLY be done in fantasy stories like this one. Just masturbate while you read this, and let that satisfy your urges to be with little boys. ALSO: The astute reader will note that I have a tendency to go off the deep end with sensual, sometimes downright lascivious descriptions (especially when it comes to ripped muscle). If this gets too long for you, merely skip ahead. I promise, you'll find stuff that'll get you off (assuming the reason you're here is to get off on this kind of smut). MICHAEL: CHAPTER TWO THAT EVENING MICHAEL SAID he wanted to make the three of us dinner. After the initial sexy session with Chuck out on the deck, Mike had gotten to be really good friends with the boy, and the kid was awestruck with my son. He ate up everything Michael said and did. Still, Michael had focussed on the friendship aspect of his relationship with the boy; he'd backed off from the sexual stuff, saving the touching and such for later... after dinner, I knew. As was his habit--and per my request--Michael wore practically nothing. And at times, absolutely nothing. You never knew, when he came out of the bathroom, say, whether he'd be wearing one of those g-strings or whether he'd be absolutely naked. Usually, when he was totally nude, it was likely because he'd gotten a hard-on and wasn't able to shove his thing into the little pouch. And when he wasn't clothed, he almost always had a boner. God, my boy was not only stacked to perfection, with all those muscles, but his genitals were a tribute to youthful virility the world over. He was thick and long, and his cock was simply gorgeous. He could stay hard basically as long as he wanted. He was such a fucking stud. He wasn't shy at all about his body in any way. He'd put on one of the skimpy string thongs while he cooked. Didn't want his cock to get in the way, you know. While he stood over the stove, stirring and making sure everything was going well, with his back to me, his lats flared out so much it would have put the Space Shuttle to shame.... His wide back narrowed down to his tiny hips and that knee-weakening tight ass. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He stirred something on the stove (not to mention something in my heart, and cock), and his enormous arm flexed and tightened; it rippled erotically with even the slightest movement of his fingers. I just had to get closer. I sidled up behind him and put my hands on his broad, jacked shoulders. "How's it going son?" I asked, barely able to keep from feeling him out everywhere. He was some three or four inches taller than me, and his stupendous body was just fucking nuts. "Good, Dad. It's so good to be home, with you. I have a feeling we're going to move into a deeper kind of relationship while I'm here." He leaned his head back, and I instinctively moved against his warm, hard body. Facing away from me, he rested his head against my neck. "And I can't believe you like little boys, Dad," he smiled. "Fuck... I never even considered going there, but now, I can't stop thinking about that little kid." He talked softly; Chuck was playing a video game in the next room. "Have you done much? With him?" I was nearly trembling. The affectionate gesture of Michael's head against me was so fucking awesome. I so wanted to reach my hands around his torso and start feeling out his magnificent chest. Fuck. I couldn't stand being so close to my boy like this... all that insane muscle, basically mine for the enjoying. And I knew he wanted me to enjoy.... So I did. I followed my instincts and moved my hands under his hard arms and around his wide lats... and onto his pecs. He lifted his head and stood tall and still, letting me feel him out, patiently stirring the food while my trembling hands began to enjoy his body. I couldn't help myself. I just whispered into his ear, blurting: "Shit, Michael... I want to fuck you so fucking bad.... This hard body of yours is driving me insane! He chuckled, then said "Aw, Dad... you say the sweetest things." But I knew he knew I was dead serious. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was so fucking hard against his back! "Fuck, Michael, how do you get your pecs so huge like this?" I said as I moved my hands all over them. He didn't answer. He just let me.... He just let me feel out his massive, hard chest. He let his body do the talking. I caressed his thick pectorals--and holy shit they were so big and firm... the deep canyon between them was insane. Instinctively I bucked my hips and pressed my crotch against his ass. "Fuuuck," I groaned uncontrollably at being able to do this. "You definitely like looking at `em, I know," he chuckled. "Do they feel as good as they look?" I whispered... "Shit, Michael... you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." My hands slowly, languidly explored his chest... his arms... shoulders... abs... everywhere... more than once. And again, my son just stood there, letting his father get aroused by his hard, big muscles. "Fuck Dad, you turn me on so much. You're making your boy's big cock leak, dude. Your hands, on my body... you have no idea how much I'm loving this." But then he said: "But you haven't answered my question. Have you fucked your neighbor's little boy much?" How could he just stand there, so nonchalant, while he knew he was sending his dad into a coma like this? Finally I said, "No, not Chuck... but...." I could sense the grin in his voice, even though I couldn't actually see him smiling. "But with...." I sighed. "Well... you don't think I volunteer down at the "Y" teaching swimming to all those little boys just out of altruism, do you?" He laughed and pulled away from me. He turned down the heat on the stove and swiveled to face me. "Really? Are you serious? Isn't that kinda risky?" I cocked my head. "Well, yeah, but you learn things, you know? About the boys. You quickly weed out the ones who look like they'll blab to their parents or whoever. You'll pick it up pretty quick, I'm sure." His eyes grew big, and his smile took over his face. God, my boy was model-gorgeous. "I will, huh?" he laughed. "You think I want to go there?" "Michael, I saw the number that little boy did on you. I know you son. You're hooked now. There's no fucking way you're gonna be able to resist little-boy asses... and just having those mini cock and balls in your hand, knowing you're making the kid feel really good.... Yeah," I nodded, "you're addicted to boy now." He shook his head, still smiling. "Damn Dad. You're amazing. I had no idea.... But..." he glanced toward the great room where little Chuck was busy, "but yeah, fuck, dude, I can't hold back now. I need to fuck that kid. I think you've ruined me, pops," he winked. "Naw. Not ruined. Just opened up a new avenue of amazing pleasure for you. I'll teach you the ropes, son.... Soon you'll be an expert at seducing little boys: at the park, at parades, the skating rink, outside school yards, waiting at school bus stops... even just meeting dad dudes who have little boys at home. The gym is a great place to seduce young fathers who want to explore things. I've done that very successfully quite a few times. "And believe me, with your body, you'll have practically any boy you want. You've seen how Chuck looks at your muscles... with such innocent awe, right? And honestly, you'll not only be coming inside those little boys, but you'll be fucking their dads first, just to open the door to get access to their little dudes." "Fuck, Dad. Hearing you talk like that makes me so fucking horny." He leaned into me and kissed me long and slow. He pulled back: "Will you really teach me everything you know? Fuck I want you to show me. Maybe we could even pick up a few of `em together. I think I learn best by watching," he grinned. "And fuck, Dad, I wanna watch you take a little boy." Then he kissed me deep and hard again. He brought both hands to my head, and passionately fucked my mouth while he held my head still. We both breathed heavily through our nostrils while we made out. And I was in love. "Damn Dad," he said when he pulled back, still holding my cheeks in his big hands, "I wanna go to bed with you. Does that seem weird?" He dropped his hands, but we were still extremely close to each other--his ass against the stove. "I know the... well, the incest thing... it's supposed to be taboo, but fuck Dad... I jack off to thoughts of you and me making love... every single day. I wanna push my cock inside you so bad. And then I want to feel your shaft... fuck... I want to feel you come inside your boy... That would be the coolest thing ever, to have you ejaculate hard up my ass, adding your seed to the body of the boy you helped crea--" I couldn't stand it. I cut him off with another hard, passionate kiss. We both were panting through our noses now, each man unable to keep his hands off the other. He'd used the words, "Make Love," and that nearly sent me over the edge. I so wanted to Make Love to Michael. It wouldn't be just sex with us. It would be the definition of Love. I envisioned being in bed, lying next to Michael, my hands moving all over his body... and kissing him tenderly... and then, making love. Making true love to my son.... I was fully clothed still, but Mike's strong hands moved all over me. And my trembling hands moved all the hell over his nearly naked muscle body, appreciating every presented bulge and protrusion. He was a hard body... there was no soft spot anywhere on him. My hands went everywhere: his lumpy, mounding back side, his taut ass, his wide and hard shoulders, his huge rippling arms, his legs, and his chest. (I saved his cock for later, for after it was unclothed.) We must have made out like that--father and son--for a few hours it seemed. It was the culmination of all my fantasies--exploring this new-found joint-attraction with my boy... We practically made love, right there in the kitchen, while we expressed our insatiable attraction to each other. I never wanted to wake up from this... for it certainly had to be a dream. "I smell something burning," a little boy's voice shocked us both back to reality. We jumped away from each other, and about one second before the smoke detector went off Michael yanked a pan off the stove. Little Chuck, standing in the kitchen doorway, had concern on his face, so Mike and I did our best to quickly open the windows, turn on the fans, and clear out the smoke. The detector went silent quickly, and we reassured the boy that everything was okay--as well as thanked him for his diligence. Michael had indeed turned down the stove--but not enough. Dinner was ruined. I pulled out my phone and ordered pizza to be delivered, which definitely met with approval from Michael and Chuck. Oh, and here's a picture of Michael that you might like. Any pictures I direct you to are NOT real people. They are A. I. generated. So relax. https://spiffytales.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Michael-01.png We sat around the table and chowed down the pizza, the three of us. Michael engaged Chuck a lot, making sure to give the boy lots of props and encouragement... building up the kid's confidence and letting him know that he was definitely going to be a stud when he grew up. Michael was taking on the mantle of coming alongside the boy and making him into a willing, confident kid. By the time the pizza was gone, it was starting to get dark outside. "Well, I think it's time for bed, guys," I announced. Chuck pouted, but Michael encouraged him. "Don't worry little buddy. Bedtime is when I get to tuck you in. You're sleeping in my bed while I'm here, okay?" Chuck lit up. "Really? Together? With you?" "Yep," Michael smiled. "Can you stay with me till I fall asleep? Don't leave me and come back out here till I fall asleep, okay?" "No problem, bud. In fact, I'm going to show you some more fun stuff we can do in bed, okay? And my dad is gonna come in and sit in the chair in the corner of my room and watch us, okay?" Chuck smiled. "Okay." I took the boy to the bathroom and had him take a bath. I made sure to wash his privates while he sat in the warm water. Fuck he was so cute. I couldn't stop playing with him! I soaped up his little peepee and balls and played with them. Chuck held still and smiled. "I like it when you touch me, Mr. Stone. The soap feels good on my peepee when you wash it." And sure enough, I had the boy hard in seconds. "I want to get you all ready for my boy to sleep with you," I said. "He told me he loves being with you and I know he wants to sleep with you so bad, Chuck. He really likes spending time with you." Chuck liked hearing that. He was one amazing little muscle-worshipping boy, and he loved my son. And another thing you might like to look at: https://spiffytales.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/MichaelChuck01.png I had him brush his teeth with the brush he'd brought from home. He had some little-boy pajamas that were way too adorable. I got him dressed in the bathroom. Fuck he smelled of soap and... little-boy innocence. I was so fucking hard by the time I carried him to Mike's room! I inhaled the scent of the boy. His hair was clean and dry now. He rested into me, completely content. Michael was naked on the bed, with no covers over him. His enormous, defined body just fucking blew me away. He bulged with ripped muscles. His face lit up when he saw the boy in my arms wearing Paw Patrol pajamas, and fuck if his shaft didn't jump. I gently handed the boy to my splayed, naked son, presenting him with his entertainment for the night. Michael enveloped the boy with his big arms. He practically inhaled the boy, breathing in his scent... running his nose through Chuck's hair. I swear his eyes nearly rolled back into his head. "Oh fuuuuuck little Chuck," Michael cooed. "I love you so much dude. "I love holding you like this... with you on top of me." Chuck's little body rested so comfortably on Michael's naked upper body. My boy's tribute to manhood, hard as an airliner fuselage, bobbed and jumped while he squeezed his object of sexual desire in his arms. Mike opened his eyes and looked up at me. His eyes were actually watering. "Fuuuuck, Dad. I can't believe this. I'm gonna cum, just by holding him like this." I glanced down at my boy's dancing cock, and he was gurgling a profuse amount of pre-cum all over his fucking abs. "You have no fucking idea how turned on I am right now, Dad." He looked into Chuck's eyes and said, "Chuck, you make me so stiff--my cock--you make it so fucking hard, and it feels so good... it feels like it's going to explode, and that's a fantastic feeling, dude. You make my whole body feel so good when I get to have you close like this." He held Chuck tight against his upper torso, his arm muscles bunching and undulating while he started to rub the boy's back. Chuck nuzzled into him obviously enjoying being held safe by his very own personal muscle hero. God I was going to cum myself. I had to turn away; I took the chair in the corner, as Michael had indicated... but not before stripping down naked. I needed to get ready for this show. I leaned way back in the lounge chair and my tumescent cock rested on top of my ripped abs. Michael had provided me with ample lube on an end table next to my chair. Shit... he thought of everything... so considerate. By the time I got myself situated, I looked back at the two of them. Michael had sat up and placed Chuck on the floor, and he was in the process of taking off the boy's PJs. Chuck stood there, his arms straight up (so fucking cute how he cooperated with Michael!) so the brawny man could lift his top off. When Chuck was totally naked, just like Mike, he stood there, in front of my aroused son while Michael slowly ran his hands up and down the boy's smooth nude body. I think I saw Mike's hands trembling while he touched virtually every square inch of the boy: torso, arms, shoulders, back, chest, legs and feet... and of course, the little pickle and olives between his legs. "Tickles," Chuck said once again while he giggled. But he didn't pull back from Michael fondling his peepee with his long, muscular fingers. Michael looked at me; I was slowly stroking myself. "Fuck Dad, I couldn't touch myself right now or I'd explode. I don't know how you're doing that. I didn't either. I just nodded. He looked back to his little sex toy and said, "Have you ever put anything inside your butt?" Chuck's eyes grew, but he didn't look shocked. He shook his head. Then he looked like he remembered something. "But I saw my dad do it." Reeeeeely.... "Oh?" Mike inquired. "You did?" "Yeah. When my mom was gone for the weekend. He had these big long things out in the garage that he kept hidden. They looked weird. He brought them in his bedroom and he kinda left the door open a bit. I could see him on the bed, while I was in the hallway." Michael and I made eye contact. "He moaned a lot and pushed them into his butt hole. Not all at once... he started with a small one, then moved to bigger ones." "Did it seem like he liked it?" Chuck nodded. "He made a lot of noises. But they were good noises... like when you eat something that tastes really good... like the groans you make when I touch your peepee." Michael smiled. "That's good. I've put things in my butt too. And it does feel really good." "Are you going to put that inside me?" He eyed Mike's enormous cock. Michael looked surprised. "Why do you ask that?" "Because another time when Mom was gone, I saw Dad watching a movie on his computer--when I was outside his den." (This man needed to learn how to close his doors... or maybe he knew what he was doing?) "Dad's peepee was really big and hard again, like yours gets--but not as big." Chuck looked over at me; I was gently masturbating myself to the scene at hand. "Kind of like Mr. Stone's... your dad's gets. My dad's peepee is smaller, like your dad's... and well, he was doing that..." he pointed to what I was doing, "while he watch the video on his computer. It was a video of a man putting his peepee inside the other man's butt." Michael nodded his head slowly, indicating he understood. "What did you think about that? When you watched it?" "Well at first I thought it was really weird. But Dad really moaned a lot... like I said before... and after a minute his peepee... his penis... started squirting a lot... kinda like yours did this afternoon out on the deck. And he really liked it. He shot out a lot of white stuff while he groaned." Michael and I traded glances again. "So, what did you think about that?" "Well, I don't know," Chuck said. "I guess it looked like it made Daddy happy." He looked down at Michael's oversized boner. "But yours is really a lot bigger. It's big. And it looks hard." He squirmed a bit, as if subconsciously imagining.... "And well... I'm just a little boy. So I don't know.... Will it hurt?" At that question, I lost it. My cock jerked violently, and leaning back in my chair, I shot rope after rope into the air. "Fuuuuuuuck," I hissed, drawing the attention of both of them. My entire body ached with my release. Hearing Chuck's innocent question--an admission that he knew what was coming... it wasn't a matter of if, but it was an acknowledgement that it was going to happen. He'd accepted this, in a way, but wanted reassurance that Michael would take care of him. "Well, little bud," Michael said as I continued to wail my orgasm, "I won't do it unless you want me to, okay?" I came down from my climax. I thought Michael's statement must have been made just to reassure the boy. In truth I couldn't imagine Michael not invading the kid's little ass now. "I want you to. I love being close to you, Mike," the boy declared... so innocently. "I want to feel you close to me. I love it when all your big muscles are hard around me. And I want to feel what its like to have your penis inside my butt--like the guys on Dad's videos. But just be careful, okay? I don't want it to hurt." Michael gave him pursed lips of thoughtfulness. "Well I can't promise that it won't hurt, bud. I am pretty big. And you are a little boy. But I can promise you this, if you let me do it, I will really, really love it. It will make me feel better than I ever have. And I will hug you tight while I'm inside you; I will keep you safe. And even if it does hurt a little bit, once I'm inside you all the way, it will be like we're one person. Because we will be totally connected. With my cock inside your butt, we will be connected like... well, like not very many people get to be. It will be an amazing way for me to love you... and for you to love me, by letting us get connected together like that. And then I will squirt all my white stuff inside you, and it will be like I'm filling you with my love. And I will stay inside you as long as you want." I was gonna fucking lose it again! "You made a lot of the white stuff on the deck," Chuck said. "Will it be that much when you're inside me?" Michael nodded. "Oh, bud, I can promise you... it will. Definitely. It'll probably be even more. Because when we hug and kiss, and I feel your insides wrapped around my cock... I know I'm going to come and come. I can't wait to put my big dick inside you, little buddy... and hold you tight while I flex my muscles all around you.... Fuck, I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop!" Mike grinned, then got serious. "Actually, I'm sure I'll be able to stop. But I'll probably make so much jizz that your cute little body won't be able to hold it all. A bunch might come out of your little butt and get the sheets all wet." Was my son trying to fucking kill me here? "But that's okay. We'll clean it all up just fine," he assured the boy. Chuck looked tentative, but gave a smile. "Okay. You can put it inside me. I want us to love each other like that." Michael--who was as hard as a man could probably get from all this talk and from rubbing his hands up and down the boy's bare body--pulled Chuck to himself and they hugged. I watched Mike's big hand move down to Chuck's ass. While they hugged, Michael said, "It'll help if I start with just my finger. Then another finger. If I put it in your butt that way, it'll loosen you up... it'll help make your butt hole a little bigger. That way it won't hurt as much when I fu--when I go inside you. We can add some lotion stuff too, to make it easier for me to put my cock inside. Okay?" Chuck nodded, then locked his lips to my son's. They kissed for a moment... a long moment... and the boy's little hands moved all the hell over my son's massive muscles. "I love being this close to you, Michael. It makes me tingle all over when my body can feel all your muscles like this," the kid said. "Me too, bud," Michael said. "Me too. That's exactly what I feel when I pull you close to me like this. I love you, little guy. I really love being close to you. You are such a cool dude... and so fucking cute, Chuck. That's why I want to put my penis inside you... because I love you, and I want to show you how much I love you." Where the hell did Michael get all of this... language... this ability to put into words his desire for the boy... in a way that portrayed it as the love it really was, and not just a carnal, self-serving orgasm kind of thing? My son was a poet, and his words wrapped around my ears like velvet--as I know they did Chuck's as well--and mesmerized us both, tipping his listeners into a trance that would only be fulfilled once orgasm took over. GodDamn, I had no idea I had raised a man so deep. I was beside myself with awe for my son. I have no idea how many orgasms I had left inside my body, but I had a feeling that I was going to use up my allocation for the entire year in just that one night. One last thing to lust after: https://spiffytales.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/MichaelChuck02.png Michael broke off his finger-play with Chuck's tiny ass; he pulled back and Chuck stood in front of seated Michael. Michael's boner was wet and as hard as I've ever seen a man's cock get. He looked into Chuck's eyes and said, "Look how hard and big you're making me," they both looked down at my son's enormous erection. "Really? Are you all hard and big like that because you're thinking about me?" Michael nodded. "Fuck, dude. I get hard all the time thinking about you now... ever since I met you today, I can't stop thinking about you, and whenever I do," he gently brushed his fingertips up his shaft, then pushed it toward the boy, "I get so stiff... I get so excited when I think about you... about being with you... and especially about putting this inside your body." "Can I touch it again? I want to see how hard it gets when you think about me." Mike smiled, then nodded. Chuck reached out with both hands. Mike was so thick that both the boy's hands couldn't surround its girth. Michael looked like he was about to let his eyes roll back in his head. "Fuuuuuck I love it when you touch it." Chuck stroked my boy for an eternity... gently, softly... And my son groaned endlessly. Then Chuck said, "When you think about me, is that what makes it make the clear stuff too? It really makes it get wet," Chuck said, fingering a rivulet of Mike's pre-cum as it fell down, over his cock's distended veins. "Fuuuuuuck," Michael moaned. "Oh holy shit, Chuck. I love it when you touch me on my shaft like that. Yeah... you make it make all the wet stuff. I get so hard and excited for you, babe." Michael's head did tip back now, and he moaned some more. Then--and you couldn't have written a better little-kiddy porn script than this--little Chuck leaned forward and started licking. Michael's eyes opened wide; he gently grabbed the boy, lifted him off the floor, lay back, and placed his admirer next to him on the bed. Chuck situated himself so he could continue the licking and kissing. Michael's big arms flexed at his sides whenever he squeezed his fingers into a fist, from all the stimulation the boy was giving him. I heard Michael say--while he lay on his back--"Dad, I think I'm gonna cum.... Fuck, I wanted to wait till I was inside you, Chuck. But shit, boy... you're doing a number on me dude!" Then Chuck pulled away. He let Mike's giant shaft slap down onto those granite abdominals. I swear I saw splatters of my son's pre-cum spritz into the air. "Why'd you stop, bud?" a breathless Michael asked. His magnificent chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. "Because you said you wanted to be inside me when you come. So I'll stop making you moan and you can get me ready with your fingers. Then you can put it inside me and squirt." The boy made total sense. Fuck, he made total sense. "Shit, Chuck. Wow. That's awesome," Michael said. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at his hard cock, then at Chuck, kneeling on the bed at his side. "Okay... well... I think that's a great idea." Then he shook his head for a second and looked to me. "Honestly, Dad, I don't know if I can put my fingers inside him and lube him up... even doing that is gonna make me lose it." He sheepishly asked, "Do you think you could get him ready? I'm fucking this far from totally blowing my wad, man." He held out his thumb and forefinger, about a half inch apart. I stood up and approached. My son handed me the lube and I told Chuck to lay on his tummy next to Michael. I started fingering the boy, making sure to apply lots and lots of lube, pushing it inside with one finger, then two. Chuck's creamy, soft, little ass was like a dream. He lay there so innocently while I prepped him. "It feels good Mr. Stone," Chuck said into the blankets. "You can use three fingers now if you want." I wasn't going to argue. But shit.... Shoving my fingers deeeeeep inside his rectum, watching his little body squirm in response, feeling his little sphincter close around my digits.... Fuck. I totally understood what Michael was saying when he said he needed a break from the kid. My erection pointed to the ceiling, next to Chuck's white ass. It was all I could do, to not just take the boy's hole myself, right then and there. The contrast of his smooth, white, creamy, untouched skin--and my hard, veiny, rather-experienced cock was mind-numbing. "How is this feeling, Chuck?" I asked. Michael was stroking himself slowly while he watched us. Then he cursed and put his hands under his butt. "I can't touch myself and watch this, Dad. It is so fucking hot to watch you do that to a little boy." Then Chuck casually lifted his head and looked at me. "If you want, Mr. Stone, you could put your peepee inside me... before Michael does. Your's is smaller than his, so it might help get me ready for his big one if you try it first." Out of the mouths of babes. And I was never more proud to be compared to a bigger man down there, than I was at that very moment. There's no feeling on earth like realizing that your very own son has bested you--exceeded you in the manhood department. My life was fulfilled, and I would go to my grave a happy man. Michael groaned... "Ohhhh fuck yeah, Dad. Yes.... I want to see you take a little boy. Show me how it's done, Dad. Fuuuuuck yeah." My cock jumped at hearing my boy talk like that. And it was indeed an excellent idea. "Holy shit Dad, I wanna see you fuck him. And then I'll shove my cock inside him right afterwards.... Shit, I wanna feel your jizz inside him, lubing up my cock and surrounding it while I add my seed to yours. Fuck Dad... do it... and quick, because I'm gonna lose it for sure!" I handed the lube to Michael. "Here, son. Get me ready." He sat up and poured the lube down my erection. And then... for the first time ever... it was happening.... The world seemed to move in some kind of slow-motion... I watched, my cock ready to explode.... The moment I had fantasized about for years... for the first time, my son began to... oh fuuuuck... to touch me. His young, powerful hand moved over my painfully-hard cock. And we stared at each other. I thought I was going to die. My heart pounded in my chest. We continued to stare at each other--then our eyes moved lower. We watched what he was doing with my cock. He slowly, lightly, stroked me... tenderly and... lovingly... as if he was enjoying it as much as I was. Which was entirely impossible. I had fantasized about this moment for the past 15 years at least. And as Michael had grown into the muscle man of my dreams, the fantasies had multiplied exponentially. His long fingers trembled, and I was so fucking close to cumming I nearly went in-fucking-sane with lust. Just watching my Michael use his muscular fingers--just the tips of his fingers--to tickle me into erotic pleasure... sexual euphoria... unspeakable sensual gratification... exploring my cock and balls, making me harder than I'd ever been in my life.... What I was experiencing was... unbearable. He brought his other hand to my genitals, and began caressing my screaming balls. "Ggnnuuuggggggg," I moaned, watching him work. "Fuck, Michael. Your hands. On me... You're gonna make me cum, boy. I can't believe how big and muscular you are--such a fucking turn-on... and you're so fucking gorgeo...." I had to stop talking because I was turning myself on with my praise for his physique. "Shiiiiittt Dad, I can't believe I'm finally doing this... touching you... touching your big, hard shaft... touching you like this. Damn, fuck, fuck... I've fantasized about holding your cock and balls like this... since I was a kid...." He continued to fondle his father--one hand on my shaft, and one hand under my balls. He sloshed the lube all over, wetting me up real good. Feeling my son's muscular hand on my genitals was like nothing I'd ever imagined possible. He was slow... tender... erotic. He looked at my face, then at my cock. Yes, I wasn't as big as him, but it was respectable enough. "Fuck Dad," Michael got close to my ear. "Later on tonight, after he's in bed," he whispered, "I'm gonna suck you and pull you into my mouth. And then we're gonna take turns fucking each other... all night long... I wanna stick my tongue down your throat, Dad... then my cock... and I want to feel yours in my throat... in my ass... and...." I cut him off with a kiss, but I had to pull back. I was gonna come if I didn't watch it. "Fuck, Mike.... I've been dreaming about shoving my cock up your ass since you were little Chuck's age, to be honest. I can't believe we're finally doing this...." Michael grinned. GoddddDammmn he was the most gorgeous man on the planet. He could have been on the cover of any modeling magazine, anywhere--his face alone, with that square jaw, those dimples, those perfect, perfect, white teeth.... Damn. I thanked the gods for every penny we spent on his orthodontia as a kid. Weird thought at that moment--but it was true. Michael was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. And he was my son. Michael nodded for me to get on top of Chuck. "Okay, Chuck," Michael orchestrated, "my dad is gonna lay on top of you now. He's going to push his penis inside your ass, okay? I got him nice and wet with the lotion lube stuff, so you'll be okay." "Okay," Chuck said into the blanket, resigned to his fate. I straddled the little boy; his ass was sticking up, inviting me to use it. Michael offered to help.... "How about if I use my fingers to spread his ass cheeks," he said, "that way you can just concentrate on moving inside him." Fuck. My son had brawn and brains. I nodded. Michael straddled Chuck's head--his gigantic, rippling legs were astride Chuck's ears, widening to encompass his little shoulders. He bent over the boy toward me, and used his long, muscular fingers to expose the boy's hole to me. It was pink, and wet from the preparatory lube. Michael's hands and forearms were so fucking masculine. They rippled with individual muscle fibers and a network of exposed, fat-free veins. His biceps bulged while he worked to open the boy up for me. The position he'd put himself in meant that his mighty erection hovered just above Chuck's head. The boy felt Mike's swinging balls against his hair. Of his own accord, the boy lifted his face and used his hands to grab Michael's dangling nuts. He started licking, then sucking my boy's genitals. "Fuuuuuuck," Michael hissed. "Oh holy fuuuuuuck. This is the hottest thing ever." He brought his lips to mine and we kissed and frenched. I pulled back. I knew I'd damn better get inside the kid, or I'd miss my chance and spray the room instead. I pressed my swollen head against Chuck's hole. Michael's fingers held the boy's cheeks wide, and I marveled at the little red cherry I was about to take. Then some of my son's other fingers extended out. GodDamn.... He started to caress his dad's cock with those free fingers, encouraging it inside. Fuuuuuck. My hunky son's fingers moved along my erection, guiding it inside the boy while I pushed. Chuck yipped and his little body wriggled. But I pressed more. In a few seconds, my cock head was inside, and the boy's sphincter instinctively tightened around the lip of my mushroom, ensuring I would not pop out now. Chuck cried out. He whined: "It hhhuuuuuuurrrrrtttssss." Michael and I met eyes; he nodded for me to continue. God I loved that guy. I pressed in, and now that the hole had been breeched, I could shove inside easier. Still, I took it slowly, if only to try to quiet the boy down. My cock wasn't nearly as thick as my son's, although it was almost as long. Still, if Chuck had a hard time with me, there'd be hell to pay once Michael started plunging his ramming rod into the boy's little ass. That thought--of watching Michael doing this to Chuck--only made me push in harder. Farther. I tried to take it slow... stopping and regrouping for a moment in hopes that Chuck would adjust. Those hopes were in vain. Yet the cries and whimpers--and he even thrashed a couple of times--only made the entire fuck all the better. The kid was helpless to resist... but once I was well inside, he seemed to quiet down. When I finally, with one hard thrust, felt my pubes press against that creamy ass... and my cock was entirely surrounded by the tightest little-boy rectum ever, I leaned forward, enveloping Chuck in a hug... supporting my weight on my forearms. Michael had moved away once I was past Chuck's sphincter; he watched while his dad taught him a thing or two on how to fuck a little boy. I started humping... rotating my hips... pulling out just a bit, then shoving in... hard. Out, just an inch, then in hard. Michael reached out a hand and began caressing my face while I fucked the little boy underneath me. My son's fingers found my mouth, and he pushed them inside, feeling my teeth and tongue. I couldn't believe how fucking tight Chuck was. Definitely one of the tightest I'd ever felt. I couldn't imagine what the boy was feeling, because it almost hurt me he was so small. My cock screamed out while the boy's tight rectum practically squeezed me blue. It felt so incredibly amazingly good. In and out I fucked and fucked this tiny body below me. He moaned, but didn't cry anymore. I tried to stretch it out for as long as I could... and when all was said and done I was actually surprised I'd made it last for the five or so minutes it did. I was more turned on than I'd ever been. Chuck was a treasure; I enjoyed him just as much as--if not more than--the boys I seduced at the "Y". And having Michael there, touching me, caressing me, kissing me, telling me how much it turned him on to watch me do this... I tried to fight it, but... no way.... I tipped... over... the... edge. I drove my shaft hard into the hilt; Chuck cried out then. Michael took his fingers out of my mouth, replacing them with his tongue. And I don't know if this is odd or not, but... the sensation of Michael's hard, heavy breaths through his nose, against my face, knowing his entire body was enjoying this with me... it pushed me even harder into orgasm. And fuck almighty I came. I could feel my entire body tighten uncontrollably... especially my glutes... as I bucked my hips, and held myself as deep inside the boy as I could, forcing myself on him with a ferocious orgasm that deserved to be in the book of world records for its intensity... eroticism... dominance... pleasure... and energy expenditure of every... single... fucking... atom in my body. I yelled out... loudly... into my son's mouth... shoving my tongue inside his mouth while my shaft began to jerk with powerful, violent ejaculations, filling Chuck over his capacity to contain my juices. I just fucking kept coming and coming. I felt Michael's hands on my back... arms... shoulders... rubbing and caressing me while I emptied myself. When I was finally able to stop and catch my breath, Michael and I were frantically panting out of our noses, while our lips remained locked together. He eventually rolled and positioned himself next to me. I was truly spent--exhausted. It was all I could do to keep myself propped up so I wouldn't crush Chuck. When I was recovered enough to speak, I said softly to the boy, "You okay, Chuck?" "Yeah," his voice cracked. That was his only response. I looked at Michael and smiled weakly. Shit, I was spent. I wanted to never move from this spot. But when I felt Mike's long fingers starting to play with my sphincter, I realized this was just the beginning. I'd find the energy. I'd make the energy. Michael whispered into my ear. "Dad, you have no idea how fucking hot it was to watch that. You came inside a little boy... and... damn, I am so turned on right now watching you do that... I could explo... I mean, Dad... I gotta fuck you." He'd started peppering his sentences with loving kisses on my forehead, and my mouth. He was actually trembling. I had rendered my big, strong son weak with desire... s do me. "I want to fuck you right now... so bad. I gotta fuck you Dad." I didn't object. "Just stay there, on top of Chuck for a minute, alright?" I sensed him lubing up his still-hard shaft--a torpedo that could easily sink any ship afloat on the Seven Seas. Then I felt his hyper muscular, lean physique hover over me... I hadn't gotten totally soft inside the boy--and knowing what was coming, I started to get fully hard again--in record time. I felt Michael's fingers pull me apart. He lubed up my hole. "Fuck Dad. I'm fucking shaking I'm so turned on by you.... I can't believe I get to do this... to my own fucking father. You have no idea how long I've waited...." My sphincter felt the pressure of his hard, plump cock head. He moaned, and it was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. Then, as he opened me up with his mighty organ... and shoved his thick, hard, veiny shaft inside me... I saw stars.... ------- This may--or may not--be the end of this story. Depends. d.praved.mann@proton.me Thanks for your support. 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