Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2024 16:27:18 +0000
From: d.praved.mann <d.praved.mann@proton.me>
Subject: Michael's Summer Visit Ch. 5

MICHAEL'S SUMMER VISIT - Chapter 5
by d.praved.mann@proton.me

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that satisfy your urges to be with little boys.



CHAPTER FIVE


MICHAEL AND I WERE SITTING on our deck; my neighbor, 30-year-old buff blond
hottie Jason, was standing with his ten-year-old gorgeous son Chuck.

Jason had noticed that Chuck was sore in his butt--"walking funny," as
Jason had put it--and Jason wanted to know if his boy had been hurt while
he'd been in my care.

Michael and I couldn't help but exchange glances.

I looked at Chuck. He was obviously uncomfortable with the line of
questioning. He stood in front of his father, fidgeting. I saw him look
over to shirtless, studly, Michael. I asked the boy, "Does your butt still
hurt, bud?"

He looked at me and nodded slowly. "Not much, but... yeah."

"What happened?" Jason asked. His question was directed at all three of
us--Chuck, Michael, and myself.

All of a sudden little Chuck bolted across the deck, burying his face in
Mike's big chest while my boy wrapped him up in his big arms. "It's okay,
buddy," Michael comforted him. "There's nothing to be worried about," he
said softly. "I promise."

Chuck looked up into Michael's face: "I didn't say anything. I promise. I
didn't tell him. I didn't."

Michael caressed the boy. "I know, buddy. I know you didn't. You didn't do
anything wrong, Chuck. It's okay. Nothing bad is going to happen."

Jason watched his son being comforted by my son, and he was obviously
confused. He looked at me and looked like he was trying to figure out what
to say... what to ask....

"As a matter of fact, Jason," I started, "Little Chuck did get hurt a
little. I mean... not hurt badly... I guess you could say he's a
bit... sore, is all."

Jason frowned. "Sore? From what?"

I looked at Michael and said to him, "Do you want to show Mr. Upton what
made his little boy sore?"

Michael grinned. He couldn't help it. He and I had briefly discussed
approaching Jason, since he was obviously in to men... and muscle men in
particular. But now, as it turned out, Jason was approaching us, in a
way. The unknown here was, of course, whether the man would be in to little
boys like we were--and if he'd be amenable to joining us in playing with
his own little son.

"Sure," Michael smiled. He looked at Jason and said, "Little Chuck and
I... well and Dad too... we had a lot of fun while you were gone, Jason."
He looked down at Chuck on his lap and asked, "Didn't we, Chuck?"

Chuck nodded with a slight smile.

Michael set Chuck on the deck to one side, then raised his butt off his
chair and shimmied his shorts down and off. He was already semi, and it
only took a few slow strokes, and a second or two of caressing his
low-hangers, and his erection bobbed in front of his abs like a hot-air
balloon trying to break free of its tethers.

"The fuck?" Jason whispered.

"You got it," I smiled. "The fuck. Exactly.... It was the fuck that made
your son sore, Jason. And well, yeah... my boy's kinda big down there, as
you can see. So you can probably understand that when he pushed that thing
into your boy's ass... well... it took some doing, as you can imagine."

I had a feeling that he wouldn't have to actually imagine for very long
though. I knew Michael would be more than willing to demonstrate for the
kid's dad exactly how to fuck a little boy. "But not to worry, Chuck'll be
good as new real quick," I assured.

"What the fuck are you saying?" Jason objected more strenuously. "You have
to be..." he took another look at Michael's weapon and realized that no one
was kidding here.

Jason's eyes danced with--anger, yes... disbelief... and something I
couldn't read. "I...." He was tongue tied. "What the fuck?!" He commanded
Chuck to come to him. His boy obeyed. Jason picked him up. "I... I..." he
stuttered to me.

Michael just sat there, his smile more controlled now. But he definitely
wasn't hiding himself. His mind-numbing manhood was just there, and the guy
was jacked to the extreme. Seeing all that Michael was, it was sex to
anyone who loved muscle. And we knew Jason loved muscle. Michael said,
"Before you leave, Jason, you should know a few things... I think my dad
wants you to know a few things."

"There's nothing I could know that would change... fuck! That would change
anything!" Jason practically spat. "You... did you... you're fucking child
molesters!"

Chuck, in is dad's arms, looked ready to burst into tears. He did not like
that his dad had found out about this.

"Jason, just a sec," I said. "We know about the gay porn you watch. And you
watch that muscle porn while you are totally aware that your little boy is
watching you...."

Jason stood completely still. "There's nothing wrong with a man watching
porn."

"True," I said, "but I wonder what your wife would think about that. Does
she know you like dudes?"

"And I thought it was interesting that you really like the muscle dudes,"
Michael added. He lifted one biceps into a dizzying peak of cement-hard
muscle. Michael had seen the way Jason eyed him... for years. And Jason did
the same with my body. So yeah, we knew what the neighbor guy
liked. Chuck's mention that his dad's porn always included muscle dudes
only confirmed what I'd suspected all along.

Jason was dumbstruck. Michael's arm was unbelievable. And all of this new
information had him... frozen and confused.

Chuck must have sensed his dad's weakened state, because he squirmed and
slithered down his dad's body and ran back to his muscle hero.

Michael held him again.

"Jason, it's cool dude. I'm serious," I said. "Now that everything is out
in the open, we can just relax and enjoy the situation." I stood and walked
over to my naked, seated son; he lowered his flexing arm and I leaned down
and began kissing him on the lips... loudly... slurping and
moaning. Michael's hand came to the back of my head, holding me there while
we made out--for the benefit of Jason's eyes. I put my hand on Michael's
erection and fondled him while we kissed. After a moment, I stood up,
wiping the slurp from my face and said to Jason, "Michael and I have found
a new appreciation for each other this week. And for your little boy."

The mention of Chuck put Jason back on the offensive. He almost bared his
teeth, but pulled back.

"Jason, I promise you," Michael tried to settle the man down. "Chuck
enjoyed every minute of it. Didn't you Chuck?"

Chuck crawled up into Michael's lap and nodded, but added, "It hurt a
little. But not bad." Tell that to the fly on the wall. But I wasn't about
to dispute Chuck's version of things. He obviously wanted to protect his
new superhero.

Michael placed Chuck on one of his massive legs, then positioned his boner
so Chuck could touch it. "Go ahead, Chuck," he prodded. "Show your daddy
how much you like touching this."

Chuck looked to his dad, who was too shocked to do anything, then he looked
at that impossibly thick and long cock next to his leg. He put both hands
on it and started gently stroking it.

Jason's mouth dropped fully open now. "The fuck?" he whispered. But he made
no move to intervene.

Chuck stared at the shaft that his hands were caressing. Michael was
producing pre-cum. I walked over to Jason and stood next to him. "Kinda
gets you hard, doesn't it?"

"Shhhhhhiiiiiiit," Jason mumbled.

"I bet you wish you were Chuck's little hands right now, huh? I have a
feeling that if you like the muscle dudes, you're gonna really enjoy
getting to know my boy. Like he said, and you can see, he's really been
hitting the weights."

Jason stood completely still, and it quickly became evident that this
little demonstration was having its intended effect. There would be no more
objection from Jason. Especially after a few more minutes, when Michael
looked up to the neighbor man and basically offered himself to him. Jason's
obvious bent toward men... and my son's obvious irresistibility to any man
like Jason... ensured that this day was going to end very, very well.




WE HAD PUT CHUCK IN the den and he was going wild with some of the games on
the big TV in there while his dad, Michael, and I sat in the living room
over beers, discussing things. Michael had put his running shorts back on.

"I can't actually believe this," Jason said shaking his head.

"Believe what?" I asked.

"All of it. I mean, first of all, I can't believe you guys... actually
fucked my boy! I mean... Holy fuck guys!" He'd raised his voice.

"Jason," I said calmly. "Let's just talk this out like adults. First of
all, I've always known you were into dudes. I mean, the way you always
watch me while I mow the lawn... and especially when Michael does... well,
let's stop pretending okay? I know about all the porn you jerk off to. And
obviously you don't want Shiela to know, right?

Jason looked at the ground and shook his head slowly. "Fuck...."

"Jason," Michael said leaning forward, "It's cool. There's nothing to be
ashamed about. It's normal. And I have a feeling that now that you know
about us... and we know about you... we can all get to know each
other... more."

Jason looked at Mike. "But... with... Chuck? Shit. I'm not in to little
boys, guys. That's... well fuck... that's just not right. I should have you
two arrested." The threat carried no weight. Jason was defeated... almost
despondent. He didn't know what to do.

"Go ahead," I smiled and sat back into my big chair. "I'm sure Shiela will
be glad you reported us. So glad that she'll totally ignore all the porn
you have stashed around the house... porn that we'll be sure to mention to
her as we're carted off in handcuffs," I winked.

Jason just shook his head slowly again.

While Jason was looking at the floor again I cocked my head at Michael,
indicating that he should get up and approach our neighbor. He did so.

Jason sensed Michael sitting down beside him on the couch. Michael draped
his big arm onto the back of the couch. "Jason, you're looking at this all
wrong," he said calmly.

Jason looked at him with a frown, but the frown melted slightly, revealing
a confusing look that definitely held a bit of intrigue. "How's that?"

Michael scooted closer. He put his face in front of the good-looking blond
man. "Well, for one thing..." he lifted one hand and extended his
forefinger, which he used to trace the guy's strong jawline. "...I don't
think you've ever actually been with a man, have you...."

Jason froze, not responding to my boy's advances.

This spurred Michael on even more. "I thought not. But now that we know,
and... well fuck dude... I definitely wouldn't mind helping you explore
yourself a bit more." Then he leaned forward and rubbed his smooth, shaven
cheek against Jason's stubbled one. Michael moaned, then pulled back,
smiling.

Jason was still somewhat frozen, but you could see the stress on his face
melting into... desire.

Michael had a way about him.... Hah hah.

Finally Jason spoke. Well, first he sighed--a big one. Then he pulled away
from Michael a little and said, "But... with Chuck though. I'm serious. I'd
never do that with a little boy... let alone my own son." He fidgeted
again.

"Dude," Michael smiled. "You have no idea what you're missing. I have to
admit that until I got here a few days ago, I never even thought about it
either. I've always been into grown-up dudes. I like `em big, buff..." then
he winked at Jason, eyeing him with sex, "and being blond doesn't hurt
either."

Jason breathed hard.

"But yeah, Dad showed me how beautiful it can be to take a little boy. And
shit, Jason, your little boy is so fucking gooooood. I mean, you have no
idea what it felt like when I started kissing him... let him lay under me
while I taught him all about frenching... played with his hard little dick
and balls... kissed him some more.... Shit, Jason, do you have any idea how
he responded to me? He loved touching my cock and balls. He seemed to know
exactly what to do. Maybe seeing you jerk off to all that man-on-man porn
taught him a thing or two. But yeah... he was so fucking in to feeling me
out... everywhere. Licking my cock. Playing with my balls.... And he was
practically begging me to stick my cock inside him when I was done prepping
him."

Jason swallowed; Michael's talk was getting to him. I could see Jason's
pants tenting. I didn't know if it was his proximity to my boy's body or if
it was Michael's words... but whatever it was, he was getting aroused.

"And then when I prepped his hole..." Michael continued, "fuck man. He
loves it when you stick your wet fingers up his ass to get him ready. Shit,
I'm getting hard just talking about it." He was leaning in toward Jason
again, and Jason wasn't pulling away; in fact, Jason's eyes closed and
opened very slowly. He was definitely enjoying the closeness... and the
talk. "But dude... when I pushed my cock up inside him? You have no idea
how hot it is to hear that little boy cry out. I stretched him to his
limits... maybe a bit beyond. But he trusted me, and fuck that was such a
turn-on. I can't imagine how much he'd trust his own father... if you just
encouraged him... and told him how much you love him, while you laid on top
of him, kissing his face while your thick cock slowly moves,
back-and-forth, inside your very own son. Dude, just think about it. You'd
be filling your own son with your seed... the very seed that helped create
him. And you just have no friggin' idea how good it feels when you come
inside a little boy... when you start emptying yourself inside him--and his
body is so little and tight that his tiny rectum will fill up really fast,
and your cum will be forced outside of his ass. It'll gush out around your
own cock."

Jason was sweating now.

"And fuck, dude," Michael went on, "You obviously are in to strength and
power... that's why you work out so hard, right? To be strong and
brawny. Well, there's no better way to exert your strength than to
forcefully hold your own little boy down, under you, making him lie still
while you fuck and fuck and fuck him. I promise, you've never even dreamed
about how good little-boy sex can be."

Jason moaned... and it was a deep, helpless moan. Yeah, he was starting to
get what Michael was talking about.

"Chuck would walk to the end of the earth for you, man," Michael
continued. "He'd let you press your big, thick cock inside him whenever you
wanted. He'd wrap his legs around your waist... lock his heels around the
small of your back... while you fuck him; he'd hold you tight and moan
while you move your shaft in and out of his body. Fuck, Jason...."

With that, Michael moved his face to the man's again. This time he started
kissing Jason... forehead, cheeks... and then, lips. Between kisses he kept
talking. "Shit, dude. I have always had it so bad for you. Growing up, I
loved looking at you over in your yard. And you've definitely, really
gotten fuckin' jacked man...." He was talking slowly, softly,
seductively. "I've jacked off to you so many times--and now I get to enjoy
you for real."

Jason was getting very hot-n-bothered.

"Just think about it, man," Michael cooed, "you and me... together in
bed. I could lay on top of you. Then I'd lift your legs wide and fuck you,
just like I like to do with your little boy. You ever have an eleven-inch,
thick cock up your ass?" Michael chuckled softly. "I can guarantee you it's
a lot better than those plastic dildos you have hidden over at your house."
Michael adjusted his body closer to Jason's. He put a hand on Jason's leg
and began to slowly move it up and down the man's quadriceps... inside his
thigh... oh, so close to... it.

"Just think about it, man," Michael continued. "I'd do you in a New York
Minute... but we'd be together for a lot longer than a minute. All
night... fuck, I'd love to be with you, man."

Jason cleared his throat.

"And all it's gonna take is for you to just think about watching me fuck
your little boy. That's all. Would you like that? For me to show you how
it's done? I'd be happy to. Shit, man... that'd be a huge turn-on for me:
To have you watch me push my cock inside your little boy's butt
hole... while you listen to him whimper... call my name... call out to
you.... Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you." Michael's hand moved up the
inside of Jason's thigh, and onto the burgeoning organ inside those cargo
shorts. He kept it there--not squeezing much... just resting it there,
feeling it grow.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Jason whimpered.

I watched, touching my own crotch. Yeah... this was getting hot. It was
time to lose some of these clothes. I took off my shirt and pants and
started waving my big erection in the air while I began stroking
myself. "Fuuuuuck, yeah," I said softly.

It was loud enough to get Jason's attention. When he glanced over at naked
me, starting to jack off at the sight of my boy seducing him, any
reservations he may have had flew out the window.

This was happening. Jason surrendered to the carnal lust he'd been keeping
secret all his life. He looked at Michael, and my son's lips met his. With
a big groan, from both men, they began sucking each others' face. Michael
began plying Jason's boner over his pants.

"Yeah, man," Michael smiled as he broke the kiss. "You're are so hard now I
think you're gonna break.... If you want me, you can have me, man. Shit,
you are so hot. All it's gonna take is to let me fuck your boy while you
watch. Hell, I've already fucked him once, dude. Second time will be a
piece of cake. And I'll put money down that I can make you come... just be
watching us."

"Shit, man...," Jason moaned.

"And then you and your boy can have some time together too." Michael
squeezed Jason's cock over his short pants. "Damn, I can only imagine how
much your boy would love to be fucked by you. He loves you so much
dude. Really, really looks up to you."

"Fuck man... just... fuck... just... fuck. I... I don't know..." Jason
mumbled.

With a deft hand, Michael unzipped the man quickly. Jason's hard-on stuck
up. Michael ran just his fingertips over it. Fuck it was so hot to
watch. "Well, this thing right here is telling me that you DO know,
man. But if you want me to stop, just let me know."

Jason whimpered, then he slammed his lips against Michael's. Michael
stroked him... tickling his erection. Then he pulled off Jason's mouth and
smiled, "I'll take that as a yes."

They continued kissing for a minute until little Chuck's voice was heard:
"Daddy, your peepee is really hard. Just like when you watch the videos."
He was standing on the other side of the great room; he'd apparently been
there for some time. "And you're letting Michael touch it," he
continued. "Do you like it when he touches you too? Does that mean it's
okay?"

Michael got up and asked Chuck to join him at the couch. "I know this might
seem strange and new to you, bud," Michael said. He sat down on the couch;
Chuck stood in front of him, at eye-level. "But you know how you saw your
dad watch those videos on his computer, and how his cock got all big and
hard when he saw the muscle men?"

Chuck nodded.

Michael smiled. "Well just like you, your daddy really likes big
muscles. And wants to be close to me... and I want to be with him too. But
first, he said he wanted to know more about being with you. Remember how he
didn't understand at first, when we told him about me putting my cock
inside you."

"Yeah, he was mad."

"Yeah. But he's not mad anymore. I think he will talk to you about that
later. Anyway, I told him I'd show him how I put my cock inside you, and he
said he'd like to watch it, okay?"

Chuck looked over to his dad. "Really? You do?"

Jason looked flustered for a moment. But he collected himself and said,
"Yeah, Chuck. It's okay. If you want Michael to do that... if it's okay
with you... I'd like to... yeah, it's okay."

"I always like being with Michael," Chuck smiled. "But maybe... if you like
it when he does it... would you and me... would you want to maybe do it
with me?" His expression was so pure, so innocent and full of wonder.

Jason pursed his lips. "Well, maybe. We'll see, okay?" The funny thing was
that now that his cock was out there for everyone to see, he was slowly
stroking himself, even while he talked to his little boy.

Chuck smiled. "Okay. I think you'll like it. But if I cry, don't worry. It
sometimes hurts, but after he's inside me, it feels really, really good. I
bet you won't hurt as much as he does because his peepee is bigger than
yours. It's really big, but that makes it fun I think." He looked at me and
said to his dad, "Yours is probably as big as Mr. Stone's. His muscles are
almost as big as yours are." I had to chuckle at the innocent honesty.

"Okay then," Michael grinned. He lifted his ass up just a bit and pushed
his shorts down over his legs then settled down on the couch again; his big
penis sprang up. He was as hard as ever. He stripped little Chuck of all
his clothes. The boy's penis poked up; he was really hard.

"Fuck," I heard Jason moan to himself. It was obvious that for the first
time ever he was seeing his son as the sexual object the kid was. I could
see the lust forming on Jason's face.

"Your little boy is so fucking beautiful," I leaned close to him, speaking
softly. "You have no idea how good his smooth skin feels. To be honest, the
first time I ran my hands up and down his little naked body, up his sides,
then down his legs... up his back... feeling his little chest and
tummy... and then fondling his little, really-hard dick and those adorable
little nuts of his.... Fuck Jason, that first time... just feeling him his
little body like that, I nearly came without even touching myself. Shit,
man, your son was born to enjoy. I promise you, when you take him... lay on
top of him, covering him with your body while you push inside him,
listening to him whimper in pleasure... you're gonna have to fight to not
come, dude."

Jason's muscular body shook.

So I decided to keep going. Getting him even more hot-n-bothered was fun to
watch. "And dude. I'm not even his dad. I can't imagine what you're going
to feel when you take your own adorable boy. He's gonna love having his
daddy slowly press his manhood inside his ass.

On the couch, Michael lay down on his back. His big, muscular body could
barely fit; well, his broad shoulders and wide back draped over the edge of
the cushion... as did his mammoth legs. His small waistline left lots of
room on the seat though.

"Come on up, bud," he smiled at the boy. He tickled Chuck's peepee, and the
kid giggled.

Chuck climbed on top of his hard body.

Michael pulled the boy onto his torso, and Chuck lay on top of the young
man's big chest, resting his ear against one pec. "Is it okay if we show
your daddy now? Right here?"

Chuck lifted his head, nodding. Okay. But can you be more careful please? I
don't want it to hurt as much this time."

Michael chuckled. "I'll try my best, buddy." He lifted Chuck up off his
torso.

"How about if you sit right here," he said while he lifted his big
erection, and maneuvered himself and the boy so that Chuck sat on his
mounded rack of abdominal muscles, with his cock situated at Chuck's back,
firmly pressing up the length of the kid's spine, basically.

Jason watched from a large recliner, next to mine, on the other side of the
coffee table, opposite the two of them.

Michael's sure hands moved up and down the boy's torso. From our angle,
Jason and I could see my son's cock dripping with clear pre-cum. The ridges
of the veins were distended. Sometimes Mike's hands moved over his own cock
as they traversed Chuck's body.

This went on for a long time. Michael extended it out, and the way he
closed his eyes and moaned while he enjoyed feeling the kid's body... it
was sensual and erotic. Neither Jason or I could keep our hands off our
cocks while we watched Michael enjoy the kid.

And Chuck wasn't wanting for his own enjoyment. Fuck it was so sexy to
watch the boy move his little hands all over Michael: abs; bulging, veiny
arms; shoulders; and of course, my son's enormous, thick chest. Chuck
figured out that he could get a good reaction by twisting Mike's nips,
or... especially... when he leaned forward and sucked on one... pulling it
into his mouth, gently chewing on the little peanut, licking all over the
areola. Michael's chest was dizzying in its beauty, and Chuck was enjoying
it.

Little Chuckles must have seen quite a few of his dad's gay muscle porno
videos... and he had obviously paid attention.

Eventually Michael was trembling with so much want that he had to move
forward. I could see he was almost out-of-control with lust. His voice
trembled as he spoke to the boy: "I... okay, I'm gonna fuck you now,
Chuck. Fuuuuck, bud... I gotta get my cock inside that little body of
yours.... Fuuuuuuck...." He was almost panting. "I'm gonna do it a little
differently this time. Maybe it won't hurt so much."

"Okay," Chuck said. He was intent... looking forward to this, it seemed. He
glanced at his dad. Maybe he was happy that his father was watching.

"Okay," Michael continued. "I'm going to have you stand up, right where you
are, okay? Then I'm going to poke my peepee up straight between your legs
and point it at your butt hole. Then I want you to slowly bend your knees,
and lower yourself down so that your hole pushes against the tip of my
cock, okay?"

Chuck nodded his understanding.

"Just hold my cock up against your hole. Then, when you're ready, you can
bend your knees more, and move down... lower. This way you can take it at
your own speed. If it hurts too much, you can just stop, or even push up a
bit. But try not to come all the way off if you can help it. Then when
you're ready to take more of it, you can bend your knees again and keep
sitting down on it. Does that make sense?"

Chuck nodded. "Yeah. That sounds fun!"

Michael looked through the haze of his anticipation and lust,
smiling. "Good, bud. Then, when you get down all the way, you'll be sitting
right on me, and your butt will be right on top of my pubes--that's the
hair that I have at the base of my cock."

Chuck nodded. "Okay. I might take a while. So it doesn't hurt as much."

Michael nodded. I wondered how much patience he could muster. His trembling
hands moved up and down Chuck's legs. "Okay, go ahead and stand up."

Chuck did so, carefully.

As soon as the boy's ass cleared the monolith that had been glued to his
back side, Michael's erection thwapped down on his abs, splashing
pre-cum. Chuck giggled, looking at it.

"Before I point it up again and you sit down on it, let me get you nice and
wet, okay?" He opened a tube of lube and took a few minutes to get the boy
prepared. His long wet fingers spread the boy open: first one, then
another... then a third finger. He used his free hand to play with the
kid's hard-hard erection and balls.

Michael moaned when Chuck responded favorably to the stimulation. "Gooood,
son. Very good...." Then he poured a liberal amount of lube onto his big
shaft as it lay on his abs. He spread it around, making sure to distribute
a generous amount onto his cock head.

He used his thumb at the base of his shaft to prop himself back to
vertical. "Okay, go ahead and bend your knees; you can stop when your hole
meets my cock head."

Chuck bent his knees and stopped when his wet hole pressed down against
Mike. Michael began moving his hands up and down Chuck's little body--the
whole thing, while he moaned.

Chuck bent his knees and he winced, spreading his legs wide, searching for
comfort.

Michael instinctively bucked his hips and lifted his ass off the couch,
forcing the boy upward.

"Ouch," Chuck complained.

"Sorry, man. I just couldn't help it. I want to be inside you so fucking
bad, Chuck. Please...."

Jason and I were in lust heaven. Watching that muscular man beg the
boy... oh, fuuuuuuck. The daddy-dude was really getting into this; he was
definitely shedding all the reservations he'd had earlier. I couldn't wait
till he fucked his own boy, in front of Michael and me.

Michael kept encouraging Chuck to move lower, but obviously it was going to
take some doing for the kid to voluntarily submit his little ass to that
kind of pain.

Still, Chuck tried. He really tried. His efforts were joined by whimpers
and grimaces. And he stopped all progression for a minute or two while he
gathered his wits.

Michael let him rest.

I had my doubts as to whether this could all be accomplished without
some... well... "encouragement" (read: force) applied to the boy. Yet
Michael seemed intent on giving the kid every opportunity to take it at his
own speed. This couldn't go on forever though.

I heard moans coming from Jason, and I glanced over to see his hands on his
crotch, rubbing and pushing. I decided to strip and see if he'd follow my
lead.

He did, but it took a minute.

After I had all my clothes in a pile on the floor, I started stroking
myself, fondling myself lightly. Jason looked over at me and I said softly,
"Go ahead, dude. This isn't something you want to miss, man."

He was slow at undressing, occasionally confirming that yes, I was indeed
nude and wanking off to the scene of Michael getting ready to have Chuck
lower onto his cock. When Jason was naked, he quietly sat back in his
recliner and began masturbating. And fuck, the man was a muscle man for
sure. Chuck was right... Jason was a bit bigger than me, and he was so
fucking gorgeous. His cock was, for all intents and purposes, about the
same size as mine, I thought. His body was fully-developed, with broad
shoulders, a thick chest, those oversized arms, abs to die-for, and legs
that were just so fucking big and powerful. I was almost giddy with the
knowledge that I now had access to this neighbor over whom I'd lusted for
years and years.

He was still unsure... timid. I could tell he was nervous about his son
glancing over and seeing his own dad jacking off like that. But the more I
led by example, the more relaxed he became with the entire scenario.

Believe me, dude, before the day is over, you'll be doing a lot nastier
things with your boy than just masturbating in front of him.

A loud wail brought me out of my observations of Jason; I looked over at
Michael and Chuck to see my son's big hands on the boy's hips. Michael's
stupendous, rippling arms--noticeably bigger than Jason's--were flexing and
tightening while he pushed the boy down, farther onto his big
cock. Farther, obviously, than the boy wanted at that moment.

"Owwww... owwww," Chuck called out. "It's too big still!" He was pushing
his hands onto Michael's big ones, trying to get the man to let up.

Nothin' doin'. Michael had apparently decided to move this along. He held
Chuck still, not forcing him lower, but certainly not allowing him to push
up at all--despite the boy's legs flexing and pushing against the cushion
of the couch on the outsides of my son's torso. "Just... hold it here,
bud... it'll be okay," Michael said. He was getting breathless. Once he got
Chuck to hold still--where he was on his big phallus--Michael returned to
moving his hands up and down and all around the kid's small, smooth little
body. Fuck it was such a sight to see.

Jason evidently agreed with that assessment; he mumbled, "Fuuuuuck," and
the tempo of his hand moving up and down his shaft increased. The man's
arms were big and gorgeous, and I took a moment to appreciate their size
and leanness. Watching a muscular guy jerk off--with his big arms stiffen
and undulate with his movements--was the hottest thing. And knowing the man
was getting turned on by what MY son was doing to HIS son... it was
awesome. Jason had lost all inhibitions now, and he was turning out to be a
vocal masturbator--not caring that his boy was right there, hearing every
moan and curse word he was spewing.

Another, louder, cry from Chuck brought my eyes back to the scene at
hand. Michael's face winced, and his body was tight with flexing muscle; he
pushed Chuck down on the shoulders now, and the boy's legs couldn't compete
with my son's arm strength. Chuck wailed, tossing his head back. I think I
even saw a tear stream down his cheek when he righted his head. "It
huuuuuurts," he whined.

I looked to Jason again to see what, if any, reaction he had to the
suffering of his boy. It seemed to have no effect, which was good, I
thought. If anything, he was just as enthusiastic as he'd been
before. Admittedly, at least from my perspective, hearing an occasional cry
of pain from a little boy, while he's being fucked, is some of the hottest
shit there is. So Jason was experiencing this now too... and yeah.

Michael was forcing Chuck lower; conversely the decibel level was only
getting higher. My boy was so fucking turned on that I thought he might
blow before he even had the kid all the way down. He groaned, and he
moaned... he cursed and he tightened his muscles as he easily counteracted
the boy's resistance.

I stood up and pushed myself out of my recliner. I started over toward
Michael and Chuck on the couch with my erection pointing the way. Jason
didn't hesitate; he followed right behind me. The two of us stood at the
side of the couch, naked, me closer to Chuck, and Jason closer to Michael's
head.

The hottest fucking thing in the world was happening right under my
eyes. Michael's big, wet, thick shaft--all veiny with a really pronounced
urethra ridge--was moving in and out of Chuck's tight hole; it stretched it
to its maximum. In and out--only an inch or two each way--my son fucked the
little boy. Chuck's head rested on Michael's big chest, turned to the side,
facing Jason and me, and his ear rested on Mike's pectoral shelf. He held
on for dear life... his little arms wrapped around Michael's rib cage; it
was the most erotic scene imaginable, seeing Michael buck his hips to move
himself in and out... and to watch his big, strong hands, move over Chuck's
back, sides, and hips. Chuck moaned; Michael groaned.

I bent over and started kissing the boy. He accepted my mouth but his moans
filled me.

I heard Michael say, "Jason... come here. Shit, man.... You are so fucking
hot. I want to kiss you while I fuck your boy.

Jason didn't lose any time in bending over. I heard Michael and him
slurping and smacking while they began kissing.

Michael's breath was getting harder... and faster. While I moved my tongue
all around the inside of the little boy's mouth, I put a hand on Michael's
abs, then moved it up onto his chest, next to Chuck's face. My boy was
getting close, I could tell. My hand bumped Jason's hand; apparently we
both had a thing for big chests. I squeezed Jason's hand and we moved into
a rhythm, feeling and fondling pecs, nipples and abs, both of us
occasionally brushing a hand up onto prone Chuck. Fuck it was the hottest
thing ever. I'd never been in a three-way. Let alone a four-way with a
little boy. Shiiiiiiit. I moaned into Chuck's mouth; Michael and Jason
moaned into each others' mouths.

Michael was getting closer and closer. His hands on Chuck's little hips,
and his own hips continuously bucking, were moving the boy in and
out--constantly impaling the kid on his mighty shaft. He was breathing hard
too; whenever he and Jason broke their kissing, he groaned loudly and
panted. "Gonnnnnn... gonna... fuuuuuuck." He worked Chuck in and out, in
and out; I had to move my face to match the boy's horizontal movements as
he lay face-down on top of Michael's muscular torso.

Chuck was groaning, but not yelling anymore.

Then, in what I thought was a surprise, Jason stood tall and moved his hand
onto my back. He was encouraging me to move off his son. He wanted to trade
places.

He wanted to trade places? Holy fuck! The dude was ready to go all
in... well, somewhat in, with his son.... He wanted to be with his boy
while Michael came in his ass.

I totally was good with that.

Jason and I traded places. Before I was going to go down on my son I
watched Jason with his. Jason bent over, placing his hand on Chuck's
back. I heard him say something to the boy but I couldn't make it
out. Sounded like he was asking for permission or... is this okay? kind of
thing. I assume he got an affirm, because then I did hear him say, clearly,
"I love you so much, Chuck," as he bent down and brought his mouth to his
boy's.

I looked to Michael. He was watching father and very young son get into
it. And that made him renew his orgasmic journey. Jason's hands moved all
over Chuck's little body, trembling.

Then Jason's breathing became quicker and more pronounced... heavier. He
was getting close. He straightened up, now standing next to the pair lying
on the couch, and jacked his thick cock hard while he stared down at
Michael fucking Chuck.

Admittedly, seeing Chuck lying face-down on my face-up muscle son, the
small boy being impaled repeatedly on Michael's enormous cock... it would
have sent anyone over the edge.

Then Jason practically roared, "Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck!" His muscles
tensed--hard. He came with an initial, huge ejaculation that escaped his
cock like a rope attached to a harpoon. The white milk landed on top of his
son's back, making a large rivulet that was soon joined by more... and
more. Some of his jizz squirted onto Michael too.

When Michael saw Jason coming while watching him fuck his son, that was the
straw that broke the proverbial camel's.... With one violent jerk and a
loud holler, Michael arched his back; his ass raised off the couch, lifting
Chuck up as well. He started pumping his jizz into the boy while Jason
soaked the kid on the outside.

The boy cried out; he squuuueeeeezed his little arms tight around Michael's
body, while the big guy's torpedo forced white-hot milk into his ass--to
overflowing.

I bent forward and covered my son's mouth with my own, and I started coming
too; as I bent over I shot my seed onto the couch front as well as my son's
side.

Jason cursed while he showered his son with his semen
fountain. "Fuuuuuuck. Fuuuuuck," he yelled.

He and I watched while Michael's steady stream became too much for Chuck's
ass to contain and began flowing out of his little plugged hole, forcing
itself out around the shaft that was delivering it. The stream turned into
a forceful flow, practically shooting out around Mike's too-big cock and
the little boy's too-small opening.

As he came down, Jason mumbled things like, "I... can't believe
thiiiisss...." When he squirted his last onto the boy, he stood there
watching Michael continue to force too-much semen into Chuck, and the
resulting back-flow that made a really big white pool on the leather couch.

I moved back up and put my lips on top of Michael's, and we moaned into
each other while we both finished, and my hand moved over his chest and
Chuck's semen-drenched backside.


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