Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2024 11:23:59 -0600 From: Chuck Malthor Subject: Boys Soccer, Rain, and Pizza, Chapter 3 This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Chapter 3 "Hey, boys. Kenny knows I prefer to keep naked around the house when it's just us boys. So, if you don't want to change your clothes, you are welcome. Otherwise, Kenny will provide some boxers for Luis." Luis immediately said he would like to stay naked for a while, and Kenny was used to hang naked with me when his mother was out of town. I smiled and said, "Cool, so it's just guys tonight, having fun, eating pizza, and no embarrassment about anything, OK?" All three of us walked naked through the hallway and toward the kitchen area. I told Kenny to get plates and glasses, and I told Luis to turn the game system on in the living room. I, fully naked and more relaxed, went to my phone and checked messages, while the boys headed naked to the living room and laid onto a blanket on the living room floor, playing some game or other. I looked at their boy butts in the air -- white and brown, skinny, and very clean, and I remembered those images of two butt holes shared with each other, and my dick started getting excited again. I had to reply to a phone message that had been left while we were showering. In that conversation, the house security app notified me that someone was walking up the camera view. I checked and saw that it was the pizza dude, and he was, in fact, a dude, not a woman. The guy rang the doorbell. "Hey, boys, I'm on the phone, so answer the door and get the pizzas. It's another guy, so don't worry." Both boys were hungry like boys are, and both naked boys opened the door. I could see their two backsides from my position, and could see the deliverer's surprise. I yelled out, "It's ok, I'm headed that way but you can hand over the pizzas to the boys." The deliverer was silent as he handed one pizza box to Luis and the boy walked it back to the kitchen; then he watched as naked Kenny took the second pizza and walked his butt toward the naked. I walked naked to the front door with a ten dollar bill and grinned, all friendly. I saw a young man, perhaps 19 or 20, Latino, long hair on his shoulders, a wisp of a mustache, and in his company uniform shirt, his jeans, and his Vans shoes. I offered the ten dollars and said, "It's just a boys' night home, you know" and the youth said, "I can see that. It's cool. Looks like it is going to be fun." I made eye contact and I went beyond my own regular comfort zone and said, "Well, we'll be playing games and watching movies all tonight, so you can come over after your shift, if you want." "Really? I mean, I get off my shift at 9:00." I said, "Yeah, we'll definitely be busy at that age, so come on by. Remember the address." The youth smiled and headed back to his little car on the street side, and the door closed. Back at the kitchen, all three of us started at the kitchen island, naked, standing, as the boys scarfed down the pizza as fast as they could, me watching them and listening to their clamor. I enjoyed their energy and now I enjoyed their shamelessness and I enjoyed being naked around not only my son, but also his friend. The boys' bellies were sated within minutes and went back to their video game. I followed, sat on the sofa behind them, listening to their occasional commentary of their success and failures, always looking at their butts. Sometimes one boy would turn his head back to me, smiled at me and me smiling back, seeing this naked man watching these boys. I had a beer in one hand and I occasionally arranged my dick, recounting our time in the shower, remembering the dick measurement game, and remembering offering my man hole to the boys, giving their first view, seeing theirs for the first time. The boys played their game, but lost their interest, and I suggested that we watch an action movie. They boys moved to the sofa, Luis on my left, Kenny on my right, thigh against thigh, leg on leg. The temperature of the room was slightly warm, comfortable for naked time, and I felt the warmth of their boy bodies against my thighs and torso sides, with the scent of boy sweat and soap. As the film started, we kept our conversation, answering their questions about the characters and the plot, my useless attempt to offer commentary about backstory and film history. I would move my arm from one boy's shoulder back to my dick, adjusting until it responded on its own, and then returned my arm to the shoulder, ensuring that both the boys watched as I moved. Kenny was the first to address the issue: "Dad, it's OK to touch our dicks, right? Because mom told me not to touch my dick." I tried to reply politely, "Well, women don't really understand, so, as long as we don't play with our dicks in front of girls, it's OK. You're always welcome to play with your dick by yourself and around your best friend and it's always OK to play with your dick around me. I play with my dick several times during the day, sometimes while driving, at the men's room, at the gym locker room and at the spa, and definitely while at home. You've seen me playing with my dick, so you know I think it's good among boys and men." Luis then bravely moved into the conversation, "So, that's why you've been touching your dick tonight?" "Yeah, it feels good, you know?" and I simultaneously fondled my dick, making it harder, with a hint of stroking. And Luis's bravado continued to increase. "So, why is your dick different from mine and like Kenny's?" "What do you mean?" Luis replied, "Uh, your thing shows its head but mine has this skin, you know?" But I noticed that his "skin" was struggling against his glans, his dick fully erect. I touched his foreskin and massaged his opening just a bit, and even my head got a bit lightheaded with the contact. Back on topic, I said, "Oh, it's because I'm cut, or circumcised. When I was a baby, my family decided to have a doctor cut this part called the foreskin. I think it was a mistake, and this is why I decided not to have Kenny circumcised when he was a baby." I reached to the right and fingered my son's penis, and rubbed the foreskin, saying, "But don't worry. My dick works almost as well as your dick works, believe me. I have plenty of fun with mine," all the time rubbing my son's foreskin around his dickhead. Then my son asked, "I can touch your dick, right?" and I said, "Sure, go for it. Enjoy, but don't hurt him," with a small chuckle. He had touched my dick many times before when we're alone in the house, so I think he was really just modeling this for his friend. My son reached his right over his own lap, and handled his father's hard cock. I could feel his warm hand as he reached around my shaft, and my throbbing cock echoed against his hand. Luis said, "Can I touch it, too?" I just smiled to his face and he knew that I approved. Luis reached and felt my balls like I had felt his, and his little fingers reached down below my balls, reaching that part he had never felt in his own body. I didn't even ask permission, but I reached my left hand onto Luis's dark brown erect dick, and rubbed his foreskin against his head. Both boys were immersed with their focus on my man meat while I pleasured their boy dicks, all three of us enjoying masculine pleasure and friendly sharing. "We good, boys, right? All fiends?" The boys were more quiet, reluctant to stop the touching ritual, but I knew I wanted to wait. "So, you can touch my dick as much as you want, tonight, OK? And let's keep watching the movie." My breath was accelerating and my body was warming. My senses were more acute and I could smell the scent from the boys and I took deep breaths to smell how each aroma was different. I did the creepy thing and bent down my head and smelled my son's nape and then smelled Luis's nape, drinking in those scents for memory. Kenny noticed that my cock started to produce some pre-cum while I was smelling the boys. "Are you peeing, Dad?" "Huh? Oh, no, that's not piss. This is what is called pre-cum and teenagers and men produce this fluid when their cocks feel really good. It's harmless, believe me. In fact, I use my pre-cum to massage my dick head to make me feel better, like this." And I moved my right hand onto my dick and used my thumb to smear the clear liquid around my glans, feeling the slippery warmth around my red, throbbing, heated cockhead and I verbally and honestly moaned as my head cocked to meet my son's widening eyes. "Yeah, it feels good, Kenny, believe me" with a grin. Kenny reached again and touched my dick, feeling the liquid as another drop emerged. "Hey, Kenny, it's okay to taste it. I've tasted my pre-cum many times," and he hesitatingly took his wet finger to his tongue. He said, "It tastes salty." "Yeah, it does, and it tastes good, right?" He wasn't impressed, but believe me, I was very impressed that my son took his first step to taste his dad's fluids. Luis seemed amazed but was silent. I mentioned that my cock would produce more pre-cum later and it would be good if the boys could help rub my dick when more fluid showed up. I was startled, though. A knock on the door. I had forgotten the time and we all had forgotten much of the action film. We had become much more attended with each other's bodies than any other entertaining was secondary. At the knock, all of us were shaken from our trance and everyone's hands returned to their own lap position. I reached out and looked at my phone and viewed the door camera, wondering who the hell was knocking so late and who would interrupt our naked slumber party. It was the pizza dude. I was at first confused and then impressed that the youth would make a risky move to return. From the video app, I could see that he had a small package in one hand, the other hand adjusting his crotch, and looking back to the street where he parked the car. I told the boys, "Well, that pizza dude has returned and I think he wants to enjoy some time with us. Is that okay?" Both faces showed their curiosity but seemed to be excited that another guy would see all three of us naked again. I remember how interesting life was at their age -- every new experience was a real adventure and this evening was already an adventure in the book. "Why don't you boys go take a piss break, okay? And I'll bring our new friend in and we'll see what he wants to do." Both the boys ran naked through the hallway back to my bedroom and were whispering something I couldn't hear. I headed to the front door, full naked, full erect, and opened the door. The pizza dude immediately saw my hard cock and I smiled broadly. He smiled insecurely once his gaze moved from my cock and back to my face. He sheepishly said, "I'm done with work and you said you guys were still awake ... and I brought some breadsticks ...." As his voice faltered, he reached out his offering. "Sure, man. I don't want the neighbors across to see my hardon, you know, so come on inside." He gave a small laugh and looked at my cock again. I looked at his face and then his jeans crotch as he walked into the door. I closed the door and took his package of breadsticks and there he was, standing alone, in the front entry, now with his hands in his jeans pockets. [To be continued.]