Date: Thu, 06 Jun 2019 00:18:31 +0000
From: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Subject: Father and Son at Island House 3

		      FATHER AND SON AT ISLAND HOUSE
				    By
				 Encolpius


DISCLAIMER: Although set at a real location, which I have tried to
accurately depict, the characters and events are fictional and no
similarity to actual persons is intended.

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				   THREE


	Cade texted ne to say that he was going to jet ski with Pete and
Rob.  I suppose they are a temporary threesome for now and, while I barely
know them, he is entitled to his vacation relationship if he wants.  I
don't have to approve of all of his friends and lovers.  I went jogging and
worked up a good sweat, came back and soaked in the jacuzzi for a little
while to loosen back up.  Cade and his couple hadn't left and they spied me
sitting in the hot water.  They hung around for a while and we talked.
They are handsome, sexy men, at least a decade or more Cade's senior and
they are men -- hairy chests and beards -- but like Cade they are fit as
hell, where I struggle to stay in shape.  They seemed nice enough and
everyone was cool as they left.

	I ate there at Island House and settled in by the pool in the warm
November sun to read, making friends with an older couple from Palm
Springs.  I had a mimosa, joking that it was the socially acceptable way to
drink before noon.  By 11, I was just drinking wine.  Every so often, I
went into the pool to laze around in the water naked. Skinny diping is one
of the major reasons I come here.

	In the afternoon, a guy came into the pool, my age or a bit older,
and I introduced myself.  He was a local and we chatted some.  Soon,
another man came into the pool.  Again older than me but I recognized him.
He introduced himself as Michael.

	"We've met" I said.  He looked at me quizzically.  "You're from
Delaware, right?"

	"I was.  I've moved down here now"

	"We met at Pride last summer.  Met here at a pool party.  I tried
to get you to go upstairs but ,,, Well, anyway, I accidentally stood you up
for the Purgatory Party at Bourbon Street"

	"Accidentally?" the other guy said

	"Yeah, well I gave you my rom number but it didn't matter at that
time of the night 'cause you couldn't get up there.  We just didn't cross
paths"

	"Oh yeah," Michael said.  "But we hooked up"

	"Yeah, I fucked you as you were going out of town"

	"We may have to renew our acquaintance" Michael said, reaching over
to grope me in the pool, his hand in my crotch.

	'We might" I said.

	We spent the next little while, floating and gossiping with the
other guy and another local who made his way into the pool as we kissed and
touched and stroked each other.  It's the best of part of Island House: not
as sleazy as a bath house but definitely designed for hooking up.  Not that
I dislike bath houses.  Far from it.  I've had lots of fun in bath houses.

	"Why don't we go to my room and have a little fun.  Before lunch" I
say

	I have a hard on as we get out, a fat chubber sticking straight
out.  Michael isn't as well endowed but it sticks up.  Not bad.  I'm not
embarassed. Nothing but men here and we've all had them, and gay men at
that, who appreciate a hard dick.  I dry off and it is just a lttle bit
chilly as I do. I wrap the towel around my waist and we head up to my room.
I've left the porn on the TV and we enter to one black guy eating the ass
of another black guy.  I get up on the bed and he climbes between my
legs. My dick has deflated a little but it goes in his mouth anyway.

	'How do you do?" I say, facetiously.  "I think you've done that
before"

	He looks up. "Once or twice"

	"Well, keep going"

	Every man getting a good blow job: keep going. And he was good at
it.  Tongue and mouth and suction and hand and it all felt fine.  I just
laid back and enjoyed it.  He sucked on my balls. That got me going too.
Damn it felt good.

	"Come here," I say.  "Sit on my chest"

	I want at his.  I'm queer.  I like to suck dick.  His was hard as a
rock too.  I put it in mouth and sucked, using my tongue to coat the head
of it.  He reached behind me to stroke my hard dick. I'm trying to work on
his dick and wishing that he would just lean foward and face fuck me but he
is still leaned back stroking me.

	'I want that big dick in my ass" he says.

	I grab a bottle of Astroglide as he scoots down.  A smear on the
pole and a smear in the ass.  I have trouble angling it around his hips so
Michael has to reach behind and do it for me.  But then we get the angle
and he sits down on it.

	"God it's so big" he says

	Well, I am thick and I wonder if he can take it since he is so
tight.  The funny thing is that I remember when we fucked before, he came
fairly quick.  I had bim bent over the bed in the room below this and I
banged him there and he stroked one out as I fucked him.  It was early in
the day and I didn't com then but he did.  Now, sitting on my dick, he
wiggles and moves up.  I push it back in and then he takes over the rhythm.
He is stroking himself furiously as be moves.

	Then, he cums.  It oozes out like sludge.  White and creamy.

	I am laughing as I cross the pool deck.  His friends are laughing
too.  It really didn't take long and they are kidding us both as we get
back in the water.  But I don't give it up that it was him and not me.  We
talk some more and I catch up with the gossip of Key West.  A couple of
more drinks.  A bit more groping.  It is a lazy afternoon.  As it happens
Michael and his friends have a birthday party to go at dinner time.  He
pledges to come back afterwards.  It's okay with me if he does and it's
okay if he doesn't.  I'm settled into cruise mode, Cade notwithstanding,
and I can find trouble either way.  I might have to be a bit more
circumspect due to Cade but I am getting laid here.  When Cade comes back,
he comes and sits on the side of the pool where I am at.  I introduce him
and Pete and Rob around.  The men of Key West are willing to flock around.
All three are hot.

	"Son?"  Michael said

	"Yeah, he's definitely gay" I say. "My ex wife, his mother, thinks
I corrupted him"

	"I corrupted myself" Cade said, smiling.

	We all get regaled about their adventures, Cade excitedly telling
me about wiping out on the jet ski and then them going parasailing. It
sounded like fun and part of me wishes I had done it. But Cade is young and
he needs to have the adrenaline rush of youth.  As the night turns dark,
after happy hour, now buzzed, I offer to take the three of them out to
dinner, a couple of blocks away at Axur.  It was a nice meal and we
destroyed a bottle of Reisling before the entrees came and another after.
We laughed and it was nice.  By the time, we got back, I was buzzed.  When
I walked into the cafe area, I saw Michael and went up and kissed him.

	"Ready for round two?" I asked.

	Cade and his hunks had moved off to whereever they were going.  I
led Michael up to my room.  I stripped off my clothes and practically threw
him onto the bed.  He has to struggle out of his but I am horny and getting
pretty drunk and just want to do it.  So I pull of his shorts, his ass
hiked up in the air, grab his underwear down and get down on his stiffening
dick.  I swallow that fucker whole, all the way down.

	"You're horny" he says

	"No shit" I answer

	"I've all ready cum once today"

	"I remember"

	So it will take longer.  Good.  It waas a quickie last time.  I go
for the balls, first one and then the other.  Actually, I am having a
little trouble getting hard myself.  Michael is a fuck of convenience and
not of great overwhelming desire.  I'm fucking him because I want to
fuck. That's about it.  And the alcohol has gotten the heat up but the fire
won't start.  But my tongue and mouth work and I figure my dick will too.
I slow down and give him a nice leisurely blow, the slow lover BJ.  He
responds to it like I knew he would, with groaning and moaning and rubning
my hair as I bob up and down on his dick.  And I go until my jaw begins to
get sore.  By then my dick is hard.  When I pull off of him, he launches
down to suck my dick.  And I will have to say, he is one talented
cocksucker.  It is premium.  I just lay back and let him go.

	We kiss after while and I laugh.

	"what's funny?" he asks

	"Nothing" I say, "just this. It's fun"

	"Supposed to be"

	I smile "And it is"

	It's after nine o'clock and Michael actually suggested a trip to
the red room.  I was game and we headed out.  I grabbed a towel but didn't
wrap around me. It's only a few steps around the corner and up two steps to
the white door on the left.  The place is clothing optional and so what if
I have a hard on as I go to the play area of this gay resort?  Everybody
going through that door is going to work their dick and their ass and their
body and for the carnality of it all.

	"You might run into your son" Michael said

	Well, that did give me pause.  But I shook it off.  "He's got a
pair of fuck buddies. They are off doing their thing."

	We went down the hall painted vermillion and pushed through the
plastic slats.  There was a guy, sort of my age range, getting his dick
sucked by a black guy.  Actually the black guy was hot as shit.  Medium
height, close cropped hair but the very picture of masculine perfection.
Broad shoulders and narrow hip and a flat belly with a hint of abs.  And he
was going to town on the dick.  The other guy wasn't bad for 40's.  As I
push into the room I see guy laying ass up on the cross bench.  Well,
that's the universal bathhouse pose for a bottom that wants to get
fucked. I recognize the guy.  He's local and I have fucked him a few times
before. Actually the guy getting the blow job is also local and Michael
greeted him.  I go over to the guy laying ass up and slap his ass.  My
greased hand goes between his ass cheeks and I ram a finger in his hole.
He purrs. Then two fingers.

	"You fuck me" he says

	"Sure"

	He goes over to the platform and drapes himself over it.  Who am I
to turn down a chance to fuck this guy again.  He has a hot hole and he can
take what I give him until I'm done.  I take him doggy style, in with one
bang. Not gentle.  Not nice.  Hard and in.  And I fuck him hard.  I want to
last and everything but there is something primal about it all.  He doesn't
want it gentle or slow and I don't want to give it to him that way.  So I
just bang on it.  I look over at Michael and can only guess what he is
thinking.  Anyway, he's watching me fuck another guy.  We'll have to work
out for himself how he feels about that.  You don't come in here, certainly
not into the red room, looking for monogamy and committment.  It is a fuck
space.

	I look up and the other guy, the local that Michael greeted, has
finished with the black guy, who seems to have bolted, but he is still hard
and I figure horny. He works his way back to where I am. Okay, whatever.
He wants a piece.  It's cool.  I pull out and back away.  I let him have a
go.  I admit I am an exhibitionist. But I am a voyeur too.  I like watching
people fuck.  It's a turn on. And this guy is going at it with him.  Hard
and heavy, fucking him just as hard as I did.  I smile at Michael and he
nods.  I stroke myself as I wait my turn again, although I figure if
Michael wants a go then we can just pull a train on him.

	But Michael doesn't take a spot. I get a second go at him.  I ram
it in again and just flail on his ass. Hard and brutal.  I was beginning to
feel it when the bottom lifts up suddenly and pull out.

	"I just gotta cramp" he says, rushing out of the room.

	Well, that was a surprise. I look over at Michael.  He's still
hard, watching us go at it but I doubt he'll just bend over and offer his
ass up for all takers.  He is way too tight for that, an occassional bottom
at best. But I think he wll still bottom for me. So I nod and we head out,
back to my room around the corner.  Part of me would have taken him down
that back hallway where the glory hole booths are and bend him over the far
cubby hole at the end and fuck the shit out of him there.  But it may not
be his speed and I do want to get off with something more than my hand.

	"Fuck me like you fucked him" MIcheal says, crawling on my bed.

	"You want a big dick in your ass?"  I asked.  The other guy is a
local.  He has to know him for a total bottom.

	"Fuck me"

	Doggy style, ass up and I grease myself up for it.  I get between
his knees and find the angle and push it in.  All the way.  One motion.  He
grunts.  It hurt.  He is tight, after all.  I stay there, let him get used
to it.  Then I slowly pull back, nearly all the way out until I push it
back in again.  Skin against skin.  Nice and slow.  Get him heated up.

	"Tight ass" I say

	"Big dick"

	I fuck him harder now.  I kind of lean up and forward, drapping
myself over his back so that I can really begin to bang him soon.  Not now,
just harder than before.  The heat is up for me. I want it.  I want to get
off.  I know that soon I will lose control and will just go for it.  He's
beginning to buck back on my dick and I take it that he is warmed up.  He
wants it.  I get up over and start pumping.  I grunt with each stroke and
he is whimpering.  It won't take much, not at this rate. But I am beyond
caring.  I need to nut.  Then, I feel it coming.  I ram it in and unload.

	I fall back on the bed.  I am spent.  Michael and I talk for a
little while before heading down to the bar for one last drink before he
goes.  We run into my partner from the red room and he tells me that the
bottom came back and he finished him. I just laughed and congratulated him.
I guees we all got off, one way or the other.  Afterwards, I went back to
my room not really intending to do anything particular.  Of course, the
porn was still on and I didn't turn it off or anything.  Actually, watching
it for a little while kind of got me back in the mood.  So, I decided to
make one last trip to the red room for the night.  If something was
happening, then great.  If not, I'd stick around for a little while to see
if anything did.  If not, cool.  I've gotten off all ready anyway.

	There wasn't anything happening.  The porn was good so I sank onto
the padded benches and began to stroke myself, just hanging out to see if
anything developed.  Just before I was ready to leave.  the black boy from
earlier came in.  I didn't stop what I was doing and he came over and sat
on the cross bench at a 90 degree angle from me but basically right next to
me.

	The boy is fine.  He is hot.

	Flat bellied, late 20's at worst.  Hot.  He is hard.  He is not shy
either.  No towel.  His wrist band has one of the short keys for the gym
lockers so he's here on a day pass looking to get laid.  Given the hour,
this is likely his last chance to cum and put that load inside of another
human being.  I am happy to help him out.  Happy.

	Without a word, I get between his legs.  He opens them some to let
me.  I go for the balls first. Big generous balls.  First one nut in my
mouth and then the other.  He sighs.  He doesn't fit the stereotype of big
black cock but it would actually be the perfect size to fuck me if he
wanted.  I may even suggest it.  Right now, I go for that steel hard dick.
Deep in my mouth, all the way down.  He leans back and lets me do my work.
I deep throat him, to the root, licking as I pull off.  He twists his own
nipples, maximizing his pleasure.  He has a fire, firm, fit body and is
sexy as fuck. I would love to take his load.

	The plastic slats behind me rustle.  Bodies pour in.  I hear
voices.  One tells the other that his ass is going to get wore out.  I hear
the slap of a hand on an ass.

	"Talk is cheap" I hear Cade say.

	Fuck.

	I am on my knees, caught again by my son, this time sucking dick.
He is here to get fucked, double teamed I assume by Rob and Pete.  He is
21, after all, and I don't pretend that he isn't sexual -- obviously there
is no way --and I don't begrudge him doing what I am doing too, after all.
But do I want to witness it?

	Well, kinda.

	Do I want to stop sucking this dick?

	No.

	I guess my decision is made.  Cade gets his freak on and I suck
dick, maybe we both take it in the ass.

	I never stopped doing what I was doing.  I just went down on the
guy, bobbing back and to, up and down, using my hand and tongue to suck the
cum out of him.  His balls are getting tight, tucked up against his body.
He is close.  I plunge down deep and swirl my tongue around and he gasps.
I bob up and down furiously, stroking my own hard dick as I do.  He gasps
again.

	HIs cum tastes salty.  There is plenty of it.

	"Thanks" he says

	"Thank you" I say

	Time to go I guess.  I stand up. I can hear the sounds of sex
around me.  Bodies slapping together.  Cade is drapped over the platform,
Pete impaling his ass while Rob gets sucked.  I wonder if Cade is hard as
he gets fucked.  To push past is narrow but I do.  Both Pete and Rob look
up at me as I go past but Cade doesn't.  As I get toward the opening, I
slap Rob on the ass.

	"Go for it" I say

	He smiles and nods. He would anyway.

	I went back to my room, the porn still on the TV.  On the bed, I
cranked out another load.  I am ashamed to admit I thought about Cade when
I did.