Date: Mon, 22 Jun 1998 11:04:13 -0400
From: "J.W. Martins-Bazinet" <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: Father and Son Get It Done

My cousin Frankie and I grew up together; his mom was my Mom's sister 
and we live across the street from each other. I idolized him, his being 
two years older than I and skilled in all things in which young boys are 
supposed to be interested. Then when I was 11 Frankie and his family 
moved to Arizona. His dad had asthma real bad. I'd only seen him a 
couple of times since when they'd come to visit for Christmas. Even then 
we didn't see too much of each other because they stayed at our 
grandmother's.

Twenty-five years had slipped by. I was surprised when he called to say 
that he and his 16 year old son were moving back to Massachusetts. His 
wife had left him with the kid and taken off for parts unknown; since he 
had always hated Arizona he figured he could make a new start here at 
home.  Our parents and grandparents had all passed away, we were the 
last of the family. He asked if he and Paul could stay with me until 
they got settled in their own place.

I'd inherited my parent's house so there was no problem with enough 
room, but I knew it would put a real crimp in my lifestyle. Still he'd 
been my boyhood hero and he was family. What could I say? I said yes. 
Frankie said they'd leave right after the school year ended in a couple 
of weeks.

Three weeks later Frankie and Paul arrived in a Volvo station wagon 
packed full with their things. I hadn't seen Frankie since our 
grandmother had died. What a handsome hunk he'd turned out to be! He was 
only 5'8", but every inch was solid, well defined muscle. Paul was a 
younger, taller version of his father, looking much like his father had 
the last time I'd seen him.  

Frankie took the second floor bedroom immediately next to mine, while we 
put Paul at end of the hall in the room that had been mine as a boy. 
Over the next few days we got to know each other; we were getting along 
just fine.

Of course Frankie wanted to find a job right away. He's a mason, I'm a 
landscape architect, so with my business contacts, it wasn't too hard 
to hook him up. Paul had made a few good buddies in the neighborhood and 
had even gotten himself a part time job as a bagboy at the local Stop 
and Shop. In just two weeks time it seemed as if we were a real family 
who'd lived together for a long time.

Then at the end of the third week, on a Saturday morning, things 
changed. Paul had left for work and I was in my studio working on the 
plans for the landscaping of a new office complex. Frankie walked in 
carrying a cup of coffee, wearing only a pair of very revealing white 
bikini underwear. It took no effort to discern the thick shaft of his 
cock tucked around a massive pair of balls. I fought hard to keep my 
composure.

"Mornin', Glenn. How's it hangin'?" He asked.

"Mornin', I'm just getting caught up on some work."

"I was wondering, you got any plans for this evening?" He asked as he 
seated himself on the leather love seat, legs spread wide giving me full 
view of his crotch.

"Not really." I answered, though I'd been toying with the idea of going 
to Boston to look for some much needed cock. "Why what did you have in 
mind?" 

"I was just thinking, you and me could hit the bars, maybe we'll get 
lucky. I don't know about you, but little Willie here," he grabbed his 
bulge and gave it a squeeze, "could sure use some entertainment."

I could feel the heat rising in my face and I was certain I was 
blushing. Well I knew the time would come, but I still wasn't prepared  
as to how to deal with it.

I looked up from the drawing board and stared at Frankie for a long 
minute. "I think we have to have a chat," I said.

"Hey hold on Cuz," he said misreading my reaction, "I didn't mean to 
insult you or nothin', its just, you know, a guy's got certain needs."

"No you've got the wrong idea. I like sex as much as anybody and I've 
got as many needs as you, fact is I'm horny too. There's just one thing, 
Frankie. I'm gay."

He looked startled, but didn't say anything for longer than I could 
stand. "Well say something," I finally said.

He looked at me, a small grin breaking across his lips, "No shit! You 
sure had me fooled. You don't act like it."

"I don't know what a gay man is supposed to act like. What did you 
expect some limp wristed fairy? Most of the guys I know are just as 
manly as you. The only real difference is that you like pussy and I like 
dick."

"Relax Cuz. I didn't mean to get you all fired up. I just can't picture 
you swinging on some guy's tool, that's all. If that's your bag it's 
cool with me. I have nothing against gays."

"Right. And some of your best friends are gay."

"As a matter of fact, my next door neighbor back in Tempe was gay. We 
were real tight. When Carol took off he was the one who kept me from 
loosing my mind."

"Really?"

"Really. His name was Jeff and I considered him my best friend. So don't 
think that because you're gay it changes how I feel about you, except 
now we can't go hunting pussy together."

I laughed and for the first time since he'd walked into the room began 
to relax and feel comfortable. I looked over at him. The bulge in his 
bikinis had grown, the shaft pushing the material upward, the large head 
of his cock now clearly defined. My cousin was getting a hardon and so 
was I. 

I was wearing only thin sweat shorts and a tee shirt, I was sure that he 
could see my own hardening cock tenting out my shorts under the drawing 
board. Nothing was said. He was watching me; I was watching him. I 
slipped off my stool and walked slowly toward him. He didn't move, my 
eyes moved from his crotch to his face and back again. I knelt between 
his outstretched legs and reached out to cup his straining mound with my 
hand. He sighed and a small smile crossed his lips letting me know I 
could go forward. 

I tugged at the waistband of his underwear as he raised his ass allowing 
me to tugged them down to his knees. I leaned back far enough so that I 
could remove and tossed them aside. Then I looked at the object of my 
desire. It wasn't too long, between five and six inches, but what it 
lacked in length was more than made up for by its girth. It was as big 
around as my wrist. The shaft was perfectly straight and capped by a 
fat, meaty helmut shaped head; a cock made to be sucked. I wasted no 
time doing so.

It was sticking straight up. I positioned my head above it, opened my 
mouth wide and plunged down on it to the base. Frankie moaned in 
appreciation.

"Oh God! That feels so good, I need it bad." We were two individuals 
with lots of pent up sexual energy joined together in a common need. I 
hadn't had sex since his arrival and I was sure he hadn't either. 

My hunger took over. I made love to that wonderful spike of man meat, 
worked my tongue over every inch of it, teased the sensative head until 
my cousin was writhing in ecstacy. He was pumping his hips in sync with 
the movements of my mouth, pistoning in and out. A constant flow of his 
precum was bathing the interior of my mouth driving my desire to taste 
the bounty yet to come.

The fact that this was my cousin, my boyhood hero only added to the 
erotic pleasure. I was giving the best blow job of my life and he was 
responding with the same degree of raw lust. I knew it couldn't last 
much longer. 

He grabbed the back of my head in his strong hands, fucking my face like 
a man possessed. "Almost there," he gasped, "your the best. . .you're 
the best. . .almost. . .it's cummin'. . .take it all. . .eat it!"

Then he exploded. My mouth filled with rich globs of white, hot cum. I 
savored the salty acrid taste of his manhood and began to swallow, gulp 
after gulp, without a doubt the biggest load I'd ever taken. When the 
pulsing had stopped I continued to hold him in my mouth, gently soothing 
the decreasing hardness with my tongue until he'd gone limp, totally 
drained.  Only then did I release him and look up at his face.

He looked completely contented. "That was great, the best blow job of my 
life. Now let me give you a hand. Sorry I can't return the favor, but 
I'll do the best I can."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but he slid off the love seat and onto the 
floor. He laid me flat, pulled my shorts off and gave me a long slow 
hand job. Within seconds I had one ball draining orgasm which covered 
his fist with a glazing of creamy white. He brought his hand to my mouth 
and with my tongue I lapped it clean.

"Cuz, I think we may have discovered the answer to both our needs."

We had, from then on we managed to find time, when Paul was out of the 
house, for a daily romp. It was always the same, I'd suck him, he'd jerk 
me off. It may sound boring, but it wasn't. All thoughts of him and Paul 
moving disappeared. Everybody was happy.

Then in middle of September I was scheduled to meet a client in nearby 
Rhode Island. A new hotel was being built and I'd been hired to do the 
landscape design. I was to meet the archetect at 10:00 and spend the 
rest of the day discussing the job with him.  Frankie left for work at 
6:00 as usual, and Paul left for school at 7:30. I left at 8:30 and was 
already in Providence when the van's phone rang. It was the architect, 
some emergency had come up on another job and he wouldn't be able to 
meet me. I wasn't too disappointed. Since I had nothing else scheduled I 
decided to take myself a mental health day and do nothing.

I turned the car around and headed home.  I parked the van in the drive 
and entered house through the studio.  I put away my portfolio and 
headed to my bedroom to change. As I reached the bottom of the staircase 
I heard the unmistakable sound of sexual moans and groans. I immediately
thought that Frankie must be nailing some babe in his bed. I thought 
about calling out to let him know I was home, but a mixture of jealousy 
and kinky curiosity kept me silent. I climbed the stairs as quietly as 
possible. As I approached the open door of Frankie's bedroom I was 
surprised to find it empty. Just then another moan broke the silence, 
coming from Paul's bedroom at the end of the hall. I looked to my right 
and saw that his door was also open. The little fucker had skipped 
school and brought home some high school girl for elicite sex. I 
couldn't resist. I crept silently down the hall.

What I saw as I peeked around the door jam shocked me. There propped up 
against the headboard of the bed was Paul buck naked, eyes screwed 
tightly shut, legs spread wide with his best friend Craig bobbing his 
head up and down on Paul's hard dick. I must have gasped out loud, 
because suddenly Paul's eyes flew open, staring right at me.

"Holy shit, we're busted!" 

Both boys jumped up from the beds, their dripping cocks bouncing around, 
neither of them knowing what to do next. Neither did I. We all stood 
there just looking at each other.

After a minute or so I regained my composure enough to think. "I think 
you two boys had better get dressed. When you're ready meet me 
downstairs in the living room." I left them and went down stairs. I 
still had no idea how I was going to handle this. If I came down hard 
I'd be the world's biggest hypocrite, but neither could I just pass it 
off as nothing.

It took the kids a good ten minutes before they came down. They both 
looked so scared, I felt sorry for them. "Please, Uncle Glenn, don't 
tell Dad, he'd kill me if he knew about that." 

"Me too," Craig said, "my parents would throw me out, my dad hates 
fags."

"Sit down boys." They did. "I have no intention of telling your parents 
anything Craig, at least about what you two were doing, that's something 
you have to work out with them. I will let them know that I found you 
and Paul skipping school, but that's all. Are either of them home now?"

"No, their both at work."

"Alright, I'll phone them this evening. In the meantime I think you'd 
better just go on home."

He didn't have to be asked twice, he was up and out the front door in 
record time and happy to be out of the situation. I then looked right at 
Paul. Without his friend there he burst into tears. "Please, Uncle 
Glenn, don't tell Dad, I'll do anything you want."

I ignored his plea. "Pull yourself together we need to talk." He did 
his best to compose himself, when he had I continued. "How long as this 
been going on?" I asked.

"Just a week. Last week, after school, Craig and I were at his house. 
His parents were still at work, we were watching some video's he'd found 
in his dad's closet, you know dirty movies. Well we got horny and 
started to beat off, and the next thing you know he was sucking on me. 
It felt so good, I know I should have stopped him, but it felt good I 
couldn't. Later after I came I felt bad. But we did it again the next 
day, and the day after that. I was his idea to skip school today. He 
said we could spend the whole day with him blowing me. I know it was 
wrong. You won't tell Dad, will you. I promise I'll never do it again."

"Did you ever do anything to Craig?"

"No honest. He just sucked me, I never touched him. I like the way it 
feels, but I don't want to do it to him. He's OK with that, he says he 
likes doing it as much as I like getting it done. Are you going to tell 
Dad?"

"Paul, I can't keep something like this from him. It wouldn't be right. 
Craig parents are just neighbors, your Dad is family. I have to tell 
him."

Paul looked like somebody had died. "But, he'll hate me."

"Trust me, he won't hate you. Your Dad was a boy once. He knows what its 
like at your age, especially when it comes to sex. All 16 year old boys 
have more hormones than they can handle, he won't hate you."

"You don't know Dad."

"Yes I do. I'll tell you what, just before you're Dad is due home from 
work you go down to the library and spend about an hour or two. Let me 
break it to him. I promise you it will be OK. For the rest of the day I 
want you up in your room studying. Just because you skipped school 
doesn't mean you deserve the day to yourself. Now get."

Paul did as he was told. I saw him only when I brough him a PB&J 
sandwich and glass of milk for lunch and on his way out to the library. 
I spent the remainer of the day working out in the yard on my own much 
neglected landscaping. 

I'd just gotten out of the shower and was still towelling dry when 
Frankie arrived home from work at 4:00. "Hey there," he said, "you're 
home early."

"My appointment cancelled, I worked around the yard for the day. How was 
your day?"

"Same old thing. Where's Paul?"

"At the library. He won't be home until suppertime."

"Good, let me grab a shower and then if you're in the mood," he winked 
and grinned.

"Sounds good to me," I laughed "your bedroom or mine?"

"Whichever."

"Mine then."

I didn't bother to dress, just wrapped the towel around my waist and 
waited. He came in, hair still damp, his towel drapped around his neck 
and his stiff, thick club already hard.  I reached out, grabbed it and 
pulled him down on the bed. I started licking, he started moaning. A 
gush of precum ran down the shaft and I lapped it up, sticking the tip 
of my tongue into his piss slit. He giggled.

"Thank God, you're here, I need this," he said softly.

I smiled, looking up at him. "Frankie, what would you do if you caught 
Paul in the same position as you're in right now?"

I hadn't anticipated how he might take the question. He pushed me back a 
little, looking down at me quizzically. "Did you suck Paul off?"

At first I didn't understand what he meant, when I did he'd continued 
before I'd had a chance to respond. "

Well I guess he's old enough to make up his own mind about something 
like that. At least we don't have to sneak around any more. Geez, so 
your sucking us both off, that's kinda sexy in a kinky sorta way. Does 
he know you do me too?"

I sat bolt upright. The idea of sucking Paul off had never even entered 
my mind. But now that he'd mentioned it in such an approving manner I 
liked the idea. "No you have it all wrong."

I explained the events of that morning, in detail. Frankie started 
stroking himself slowly as I got to the part about Craig's bobbing head.
"So the kid thinks I'll hate him, now that's funny. The only thing this 
news as done is to make me more horny than I already was. Let's finish 
what we've started and then we can plan a strategy."

It didn't take 15 minute before we'd each blown incredible loads, 
inspired as we'd both been. We sat on my bed naked, discussing how to 
deal with Paul. By the time we'd finished we were both sporting hardons 
again. I was tempted to go down on him a second time and though he was 
more than willing we decided we'd better wait.  

Paul came shyly through the door. Frankie, as planned, was up in his 
room. I took Paul into my studio and sat him down on the love seat, I 
sat on the floor in front of him. "Your Dad's upstairs, but I had a long 
talk with him. He's cool with what happened except for your skipping 
school. He wants you to know that he thinks it's fine if you want to 
have a blow job. He just wants you to do it safely and with someone you 
can trust completely."

Paul couldn't believe it. "You're kidding me, right?"

"No that's exactly what he said. In fact he told me I could blow you, if 
it's alright with you."

Now Paul looked shocked. "You? You're gay?"

I nodded and smiled at him as I reached for the crotch of his jeans in 
demonstration.

"You want to do it here? Now? With Dad in the house?"

"It was his idea."

"If it's OK, go for it."

I could feel his cock growing under my hand. I got up on my knees and 
carefully undid his jeans, tugging them and his briefs down. His young 
meat sprang out fully hard. Not quite as large as his Dad's, it was 
still nothing to be ashamed of. I looked up at him one last time, he 
nodded, I engulfed him. I was really turned on, not only by the young 
stud in my mouth, but with the knowledge his father was watching from 
the hall according to our plan. We'd been going at it hard and heavy for 
about a minute when Frankie's voice filled the room.

"Do a good job, I want my son to enjoy your mouth as much as I do. And 
I'm next."

That's all Paul could take. He began yelling and shooting volley after 
thick volley into my mouth. Frankie sat next to him on the love seat and 
lovingly rubbed his chest and stomach, easing him through the intense 
orgasm. As soon as he'd finished I moved onto Franks rock hard cock. He 
was so turned on that it only took a few strokes of my mouth and lips to 
bring him to a shattering blow out.

Now I have all the cock I want or need. I have each of them alone most 
times, together sometimes. One things sure, nobody in our little family 
is ever horny.