Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 19:41:08 +0100 From: Jamie Subject: Germanic Dad Shares His Son - Chapter 2 As I leant up against the polished chrome railing, he walked towards me, with a bashful smile on his face. I had, after all, just witnessed this man cum deep inside what was probably his son, while I face-fucked the lad simultaneously. It was hard to keep a straight face, honestly. With a mixture of guilt and extreme excitement I nodded in acknowledgement to the guy who worked his way through the crowd of shoppers towards me. He sidled up next to me and reached out a hand. "I'm Peter," he said - although his pronunciation was more like `payter' - I guessed he was from somewhere northern European or Scandinavian. "We're visiting from Germany this week, my son and I - who you just met," - he offered with a chuckle. I smiled and tried to hide my blush as my theory was proved right. This guy had just fucked his young lad in front of me, and wanted to talk to me about it. I was pretty speechless. "Actually we just travel the two of us on this trip," he continued. "And like to have a little fun sometimes" - by now his accent was plainly obvious. Only at this point did it occur to me that I was complicit here, that I could get into some serious trouble. But also that this guy might need to talk to me to make sure I keep my mouth shut. Probably regretting getting carried away and taking something that should have been private, into the public realm. "Nice to meet you," was about all I could say at that point, then all I could think to add was, "don't worry, they don't have cameras here." I wanted to give him the impression that I knew we needed to be discreet in this situation. And subtly that I wasn't about to tell anyone. "That's good, I don't do this so often," he replied with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. "Actually we just came to get something from the supermarket and ended up in there, it was not planned. I suppose you say I got excited when I saw you" he trailed off. I nodded to try to reassure him. His secret was safe. It would be a one-time thing and no-one needed to know about it. "We are staying in a nearby hotel, perhaps I give you the name of it and you come and find us later?" I was astonished and my heart started beating even faster. "OK, sure - give me your number or something and maybe we can arrange it." I managed. And with that he pulled out his phone, took my number and span on his heels with a brief "nice meeting you" wave as he left to go and find his son. I stood there a while longer and watched as the two of them emerged from the toy shop carrying a large plastic bag with a box inside. I tried to keep busy the rest of the day and forget what had happened. Yes, it was wrong - but I enjoyed it. It was spontaneous, and exciting at the same time. Did I need to feel guilty? The boy had clearly been enjoying it, and was so expert and what he was doing that it clearly wasn't something that new. I began to get hard thinking about this cute boy who was willing to sit on his dad's cock at any given moment. Maybe these two are doing it all the time in private. It certainly seemed so judging by how expertly he'd sat on his dad's cock back there. Then just as I was thinking about it, my phone buzzed and I got a message. "Hallo, Peter here" The message went. "We are staying at Nova Linda hotel, room 443 if you want to see us. We will be back there between 5-7pm". I immediately closed the screen. The excitement was too much. I couldn't believe I had another chance with this pair, and so soon. I thought about how to play it. Did I want to go down this path? I felt like there wasn't an alternative; I was too drawn to this situation to turn down the offer. "Ok- see you at 6?" I wrote back before I'd had a chance to let my logical brain stop me. That afternoon it was all I could think about. -------------------- As I trotted up the steps of the hotel my heart was beating fast. This place was a slightly dated 3* hotel with 1990s furniture and a lot of mirrors. I'd let Peter know I was coming and he told me just to get in the lift and knock on the door when I arrived. I went up to the fourth floor in the thickly carpeted lift, shared with a girl talking loudly on her phone. Peter answered the door wearing just his bathrobe, with the pleasant smalll of shampoo lingering in the air. His hair was slightly damp. "Hi, how are you - come in, come in.." he gestured. The room had one large bed, and I wondered what the look on the face of the check-in staff would have been when the dad insisted on one bed and not two, for him and his son. The little guy was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing shorts and a t-shirt smiling and swinging is legs, but remained silent. Without missing a beat, Peter looked over at his son and beckoned him over. Kneeling in front of his dad, he opened the dressing gown and began to work his dad's cock with his mouth, trying to get him hard. At the same time, Peter pulled me towards him and started kissing me passionately, which was something I hadn't expected. As I stood there kissing him, I glanced down to see his lad playing with him, holding back the folds of his dad's bathrobe while his other hand started to creep up my jeans towards my crotch. I unbuckled and let the boy reach inside my underwear, also willing him to get me hard with his useful little hands and mouth. Then the boy pulled my jeans down a bit more and took our cocks in his mouth one at a time, going back and forth between them. By this time I was fully erect, my foreskin pulling back and plenty of precum filling the boy's mouth. His dad's was the same - bigger than mine, but with a tanned, loose and rather long foreskin that his son clearly liked to nibble before pulling it back. It looked even bigger in those small hands of his. At this point all I wanted to do was take the boy's clothes off. I tapped him on the shoulder, reached and got him to stand up and he reached his arms up as I tugged off his t-shirt for him. He turned around and I slowly pulled down his shorts to reveal his cute, pert bubbe boy-butt. I wanted him to keep his Daffy Duck briefs on while he sucked us both, and spent a second admiring his plump, round arse before he knelt back down again to concentrate on his dad. The two of us grown men stood there, watching this young lad please us and occasionally looked up to exchange glances with each of us in satisfaction. Peter and I glanced at each other and shared a bashful smile. That a guy like this - strong-jawed, dark haired beast of a man with muscular legs, wanted to share his actual son with me was a huge turn-on. I couldn't help wondering what the story was - do these two take holidays alone together all the time? I went back to the task at hand and hoped I would find out more later. The dad finally shrugged off his dressing down and slid back onto the bed, lying down. Following him, his son started crawling on all fours to continue where he left off, with one hand around his dad's dick and his mouth playing with the head. I moved to stand around the side to get a better view and summoned the boy to suck me as well. As he did so, he slowly took off his boyish briefs and I could see a huge wet patch in them. This lad had so much precum, it was an obvious dark stain on his pants. I wondered how many times a day he could cum - at that age I was virtually insatiable. And if I'd had a dad as sexy as him, I wouldn't exactly complain about the chance to satisfy him daily. I couldn't resist reaching around and finding his little hole, which was hairless and tight. I wanted to finger and play with his hole. I slid my finger over and around it, before slowly plunging it inside him. He let out a little gasp as I did so, and I saw a smile forming on the face of his dad. I guess it was dad's fantasy to have his son used by someone else. "Daniel, komm her", the dad said to the little guy, cocking his head. The boy knew exactly what to do. Facing his dad and straddled across his tanned, hairy legs, he started to tease his dad's cockhead with his hole, already wet from the spit I'd put on my fingers as I tried to loosen him up. The man looked at me as if to invite me over, and I knelt in front of the scene, watching and wanking - waiting to see what was going to happen next. The boy arched his back and used his hand to position the cock better, then slowly slid down on it. I was impressed that he didn't seem to need any lube, just his dad's dick that fit him perfectly and that he knew how to use as a private dildo. I sat in awe as I watched Peter's nice uncut German cock slide into his son. It wasn't long before the boy was riding enthusiastically and kissing his dad at the same time. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to suspend disbelief or buy into the reality of what was happening - a sexy dad was using his son as a plaything, probably giving him multiple loads per day and buying him presents as a form of bribery. Probably though, the loads would have been enough, judging by the enthusiasm that this lad was riding his dad's cock. How could I resist? From this position I was only centimetres away from his hole, and I put my finger up where his dad was entering him, to see if there was any more room inside. The boy slowed down and let me insert my whole finger, while the large man's cock was still inside him. I manoeuvred closer and positioned my own hard cock - by now also dripping in precum - towards the hole. The next thing, I felt the boys hand around my cock, angling it closer to his hole. This wasn't really happening, was it? To my surprise, he stopped moving as he looked over his left shoulder and encouraged me to push. I pressed my cock against his dad's, and then tried to force myself inside. It took a good few seconds to feel it pop inside, but blissful when it did. The three of us all seemed relieved and excited. I slid a bit deeper still, and did all I could to keep myself from shooting my load right then and there. Here we were, double-penetrating a young boy - me and his dad. I took a second just to try to appreciate what was happening. But only a second, because I couldn't resist starting to fuck him. It felt incredible as I started slowly to pound this boy, with his dad still inside him. I wondered if the cum from earlier was still there, too. Slowly we started, me moving my hips and thrusting into the boy as Peter stayed still. And bit by bit, I was able to get faster, and we were both using his hole simultaneously. The boy was by now writhing in ecstasy, enjoying having two grown men's penises inside him, and wanking his own small willy furiously. I put my hand around his waist as his dad and I both thrust deep in him, and noticed how smooth and soft his skin was. It wasn't long before the boy was clearly about to cum, and I couldn't resist much longer. "Can I come?" I asked Peter - who simply nodded in response and looked me deep in the eye, with a slightly sinister smile on his lips. Within seconds I felt the urge to release rising inside me. I concentrated, closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around the boy and lost myself in hard rhythmic pounding. I couldn't hold it in any longer, and felt long streaks of cum shoot from my manhood into this boy as his dad's cock spontaneously erupted at the same time. We were both shooting inside at the same time. I slid out, and saw the satisfied grin on the face of Peter, his own cock covered in a mixture of our cum as he pulled out. "You're such a good boy," I said to Daniel - I had only learned his name through some slip of the tongue, as I gathered by this point that he the dad may have trained him to keep quiet. Peter muttered something to him quietly to him in German and he went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start running. He was quite a cute lad, though certainly not as handsome as his father - but he loved to please. "He's a bit shy," Peter explained as he threw his legs around and sat on the side of the bed next to me. "But he enjoys it. We're just on holiday here for a few days together." "Ah yes, I remember you saying - do you always travel together like this?" I asked, not knowing how deep to dig. "Well, since his brother is at boarding school he isn't able to join us any more." `Of course he has a brother,' I thought to myself. No doubt getting up to all kinds of mischief at school with other boys if he'd received a similar treatment from his dad. "By the way," I added - "I am not going to tell anyone about this, don't worry." "Thank you - I appreciate it. Most people would not understand what Daniel and I have," he concluded wistfully. In that moment I felt like Peter had done a big thing to trust me; the stakes were high. He was right - most people would not understand. And with that I put my shoes on, and shuffled towards the door - Daniel still in the shower, without a chance to say goodbye. I didn't like to press it, but I hoped that I'd be invited over again before their trip drew to a close. That evening I wanked furiously thinking about the two times we had both shared Peter's son. I tried to convince myself that this was going to be it - I would never see them again, to avoid getting disappointed. That was until I received a text message late at night from Peter. The text message read; "Hallo again. Good to see you today. However it seems we have a little problem." I had no idea what I was expecting, but my heart thudded very fast as my mind feared the worst. To be continued...