Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2019 09:36:10 -0400
From: GH Jock <ghjock8@gmail.com>
Subject: Helping My Step-Son - Chapter 36

Helping My Step-Son

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Chapter 36

The following morning, I woke to the sound of my wife and son talking. I
had slept on the couch, so I could hear their conversation coming from the
kitchen.

"What time does the movie start?" my wife asked.

My young lover responded, "There's a 7:00 showing. But if we don't get
tickets, we'll have to wait for the 8:30. It's two and a half hours long,
so we won't be home until after 10:00 or maybe 11:30."

My eyes flew open. My son was following through with his plan to give us an
excuse--an alibi--to be away from the house that evening. Why was he doing
that? I hadn't committed to the plan. I had told him we would discuss it
today.

I contemplated sitting up and telling him I wasn't going to join him. But I
heard Beth say, "Well that will work out great. Karen is having the girls
over for movie night. This means I can join them."

And there it was. My son and I had a date. Everything was working out
perfectly. Now I just had to decide if we were going out or staying home.

Jeremy had made up the story about us going to the movies so we could
accept an invitation to a "gathering." Dave--the cook at the truck stop
diner--had extended the invitation to Jeremy the night before while they
were fooling around together in the men's room. Jer was pretty sure the
gathering was a sex party.

The idea of going to someone's house to have sex with a group of strangers
frightened me.

It also made my cock chub.

I got off the couch and joined them in the kitchen. I stretched and yawned
as I said to my wife, "What, Honey? Don't you want to see the movie with
us?"

Jeremy spun around and grinned at me. I knew he was excited to see me and
even more excited that I was going along with his lie.

Beth scowled at me. "Waste my time watching a superhero movie? Not on your
life." She looked down at my crotch and said, "Clint! Cover up! Jeremy's
here!"

I looked down to see that my cock was still chubbing and the skin of my
shaft was showing through the fly of my boxers. I adjusted myself while
saying, "Sorry, Jer. I didn't mean to offend you."

My son grinned at me. We both knew that he loved seeing my cock. Beth was
the only person offended by my uncouth display.

Later that morning, I sat in my office completely distracted by the
decision regarding Dave's gathering. I remembered how much I had enjoyed
the group-sex experience in the woods by the lake. I loved having sex with
Jeremy in front of other men. But at the lake, I had been guaranteed not to
run into a friend or an acquaintance. If Dave's gathering was local, I
couldn't be so confident. What if someone recognized us? How would I
explain to them that my underage step-son and I were not only having sex,
but also going to sex parties together?

I shook my head. No. It was not worth the risk.

When Jeremy showed up for lunch, I was ready to tell him my decision. But
he quickly handed me his phone and said, "There's Dave's contact
info. Let's call him!"

I said, "Jer... I..."

He gave me a disarming smile. "Dad, I know you're nervous about it. Let's
just call him and ask him to give us more details. We can decide not to go,
if you're still uncomfortable afterward."

I took a deep breath and said, "When did you become the adult in this
relationship?"

He laughed and said, "I'm not the adult. I'm the horny teenager who will
say anything to have a fun time with his dad."

I looked around the office through my glass walls, fearing someone had
heard him. Of course, no one had heard a thing.

I used Jer's phone to dial the number. I put it on hands-free so we both
could hear the call.

When Dave answered, it was clear we had woken him up. He worked the
overnight shift at the truck stop diner, so it made sense that he'd be
sleeping in the middle of the day.

I said, "Dave, this is Clint... of Clint and Jeremy. I'm sorry for waking
you up. Is there a better time for us to call?"

Dave yawned loudly and said, "No, I'm glad to hear from you. You guys
interested in going to the gathering?"

With a shaky voice, I said, "Um... can you tell us a few more details?
Like, what exactly is it?"

Dave explained it to us. Every couple months, a group of men and their
younger fuck buddies got together to have some group fun. The gathering was
at a different location each time, usually near the big city. This time it
was being held in a shack in the woods just about halfway between the city
and our town.

I had a million questions. I started with, "Men and their younger fuck
buddies? How young?"

Dave replied, "There's usually one or two that are Jeremy's age. But most
of the young guys are college-aged."

Jer asked, "And the men?"

I grinned at my boy. He preferred adults over his fellow teenagers.

Dave said, "Late 30s and 40s."

I lost my grin as I imagined how dangerous it would be for Jeremy and me to
go to a shack in the middle of the woods. I asked, "Is it safe?"

Dave's tone became serious. "Hey, man. I get why you're concerned. It's a
remote location with a bunch of strangers. I'd be cautious too. I can put
you in touch with the guy who owns the shack. And I'll go there with you
guys, so you don't have to walk in alone."

Silence for several seconds while I considered the dangers of the
situation.

Dave broke the silence. "Do you have a buddy you can confide in about this?
You can give him all the information. You can tell him my name and phone
number and that I work at the truck stop. You can give him the name,
address and phone number of the host."

Jeremy mouthed to me, 'Uncle Ryan and Nick.'

I felt like laughing. If we told Ryan and Nick, they'd want to come to the
gathering with us. But Jeremy was right. I would feel a lot more
comfortable if I shared the information with my brother and the cop. If we
liked the event, maybe we could get them invited the next time. Ryan could
bring Hector, and Nick could bring one of his charity kids.

I said, "Yeah, OK. Give us the information."

While Jeremy was writing down the details, I considered asking one
additional question: Would there be any real father and son couples there?
But I decided not to ask it. I didn't want Dave to wonder about Jer and
me. I was not ready for him to know the truth about our relationship. We
would just have to figure out the answer to that question ourselves.

Before ending the call, Dave said, "I'll tell Antonio to expect your call."

After we hung up, I stared into my son's captivating wolf-like eyes and
said, "We shouldn't do this."

Jer frowned. "But, Dad..."

I interrupted him. "I'm not saying we won't go. I'm just saying we
shouldn't. It's very risky, Jer."

My son fiddled with his phone as he said, "Yeah, but it's not like we're
meeting some random guys from a hook-up site." He held the phone up and
said, "He's hot!"

The picture on his phone was of a very handsome Italian man in his late 30s
or early 40s. He was wearing a full business suit and had a hard hat on his
head. The caption beneath the picture said, 'Bianchi and Sons - General
Contractors.'

I said, "He is hot. Do you think that's him?"

Jer nodded. "Yeah. All the info Dave gave us points to him. I wanna meet
him! Let's call him!"

I laughed, feeling a little less nervous now that we knew the identity of
the man hosting the party. I said, "You just like him because he is a
father." I wanted to meet him too for the very same reason.

Jer winked at me and held up the phone again. "Here's the shack." He had
used an online map site to find it.

The picture showed a small house in a wooded area. It had the run-down look
of an abandoned home. But, considering Mr. Bianchi was a contractor, I
suspected the inside was well-maintained. It was only one story tall and
appeared to be big enough for one bedroom. It clearly was not the main home
of the Bianchi family. Perhaps it was a secret hideaway for the horny
father.

"Call him!" Jer demanded.

I smiled at my son and said, "You are so cute."

Jer said, "Yeah, yeah. Just call him!"

I laughed and dialed the number. After two rings, a man with a deep voice
answered. "Antonio Bianchi speaking."

I said, "Mr. Bianchi. My name's Clint. Dave from the truck stop gave me
your number."

The man chuckled and said, "Yeah. I just hung up with him. He said you'd be
calling. You coming tonight?"

Jeremy was holding the man's picture up again. I was horny for the man,
especially now that I heard how deep his voice was.

I said, "That's what I was calling about..."

We talked with Mr. Bianchi for about 10 minutes. I explained to him how
risky I thought it was for us to go to a stranger's house in the woods. He
did his best to reassure me that we would be safe. He even pointed out that
he too was risking a lot by allowing strangers into his home. If Dave
hadn't recommended us, he wouldn't have considered letting us in. To drive
that point home, he said, "We don't check the boys' IDs when they walk
through the door. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I did understand. Dave had already pointed out that some of the boys who
attended the parties were Jeremy's age. That meant that Mr. Bianchi was
allowing underage boys into his home to have sex with adults. I could
imagine how careful he had to be about whom he invited to his parties.

Mr. Bianchi ended the call abruptly, saying that a client was calling on
the other line.

"So are we going?" Jer asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

I looked at the picture of the handsome construction boss. "I suppose
so. But, just like when Nick and Chris came to the house, if either of us
gets uncomfortable at any point, we leave."

Jer nodded. "Of course, Dad. If we don't like it, we can go home and fuck
our brains out until Mom gets home."

For the rest of the lunch, Jer and I talked about the things that were
going on in our lives. Everything from fooling around with Hector the night
before, to Jer's upcoming school tour, to the potential police
interview. As usual, when he left my office, I longed to give him a hug and
a kiss.

I sent a text to both Nick and Ryan, explaining what we were doing. I
included the contact info for Dave and Mr. Bianchi as well as the address
of the shack. It might have been overly dramatic, but I wanted them to have
the info in case Jeremy and I didn't return.

As expected, neither of them was worried about our safety. Instead, they
both wanted to know if they could join us. I definitely would have felt
safer if Ryan and Nick came with us. But Dave had made it clear that they
wouldn't be allowed in. I told them I'd get them invites to the next
one--if we were still alive after that night.

Throughout the afternoon, I kept myself busy so I wouldn't think too much
about the gathering that evening. I knew myself well; if I allowed myself
to think, I'd talk myself out of going. On the way home, I realized what
worried me the most was the fact that I'd be revealing to a bunch of
strangers that I was having sex with a 16-year-old kid. But I kept
reminding myself that both Dave and Mr. Bianchi had said there would be at
least one or two teenagers like Jeremy. That meant that at least one or two
other men would be revealing the same thing about themselves.

Jer and I ate a quick dinner with Beth, then we headed "to the movies." I
gave my wife an affectionate hug and kiss. Had she been more perceptive,
she would have realized my affection was coming from a place of guilt. But
luckily for us, she was focused on ushering us out of the house so she
could head over to Karen's for an evening with the ladies.

On the way to the truck stop, we both were quiet. At a stoplight, I
squeezed Jeremy's hand and asked, "You OK, Baby?"

Jer squeezed back. "Yeah, just really nervous."

I studied my son's face. In sexual situations, Jeremy usually had a
surprising level of confidence. His nervousness was unexpected. I said, "Oh
gosh, Jer. You're usually my rock in situations like this."

He gave me a half-smile. "I have never been to something like this. What do
we do? How do we act?"

I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it. "I have the same
questions. Maybe it's going to be like when we went with Ryan and that
other guy to the woods?"

Jer shook his head. "I think this will be different. When we went to the
woods, nobody expected anything from us. You know, because it was just
random that we were all there at the same time. But this thing... it was
planned. We were invited. What will they expect from us?"

We were pulling into the truck stop parking lot at that point. I said,
"Let's ask Dave. He's right over there."

We parked next to Dave and got out of the car. I shook hands with the
green-eyed chef and said, "We have a couple more questions before we decide
to go."

Dave studied both of our faces. "What's on your minds?"

I explained to him what Jeremy and I had talked about in the car.

Dave laughed. He was not a very handsome man, but when he smiled, his face
lit up. It made you want to smile with him. I liked him. A lot.

Dave said, "No one expects anything from anyone at these parties. Just be
respectful. If a guy hits on you and you're not interested, tell him
nicely. Likewise, if you hit on someone and he tells you he's not
interested, don't get upset."

I asked, "What if we don't do anything with anyone except ourselves?"

Dave grinned and looked at Jeremy. "Have you two ever shared that muscle
boy I fucked last night?"

Jeremy said, "Hector? Yeah." He looked at me and smiled. "A few times."

Dave said, "Then what are you two worried about? I guarantee there will be
a few guys for each of you." He winked and added, "And that includes me."

I felt a tingling in my balls. We had had fun with Dave the night we met
him at the truck stop. I was looking forward to getting to know him
better. Among other things, I wanted to taste that long, curved dick of
his.

Despite my fears, I was willing to give it a shot. I looked at Jer, who
nodded at me. I said, "I guess we're ready to go then."

Dave said, "We gotta wait for my boy to arrive."

I shot a glance at his left hand to see if he was married. He was not
wearing a wedding ring. I asked, "Boy? Is he your son?" For a second, I was
hopeful that we had found another father/son duo.

Dave shook his head. "Nah, just a hot young guy who used to work with me
here at the restaurant. Each of us has to bring at least one "boy" to the
party. Don't want the whole thing to be daddy-heavy, do we?"

I grinned at my son. I knew he would have enjoyed being the only boy in a
room full of men.

Jer grinned back at me. I suspected he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Dave laughed loudly. "You two are going to enjoy yourselves. I can tell!"
He looked behind us and said, "There's Noah right now."

Noah pulled up next to us and stepped out of his car. I felt butterflies in
my stomach when I saw him. He was about 5'8" and looked like a Polynesian
dancer in his late teens. Short black hair, brown skin, handsome Polynesian
facial features. Dazzling smile. He was muscular--big round muscles, not
lean defined ones like Hector's. He wore a bright green tank top that
accentuated the color of his skin and showed off the tattoo that covered
his right arm and his right pec. He wore tight jeans that hugged his
muscular legs and round ass nicely.

As Noah approached us, I glanced over at Jeremy. He had a devilish grin on
his face. My son new my tastes as well as I knew his.

Dave introduced us to his young friend. "This is Noah." He pinched the
boy's ass. "The best assistant cook we've ever had."

Noah blushed and looked at me and Jeremy. He shook our hands and said,
"Nice to meet you." Although his voice was deep, he spoke softly, giving me
the impression that he was shy. He looked me in the eye for only a moment
before lowering his eyes.

Dave said, "Well let's get going. Most of the guys go there right after
work, so things will be in full swing by the time we get there."

Noah smiled at me and Jer as he walked to his car and retrieved his
backpack. He locked his door then headed to the passenger side of Dave's
car.

Jer and I followed Dave and Noah out of the parking lot. My son placed his
hand on my leg and said, "I'm still nervous. Are you?"

I grasped his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, very. I'm glad
we're going with Dave and Noah."

Jer placed his hand on my crotch and gave it a squeeze. "You're gonna fuck
Noah tonight, I'm sure."

I tried to feign innocence. "What? How do you...?" I saw the grin on my
son's face and I knew there was no point trying to hide my attraction to
the young man. "Hell yeah, I'm gonna fuck him. If some other guy doesn't
snatch him up first." I placed my hand on Jer's crotch and said, "And you?
You gonna let Dave fuck you with his nice long dick?"

Jer said, "I hope so." He paused before saying, "But I'm really hoping
Mr. Bianchi is interested."

I studied my son's handsome face as I thought, 'Of course he'll be
interested. How can any man resist you, Jer?'

The trip to the shack was about 40 minutes long. During that time, our
anxiety lessened because we both knew that the further we were from home,
the less likely it was that we would run into someone we knew. As we
relaxed, we became playful. Jeremy fondled my bulge and tweaked my nipples,
waking up my flaccid cock. Then he undid my zipper and pulled my hard daddy
dick through my fly. He stroked it while we nervously watched the other
drivers on the road. At one point, when it seemed safe, Jer put his head in
my crotch and sucked my throbbing dick. His mouth felt as good as always
and the thrill of getting a blow job while driving was making me insane
with lust. At two points, I almost shot my load. But each time, my expert
young cocksucker sensed the danger and eased off. Neither of us wanted me
to cum before arriving at the party.

During breaks between blowjobs, Jer used his phone to take pictures of
various landmarks along the road. He sent them to Nick and Ryan so they
would be able to retrace our journey if anything bad happened to
us. Despite our growing horniness and waning anxiety, we still were
slightly paranoid about stepping into a potentially dangerous situation.

When we pulled into the driveway of the shack, we saw eight other cars
already parked there. My anxiety returned with a vengeance and I once again
questioned whether or not I had made a huge mistake. What if something
terrible were to happen to me and Jer? How could I have thought it was a
good idea to take him to a sex party at a stranger's house in the woods? I
turned to Jer and saw the fear on his face as he stared at the shack. I
pulled his body to mine and hugged him tight. He rested his head on my
shoulder.

Dave and Noah got out of their car and walked over to ours. Dave leaned
down and spoke through my open window. "Come on, guys. Everyone is nervous
their first time at one of these things. Noah and I will make sure you're
comfortable."

I glanced at Dave's crotch and pictured his nice long dick dangling
inside. Then I looked at Noah and saw one of his nipples and smooth
muscular pecs as he hoisted his backpack over his shoulder. He smiled shyly
at me as he pulled his tank top back into place. My desire for both of them
was waking up again, making me push aside my fears. I looked into my
lover's eyes and asked, "You ready? We can back out now, if you want."

Jer looked at Dave and Noah, then back at me. He nodded. "I'm ready."

We followed them to the entrance.

Two very large men stood in front of the door. One of them stepped forward
and looked us over.

Dave said to the bouncer, "Dave and Noah. Clint and Jeremy."

The large man lifted a clipboard and checked for our names. He opened the
screen door and said, "Go on in."

I wasn't sure how I felt about having to get by a couple of bouncers. Their
presence showed a seriousness about the security of the party. But it also
seemed like quite an extravagance. Was Mr. Bianchi so wealthy that he could
afford to hire a security detail for his daddy/boy events? Also, I wondered
what the security guards thought about the nature of the party. I felt
self-conscious as I walked by them. Surely, they thought we were all a
bunch of perverts.

As we stepped inside, I grasped Jeremy's hand and held my breath. For the
hundredth time, I wondered if he and I were making a big mistake. It took a
lot of willpower to resist my mind's desire to flee. My son seemed to be
having similar thoughts, as his hand gripped mine so strongly that I felt
he might break my bones.

The shack was filled with men. I looked at every face, confirming quickly
that I didn't recognize anyone. That made me relax a little... very little.

At first glance, it seemed like a typical party. Some guys stood next to
one another while they caught up with old buddies. Some were seated on a
couch, shooting the breeze while they drank beer. Others were gathered in
the kitchen area, arguing over sports. A few others were standing around a
pool table.

But as I stepped further into the room and looked more closely, I realized
it wasn't as typical as it seemed. The four guys standing next to the pool
table weren't playing a game. They were making out as a group. The guys on
the couch were actually a 40-something man and two college-aged kids who
were sitting on each side of him, fondling his chest and kissing his
neck. No one appeared to be outright having sex, but it looked like they
were all working up to it.

My nervousness increased, but so did my state of arousal.

Jeremy squeezed my hand and leaned against me.

I held my son as I looked expectantly at Dave.

The green-eyed cook said, "Let's get you something to drink." He raised his
hand and waved.

A moment later, a blond-haired college-aged boy approached us. He was about
5'10" with a toned body--neither skinny nor muscular. He was dressed only
in tennis shoes, a black jockstrap, and a black bowtie. He greeted Dave and
Noah by name and smiled at me and Jeremy. "What would you all like?"

On an intellectual level, I knew the kid was asking what we wanted to
drink. But I was too nervous to think clearly. All I could see was a
half-naked young man asking me what I would like. The answer was, 'I would
like you to bend over so I can fuck your sweet ass.' Of course, I didn't
say that. But by the way the kid grinned at me, I was pretty sure he knew
the effect his outfit was having on me.

Dave looked at me, but I was unable to answer. He said, "My buddy and I
will take a beer. How about you, boys?"

Noah shook his head. Jeremy answered softly. "I'm not thirsty. Can you tell
me where the bathroom is?"

The blond "waiter" said, "It's past the kitchen, down the hall on the
right." He smiled at me and Dave and said, "I'll be back in a minute with
your beers." He turned and walked toward the kitchen.

I felt my heartbeat quicken as I watched his tiny little ass sway back and
forth with each step he took. I felt a surge of lust as I wondered if any
men were going to fuck his hole that evening.

When the boy was out of sight, I glanced over at Dave, who flashed his
eyebrows and said, "Nice to look at, ain't he?" He squeezed Noah's ass and
said, "Show Jeremy to the bathroom."

Noah nodded and said to Jer, "Follow me."

Jer looked up at me.

I felt sure he was asking me if it was safe. And even though I didn't want
to let him out of my sight, I squeezed his hand and gently pushed him
toward Noah. "Go on. I'll be right here." As he stepped away, I held onto
his hand until the last possible second. When I released it, I felt panic
creep in.

Dave said, "Don't worry about him. He's safer here than at the truck stop
bathroom." He stepped closer to me and said in a quiet voice, "All the men
here might be horny bastards, but they respect the rules."

Dave's assurances didn't make me feel better. Although I was beginning to
understand that Jeremy and I weren't in danger, I still was not completely
comfortable. And as I watched Jeremy disappear down the hallway, I
understood why I had felt panic when I released his hand. Jeremy was my
guide in situations like this. Without him by my side, I felt vulnerable. I
didn't know what to do, how to act. Should I meet some of the guys while
Jeremy was in the bathroom? Or should I wait and do nothing until my lover
returned?

As these questions flooded my head, I realized what Dave had said. "...but
they respect the rules."

I asked him, "Rules? What rules?"

Before Dave could respond, the blond boy returned with our beers. I looked
over his body and felt my lust grow. He was probably 19 or 20 years old,
but he looked younger than Hector. Whereas Hector's body was well-muscled,
and his facial features were masculine, this kid's body was between skinny
and muscular and his face still had the features of an adolescent.

I took the beer and thanked him.

Dave placed a hand on the kid's bare butt and asked him, "You like my
buddy?"

The boy looked me over and nodded. "Very sexy."

Dave said, "Let him see your ass. I think he likes it."

The boy turned around and wiggled his tiny butt.

I stared down at it, feeling the tingling in my balls again. I wanted to
touch it. I wanted to grab a cheek and slide my fingers into his crack. I
wanted to spread his cheeks and to see his tight young hole. I wanted to
shove my tongue inside it. I wanted to spit on my cock and slide it deep
inside.

As if reading my mind, Dave grasped my free hand and placed it on the boy's
ass. He said to me, "Touch him all you want."

I cupped his ass cheek in my hand. The skin was soft with a light coating
of hair. I slipped a finger into his crack and began lowering it in search
of his hole.

As my finger touched his moist ass lips, he pressed his butt against my
hand and his back against my chest. He whispered, "Do you want to fuck me,
daddy?"

I wanted to yell, 'Yes!' But I was nervous and unsure. I said softly,
"I... I..."

He reached back and grasped my crotch. My cock was soft, so there wasn't
much for him to feel. But he gently squeezed it anyway. He said, "When you
make up your mind, let me know. I know you'll enjoy it." He gave my crotch
another squeeze, before stepping away to take other men's drink orders.

Dave smiled at me. "I've tapped Kurt's ass a few times. I highly recommend
it."

I nodded thoughtfully. I was wrestling with my discomfort with the entire
situation and my growing desire to explore it more. To make myself more
comfortable, I returned to a safer subject. "So, the rules?"

Dave grinned and said, "They're simple. If you see a boy you like, you have
to ask his daddy for permission to play with him. Bowtie boys are the
exception. Their daddies specifically want them to be passed around."

I felt butterflies in my stomach as an image flashed through my mind of
Jeremy wearing a bowtie and a jockstrap, tempting men with his perfect
bubble butt. I knew in that moment that I would allow my son to be a
"bowtie boy" if he wanted to be one the next time we came to one of these
gatherings.

The next time? Had I really just decided we would come back?

Dave pressed his body next to mine and placed a hand on my chest. He rubbed
my pecs as he said, "But there are no rules for guys like us." He lowered
his hand to my crotch. "And I've been thinking about sucking your thick
cock again. I've been hungry for it since you fed it to me that night in
the bathroom."

I grinned at the green-eyed chef. "I've been thinking about it too. And
this time, I want to get a taste of yours." I placed my hand on his
crotch. His long cock was hard. I squeezed it and looked around the room.

Dave growled softly and asked, "You nervous about doing this out in the
open?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nah, I have a thing for being watched." I
squeezed his cock again. "I'm just looking for my boy."

Dave continued to grope my soft cock. He said, "Give them a minute or
two. Noah's probably changing."

I cocked my head and asked, "Changing?"

Dave's grin overtook his face. "Into his bowtie."

My cock began to come to life. Although I had assumed Dave would let me
fuck Noah if I asked, it turned me on to know that I didn't have to. I
liked the idea of not only getting a chance at Noah, but also potentially
watching other men do the same.

Dave moaned as he squeezed my thickening bulge. Then a second later, we
were kissing. Our lips parted, and our tongues shot out, aggressively
dancing with one another. As waves of pleasures washed over my body, I felt
my tension release and my cock harden even more. I was finally relaxing,
and I was getting very horny for Dave.

I felt a hand on my waist and I knew instantly that it was Jeremy's. I
broke the kiss and looked down at my beautiful son. Standing beside him was
Noah. He was wearing a bowtie and a brown leather loincloth that wasn't
much more than a belt around his waist and a piece of leather hanging over
his crotch and another hanging over his ass. It had no practical purpose,
but it looked hot as hell.

I let go of Dave and pulled my son into an embrace. "How are you, Baby?"

Jer hugged me hard but didn't respond.

I placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head up. Looking into his
gray eyes, I said, "Are you OK?"

Jer shook his head. "It's too much."

My heart nearly broke. Had I made a huge mistake when I let go of his hand
to allow him to walk away with Noah? Talking with Dave had helped quell my
fears. But apparently Jer's fears had been enhanced by something. I should
not have let go of him. I should have held onto him and protected him.

I said, "Let's leave, then." I didn't care about the possibility of fooling
around with Dave... or Noah... or Kurt. None of that mattered at that
moment. My boy--the love of my life, the most important person in the world
to me--was in distress. I had to get him to a safe place.

I turned to Dave and Noah and said, "Sorry, guys. We have to go."

Jer squeezed my arm and said, "We don't have to go. Can we just step
outside for a minute?"

Dave said, "We can't really have guys hanging out outside. It draws too
much attention. But there's an empty bedroom in the back. You guys can hang
out there for as long as you need."

I gave Jeremy a questioning look. He nodded at me and said, "OK."

Dave handed Noah a key and said, "Take them to Antonio's room. I'll tell
him they're going to be in there."

The nearly-naked young man nodded and started walking toward the
hallway. Despite my concern for my son, I felt a tingling in my balls as I
watched Noah's butt cheeks move back and forth as he walked. The backside
of the loincloth did very little to cover his ass. Those smooth, round
globes looked so fuckable.

As we walked past the kitchen, I saw another boy in a bowtie who was
leaning against the counter. He was completely naked, except for the bowtie
and a pair of black construction boots. He was about 18 or 19 years old and
had the lean, muscular body of a swimmer. His hair and eyes were dark, and
he had a light dusting of hair on his chest and stomach. His most notable
feature was his long, thick cock. A man in his 40s was on his knees sucking
it. Another man was kneeling beside him, waiting for his turn at the big
piece of meat.

The kid nodded at the three of us as we passed. The smirk on his face
seemed to say, 'Yeah, I know I'm hot.'

When we reached the room at the end of the hall, Noah unlocked the door and
ushered us inside.

The room was very simple. A desk on one wall. A TV hanging on another. A
king-sized bed with a nightstand and a lamp. It seemed clear that
Mr. Bianchi did not spend much time there, which further cemented the idea
in my mind that this was his private little shack that he used only on
special occasions.

We sat on the bed and Noah asked, "Can I get you guys something to drink?"

I wanted to laugh. Noah was playing his role as a bowtie boy perfectly. He
seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that Jeremy was in
distress. The young guy was sexy, but not very bright.

Jer shook his head and I glanced at my beer. I said, "No, we're
fine. Thanks. We just need a couple minutes."

Noah left the room and shut the door behind him.

I placed my beer down and asked my son, "What are you feeling?"

He lay his head against my chest and said, "I'm sorry I'm ruining your
time, Dad. I just..."

I waited for him to finish the thought. When it was clear he wasn't going
to, I said, "You're not ruining my time, Jer. It's you and me. Always. No
matter what we're doing, if one of us isn't enjoying himself, then we'll
move on to something else."

He stroked my arm and said, "But I saw you having fun with Dave. I'm sorry
for interrupting that."

I dismissed his concern. "Pfft! We'll have other opportunities to fool
around with him. It doesn't have to be tonight."

He squeezed my arm.

After a few moments of silence, I said, "Tell me, Baby. What is upsetting
you?"

Jer shrugged. "You'll think it's stupid."

I rubbed his back and said, "If you're feeling it, it isn't stupid."

He sighed. "I'm not... there's too many... Argh!"

I continued to rub his back. "You're not what? Comfortable with so many
guys?"

He shook his head. "No. Well, yeah. I mean, I'm used to being at the
bathrooms. Sometimes there's a lot of men there. But never this many. And
anyway, there are always stalls for privacy. And I'm usually the only guy
my age."

That last comment wasn't one I had expected to hear. But as soon as he said
it, it seemed to make a lot of sense. Whenever Jeremy and I were with adult
men, he seemed to be confident, self-assured, even assertive. But whenever
we were with guys his age, his confidence seemed to waver. I remembered his
initial response to his schoolmate Chris, and his shyness with Hector on
the last morning of our weekend at the lakeside cabin. I remembered how
unsure he was about the sexual role he was expected to play when he was
with other teenagers.

I asked Jer, "Are you intimidated by the boys out there?"

He tried to roll into a ball against my body, forcing the two of us to lie
back on to the bed. "I don't know. Yes. But no." He struggled to get the
thought out. "I'll just say it." He took a deep breath. "I like being
special." A deep exhalation of breath. "I know that when men see me, they
get excited about being with a teenager. At the bathrooms, when I walk in,
most guys drop what they're doing to try to get with me. There are rarely
any other guys my age at the bathrooms when I'm there. So I don't have to
worry about competition." He relaxed in my arms, no longer curling up into
a ball. "But out there... there are so many young guys. And they're so much
hotter than me."

I caressed my son's skin as I contemplated what to say to him. This was one
of those moments in which I felt I needed to give good adult advice. Not
just words to reassure him, but words that would help him.

I said, "We all compare ourselves to others, Jer. It's the human
condition. It's our instinct to size ourselves up against those around
us. We want the best houses, the best cars, the best bodies, the best
looks. But no matter what we have, we will always find someone we think has
more."

Jer traced a vein on my arm with his finger as he listened to me.

I continued. "You know that every time I'm with men like Ryan or Nick--or
hell, even with Hector--there's a voice in the back of my head that tells
me I'm not handsome enough or muscular enough or hung enough. And it's
true. I'm not nearly as hung as Nick. And I'm not even close to being as
muscular as the three of them. And don't get me started on how handsome Ry
and Hector are."

Jer propped himself up on an elbow and said, "But, Dad. You're the hottest
man I know."

I smiled at my son and said, "That's exactly my point. You think I'm hot
despite me not having big muscles, or a horse dick. You like those
things--hell, we all like those things. But they're just icing on the
cake. They're not what matter most, right?"

Jer grinned and said, "No."

I kissed his nose and said, "So, when you look at those other boys, it's OK
to appreciate the things that make them special. You'll probably be able to
find something about each of them that you envy. And, yes, some men might
prefer them over you. Every guy is different. And every man has different
tastes."

I kissed him on the lips. "And we all like being the center of attention
sometimes. I mean, you know how much it turns me on to have men watching
you and me make love, right?"

Jer giggled and nodded.

I said, "So you see. We all like it. But it's important to have
balance. Sometimes you'll be the center of attention. Sometimes someone
else will be. And when it's someone else, instead of envying them, try to
imagine how good it is making them feel. And be happy for them."

Jer nodded again, this time without the giggle.

I ran a finger down his cheek and said, "It's not easy, Jer. I'm making it
sound easy, but it isn't."

He grasped my finger and kissed it.

Tapping my chest, I said, "And, always know that this man right here thinks
you're the most amazing guy in the whole world. And remember that what you
and I have is special. I'll bet a lot of those men and boys out there would
be envious of what we have."

I pushed my finger over his pink lips and into his warm, wet mouth. He
pulled it in and began suckling on it.

As I held my son and watched him suck my finger, I wondered how he could be
so vulnerable and so confident at the same time. One moment, he could be an
insecure teenager, intimated by his peers; the next moment, he could be an
expert seducer of men.

Those thoughts made me wonder: How had my son become an expert? How had he
discovered sex in the men's room at the park? What had his first experience
been like? Who was the first man he fooled around with? What had it been
like for him to get fucked for the first time?

I pulled my finger from his mouth and said, "Tell me about your first
time."

My son blushed as he looked down at my chest. "Now? Here?"

I was about to say, 'Yes, please.' But we were interrupted.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a response. A
tall, handsome, Italian man walked in. It was Mr. Bianchi--the man whose
house we were in. He shut the door and walked over to me and Jer. "Sorry to
disturb you two. You're Jeremy and Clint, right? We talked earlier on the
phone."

Feeling self-conscious for lying on his bed, I jumped off and stood beside
it. Jer did the same. I said, "Yes, Mr. Bianchi. We're sorry for using your
room."

He smiled, revealing a perfect set of teeth. He said, "Mr. Bianchi? Only my
employees call me that. It's Antonio."

He extended his large, calloused hand and each of us shook it. His grip was
strong and his large arm muscles flexed as he shook our hands.

He said to Jeremy, "I understand things got a little overwhelming out there
for you. Anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable?"

Jer pressed his body against mine. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to make
you feel you had to come in here to check up on me."

The man scratched one of his pecs through his shirt and said, "Pfft! You're
a guest in my home. Do you think I'd let you be uncomfortable?" He stopped
scratching his pec long enough to give his nipple a quick pinch. "Plus,
I've had my eye on you ever since you walked in the door. You're so fucking
cute."

I tore my eyes away from the man's handsome, masculine face and looked at
my son. I was like a father of a newborn, feeling proud that someone had
said my baby was cute.

Jer seemed enraptured by Mr. Bianchi too. I remembered how much he had
liked the man's picture. And now that we were in his presence, he probably
was noticing how much more handsome he was in real life. I know I was
noticing it.

Jer said, "I'm OK now."

I caressed Jer's side as I looked at the stud next to us. His rugged good
looks were distracting, and his natural scent was intoxicating. My cock
began chubbing as Antonio's sexual energy filled the room.

Jeremy relaxed and loosened his grip on me. He hooked his thumbs behind the
waistband of his shorts, pushing them down a couple inches. The top of his
pubic hair was visible. In a voice filled with the confidence that the
presence of adult men gave him, Jer asked, "You noticed us when we walked
in?"

Antonio stared down at Jeremy's exposed skin. He said, "Yeah, I couldn't
help it." He turned to look at me and said. "You guys are a hot couple." He
placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.

The man's touch was electrifying. I placed my hand on his waist, my fingers
touching the top of his butt. I said, "Jer and I were hoping to meet you."

Antonio looked at my irresistible son, then back at me. He said, "He's so
fucking beautiful. May I touch him?"

At first, I thought the request was odd, considering we were at a sex party
at his house. Then I remembered the rule about daddies asking permission to
touch the boys. I nodded and said, "He usually decides who gets to touch
him."

He looked at Jer and said, "May I?"

Jer nodded.

Antonio placed a hand on my son's stomach, lowering his fingers to the
exposed skin just above his crotch. He mumbled, "So fucking beautiful." He
moved his hand to Jer's waist, then to his back. He lowered it onto my
son's round bubble butt and said, "Will you lower your shorts for me, boy?
I want to see that beautiful ass of yours."

Jeremy didn't hesitate. He was in his element when adult men were fawning
over him. He unfasted his shorts, turned his back to me and Antonio and
slowly, seductively, lowered them.

Antonio's eyes were fixated on my son's emerging ass.

When he had revealed his butt cheeks entirely, Jer dropped the pretense and
released his shorts. They fell to the floor. My incredible young lover was
standing in a jock strap and a t-shirt in front of me and the host of the
party.

Antonio placed a hand on my son's left butt cheek and squeezed it. "Holy
fuck, that's an amazing ass." He squeezed it a few more times, "So hard, so
round, so smooth." He turned to me and asked, "Where the hell did you find
this kid?"

I shrugged. "He offered to suck me off one day." Of course, I was leaving
out major details of our story, most notably, the fact that we were father
and son. "Then later he let me fuck that pretty ass of his and I was
hooked."

Antonio slid his fingers between my son's ass cheeks and said, "I don't
blame you. I think any man would get hooked on this fine thing." He moved
his fingers and Jeremy moaned. Presumably, the burly construction boss had
found my lover's tiny hole. "What do you say, boy? Do you like getting
fucked by men like me and Clint?"

Jeremy moaned, arched his back and pressed against the probing fingers.

Antonio said, "Hot damn! This boy knows what he wants." With his free hand,
he grabbed my bulge and squeezed my hardening cock. "How often do you get
to fuck him?"

Not wanting to reveal too much about our relationship, I answered, "Not
often enough."

Antonio continued to squeeze my bulge with one hand and Jer's ass with the
other. He said, "I need to get back out to the party soon, but..." He let
go of my bulge and used both hands to spread my son's butt cheeks. With
Jer's tiny, pink hole now in view, he continued, "...but I want to be the
first one to fuck this pretty little hole tonight. Before he goes out there
and draws the attention of the rest of the daddies."

Jer continued to maintain the arch in his back as he grabbed Antonio's
bulge. He said, "Fuck me, daddy."

I felt a surge of lust. I loved watching my son seduce other men. I knew
how much it excited Jer to be their object of desire. And I liked to see a
fellow man become overwhelmed with lust for my young lover.

Antonio unbuttoned his shorts, allowing my son easier access to his Italian
cock. As soon as the skin of the shaft came into view, my horny son dropped
to his knees and used both hands to retrieve it. He pulled out a fairly
thick 7" cock. It was hard and there was a drop of precum on the piss slit.

Jeremy held Antonio's thick cock in his hand as he inspected it. Then he
wrapped his lips around it and sucked it in.

Antonio sighed. "Oh fuck yeah. What a sweet mouth." Then, he asked me, "Do
you like watching him service other men?"

I nodded, watching my son lustfully.

The Italian stud said, "Show me how much it turns you on." He fiddled with
the top button on my shorts.

Understanding what he wanted, I loosened my shorts and pulled them and my
boxers down. My hard cock bounced in the air. I was about to jack it, but
Antonio wrapped his hand around it before I could.

"Nice big cock," he said as he squeezed and stroked it.

I placed a hand on his chest and squeezed his pecs. I could feel that he
had a lot of fur underneath his shirt.

Antonio looked down at my hand and asked, "You married?"

I glanced at my wedding ring and said, "Yeah."

He said, "Me too. Three sons and two daughters. You?"

I hesitated for just a second as I wondered if telling him I had a son
would make him realize who Jeremy was to me. But then I realized that by
hesitating, I was making it even more obvious. So with as much nonchalance
as I could muster, I said, "A son."

He grinned and whispered, "I'd fuck mine, if given the chance." He looked
at me expectantly.

I couldn't say it to him. I was too frightened of giving away that Jeremy
was my son. I stared blankly at him.

Antonio put his free hand on the back of my neck and pulled our foreheads
together. He whispered, "Some of the guys in our group are real dads and
they fantasize about their sons. It's a safe place to talk about it. You're
among friends."

I nodded, still not ready to say to him that I lusted after my son.

He released his hold on my neck and said to Jeremy, "You ready, boy?"

Jeremy pulled his mouth off Antonio's meat and looked up at him. His face
portrayed both youthful innocence and slutty horniness. He said, "Yes,
sir. How do you want me?"

Antonio released my cock as he pulled his shorts and shirt off. He said to
Jeremy, "On your hands and knees. I want to see your pretty butt as I fuck
it."

As the two of them moved into position on the bed, I took the opportunity
to check out Antonio's body. His barrel chest was covered in a thick
coating of fur. The hair thinned out to a light dusting down his stomach
until it thickened again around his cock and balls. His arms and legs were
thick. His big round ass was as hairy as his stomach. Without thinking, I
reached out and grabbed his butt.

Antonio looked back at me and said, "Don't get any ideas, slugger."

I blushed and removed my hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

He laughed. "You can touch it. Hell, you're at a fucking sex party. Touch
anything you want. I'm just letting you know that I don't get fucked."

I nodded, appreciating the warning. I moved around to the other side of
Jeremy. My son opened his mouth and I fed him my daddy dick. I smiled down
at him as I watched Antonio kiss and bite his smooth, teenage butt. I loved
seeing other men--especially men as masculine as Antonio--enjoying Jeremy's
amazing ass.

Antonio ate Jer's hole for a couple minutes, occasionally looking up at me
with cloudy, lust-filled eyes. He wiped the saliva from his lips and chin
and said, "You won the lottery with this boy. Thanks for sharing him with
me." He resumed eating my son's pink hole.

Jeremy pulled his mouth off my cock and moaned loudly while grinding his
ass against Antonio's face.

I said, "Fuck him. He's hungry for it."

Antonio straightened up and I saw him in all his glory. The big, powerful
construction boss applied lube to his thick cock while pushing some with
his thumb into Jeremy's tight hole. He grabbed the smooth butt cheeks and
spread them as he pushed forward.

I knew the moment his cockhead penetrated my boy because Jeremy's body
tensed, and he cried out.

The Italian stud stopped and said, "Am I hurting him?"

I shook my head and said, "He's loving it. Keep going. He'll let you know
if you need to stop."

Jer arched his back and moaned as the man pushed his big dick further and
further inside his ass. He rested his head against my stomach and I held
him.

Antonio said, "Mother of Christ! It feels so good... so tight." He began
thrusting in and out of Jer's perfect little hole.

Jer grunted with each thrust.

I asked, "How is it, Baby?"

He said, "Oh my god, Dad! It feels so good."

As soon as I heard Jeremy call me Dad, I looked at Antonio. I was afraid he
had heard it.

Antonio was concentrating on plowing my son's ass. It appeared that he
hadn't noticed what Jeremy had said.

I relaxed slightly and ran my fingers through my lover's blond hair. I
said, "You have no idea how hot it is to see him fucking you."

Jer twisted his torso around to look at Antonio, grunting all the while
with each thrust.

The two looked at each other for several seconds. Antonio said, "You are a
hot little slut. You like seducing men with your talented ass, don't you?"

Jer nodded. "I do."

Antonio said, "I want to breed you so bad, boy. Knock you up with my potent
sperm."

I smiled as I remembered how many children the man had. He surely had
potent sperm. If anybody could impregnate my son, it was he.

Antonio increased the force and the speed of his thrusts, plowing my son's
ass relentlessly.

Jer's whole body moved back and forth along with the heavy pounding. He
began to grunt louder, making me fear the man was hurting him. Then my boy
cried out, "Oh my god!"

I became concerned about his well-being and asked, "Are you OK, Son?"

Jer responded, "Yeah, Dad. It feels so good."

This time, we both had said it. We both had referred to each other as Dad
and Son. I looked at Antonio and realized he had stopped fucking Jeremy and
was just staring at us.

The hairy stud slowly said, "Wait. You two are real?"

I knew exactly what he was asking.

Jer's next move revealed that he knew too. He pulled off Antonio's cock and
slid into the safety of my arms. Under his breath, he said, "I'm sorry,
Da... Clint. I'm sorry."

I rubbed my boy's arm, letting him know that I wasn't angry with him.

I stared at Antonio, fearing his reaction. In retrospect, I realize it
seems stupid. But in the moment, I had no idea how he would react. One
voice in my head told me that Jeremy and I needed to get dressed and
flee. We had to be careful with our secret. There was danger in letting
people know we were step-father and step-son. But the other voice in my
head told me not to worry. The bigger scandal was that Jeremy was
underage. And Antonio had known that before touching him. Finding out that
we were father and son surely wasn't that much more scandalous. Plus,
Antonio had already admitted to fantasizing about fucking his own sons.

Antonio said, "Holy shit! You are!" He furtively looked back and forth
between me and Jeremy. He looked at his watch and grimaced. With a look of
determination on his face, he stepped off the bed, walked to the door and
locked it.

My heart was beating fast. I wasn't sure if I should be afraid or
excited. I hugged Jer protectively.

Antonio returned to the bed and said, "We really do have to get back out to
the party. But damned if I'm going to pass up this opportunity. Why didn't
Dave tell me?"

I said, "Look, Antonio. Dave didn't tell you because he doesn't know. No
one knows." Then, as if it made our relationship less scandalous, I added,
"I'm his step-father."

He stood at the foot of the bed. "Who the fuck cares? You're a real father
figure to him. That's what matters." He pinched his left nipple and said,
"I fuckin' love when I find a real father and son couple." He moved his
hand from his nipple down to his thick cock. He gave it a couple tugs
before saying, "I know you both came here to fool around with other guys,
but could you let me watch you two? Just for a couple minutes?"

I looked down at my boy and saw that he was looking up at me with those
entrancing gray eyes of his. He smiled at me, surely knowing how much it
would turn me on to put on a show for Antonio. I placed a finger beneath
his jaw and held it in place as I lowered my face to his. Our lips touched
and then our desire for one another took over. We fell into a passionate
kiss, the kind that only two people who both love and desire one another
can experience.

Antonio groaned. "Jesus-fucking-Christ! That's so hot! Father and son
kissing. And in my bed!"

We broke the kiss and I glanced over at Antonio. He was furiously stroking
his thick, Italian dick. He shook his head and said, "So fucking hot."

I smiled at the man before scooting down so my face was level with my son's
jock pouch. I pulled his hard cock out and gave it a few strokes. When a
drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip, I licked it off and swallowed the
shaft whole.

Antonio groaned again. "Oh fuck, yeah. You got a nice cock, boy. And your
dad's hungry for it. Feed it to him."

Jer grabbed the sides of my head and held it in place while he pumped his
dick in and out of my mouth. He was careful not to push too deep. He knew
my limits.

My cock hardened again as I enjoyed the taste of my son's dick and the
sensation of it sliding over my tongue. Antonio was right; I was hungry for
Jeremy's dick. As Jer filled my mouth with his adolescent cock, I placed a
hand on his lube-slicked hole. I pushed a finger inside and felt his ass
clamp down tightly on it. At the same time, I tasted a fresh serving of
pre-cum.

Antonio said, "Look at that. You want to fuck your son's hole. His
beautiful butt is yours anytime you want it, isn't it? And you don't even
mind that another man opened it up for you, filling it with his own
pre-cum, do you?"

I didn't mind at all. In fact, I loved it. And to show him as much, I
pulled my mouth off Jer's cock, pushed his legs back and displayed his
beautiful pink hole to both me and Antonio. I pressed my lips against it
and stuck my tongue inside. After a few licks, I pulled off and said, "I
can taste your dick juice in there. Nice and salty."

Antonio whistled and said, "You got a nasty dad, Jeremy. Later, I am going
to fill your hole with my jizz. I'll bet your dad will like the taste of
that."

Jeremy moaned and pressed his ass against my face. He said, "You can fill
it now, if you want."

Antonio sat on the bed and stroked his cock with one hand while he placed
the other beneath his balls. He said, "Nah, kid. I'm the host tonight. I
can't empty my balls in private. But this load is yours when we go back out
there."

I stroked my cock as I continued to eat my son's perfect hole. I was
excited that he was going to get the Italian stud's load. I couldn't wait
to see the man lose all control and pump my boy's ass full of his cream.

Antonio said, "But what about you, kid? Do you think you can cum more than
once tonight? You're at that age when your cock can stay hard for hours, am
I right?"

Jer grabbed his teenage cock and jerked it while continuing to press his
hole against my hungry mouth. He said, "Yeah, I can cum a few times."

Antonio leaned back and showed us that he was fingering his hole. He asked,
"Nice! Wanna eat a hairy man-hole?"

Jer nodded and slid over to Antonio. He pressed his face between the
construction boss's butt cheeks. As the man gasped, my son moaned.

I moved up to Jer and resumed burying my tongue in his ass. I moaned too as
he squeezed his hole on my tongue while he ate Antonio's hairy hole.

Antonio said, "Oh yeah, boy. That's it. Eat my sweaty ass." He looked over
at me and said, "Fuck yeah, Clint. Your son is good. Did he teach you how
to eat man-hole?"

I removed my mouth from my young lover's pink hole long enough to say,
"Yeah, he sure did." I dove back in, pushing my tongue deep inside the
silky hole.

Antonio moaned and ground his ass against Jeremy's face. "Hell yeah. I love
slutty sons who teach their dads about sex." He ran his fingers through
Jeremy's blond hair. He said, "Is that how it happened, boy? Did you teach
your dad how to enjoy your body?"

Jeremy lifted his head from Antonio's hairy butt and said, "Yeah, he
learned quickly."

The Italian stud pushed my son's face between his butt cheeks again and
said to me, "So fucking hot. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall
when your son wrapped his lips around your daddy dick for the first
time. What was it like to see your innocent young son sucking your cock
like a pro?"

I felt my face heat up as I said, "I wasn't brave enough to watch." I
paused as I remembered the amazing sensation of having Jer's lips
encircling my shaft and his tongue sliding up and down the underside. "But
it felt like I had gone to heaven."

Antonio grinned and nodded, as if he understood what I had felt that first
day. He stroked his cock and said to Jeremy, "I'll bet you wanted to suck
your dad's dick for a long time before that day, didn't you? While you were
sucking other men off, you were wishing it was your dad's dick filling your
mouth with cum, weren't you?"

Jer nodded as he ran his tongue up the man's hairy butt crack.

The Italian daddy looked at my face buried in my son's bubble butt and he
asked, "And what about your ass, boy? Did you give it to him right away? Or
did you go for the long seduction, making him beg for it?"

Jer looked back at me and grinned. He said, "I would have given it to him
right away, but I waited until he was ready."

I winked at Jeremy. I would never forget that mind-blowing moment when I
slid my cock into his perfect ass for the fist time. It was one of the most
amazing moments of my life.

Antonio's eyes lost focus for a few moments as he appeared to be lost in
thought. I imagined he was fantasizing about fucking one of his own sons.

Regaining his focus, he tugged on Jeremy's arm. My son slid up the man's
hairy torso until they were face to face. The father of five whispered
something in his ear.

My young lover nodded.

The man grabbed Jer's head and stared into his eyes. He then looked over at
me. The expression on his face was intense. I had no idea what was going
through his mind.

I found out a few moments later.

Jer got to his knees and picked up the container of lube. He squirted some
onto his pearly white cock, and rubbed it all over his long shaft. He then
poured some onto Antonio's hole and pushed the slimy liquid inside the man
with a finger. He lined his pink cockhead up to Antonio's hairy opening and
pressed forward.

My jaw dropped as I watched my teenage son's cock penetrate the older man's
hole.

As if understanding my reaction, Antonio looked at me and said, "Yeah, so
the truth is, I do get fucked. But only when I'm with a real father and
son. Nothing turns me on more than to have a boy fuck me while his father
watches."

I grinned at him. I liked the way the man thought.

He cried out as my son pushed further into his tight hole. Jer stopped and
stroked the man's big cock while he waited for a sign to continue.

A few moments later, Antonio sighed and smiled. "Oh yeah... that's it."

Jer pushed his cock further into the man's ass. When he was all the way in,
he held it in place for a few moments.

Antonio said, "Fuck me, boy. Show your father what a man you are."

Jeremy glanced back at me before he began slowly fucking Antonio's hole.

I flashed my eyebrows and nodded.

Jer smiled and began to fuck.

After a few thrusts, Antonio said, "Jesus Christ, you are good." He looked
over at me and asked, "Does he fuck you like this?"

My reaction to that question was a combination of panic and shame. The
panic was my common response to the suggestion that I might take cock up my
ass. Despite having embraced many aspects of man-on-man sex, I still felt
uncomfortable with the idea of letting another guy fuck me.

The shame was a newer feeling. Shame for not being the lover that my boy
deserved. I had made it clear that Jer could eat and play with my ass all
he wanted, but he couldn't fuck it. We had eased into very defined
roles--me on top, him on bottom. He had always indicated that he loved our
arrangement. But as I watched Jer fuck Antonio's ass, I was reminded that
my son enjoyed being on top too. I asked myself, shouldn't I be more open
with him? Shouldn't I allow him to do with me whatever he wanted? Why
couldn't I be like Antonio? The man was usually all top, but on occasion he
enjoyed getting fucked. Why couldn't I be that way with Jeremy? Why
couldn't I give him whatever would make him happy? Why was I so selfish, so
scared?

I shook my head. "No. I don't... no."

Antonio nodded. "That's cool. I can respect that." He sighed as Jeremy
pushed his long cock deep into his ass. "Hell, I don't get fucked either."
He laughed.

I laughed too. The humor in the situation almost made me feel like my whole
attitude toward getting fucked was absurd. If a man like Antonio could get
fucked, maybe I could too. I then heard him say, "Ouch, ouch, ouch," as
Jeremy apparently thrust too hard or too deep. That was enough to make me
put the subject in a safe place in the back of my mind. Maybe someday I
would allow Jeremy to fuck me. But not that night.

I moved across the bed and lay beside Antonio. He wrapped a big arm around
me and pulled me tight against his torso. I placed a hand on his pec and
played with his chest hair. I ran my hand down his stomach. I grabbed his
cock and stroked it.

Antonio said to me, "Look at your son. Fucking my ass with his young
dick. Very few men get to see their sons in action. You're a lucky son of a
bitch."

My cock jerked and pre-cum oozed out of my piss slit and landed on
Antonio's skin.

The big man scooped up the liquid with a finger and held it up. "Hey
Jer. Look at this. Your dad's getting turned on by watching you work my
hole."

I grabbed his hand and licked his finger clean.

Antonio said, "You like pre-cum, Clint? Why don't you suck some out of my
big dick?"

He didn't have to tell me twice. I moved my head to his crotch and took his
thick cock into my mouth. I was rewarded a moment later by a large serving
of pre-cum. I swallowed it down like the hungry cocksucker that I was.

Antonio pressed the back of my head and said, "Holy shit! I'm in fucking
heaven. Son fucking my ass while dad sucks my cock."

Jer smiled at me as he watched me suck Antonio's thick piece of meat. He
pulled all the way out then pushed back in. Antonio responded by gasping
and releasing more pre-cum.

For the next minute or so, I sucked our host's big Italian dick while my
son fucked his rarely-fucked hole. Even though we were focusing on another
man's pleasure, I felt connected to my son. We were doing this together. We
were a team. I lifted my head from Antonio's thick cock and pulled Jer into
a kiss. I could taste the man's ass on my son's lips and tongue and I was
sure he could taste Antonio's cock and pre-cum on mine.

I rolled off Antonio's stomach and lay down beside him again.

This time, Antonio's arm was not there to pull me into a hug. Instead, he
was using it to pull his legs to his stomach. He stared into Jeremy's eyes,
watching every move my son made. He said, "Do what comes naturally,
boy. Fuck me like the man that you are. Make your dad proud."

I looked at my son and smiled. Earlier, I had told Jeremy that the men at
the party would be envious of his and my relationship. And now, minutes
later, one of those men was so turned on by what we had that he was willing
to give his ass to be part of it. I hoped that my young lover understood
just how lucky he and I were.

Antonio grunted. "Oh fuck yeah. That's it, boy. Show your dad what you like
to do with that beautiful cock of yours. You like to fuck tight holes,
don't you?"

Jer didn't respond; he was too focused on thrusting his cock in and out of
the hairy hole.

Antonio said to me, "Go get a close-up look at your son. Watch his hard,
teenage cock pumping in and out me."

I sat up and moved over to get a good view of Jer's pearly-white cock
disappearing into the hairy hole. It was always amazingly hot to see a dick
slide in and out of another person's body. Whether it was a mouth, a pussy
or an ass, it was such a turn on. Dicks were made for penetrating holes and
my son was doing just that with his. Antonio was right; I was turned on by
watching my son fuck him.

I placed a finger on Jer's cock, right at the point where it disappeared
inside the construction boss's hole. I rubbed his shaft and Antonio's ass
lips. The man's hairy hole opened up for my son and swallowed his cock--my
son's hard, powerful, young cock. I pulled Jer into a kiss. I pushed my
tongue into his mouth just like he was pushing his cock into Antonio's ass.

Jer tried to kiss back, but I could sense that he was concentrating on
fucking Antonio. I pulled away and let him focus.

I stroked my cock and watched my son fuck the hairy man. Antonio's moans
and grunts told me he was enjoying getting fucked. Jeremy's constant smile
and complete focus on Antonio's hole told me he was enjoying himself
too. Occasionally, Jeremy would stop to kiss me, but for the most part, he
remained focused on the man beneath him.

Antonio continued to verbalize his horny thoughts. "Did you watch as your
boy started sprouting pubic hairs, Clint? Did you hear his voice deepen and
imagine his maturing balls? Did you see his bulge get bigger, revealing his
growing adolescent dick?"

Antonio's words were bringing back memories of Jeremy's early
adolescence. When I started dating Beth, her son had already started to
experience puberty. But the majority of his body changes had taken place
right before my eyes. I remembered the period of time when his voice was
changing. I remembered when he had started getting facial hair and Beth
asked me to teach him to shave. I remembered seeing his teenage cock
tenting his pajamas one night and suggesting to his mother that it was time
to buy him bigger clothes. When those things were happening, they hadn't
aroused me sexually. It wasn't until much later that I realized how
sexually appealing my adolescent son was.

I wondered about Antonio. When had he become aware of his attraction to
men? Had he been aware already when his sons were going through puberty? Or
had he been as unaware as I about the sexual desires hidden deep in the
back of his mind? When had those desires woken up for him? Had he ever seen
one of his boys having sex? Or was it pure fantasy for him?

I moved behind Jeremy so I could see his back side while he fucked the big
man. As always, my eyes were drawn first to his beautiful bubble butt. The
big round globes were flexing, showing the power of each thrust. His
muscular legs were spread slightly, supporting his body. His arms were
flexed as he held onto Antonio's big legs, using them for leverage as he
power-drilled the man's hairy ass.

Antonio was right. Jeremy was doing what came naturally for a young
man. For a split second, I imagined what Jeremy would look like if he were
fucking a woman. His powerful young body using hers for his own pleasure,
pumping in and out of her, making a baby with her. But then the image in my
head changed. It was no longer a girl. It was no longer Antonio. It was
me. I was on my back, with my legs in Jer's hands as he pushed his long,
teenage dick into my virgin ass. I was the one looking up at him, staring
into those amazing gray wolf-like eyes as he slid his perfect cock in and
out of my hole.

Part of my mind tried to erase those thoughts as soon as I became aware of
them. But another part--the part that was reacting to my earlier panic and
shame--refused to let those thoughts go. I would not close myself off to
Jeremy. If he ever asked to fuck me, I would not deny him. I would push my
fears aside and gladly give my son what he wanted. I would watch his face
as he enjoyed my body. I would revel in giving myself fully to my son.

Those thoughts made my body tingle all over. I leaned forward, placing one
hand on Jeremy's bubble butt and another on his arm. He looked back at me
and I said, "I love you, Jer. So fucking much."

He smiled and said, "I love you too, Dad."

Antonio placed a hand on my leg and said, "God damn! You guys are too
much. Come feed me your thick cock, Clint. I want to be sucking on it when
your son unloads inside me."

I gave Jeremy a kiss then got off the bed and moved around to the edge. Jer
and Antonio shifted so the older man's head rested at the edge of the
mattress. I dangled my cock and balls over his face.

He licked my nuts as he grabbed my dick. He stroked it and said, "Damn! You
are hard as a rock. You're turned on by this as much as I am, aren't you?"
He licked my shaft. "Your son is showing you that he's a man now. You like
that, don't you?"

I pinched his nipple as I nodded. "Yeah."

He licked my shaft again and asked, "Have you ever seen a boy fuck his
father?"

I closed my eyes as I imagined meeting another father/son duo. "No. We
don't know any others like us."

He pulled my cock head into his mouth and licked the pre-cum that was
gathering there. He said, "In this group of daddies and boys, we don't
reveal anyone else's secrets. But I'll tell ya, there's at least one other
real father and son couple here tonight."

My eyes shot open and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't believe
Jer and I were so close to another couple like us.

Antonio chuckled as he licked a fresh drop of pre-cum from my piss
slit. "That excites you, doesn't it?"

I nodded and looked toward the door. I was feeling a burning need to go
back to the party so I could try to figure out which guys were related to
one another. Now that I knew there was a father and son couple out there, I
was dying to know who they were.

Antonio swallowed my entire shaft, bringing my attention back to him. I
looked down at his ruggedly handsome face, then across his hairy, muscular
body, then to his beefy legs pulled up so my son could nail his ass. It was
arousing to see my son--with his smooth skin and smaller frame--dominating
the hairier, larger man. I wondered how many people would be shocked to
learn that Antonio Bianchi--father of five, owner of a construction
business--enjoyed getting fucked when the situation was right.

Feeling playful, I said to Antonio, "You like how my son's dick feels in
your ass?"

Antonio--whose mouth was full of my thick meat--nodded and tried to say,
"Yes."

I grinned and said, "He's quite a young stud. With that beautiful long dick
of his and those balls that produce huge loads."

Antonio whimpered as he ground his ass against my boy's crotch.

I chuckled and said to my son, "Look at him, Jer. He's horny for your
cum. He wants you to fill his ass with it. Then he wants to spend the rest
of the party trying to hold it in." I looked at Antonio and said, "Isn't
that right?"

The Italian stud nodded and gagged on my cock.

I said, "In a few minutes, we're going to be out there and you're going to
bend my son over and fuck him in front of your buddies. They're going to
think of you as a stud who can fuck any hot boy. But we're going to know
that your ass is full of my son's cum."

Antonio was earnestly sucking my cock as he jacked his own and looked up at
me with pleading eyes.

Jer began gasping.

I looked over at my horny lover and saw that his eyes were closed, and his
head was tilted up. I asked, "Are you close, Baby?"

Jer nodded without opening his eyes. "Listening to you guys talk is making
me..." He stopped speaking as he grunted, and his body jerked.

Antonio whimpered as he released my cock. He said, "Oh fuck! I can feel
your cock pulsing inside me." He grabbed my arm and said, "Clint. Your son
is knocking me up. Can you believe it? Your son--your pride and joy--is
such a fucking stud."

Knowing it turned Antonio on, I said. "Oh yeah, Son. That's it. Show me how
much of a man you are. You're making me so fucking proud right now."

Jer opened his eyes and looked at me. His face was contorted in ecstasy as
he unloaded his balls inside the big, hairy man beneath him.

Someone tried to open the door. But it was locked, so they couldn't.

Antonio said, "Ah fuck," and began to squirm.

The person unlocked the door and opened it. I glanced back and saw that it
was the college-aged kid who had been in the kitchen. The one that had been
feeding his big dick to two older men.

The boy said, "Antonio, are you in...?" As soon as he saw us--me with my
cock in Antonio's face and Jeremy with his cock in the man's ass--he shut
the door and locked it. "What's going on?"

Antonio chuckled and relaxed.

The boy said, "Wait! Are they real?" He stepped closer to the bed and
looked at the three of us. He said, to Antonio, "You only do this with
real..."

Antonio wrapped his fingers around the bowtie boy's large cock. He said,
"Yeah, they're real." He stroked the long dick while he turned to look at
me and Jer. He said, "Guys, this is Giorgio." With a sigh, he added, "My
son."

End of Chapter 36.