Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2002 06:33:07 -0800 (PST) From: chip ster Subject: In The Dog House - 1 In The Dog House By Chipster071053@yahoo.com (Insert the disclaimer here...you know, the one that says if it's illegal for you to read pornography where you live, if your underage, and all that stuff...if any or all of it applies to you, then don't read beyond this. Otherwise, enjoy!) It's been a long time since I've been out to the storage building behind our house, but one Saturday afternoon, I had to find something I'd put out there before my wife and I divorced. See, when my wife and I were having a hard time with our marriage, I used to sleep in a small room at the back of the storage building where I'd set up a bed. I used to jokingly refer to it as "The Dog House," since I always went there when I got in trouble with her. And it didn't take much to get in trouble with her in those days. I used to keep some jack-off material out there in a cabinet, too. Those nights in the Dog House without any sex drove me crazy, so I gathered some stuff to relieve myself. Mostly straight, but I had a few gay mags, too. I always had dreams about doing it with another guy, but never followed through because I wanted to remain faithful to my wife. Faithful. That's a joke. She's the one who fooled around. We were high school sweethearts. She gave me her cherry after the Senior Prom, and we found out she was pregnant right after graduation. We got married that summer and went off to college. Late that year, she gave birth to our one and only child, our son Terry. Shortly after that, I came home and found her in bed with another guy, someone she'd met in one of her classes. We had a blow-up and briefly separated, but we got back together, and for the next 10 years, I thought she was faithful to me. God knows I was to her. She got a job as a schoolteacher at the high school where we'd gone, and I went to work for a distributing company as a field manager. It meant traveling, and I was away from home at least one night every week. Purely by accident one night, I found her car in the parking lot of a motel one town over from ours next to a restaurant where I often met with the route drivers. I was supposed to be several hundred miles from home that night, but a last minute schedule change put me there instead. The meeting ran late and I had plans to go home and surprise her, but when her car was still there after the meeting, I stayed and watched. I saw her leaving a room with two prime cuts of teenage manhood I recognized as members of the school's football team. I had no idea where our son was, but I was furious. I followed them home and watched her drop both boys off at the school where they'd left a car, then home. I drove around the neighborhood for almost a half an hour before I finally pulled into the driveway. She was in bed, asleep. I crawled into bed with her and started to make love. Even though she smelled clean, I could taste the salty semen that the boys had left between her legs. She made love passionately that night, as if nothing was wrong or different. I kept finding her in compromising situations. Turns out she'd go to bed with guys or girls...or both. It finally came to a head when I came home unexpectedly one night I was supposed to be traveling and found her in bed with two teenage couples. I turned and left the room, headed for the Dog House. She didn't even make an effort to stop me. The next day, she moved out while I was at work. I filed for divorce and was given joint custody of our son. She took on a younger lover, and within 6 months, I had sole custody of Terry, who was now 14. He was growing into a good-looking young kid. Blond hair, emerald green eyes and a sweet smile. He was almost 5'8" and weighed about 145 lbs. He worked out in the school weight room regularly and he had a smooth, almost hairless body. He did have a small patch of pubic hair that he'd been growing for about six months. The only reason I knew about it was because every once in a while I caught him in the hallway trying to get from the bathroom to his bedroom. That fateful afternoon I had gone to the storage building, I heard noises coming from the Dog House. I thought I had locked the room, but apparently Terry and his friend Jeff had either found a key or picked the lock. They were both in there and from the sounds of things, they weren't expecting company. I'd never thought of Terry's friend Jeff as a particularly handsome young man, but I did at the moment I opened the door to the Dog House. There was Terry, naked and on all fours, with Jeff behind him, his cock shoved up inside Terry's butt. All around them were magazine pictures of gay and straight couples having sex. Jeff was about the same age as Terry. He was a little taller, well-tanned and dark brown hair, blue eyes and a more muscular build. Jeff played Junior High Football, tackle I think. Right now though, he was busy fucking my son. Terry had a five-inch hard-on hanging below him and it bobbed back and forth as Jeff thrust into my son. Since they were facing sideways from the door and both boys had their eyes closed when I came into the room, it took a minute for them to realize I was standing there. They both freaked. Jeff pulled his cock out and I saw six inches of solid meat, covered in a blue condom as the boy rolled over and onto the floor. Terry grabbed at the bedspread and tried to cover himself as I came closer, not sure whether I should be mad or not. They were boys, and boys experiment. I can remember experimenting myself when I was their age, fooling around with the guys at summer camp or having a circle jerk in somebody's rec room while their parents were upstairs. But I'd never let another guy put his cock in me, and I was admittedly confused about how I should react. "What's going on in here?" I asked, making myself sound stupid, because we all knew what was happening. "We were, er, just, um," were the first words out of my son's mouth. Jeff was still on the floor, trying to hide as if I hadn't seen him plowing into Terry. "Stand up Jeff, and you two explain yourselves," I said in a commanding voice. "Well sir, we found these pictures in the dresser over there and I talked Terry into trying what we had seen," said Jeff, owning up to the inevitable. "Why did you think you had to do that?" I asked, realizing that I wasn't being much of an investigator. "Because, Dad, it looked fun," said Terry, looking over at me as a big grin grew on his face. "And what were you doing with this stuff out here, anyway?" The tables had turned. I'd been caught with the gay mags and the two boys were asking for an explanation, one that I wasn't about to give, but couldn't find a way to get around. Jeff walked around the bed and approached me. The 14-year-old had suddenly gotten really cocky, like he thought he was going to get away with something. His cock hadn't deflated a bit, although I noticed that Terry's was just a nub again. "So it turned you on, did it?" asked Jeff as he started to rub my crotch through my pants. My God, I thought, as I realized I was sporting a hard-on. Jeff had seen it and somehow figured he could use it to his advantage. I stood silent; beginning to feel the stimulation the young boy was giving me. While my son watched, young Jeff practically seduced me. He unzipped me, reached into my pants and fished out my hardening cock, which was begging for release. Eight inches popped out and Jeff took it in hand, stroking me while he watched my face. I looked back and forth between Jeff's hand and my son. Terry was starting to get aroused again and it took only a moment or two for his cock to grow back to its full length. He slipped off the bed and dropped to his knees to more closely watch Jeff's manipulations. Jeff also dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. "How...how...how long have you guys been doing this?" I stammered as Jeff's lips rode up and down my pole. "A couple of months, I guess," said my son as he watched his friend sucking me. "He had some magazines of girls and I remembered seeing some like that in here once when you were sleeping out here. When we found the ones with the guys, we both got so turned on that we started coming out here to jack off when you weren't around. We've been fucking each other for a couple of weeks or so." "This is wrong!" I protested as Jeff continued to bob up and down on my cock. "How can anything that feels this good be wrong," my son asked. At that point, I wasn't about to argue. I was almost ready to cum. "Stop that, Jeff! You shouldn't be doing this with me!" I protested, but my cock was giving away my true feelings. What Jeff was doing felt so very good, and the fact that my son was watching made me even hornier. Terry turned his face and started licking the side of my cock as Jeff sucked. I finally gave up protesting and went along for the ride. Finally I blew a load all over their faces. Jeff licked the cum from Terry's face, Terry from Jeff. I stood there shaking, dazed and confused. "Why don't you join us," asked Jeff. "Yea Dad, why don't you strip down and join us," added Terry. It hadn't taken much to win me over. I guess I was just willing, or ready, or deep down I must have really wanted it, because the words that came out of my mouth surprised me. "Why don't we go over to the house and do it where we can be more comfortable," I said. The two boys looked at each other, then at me, and started to gather their clothes together. Then the three of us, me with my cock hanging out of my pants, and them, naked with their clothes in hand, walked across the back yard and into the house. WELL? What do you think? Does this story have possibilities? Let me know what you think, where you think the story should go, and all that stuff. I'll write more if you want it! Suggestions to chipster071053@yahoo.com