Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2019 21:16:20 +0000
From: gymdad <gymdad@protonmail.com>
Subject: MANthology: Colin 1 (Section: gay incest)

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COLIN 1

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I was ready.  I headed out the door to the address in the email.  I was
cleaned out, horned up, and ready for a good time.  I had my harness and
all my supplies for a good time at a sex party.  You have to get on a
private list on DILFCHASR, an app for "daddies" and those that love them -
which mainly consists of boys under 25.  Not that I mind.  I like boys AND
daddies...  I'm like the Frosted Mini Wheats of sex.  I mean, I'm a hot
blooded gay dad myself.

These parties have always been fun.  I'd been going to them regularly for a
while now.  I don't have time for bars and it's a pain in the ass to set up
a sex party at your house.  People flake.  This is so much easier.
Everything is done for me.  Anyway, these parties are usually hosted in
someone's private home. Once it was at a huge mansion in the Hollywood
Hills -- some director's house -- with a massive infinity pool, jacuzzi and
tons of fun places to fuck.  You could go wild.  There were no limits and
frankly it was the most fun of all the parties.  You can't top a party
where everyone's so horned up you can try anything.

Colin was at his mom's place for the weekend.  She and I separated after I
came out when he was two.  That didn't go well but even twelve years later,
we remain civil for our son's benefit.  He was my everything.  I love him
more than I can describe and I'm proud that he's really turning into his
own man.  He's hot, confident, driven, cocky as all get out.  He'll be able
to get any guy he wants.  He's gay too and came out at 11.  He knew who he
was early on.  There isn't really the same kind of pressure to stay in the
closet as there was in the `90s when I came out.  But you can imagine his
mom's response to finding out here husband AND her son was gay.  She
resented us both and Colin hates being over at her place.  Joint custody
can be a bitch sometimes.

But this weekend I was a free man - free to go wild and have a good time.
I'm 45, fit, and in my prime.  Why wouldn't I want to have a good time?
I've still got all my hair.  My pecs cast shadows on my abs in the right
light and my hairy chest extends all the way down to my cock, which I have
to say, I'm proud of.  Not that it was any kind of `accomplishment'.  I
think it's just genetic.  But still.  I'm a show-er so it's still thick and
meaty when it's hanging down and I've got a good vein snaking its way down
to my foreskin (which I insisted we keep for Colin.  His mom wanted to
circumcise him but I absolutely put my foot down.  I kept my skin and
everyone in the Boudinot family is uncut.  Colin would be no exception.
Besides, she got to name him after her side of the family.  I got to keep
the head of his dick from getting chopped off.  Fair trade, as I see it)

I arrived at the address and I have to say, I was skeptical.  It seemed to
be an upstairs apartment.  It was over a theater and there was a
nondescript door with a button by it.  I pressed it and the door buzzed
open.  I went up the dark flight of stairs, a red light illuminating the
top.  You could hear the low thump of the music inside.

"Hey Jason" I said to the doorman.  He works for the app and is in charge
of setting these things up, choosing who gets to be on the list, sending
out the emails, working the door, etc...  By now, we know each other pretty
well.  We've even fucked on occasion.  Fun guy.  Fat cock.  Loves being
rimmed.

"Yo, Dax!" he said.  Yes, my name is Dax Boudinot.  Yes it sounds like a
porn name.  It's french.  "I was beginning to wonder if you'd come. It's
already pretty busy in there.  Good mix."

"Then sounds like I'll come a few times." I said with a wink.

"Knowing you, I'm sure you will." He laughed.  He scanned my ID and I
handed him the $40 door fee. I lowered my voice a bit as he was putting on
my wrist band.

"Who's place is this?"  I wasn't supposed to ask that question.  But Jason
leaned in slightly and lowered his voice.

"It's actually Judge Johnson's place, but he doesn't live here. I think
he's just got it for a place in the city."

"No shit?  A judge?"

"Ssshhh!"

"He's a member?"

"Yup. You'd be surprised who's a member."  He said as he waved me in
through the door with a wink.  "Have fun, buddy!"  I pushed through the
black plastic strips they hung up to obstruct your view through the
doorway.

There's something so exhilarating about entering a sex party.  Your eyes
have to adjust to the dim light and the humidity from all the sweaty sex
hits you like a tropical storm.  You can smell the cum, the sweat, the
poppers...  An unobtrusive beat thumps in the background and you can hear
the low hum of people chatting or being verbal with whomever they're
fucking.  You scan the room, looking at what the buffet has to offer.
Suddenly, everything is filled with possibilities and it's exciting.

Anything can happen.

The place actually looked like it could've been really nice before they
removed most of the furniture (save for some sofas and benches) to set up
for the party.  Not at all what I expected from an unassuming door next to
a theater.  The entry way was small but the apartment expanded way beyond
it.  I imagine it was probably the same size footprint as the theater below
it.  The dining room had been converted into clothes check and a bar area.
I stripped down to my harness and boots, letting my cock spring loose from
its jockstrap.  They put my clothes in a black trash bag with a numbered
clothes pin, which they wrote on my wristband.

I headed to the bar and got a red bull, then headed to find the bathroom.
I snaked my way around the main, front room, which I surmised was
originally the parlor of this 1920s apartment.  All the windows were
blacked out with plastic which trapped the thick air like a greenhouse.
The light was low and mostly came from a couple TVs on the wall playing
hardcore porn.  Tomas Brand was breeding some boy in a cabana on one, and
on the other, was something homemade video.  It was just a closeup of the
cock pounding in and out of the pale, lithe backside.  You couldn't see the
boy's face but he was clearly young.  But that's what this party caters to.

Patterns of light dance across the sweaty flesh and walls like an
underwater shine from some kind of lamp in the corner.  As it was just off
the bar, men mostly stood around in this room or relaxed after playing in
the deeper rooms.  Although a couple guys were on the sofas getting a
blowjob from some boy on his knees while they chatted like nothing was
going on.  And the far end was an archway with large drapes partially
obscuring it.  This was probably where more of the fun happened.

I figured the bathroom was down the hall.  As I explored, there were
clearly a variety of rooms.  One was pitch black.  Another had a
four-poster bed in the center of it, with guys all over it and more lining
the walls watching them fuck.  A few were further in, but I found at least
one of the bathrooms.

I ducked into it and locked the door.  The light had been fixed in the
"off" position and the room was lit by a few candles. A long counter
stretched back towards the sink and had hand towels rolled up, paper towels
in a basket, some supplies like disposable toothbrushes and combs.  Well
done, whoever set this up.  There was a separate toilet room and a large
glass 4-person shower.  "Maybe I'll get to use that tonight for some
waterspouts if the mood strikes" I thought.

I set my red bull down on the reached into my boot and pulled out a
pre-dosed syringe and squirted it into my drink.  Then I took out another
with TriMix and quickly stabbed it into the base of my cock.  It stung, but
years of capri-sun as a child taught me how to stab with accuracy.  I
rubbed the area, massaging it into my dick as I put them back into their
little cases and stuck them both back in the ankle of my boot and downed
the Red Bull.  With the G, the Red Bull really DID give you wings!  It was
like being at a circuit party.

I know, I know... say what you will.  But I don't go overboard.  This was
my weekend to go wild.  A dad needs that every now and then, y'know?

I stood for a minute looking at myself in the mirror.  The candle light was
supremely flattering as it contoured my every muscle.  I'd spent the better
part of the summer working on my core, isolating my seratus anterior and my
lower abs to form a prominent V.  The light cast shadows across them and I
felt a bit proud of the work I'd put in - all the hours spent at the gym.
Sometimes with Colin would come along.  He was a fit little rascal, like
his dad.  We enrolled him in wrestling and it seemed to mesh with his
personality as he's becoming more and more of a force of nature.  He was a
little clone of me and I couldn't help but feel like I won the genetic
wishbone, having more of my DNA in Colin than his mom's.  I absent-mindedly
reached down and stroked my now rock hard cock as I looked in the mirror.
The trimix works fast.  I'll be hard as a rock for hours and won't have to
worry about getting softer after cumming or while getting fucked.

"Let's go, tiger." I said to myself.  Tiger was what my dad called me as a
kid.

I unlocked the door and opened it to the hallway outside and ran,
dick-first into a boy coming in.  At first I was turned on but after a
second, I noticed who it was.

"COLIN!?!"  I was shocked.  I was dumbfounded.  As was he.

"DAD!  What the FUCK?"  He just stared at me, wide-eyed.

I pulled him quickly back into the bathroom and jolted the lock shut.
"What the HELL are you doing here?!"  He looked down at my raging hard-on.
The head was like a ripe plum and the foreskin back.  That vein was pulsing
with my heartbeat.

Colin looked caught and put his smart-ass front up.  "Um... looks like the
same thing YOU are."  I gave him that stern look I'd given him many times
before.  He dropped the defensive façade for a bit "... I got an
invitation, OK? I was INVITED here."

"Wait... you're on DILFCHASR?"

"Yeah, for a while now.  I applied to the list and got in like,
immediately."  There was no doubt he'd be in high demand, what with his
looks, his tight athletic body and, frankly, the dick he inherited.

"You have to be at least 18 to be on that app."

"You have to be 18 to be on a lot of things, dad.  But it's checkbox, not a
cop."  He dropped the smart-ass front again.  "It's how the internet
works." he said, with a little shrug.

"But... they scan your ID at the door.  How did they let you in?"  He
paused for a sec, clearly thinking through his response options before
letting out an exasperated puff.

"Fake ID." He said sheepishly.

"WHAT!?"  I caught myself.  I didn't want anyone outside to hear our
conversation if I yelled so I dropped my voice into that whisper-yell.
"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT?"

"From a friend at school.  Dad, it's not that big of a deal.  I know i
can't pass for 21 yet, so it only says I'm 18.  It's not like I can get
into bars or anything.  I'm not drinking, if that's what you're worried
about."

"You're FOURTEEN, young man!"

"Daaaaaad, come on!  Seriously.  I'm not a child anymore."

It's true.  He wasn't, really.  Sure, the law here in California the law
considered him a child, but if this were Italy he'd be of age.  And puberty
had hit him hard.  He put on an impressive amount of muscle in wrestling,
and working out.  He had hair on his cock and a tiny bit sprouting on his
chest, which he was desperately trying to cultivate.  "He'll look like me
in no time." I thought.  It's true.  He already had my eyes, my smile, and
a damn good physique.  He was sexy, there was no denying it.  I had noticed
it for a while but just channeled that into pride.  Even his hard cock was
impressive.  His hot, thick cock.  Hanging down like a hose and- "OH SHIT."
I thought.  What am I thinking!?.  "The G.  FUCK.  I'm feeling it." And at
the worst possible time.

"Come on, dad, please??  It's not like I don't know about sex.  You and I
have talked about it, like, a MILLION times.  And B T Dubs..." he said
sarcastically. "We DO have the internet. I've seen as much gay porn as you
have, probably."  I scowled at him.  It was true.  I had caught him
watching porn and stroking himself, and then went and did the same till I
shot a massive load.  I couldn't fault him for doing what I was doing too.
"And dad, I haven't been a virgin since I was, like, 11."  My scowled blew
up into shock like a balloon.  ELEVEN?

"WHAT!? WHO?"  Dammit, what dude got to my son?  Did a local daddy force
him to suck his cock or something?  Has he been getting fucked all this
time?  Where was I?  Even though my mind was flashing with images of Colin
getting fucked and sucking a cock, I was filled with temporary rage.

"Justin.  We've been fooling around since fifth grade."  He noticed my
expression soften a bit and I noticed his cock had gotten impressively
hard.  Phew.  It was his school friend.  "Just oral and hand jobs and shit.
Mostly watching porn and jacking off together."  I was calming down now.
His classmate I could accept.  I could picture all the times Justin was
over and their door was closed.  They were obviously fooling around.  I
suppose I knew all along and just ignored it.  I could picture them now;
two lean, fit boys fondling their way through puberty... shooting cum for
the first time.  Maybe tasting cum for the first time.  I should've been
there for him.  I should've guided him... taught him.  I felt a whole mix
of emotions.  But...

Damn I feel like I'm floating. I looked at myself and Colin in the mirror -
two versions of the same man, 31 years apart, standing there with hard
cocks and raging libidos.  My cock started to drip a little and I snapped
myself back down to earth.  This was dangerous.  He was becoming the same
kind of boy I look for on DILFCHASR.  And he has an account on there too.
Have I already seen him naked and hard in photos on there?  Did he put up
pics of him spreading his cheeks for daddy like so many boys on that site?
I haven't seen his asshole since he was 9.  Or... maybe I have and not
known it?

"Dad, you're taking this way too seriously.  I'm just here to have fun.
I'm here with Justin too.  He's...  I dunno, somewhere."

I took a breath.  "Wait here."  I said.  "DON'T leave."

I ran over to Jason at the door, standing at the top of the stairs in a
harness and hard-on as he was putting wristbands on two guys, clearly
checking me out.  "What's Colin doing here?"

Jason waved the two guys into the space and one of them paused a second,
scanning me before going in with a smile.

"Who?"  Jason asked.

I leaned in.  "My son."

"Oh." Jason didn't seem phased.

"He's just FOURTEEN." I whispered angrily at him.  Jason stood up and faced
me.

"Look, I'm sorry but I can't control whether or not a boy lies about his
age when signing up.  I'm sure he's not the only one, but he did accept the
terms and click that he was at least 18.  So this sounds like it's more a
problem between you and Conner."

"Colin."

"Whatever.  Dude. I'm sorry but what do you expect?  Look in there!"  He
parted the plastic strips for a sec.  "It's filled with daddies AND
BOYS. You know that. It's not your first party and I'm pretty sure you
don't ask everyone their age before you fuck them."  He paused for a sec,
considering something.  "Besides, Judge Johnson's in there with his son who
I'm pretty sure is probably Colin's classmate."  My jaw dropped.  Jason
looked at me.  "Yeah.  That's right.  The judge is in there probably
sliding his boy up and down his gavel.  He probably has him underneath the
bench in court sucking his cock while he presides.  I think you're safe,
man."  Jason softened his voice to something more sympathetic.  "Enjoy the
night.  Let him enjoy it too.  You're not the first guy this has happened
to, I'm sure."

I couldn't argue with that. I went inside back to the bathroom and stood
there, thinking, looking at my son who had hoisted himself up onto the
counter.  He sat with his hard cock sticking up against his tight, teen
abs, and the way he was gripping the counter's edge made his triceps pop.
He looked at me, almost pleading.

My head was spinning.  I was feeling flush.  The G was working and I was so
horned up I wanted this to be over and to go out and fuck.

"Colin, I think you should go home."  I said.  His defenses immediately
went up.  I crossed my arms, causing my pecs to bulge under the harness and
my guns to pop.

"Oh no - dad, it was like a $30 Uber ride here AND I paid the $40 cover.
That's $70 I spent on tonight.  I'd been saving up for this."  I felt bad
at that.  He paused and defiantly said "Why don't you go home?"

"I can't go home. This cock is gonna stay hard for 4 hours and I can't
drive with G in my syst...em... "  Oh fuck.

Colin looked at me.  I was caught like a fucker.  We'd talked about sex but
I always told him to stay off drugs. Now here I was, like a hypocrite.  He
raised an eyebrow, and cocked his head giving me that "bitch please" look.
"Seriously?"

"We'll talk about this at home."

"Hmmm..."  He stared at me dead in the eyes.  "Or maybe I'll talk to mom
about it."

This was it.  Stalemate.  He was a gutsy little fucker, I'll give you that.
But then again, he got that from me, so I can't be mad, can I.  He's only
doing what I did at that age, only now we have apps and the internet.  But
I wasn't comfortable with him at this sex party.  Men I don't know.  What
if they force him to do something he's not ready for?  He's gonna have to
beat them off with a stick.  Fuck I just got a vision of him beating them
off and a pearl of pre-cum rolled off my piss slit and down the underside
of my shaft.  I caught Colin looking at it.  He looked back up at me with
an expression that said "well?  What'll it be?"

"Fine.  But I'm gonna make sure you are safe, OK?  Not everyone is a decent
person here.  You gotta know your way around it."

Excitedly he bounced off the counter. "OMG deal!"  He threw his arms around
me and pressed up against my naked body.  I felt our cocks press against
eachother and his smooth boyish skin slide against mine.  Fuck.  This is
turning me on but it shouldn't.  This whole situation shouldn't be
happening.  I felt my heart quicken with nerves.  "Thanks dad!" he said
sweetly before letting go.

Was this really going to happen?  Was I going to shepherd my boy through a
sex party?  And THIS sex party?  Was he really into daddies?  Did I miss
those signs?  The porn I caught him watching...  All those times he
complimented me on my physique or said he wanted to be just like me.  My
brain flashed through all those halloweens, science fairs, helping him with
math...  all the wrestling matches, buying him his first jock strap, when
he came out...  He was slipping away into manhood.  He'd be gone soon.  I
resolved to appreciate him even more now that I caught a sense of the
finality of it.  I put my hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in
the eye.

"OK, Colin, now first things first.  It's probably not a good idea to call
me `dad'.  Even here. You can call me `daddy', or `sir' but not `dad', ok?
Let's not broadcast what's going on here. I mean, I can probably get away
with calling you `my boy' or `son' but you can't.  It's just how that
works.  Second, you're gonna stick close to me.  I'm not letting you just
wander around here.  Something could happen.  Yeah we're here to fuck but
that doesn't mean you should trust ANYone.  And third, never EVER do
anything you don't want to do.  Don't let anyone force you into anything.
I'll be there but I need you to let me know what you're comfortable with or
not comfortable with, OK?"

"I'm pretty sure I can Headlock Takedown, like, NINTEY percent of the guys
here... Plus I've been here for, like, 20 minutes already."

I have to admit, I felt proud of my son.  I felt closer to him.  I could
see myself in him even more.  He was becoming a force of nature.  He'll be
unstoppable.  I ruffled his hair and he laughed like he did when he was a
child.  Damn.  He's not a child anymore.

I paused.  "... Are... are we ready for this?"  That was a sincere
question.  Were we?  Was I?

Colin perked up, took my hand and unlocked the bathroom door.  He opened it
and stepped out, looking back at me as if to say "well?".  The guys waiting
to use the restroom gave us angry looks as they probably thought we were in
there, fucking, and they needed to piss.  Normally I'd just let someone
piss while I'm fucking a boy - and maybe even ON the boy, but I scowled at
them and they backed down silently.

We walked out into the main area. All around us were naked men and naked
boys, some hanging out, some feeling each other up, some fucking...  I saw
a few guys eyeing Colin up and down, like he was lunch.  I stood behind my
son with my hands on his shoulders, staring out at the men letting the
alpha take charge and assert myself before any of them came over.  His
shoulders felt strong and tight and I could feel the tip of my cock
brushing up against the small of his back, smearing precum above his ass
crack.  I lingered a bit, enjoying the feeling; succumbing to the effects
of the G.  I was letting go.

Anything could happen.

"Let's get the lay of the land first.  I haven't explored the whole place
and I like to get a sense of what's where."

"That's legit."  We walked back out and down the hallway past the bathroom.
"There's the dark room.  You can't see shit.  And there's a bed in this
room but don't try, there's no space on it.  But some hot guys are fucking
on it sometimes.  And there's lots of guys lining the wall if you want to
suck them."  We continued further back to the rooms I didn't explore yet.
This place was much bigger than I expected.  "There's another few rooms
here.  This one's the chill out room."  He gestured to a large-ish room
with bean bags and softer music.  Boys were draped here and there, tired or
high.  You could smell pot. And a few daddies were sat comfortably in the
bean bags with a boy on their lap, just relaxing.  They seemed in heaven
and I wondered if their cocks were up their asses.  One of them gave the
boy a sip of gatorade.  I side eyed that one.  "That door in the back is
locked.  No idea what's there."  We continued onwards.

"This room has bondage shit in it."  I looked in.  There was a cross, a
fuck bench with restraints, a hanging table with a daddy on it being fisted
by some late teen dude, and some bars you could tie someone to.  There was
a boy in one of them with clothespins on his nipples getting flogged.
Colin saw me peer around.  I was surprised... they brought all that stuff
in here just for the party?  It looks like it's always been here.  Colin
was already turned to leave but said "I mean... unless you're into that,
da... um... sir."  I looked down at him with a devilish look but decided
not to got that far tonight.

"Let's avoid that room tonight." I said, not really answering his question.
Colin turned and went back down the hall.  I watched his ass move and
bounce - the same ass I'd watch in his singlet during matches.  And
whenever it rode up and into the crack of his ass, displaying two perfect
globes, I'd invariably adjust myself.  I always told myself that was
admiration.

Weaving our way back into the main parlor, Colin and I got tons of stares.
Some hands reached out and brushed against our asses or arms in that meek
request for approval.  We brushed them away for now.  Some of them were hot
and I'd pound the fuck outta a couple of those little cock sluts.  I felt a
hand on my lower back.  It was Colin's.  "The real action is through here."
he said, gesturing to the curtained off area.  His hand slid absentmindedly
to my ass as he ushered me in.  I can't believe my SON was showing me
around a SEX PARTY.  This is complete role reversal.

Through the curtains, you could smell the sex.  The room was HUGE and open,
like a few rooms were combined into one.  It was a bit darker but not
black.  Like the other room, sofas lined some of the walls, and even formed
an island in the middle where a few boys were on their knees, grasping at
the back of the sofa with their asses out.  One was getting his hole
rimmed, while the other was being pounded by a big guy I've seen here
before.

All around us, men and boys were fucking.  You could hear grunts and moans
of all kinds.  There were fuck benches and slings scattered around with
boys and men draped over them getting fucked or rimmed or sucking
indiscriminate cock.  The sexual energy was electrifying and I felt my
heart beat like crazy.  My mouth was watering and I'm sure my cock was
dripping a string of pre cum.  I reached down for it and sure enough.  I
wiped it up and brought my hand to my mouth, tasting it.  I love pre cum.

We wove our way through, passing a really hot silver daddy with two boys on
their knees worshiping his cock.  It was straining at his cock ring and his
nipples were pierced.  He reached out and stopped us both, brushing a hand
across Colin's chest and down to his cock.  He grabbed it and looked at me
for approval.  I looked at Colin who smiled back at the man and cocked his
head slightly with an expression that I couldn't describe.  We were all
having a silent conversation but he got the gist of it and knew Colin had
said "find me later."  He pinched my nipple and shot me a wry smile as we
passed.  Yeah.  We'll be seeing him later, I'm sure.

There were men everywhere, hands sliding up and down, fingers finding
tender holes, mouths on mouths on nipples on cocks.  Occasionally you could
hear the grunt of a man shooting his load like a roar in the forest around
you.  There were a few boys about mid 20s who were obviously experts, and
were on their backs with wide, dripping holes taking any cock that came
their way, or came in them.  I flagged them for later too.

Shoulders brushed up against us and men stared and circled like sharks as
we passed.  I put my arm around my son to keep him close and keep him safe.
My hand dropped down to his firm, round ass.  It filled my hand like a
soccer ball and I fought back the voice that said "don't".  We were way
past that now.  We were exploring a closeness neither of us knew we would
find, but felt so...  so right.  I caressed it a bit and my ring finger
fell lightly into the crack of his ass.  Colin didn't react.  He was too
busy taking in the scene and I was enjoying the G the was making me feel so
good... so uninhibited.  I felt so comfortable and happy.

I could tell my son was so excited.  He was like a dog trying to catch 100
tennis balls all at once.  I don't think he knew where to start.

"Let's head over there." I pointed to a free space on a sofa towards the
wall.  We pushed our way through the wet meat and took a seat on the sofa.
Leather.  Smart.  That wipes clean, easily.  And it's not vinyl.  `Judge
Johnson sprang some money for this.' I thought.

I put my arm around my son and leaned into his ear.  "You OK?"  he just
nodded, scanning around the room practically salivating.  Yup.  That's my
boy.  He's a cock slut just like his dad.  I kissed his temple and turned
to watch the spectacle.  My dropped down to his pec as he leaned into me
slightly.  "What looks good to you?" I asked.

"All of it.  It's like the porn I watch."  He was transfixed and raging
hard.  I looked down and he was stroking his cock with his right hand,
coaxing a stream of his own pre cum out, using it as lube.  His left hand
was on my thigh.

A hot young man came up to me.  He was tight like a swimmer and looked
about 22.  Dark hair.  Decent cock.  Nipples like quarters and an ass that
curved in on the sides.  He looked me in the eye and I cocked an eyebrow
and gestured with my chin to my cock.  He licked his lips and got down on
his knees as I opened my legs a bit wider.  This pushed Colin's hand higher
up my thigh until his finger was grazing the side of my balls.  His hand
was so close to my cock and he didn't care.  Or didn't want to move it.
Was he feeling what I was feeling?  Or was he just hypnotized by the
sensory overload in front of him.  Either way, I was turned on by the fact
that his hand was so close to my cock.

The boy edged his knees closer into my groin and took my hard on in his
hand with a few strokes up and down.  He squeezed a bit, causing a sizable
pearl of precum to form at my piss slit and slide down the length of my
cock.  He stuck out his tongue and caught it, bringing his tongue slowly up
the front of my shaft, savoring all my juice before cupping his lips over
the plump head.

He looked up at me and I put my free hand on his head and slowly pushed him
down onto my cock until he bottomed out.  I was testing how far he could go
and he took it all.  This is clearly not his first time.  He pulled slowly
back up, coating my whole shaft with saliva to slick it up before bobbing
up and down slowly on it.

I leaned over to Colin.  "You said you've sucked cock before...  So I don't
know how good you are at it, but watch him.  He teased my cock a bit before
diving onto it..."  oooh fuck that felt good.  I pulled my son closer to me
and turned my head towards him so he could hear me as the boy worshipped my
cock.  He was focused on pleasing me and it was working.  "Can you take the
whole shaft like that without gagging?  It's OK if you can't."

"I mean... sometimes I gag, I guess."  I gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"That's OK.  With practice, you'll -- ooooh -- get better.  Just remember
to breath through your nose."  Colin was staring at how the boy ran his
mouth along my shaft, using his hand to follow up and down.  I caught my
son licking his lips.

The boy began to flick his tongue back and forth quickly across my shaft as
he rose up it slowly.  I moaned with pleasure.  "Fuck yeah."  I leaned back
into Colin.  "He's running his tongue back and -- oooh fuck..  mmmm.... --
back and forth along the shaft as he sucks.  It feels so fucking good."
The boy caught that and looked up at us both.  He smiled as best he could
with my thick tool in his mouth and paused at the head.  He began to swirl
his tongue around it, circling it.  A wave of pleasure shot through me and
I squeeze my son hard as my head tilted back.  "OH FUCK YEAH!"

"What?" Colin asked.  "What's he doing?"

I came back to earth and pulled the boy off my cock.  I gently lifted his
chin with my knuckle and moved his head over to my right.  "Go on.  Show
the boy your moves, cock sucker.  Impress me."  The boy obliged with a wry
smile that belied his acceptance of the challenge and raised his ass back
up in the air, on hands and knees and crawled between my son's legs.  Colin
spread for him as the guy grabbed his balls lightly, circling his fingers
around the sack like a ball stretcher.  He was staring intently into his
eyes as he squeezed ever so slightly, gauging Colin's reaction.  He tugged
gently and my son winced.  The guy found his limit and brought his balls up
to his mouth.  He stretched his lips wide like a snake and swallowed them
into his mouth.

Colin leaned back.  "Oh fuck."

"Yeah." I moaned, stroking my own meat - my right hand still draped around
my son. My boy was about to get one hell of a blowjob.  I mean... I could
do better, but this kid was no slouch.  "suck those balls, kid. Use your
tongue on them."

He obviously obliged, as Colin moaned.  The guy popped my son's balls out
of his mouth and grasped his cock, replacing Colin's hand on the shaft.  My
son was pre cumming just like me and the guy ran his tongue in a zig-zag
motion slowly up his shaft, licking every last drop of it.  Colin had been
leaking and he coated his entire cock with it so the guy had a full taste
before he pulled off, licked his lips, looked back at me and opened wide,
sinking his entire mouth onto my son's cock in one move. He was showing me
just what he could do with this challenge.

Once at the base of Colin's cock, he clamped his lips around it and slowly
pulled back up.  It was already slick.  He moved his hand to grasp the dick
by the base, under the balls, letting it drape across his palm. I saw him
slowly massage them with his pinky as he started to slowly rise and fall on
my boy's young meat.

Colin leaned harder into me, lost in the feeling.  "Ooooohhh....
Daaaaamn...."

I leaned in close and softly spoke into his ear. "Yeah?  You like how that
feels, son?"

"Oh fuck yeah, da..." he caught himself, pulling himself out of the
delirium.  "...deee."  I kissed his cheek and my hand slid down to cup his
pec as I stroked my own cock watching my boy get sucked.  My fingers found
their way to his nipple and I absent mindedly took hold of it, rolling it
between my fingers.  "oooohhh...." he was lost again in the pleasure.
Suddenly his eyes shot open as the guy rose up his shaft.  "OH FUCK".

I smiled and nodded, knowing exactly what was going on.  Colin was grasping
my thigh and my hand would touch his as I stroked up and down.  The scene
before me was so fucking hot that I had to let go for fear of shooting
right then and there.  But I don't want to waste the cum.  It goes in
someone's mouth, or someone's ass.  Not on the floor.

I leaned in close and placed my left hand on Colin's thigh as I pinched his
nipple.  I brought my lips up to my son's ear.  "Did Justin ever do that?"
Colin kept his eyes closed and deliriously shook his head.  "Try it on
him."  My lips were brushing agains my boy's ear, tenderly.  "Surprise him.
Be the better cock sucker."  I felt him smile and I turned back to watch
the guy pleasure my son.  I leaned against him, cheek to cheek, with pride
and happiness that he was getting to experience this.  Colin was breathing
heavily.  I knew he was getting close to the edge so I hurried things
along.

"Work his head." I told the guy.  "Use your tongue."  And he did.  With
this lips clamped firmly around his cock, he began to swirl his tongue
around the head of his cock.  Colin winced and shot his head back.  "OH
FUCK.  Goddamn!"  His left hand shot off my thigh as if he felt like he was
falling and planted his hand right on the furry base of my cock.  Without
thinking I ran my hand closer up to his balls, up his belly to his chest
and grabbed his other nipple.  I began to twist them a bit harder and I
could tell he was about to shoot.  His breath became more rapid and shallow
and I could feel him grasp my pubic hair in his fist.  His eyes shot open
and stared right at me as he shot his load.  "OH FUCK!  I'm cumming!
FUUUUCK!"

"Yeah, that's it. Shoot your load down his mouth."

I pulled back to watch and saw his shaft pulse seven times into the guy's
mouth.  Some of it leaked out the corners of his mouth so it must've been a
massive load.  `That's my boy!' I thought.  Finally when it was done
spurting and Colin relaxed, he released my bush and brought his hand back
to himself.  I leaned back my way, sitting up and grabbed my leaking cock.

The guy got up and moved towards Colin, planting a kiss on his open mouth.
They locked and I could tell he was sharing the load back and forth as my
son's tongue explored the cum-filled mouth.  It was so hot, I almost shot
my load.  Then suddenly, the guy moved over to me and did the same.  He
came up to my mouth and dove in, shoving his tongue into my moe.  I
automatically did the same and I could taste Colin's cum as he swirled it
around my tongue.  I swallowed what I could.  I clamped down on the back of
the guy's head pulling him into me harder.  The taste of cum makes me an
animal and I cannot take responsibility for my actions.  I'm like a shark
in a frenzy.

The guy pulled back and I licked my lips.  "Good boy." I said to him.  He
smiled and wiped his mouth.

I had tasted my son's cum for the first time.  Something told me it
wouldn't be the last.  The night was young.  And so was he.

** to be continued **