Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2023 02:10:50 -0700
From: Chris Oreilly <beighly79@gmail.com>
Subject: Micah pt 3

Codes: 	Mb, D/s, bg, exhib, inc, ws, mast

Micah
Ernesto
Chapter 3

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This series is a work of fiction. It involves stories of sexual contact
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by The Terror that Faps in the Night


After giving dad the green light to have his boyfriend over to spend the
night, I headed upstairs and pretended to go to bed. The reality is that I
had every intention of meeting Ernesto tonight. It was Friday night, after
all, and I wanted to make the most of my weekend before Sunday night came
and I had to head back to the prison that was mom's house. I figured that
dad would make a mixed drink for himself and Ernesto before heading to
bed. So my plan was to let Ernesto get settled for a few minutes before
heading down on some sort of pretext.

The layout of the house was working in my favor here. I figured that dad
and Ernesto would start to get it on in the living room or den because,
ironically enough, that was where they would have the most privacy. My
bedroom was upstairs, directly across from dad's Master suite. If they
tried to have sexy time there, they would have to be very quiet. On the
other hand, the den was downstairs, all the way on the other side of the
house. So long as I stayed in my room, they would have maximal privacy in
the den, whereas if they came to dad's room, they would have to stay fairly
quiet. From what dad had told me about Ernesto, I didn't figure that
staying quiet would be his preference. So I was about 95% sure that they
would do the deed in the den. I would have to time it just right to walk in
on them, but that was the goal.

I thought that I could time it just right because I would know exactly when
Ernesto arrived. My bedroom was directly over the garage, on the side of
the house that faced the street. It was a fairly large bedroom in its own
right, with my own en suite bathroom and everything, but what distinguished
it from the Master suite is that it faced the street and didn't have its
own porch. So my view wasn't anywhere near as good as dad's. His room had a
porch that overlooked the pool and hottub, whereas my view was of the
driveway. Normally, that's not the preferred view, but it's very good for
knowing if someone is arriving, so I sat in the lounge chair next to the
window and awaited Ernesto's arrival.

I had seen pictures of Ernesto and dad had told me a little bit about him,
but I had never met him. I knew enough to know that I desperately wanted to
meet him, though. He was in his late twenties, with an athletic build that
he had earned by many years of playing soccer. His face had sharply
chiseled features and and a jawline that didn't stop. His most prominent
features, though, were his eyes. He had a beautiful hazel color to his
eyes, and eyelashes that just didn't stop. What can I say? Dad appears to
be much like me: a sucker for a pretty face. Not that his body wasn't a
sight in itself. I had only seen pictures of him shirtless at dad's pool,
but what I had seen was amazing. Sharply defined muscles covered his torso,
accentuated by what appeared to be an eight pack on his stomach. He even
had those breathtaking lines that point like arrows towards his dick. And
his skin? A gorgeous creamy chocolate color that I honestly preferred
because it stood in contrast to my creamier complexion. Ernesto had
emigrated here from Mexico - Oaxaca, I think - so we didn't share a
nationality (Mom is Guatemalan, remember), but we both had Hispanic
ethnicity, though he was more to the darker side that I found so
alluring. I practically drooled over the photos I had seen. And what's
more, though I had never seen the evidence, dad assured me that Ernesto was
packing. He had at least eight inches of uncut pipe to lay, with fairly
nice girth as well, at least if dad was to be believed. I had never seen an
uncut cock in person. Unlike most Hispanic guys, I was circumcised because
mom had insisted when I was born.

I'm not sure how dad managed to land such a catch. Don't get me wrong, dad
is decent looking. He certainly makes the most of what he has and he stays
fit. No one would call him an ugly man, for sure, but it was also no secret
that I got my looks from my mom. I don't know exactly who to compare him
to. But he doesn't necessarily look like he belongs in a swimsuit
catalog. He was mid to late thirties by this point, so there was about a
ten year age gap. I don't know where they met or how, but I just assumed
that Ernesto was attracted to my dad's personality (and maybe a bit to his
wallet) cause he was way out of dad's league, if I'm just being honest.

While I waited for Ernesto to arrive, I surfed the web on my new
phone. Nothing too extreme. I had just worked two loads out and I wasn't
that horny just now, at least, not any more horny than usual. Granted, a
(nearly) thirteen year old is always somewhat horny. But, I was just at my
baseline horniness: enough to plot and plan future activities, but not
enough to want to relieve the tension just yet. So I wasn't browsing porn
sites; instead, I was browsing for things to do in the Palm Springs
area. If I played my cards right I would be fucking Ernesto before the
weekend was out.

Not to get ahead of myself, but I just want to prepare you that my plan to
catch dad and Ernesto in the act was doomed to failure...tonight at
least. (I still had a lot of fun though, as you will see). My timing was
just off. I heard Ernesto's car pull up and I waited excited on my bed for
the time period that I had assumed would be necessary. Before Ernesto
arrived, I had decided that ten minutes would make the perfect time. I
probably should have made it twenty or even thirty, and then my plan may
have worked out perfectly. Still, how it worked out was probably better
anyway.

I waited the ten minutes after Ernesto arrived and then I slowly made my
way out of my room into the hallway. Keep in mind that I was still naked
because I hadn't bothered to get dressed after my earlier activities with
dad. So I wanted to make sure that my dick was not erect, but at least
slightly chubbed because if I was going to just walk out into the common
areas butt naked, I at least wanted to make sure that my dick made the best
possible impression. By this time in my life, I could extend to about 4
inches or so erect, but I could chub to the point where I looked like I was
soft and about 2.5 or 3 inches soft. So I was making little tugging
movements on my dick to get it chubbed just perfectly. That made my walk
out to the common areas painfully slow. But keep in mind that I was also
nervous. I had never exposed my fully naked body to a stranger before, and
by the time I got to the top of the stairs and prepared to descend, my
heart was racing. I almost turned back, in fact. I did start to turn back,
having second thoughts, and took about three steps back towards my
room. But I stopped myself and said to myself, "No! We are doing this!" So
I turned back around and stood at the top of the stairs, where I paused for
a few seconds to give myself a pep talk. "This is your home. We are on your
turf. Nothing is weird here. Just a kid going to get some juice in his own
home. Act normal. Act confident. Don't act weird." Then I began my descent
down the stairs. I was past the point of no return

When I got about two thirds of the way down, I noticed two sets of
feet. They were facing each other and dad and Ernesto seemed to be locked
in an embrace by the front door. Probably kissing, though I couldn't see
their faces to be sure. I thought to myself, "Oh they haven't even worked
their way to the kitchen yet. My timing is off." But in a way, that timing
failure took the pressure off me. Suddenly a deep calm settled over me, and
as I finished my descent I confidently said, "Oh, hey! You must Ernesto?" I
walked over to them and extended my hand.

Ernesto looked over at me and his eyes got wide. Dad, startled by hearing
my voice unexpectedly broke his embrace and turned to face me. A quiet
chaos was ensuing. I must have been a sight to behold: a naked (almost)
thirteen year old in the presence of two clothed adult men, one of whom is
a stranger and one of whom was his own father. Ernesto still had this
befuddled look on his face, like he didn't really know what to make of
this, and dad looked completely shell shocked. Still, Ernesto gathered
enough presence of mind to extend his hand to meet my outstretched hand and
shake it, though it wasn't as confident of a handshake as I had been led to
believe. "Oh, yes! Um. Yeah. I'm Ernesto. Pleased to meet you. You must be
Micah." His Spanish accent was adorable! Why hadn't dad told me about that?
"Un placer!" ["a pleasaure"] I responded and put my arm across my belly and
made the slightest bow.

"Ummm. Why are you up, buddy? I thought you went to bed over an hour ago?"
dad asked me quizzically.

"Oh. Yeah. I just needed some juice, and I didn't realize Ernesto was here
yet. Do you mind?" I asked and pointed to the kitchen.

"Help yourself," dad responded nervously. So I turned and walked over to
the kitchen, slightly swaying my hips as I walked to display my ass in the
best possible way. I was proud of my ass. It was my best feature. "Pert"
would be putting it mildly. I was a pretty skinny young guy, all but my
ass. It was a perfectly formed bubble ass that seemed to defy gravity. I
strutted into the kitchen and dad and Ernesto followed a few paces
behind. I couldn't see where Ernesto was looking, but I could almost feel
his eyes fixating on my ass. Or maybe it was just my imagination. At any
rate, I liked to think that he was staring at my backside, even if I
couldn't prove it.

I grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and poured myself a glass of fresh
orange juice. Then I turned around to face the two stunned men, while I
slowly sipped it. I glanced down at my dick to make sure it was
presentable, and seeing that it was I proceeded to make small talk. "I was
thinking," I began, "that I'd like to have pancakes in the morning? Do you
think you could make them for me, dad?"

He didn't answer. There was silence for a few moments before he broke
it. "Umm, I'm sorry. What did you just ask me?"

"Pancakes. Do you think you could make pancakes?"

"Oh. Yeah. Breakfast.... I don't see why not."

"Good. And then I was thinking that you and Ernesto would probably like a
little bit of time together without me. Plus, I need to make friends in the
area since the school won't let me join the school clubs until I enroll. So
I was thinking that maybe you could drop me off at `Salud!' for a few
hours..." and here I realized that dad might not know what Salud! was,
especially since I didn't know either until I browsed it a few minutes
earlier. So I clarified, "It's like a social and activity group for
Hispanic youth." Dad still looked perplexed. "So I could do that in the
afternoon for a few hours and give you and Ernesto some alone time to go
shopping or whatever. Then I was thinking bumper cars, maybe?" I paused to
let dad respond.

"Oh. Umm. Yeah. That all sounds good." I couldn't help but notice that dad
looked embarrassed by my state of undress whereas Ernesto looked pretty
comfortable by this point. I think the shock was wearing off, and I noticed
that he kept stealing glances at my dick. I downed the rest of my orange
juice, placed the empty cup on the counter, and then kind of stretched a
little with my left arm and with my right hand I scratched my balls like I
was some sort of nudist baseball player. Then I yawned. The goal was to
look natural and at ease, like I was just very relaxed. But honestly, I had
choreographed this move in advance before I had walked down. I was trying
my very best to just appear like this was all perfectly normal.

"Well, I think I'm going to turn in now. I'm tired," I said, and then I
gave them a little wave and started slowly down the hallway back towards
the stairwell.

But then I had an idea. The house had a mother-in-law unit attached to the
main house which was located fairly close to the stairwell, and the bedroom
of the unit was just on the other side of the den. So they would assume
that I had gone to bed and couldn't hear them, but I would be able to hear
them, presuming that they went to the den. I still hadn't given up entirely
on the idea that I might get to hear them fuck. So I quickly slipped into
the attached unit and made my way back to the bedroom. I laid on top of the
bed quietly and just listened.

I didn't have to wait long. It was only about three or four minutes until I
heard their voices in the den. If I strained my ears and kept very quiet, I
could hear every word. I didn't get to hear them fuck, though. At least,
not yet. Instead, they just had a conversation, like a perfectly normal
couple. The topic of discussion? Naturally enough, it was me.

"Mmmm. Nathaniel. This is really good. Did you use the whiskey we brought
back from Ireland?" Ernesto said. It sounded like they were sitting down in
the den. And sure enough, dad had made a couple mixed drinks. I knew
it. Dad always had a nightcap before bed.

"No, it's the scotch," dad responded.

"Oh I should have known," Ernesto shot back. Then there were a few moments
of silence. "Well, I gotta say, it was nice to meet your son."

Dad chuckled nervously. "Oh. Yeah. About that. I'm so sorry, Ernesto. He
told me he was going to bed. I didn't think he would get up. I thought he
was fast asleep."

Ernesto chuckled good naturedly. "No big deal. I knew I would meet him at
some point. I just figured when I met him he would be a little more
... dressed."

Dad didn't respond. I think he was still a little stunned. He definitely
wasn't expecting me to make this move.

Ernesto continued, as if trying to press dad for some sort of
explanation. "He's not shy, that one, huh?"

Dad fumbled over some words, before getting his thoughts together. "Well,
honestly, Ernesto, he's been curious about sex and bodies recently. So I
told him that I am mostly a nudist and that you are too. And he's been
mostly going without clothes around the house for a little while. I even
put up that sign that you asked me to make. I want him to be comfortable
with his body. But, I dunno. I guess I just figured he would show a little
better judgment than to just prance around like that without discussing
comfort levels with us first." Here dad paused.

"Look, it's not a big deal, Nathaniel." Ernesto tried to cover it over. "We
are completely used to seeing naked men. It was just unexpected is all, but
it didn't offend me. It's good that he is that comfortable with his body."
He paused for a second, and when dad didn't say anything during the short
lull, Ernesto kept going. "So...ummm...you weren't kidding, babe. He's
insanely good looking. Gorgeous, in fact. He's going to be a real
heartbreaker, that one."

Dad seemed to start to get more comfortable, and I could hear the
nervousness leave his voice. I think all his anxiety was stemming from the
fact that he was worried what Ernesto would think of my behavior. And when
he saw that Ernesto was ok with it, then dad was fine.

"Yeah, he's already broken one girl's heart, that he told me about at
least. There might be more for all I know. From what I hear, the girls
really like him."

When dad said this, Ernesto snorted in laughter. "I'm thinking more about
the guys, Nathaniel. Your son is gay."

Dad pretended that my attraction to guys was news to him, for what reason I
can only imagine. "You think so? He hasn't really talked about any guys."

"Oh, I KNOW so. He's as gay as you are, babe."

"Really?" dad feigned again. "What makes you think so?"

"No straight guy is going to walk the way he walked, babe. He was chubbed
just now when he was talking to us. He was moving his body seductively..."
then, perhaps fearing that he had let on to too much interest in a (nearly)
thirteen year old's nubile body, he added, "Plus, that club he wants to go
to, Salud!, he didn't tell you the whole truth. It is a club for Hispanic
young men. But that's not the whole truth. It's a club for GAY Hispanic
young men."

"Oh," was all dad had to say. Another long pause. Then, "What should we
do?"

"Just take him. My parents weren't supportive of me, and I know yours
weren't of you. The best thing we can do is just be supportive. I know you
don't want your wife to think that you turned him gay, but his sexual
orientation just is what it is. Your ex will just have to get over
herself. Plus, who cares if she blames you? Do you really care what she
thinks?"

Dad thought on this. Honestly, the rest of the conversation was just
typical boring couple stuff. They stopped talking about me for the most
part. Then Ernesto announced that he was tired and wanted to nut before
going to sleep. "Let's go up to your room." He said.

"Micah is a light sleeper. He might hear us if we go to our bed, cause his
room is right across the way," dad responded hesitantly.

But Ernesto wasn't having it. "And?" he asked. "What's he going to learn?
That you like taking it up the ass? I'm pretty sure he already knows."

So defeated, dad gave in and a few moments later I heard them walking by
the unit and ascending the stairs. "Damn!" I thought. I was glad I had
heard their conversation, but seriously, my planning was just not working
out tonight. To hear the good stuff, I needed to be in my room, exactly
where I would have been had I not called the audible and decided to listen
in to their conversation. I waited a couple minutes, then slowly made my
way up to my bedroom, trying to be as quiet as I could. In the end, it
didn't matter. By the time I got to the hallway outside their door, I heard
vigorous slapping noises coming from dad's room. Dad was getting his ass
slapped, and not gently. "That's gonna leave a mark" I thought to myself,
but then I also realized that no one was going to hear small creaking
sounds from the floorboards with all the noise coming from the room. I
opened my door, entered my room, and got under the covers, listening to dad
fuck while I started stroking my own meat to the sounds.

It suffices to say that Ernesto made no attempt to be quiet. He was
roughing dad up and clearly enjoying himself without a care in the world if
I heard. No, strike that. I'm pretty sure he wanted to be heard. He was
practically screaming.  "YOU LIKE THAT FAT COCK, BITCH?" "SLURP ON IT,
FAGGOT!" And so on. There was a lot of grunting. A lot of name-calling. And
a lot of slapping. More than once I heard something that sounded like
something hitting the headboard. I hoped it wasn't my dad's head. But I
couldn't be sure. After awhile, Ernesto announced, "YOU'RE GONNA TAKE THIS
COCK WITHOUT LUBE YOU FAGGOT WHORE!" Followed soon thereafter by my dad
squealing in pain and Ernesto grunting loudly multiple times. A couple
minutes passed, then I heard Ernesto begin to climax: "I'M GONNA NUT IN
YOUR SLUT ASS. TAKE MY LOAD, BITCH!" As he released his load, Ernesto
screamed in pleasure at the absolute top of his voice. After his climax, I
continued to hear muffled sounds, but they quieted down enough that I
couldn't make out what was happening anymore. I kinda hoped that somewhere
in that time that dad got off, but honestly, the thought that he might not
get off at all kind of excited me. When the room went still, I figured it
was over and I decided to close my eyes and at some point I fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning fairly early. I've always been an early riser,
but my dad is kind of a night owl. I rolled out of bed and walked
downstairs, again fully in the nude. I had decided that I was going to be a
full-time nudist, at least at dad's house. And if dad and Ernesto didn't
want to join in, then whatever. I wasn't going to be self-conscious about
myself. So I didn't really do any prep work to make myself look any kind of
way. I didn't chub myself up or anything. Of course, I had morning wood,
but I've always been able to control it. I figured that erections were
natural and they would surely happen from time to time, but I wanted to set
the tone that nudity is just something that happens in my house, and it's
not always sexual. So I talked my morning wood down on the walk to the
kitchen.

I thought I would be the only one awake at this hour. It was about
six-thirty in the morning, after all.. And I knew that dad wouldn't be up
for at least another hour and a half. But I was surprised to see Ernesto
already up, in his robe, enjoying a cup of coffee. I walked over to the
cabinet and poured myself a cup of juice, then sat down at the counter on
one of the barstools. Ernesto was standing up at the end of the counter,
directly to my left.

"Good morning," I grunted.

"Good morning, kid." he responded, then added a little more cream to his
coffee and gently stirred it in.

"You've got a long time before dad gets up, you know?" I told him, trying
to make some small talk.

"Oh, trust me, I know" he laughed. "This isn't my first time staying
over. I'm here most nights, except the weekends, which is your time."

I grabbed a muffin from the bread bowl and started picking on it, as was my
custom.

"Yeah. I know. Dad told me." I said. Then I chewed. Again with the
silence. God! This conversation was going no where fast. "You don't have
to, you know? Stay away when I'm here, I mean. I'm old enough to know that
my parents are going to date. It's cool."

He looked me in the eyes as if trying to guage what I was doing here. He
seemed to realize that I was having trouble getting the real conversation
going. He smiled at me. "Can I ask you a personal question, Micah?"

"Sure. I'm an open book."

"Why are you not wearing any clothes? You seem to pretty much always be
naked."

I shrugged. "I mean, clothes are stupid." I responded back a little
defiantly. "Dad says I don't have to wear them at the house, and I don't
like them so I don't see the point in wearing them." I paused for effect,
then I continued. "Plus, dad told me that we are a nudist household and
that you and him don't wear clothes around the house. But I guess he was
lying about that."

Ernesto got a look on his face that seemed to be a mixture of amusement
plus feeling like he had been accused. "No," he responded. "You're dad
isn't lying. We usually don't wear clothes around the house when it's just
me and him. But you being here changes things. I don't want to make you
uncomfortable."

I chuckled a little. "Do I LOOK like I am uncomfortable around naked
dicks?" I asked playfully.

Ernesto looked at me thoughtfully. "No," he responded slowly, with a
carefully measured tone. "You look very comfortable in your own skin. Which
is good for you and very healthy...." He paused before continuing. "But I
also have to think about my own self. I don't want anyone to think that I'm
trying to seduce you or something. You are a minor."

I grunted with some annoyance. "People always treat me like I'm a little
kid. But I'm not. I'm in puberty. I have hair on my dick. I make cum. And
I've had sex," I said, trying to convince maybe even myself that I was more
like an adult than a kid. "The bottom line is that no one is going to know
what happens in this house unless we tell them. I'm not going to tell
anyone. Are you?"

Ernesto paused before responding. "No. Certainly not." Then he paused
again. "Would it make you more comfortable if I joined you in the nude?"

"Well duh!" I quickly responded. "This is the lamest ass `nudist household'
that I've ever seen."

"How many nudist households have you seen," Ernesto responded playfully?
But true to his word, he disrobed. He slid his robe off and to my delight I
saw that he was naked under his robe.

I was mesmerized by his body. His dick, not yet even fully hard, was at
least five inches soft. His dick began swelling slowly. I didn't even
pretend to avert my eyes from his body. I eyed him up and down with
something like pure lust. My own cock sprang to attention, reaching its
full four inch length in less than thirty seconds. His own manhood
continued to swell more slowly, but slowly but surely it eventually reached
close to nine inches in length, and swelled to a girth of about a half
dollar. Where the fuck did this man come from? He was like a divine
being. The body of a God and a dick like a pornstar. I continued to feast
my eyes on his body, and I noticed that he was also drinking in my
body. Eventually, our eyes locked and we gazed into each other's eyes for
what seemed like an eternity. I very slightly bit my lower lip then pushed
my tongue out slightly, grazing my lower lip to signal my interest, and he
responded by matching my movements to return it.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" I asked him seductively.

"Sure," he smiled back at me.

"If I suck your cock do you promise to cum in my mouth?"

He didn't respond with words. He simply maneuvered close to where I was
sitting and grabbed my head and pulled it down to his manhood. I took him
in my mouth and gently slid off the barstool to get a better angle. Unlike
what I had heard last night with my father, he was gentle with me. He never
really pushed to force me to take his full length. He let me set the
pace. I tried to take as much as I could but I didn't have much hope of
deep throating all nine inches. I paused for a second to talk to him, "I
don't know how to deep throat, but I want to learn," I told him. He
responded breathlessly, "That's ok. I will teach you later. Just for now
keep doing what you're doing. I'm close." So I went back to my movements,
probably taking four or five inches into my mouth, and trying to apply as
much force as I could to kind of massage his shaft. A couple minutes later
he gave me his warning and a set of final instructions. "I'm gonna cum," he
said, "don't move. Stop sucking....Just hold still...just let me pump into
your mouth. I paused my movement and just held about three inches of his
length in my mouth. I felt his cock pulse and I counted. 14 spurts. That
was a lot. And I felt some of his cum escape outside the edges of my
mouth. I swallowed about half his load and then opened my mouth to show him
his load on my tongue. I was about to swallow the rest down, when he did
something unexpected. He leaned down and began to kiss me. I felt his
tongue enter my mouth. He was trying to get his own taste of his own
emission! He gently used his lips to clean up the mess I had made outside
my mouth. When we had consumed all of his tasty load, he broke the kiss.

I thought it was over, but I was in for one more surprise. He picked me up
in his strong arms and held me close to his body while he stroked my back
with his left hand. The right arm that was supporting my weight he
maneuvered until his hand was right on my ass. He gently used that hand to
cup and squeeze my ass cheeks. Then, satisfied with the cuddling, he just
as swiftly placed me sitting bare assed on the countertop. Then he gently
moved my legs apart with his strong hands and swooped down on my erect
cock, engulfing my entire length with his mouth. True to my form, I didn't
last long. His rapid up and down motions sent me over the edge in less than
a minute. "I'M CUMMING!" I practically shouted. He held still while I
pumped by boyish sized load into his mouth. He promptly swallowed it
down. Then moved back up to my face and gently kissed me again. First on my
lips. Then gently moving his tongue in to part my lips. I was in heaven! We
made out for fully ten minutes while he felt me up. Cupping my ass. Rubbing
my chest. I quickly became erect again. Eventually be broke our liplock and
stared deeply into my eyes. His eyes flickered to my erect cock; he smirked
lustily while nodding his head down to draw attention to my
erection. "Looks like you need round two," he said.

"Not yet," I answered. "Do you trust me?"

He smiled and nodded.

"Then help me get the breakfast stuff ready," I said. Then I jumped off the
counter. We enjoyed some light hearted banter, occasionally grabbing each
other's asses while we got the supplies out. The bowl. The pans, the mixing
spoons, the tongs. Then we got out the eggs and bacon and pancake mix and
real maple syrup (I can't stand the nasty corn syrup that they try to pass
off as "maple syrup" and have to have the real stuff.)

"Finish your coffee!" I ordered him bossily, "I'm going to wake up dad so
he can get his ass down here and make me breakfast. I've worked up an
appetite for some reason."

So while Ernesto finished his coffee, I went to wake up dad, which was much
easier said than done. It took me about five minutes to get him finally up,
and even then he wanted to dress himself. I just reminded him that we are a
nudist household, and told him to skip the clothes, but he insisted. I had
to put my foot down and order him to leave the clothes before he would
acquiesce, and finally decided to come to the kitchen naked. I followed
closely behind except for I made sure to grab dad's bottle of lube from his
dresser without him noticing.

When we got to the kitchen, I stealthily placed the lube behind the bread
bowl, out of sight. Dad saw Ernesto naked, and his eyes just widened. But
Ernesto just shrugged and said, "When in Rome, right?" Dad dropped the
issue and started work on breakfast while he made small talk with
Ernesto. It was honestly so boring that I don't remember most of what they
were talking about. But I DO remember what I started doing behind dad's
back. I nestled up to Ernesto, kind of leaning back on him. He didn't take
the hint at first, so I grabbed his hand and slid it back on my boyhole. He
kind of got the hint and started cupping my cheeks, but THAT wasn't what I
wanted. I grabbed his hand again and this time placed his finger directly
on my hole and moved it a little around the edges. Ernesto got the hint and
he fingered me while dad was chatting him up.

"I just kind of think that we should probably do our taxes next week and
just get it over with. We're going to owe regardless. You might get a small
refund, but I'm gonna owe quite a bit. Probably several thousand" dad said,
oblivious to his son being felt up not seven feet behind him.

"Yeah, that makes sense," Ernesto responded while licking his finger and
then putting the tip of his middle finger into my aching cherry.

"And we should probably try to see if your parents still claimed you..."
dad rambled on. Meanwhile, his boyfriend's finger was plunging to its full
depth while he moved it from side to side to open me up.

"And I also need to take my Jeep in for an oil change if we are going to
take that trip up to Yosemite next week."

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that." He said before kneeling to open my boyish
hole up with his tongue. So while dad continued rambling, his boyfriend
rimmed his son. It was so difficult for me not to moan with pleasure. After
a few seconds of this I was ready. I put my finger to my mouth to signal
Ernesto to remain quiet. Then I quickly slid over to the counter and
grabbed the lube, I rushed back to where Ernesto was and handed him the
lube. I figured he would know better than me how to apply it.

Dad sizzled the bacon. "The trick is, you don't want the fat to burn," he
said.

"I love your bacon." Ernesto said encouragingly, while dropping a dollop of
the lube on his huge cock and slathering it. He then adeptly moved his
lubed fingers to my hole and applied a generous layer of lube to my hole
while he continued to open me up.

"I prefer sausage" I quipped.

"Well, we don't have any sausage," dad replied, oblivious to my double
entendre.

"I think we might have some. Didn't Ernesto bring some sausage?" I asked

"Hmmm. I don't think so, but let me check real quick." Dad lowered the heat
on the bacon and then slid over to the refrigerator, opened the door and
began looking for sausage. Meanwhile, his boyfriend was sliding his big
sausage into his son's willing virgin boyhole.

He entered me, slowly at first. He slid slowly in as I accepted more and
more of his length. When all nine inches had been plunged to my depths, he
held it there without thrusting, letting me adjust to the fullness.

Dad opened up one of the drawers in the refrigerator. "I don't see the
sausage."

"There's definitely sausage," I gasped as Ernesto began thrusting slowly.

"Where?" Dad responded. "I don't see it."

"Turn around. You will see it." I told him Dad turned around. By this
point, Ernesto had taken a pretty steady pace and thrusting into me while I
was bent over with my hands on the countertop. Dad's jaw just dropped.

"Stand ... There ... And ... Watch ... Your ... Boyfriend ... Enjoy ... Me"
I grunted. Dad looked genuinely horrified. I don't know what he was
expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. His face looked like a mixture of
betrayal and humiliation. He just gulped. But there was nothing he could do
about it. And he couldn't avert his eyes. So he stood there and watched
while his son and his boyfriend humiliated him.

Without exiting my body, Ernesto scooped me up with his strong
arms. Holding me in place against his body with one arm, while supporting
my legs with the other he continued to buck inside me. Meanwhile, I moved
my hips to match his movements, and moved my hand to my cock to stroke
myself. After a few minutes of this, I didn't feel like I could hold on
much longer. "Are you about to bust?" I breathlessly asked Ernesto?

"I ... can go ... whenever you want," he gasped while continuing to bounce
me on his humongous pole.

"Bust!" I commanded him. "I'm gonna bust too."

So I busted all over the floor while Ernesto busted deep in my bowels. When
we were done, Ernesto held me for a few moments against his body, before
slowly lowering me to the ground and pulling his deflating shaft gingerly
out of my spent hole.

"You!" I commanded dad while pointing at him. "You clean up this mess
starting with my hole." Then I placed my hands on the counter and spread my
legs in a fairly wide stance. Dad walked over, still stunned, and placed
his mouth to my hole, which had now closed. He worked his tongue inside my
hole, twirling it around to clean my insides while I pushed Ernesto's load
out into his waiting mouth. When he had finished cleaning my hole, he
lowered himself to the ground and began licking my cum up off the
floorboards. Ernesto smirked at me. I winked at him.

"I think your life is about to get VERY interesting," I told Ernesto while
dad finished licking the floor. Dad finally returned to his feet.

"Is breakfast almost ready?" I asked him. "I'm starving."