Date: Mon, 22 May 2017 08:20:14 +0000
From: Tom R <wonderwhystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Moving in with my Son, Chapter 8

Moving in with my Son, Chapter 8


There was a knock at the door and Kevin practically jumped out of the chair
to run and answer it.

Smiling big, he opened up the door and said "Hey Dad!"

Brent stepped past the threshold slightly and opened up his arms for a
hug. "Hey buddy. I made it!"

Kevin jumped into the hug and let his father's arms wrap around him. And
man, did they ever. I had seen a couple pictures of Brent but there had not
been anyone else in the photos to give a sense of scale. He was bigger than
I expected, about 6'2". The arms encircling Kevin were big and muscular,
and the short sleeves of Brent's gray t-shirt stretched tight around his
pronounced biceps and triceps.

Brent had a shaved head and dark brown goatee, with the rest if his beard
area having a light scruff. You could tell he was one of those guys that
always has a five o'clock shadow that actually shows up at noon, after he
shaves in the morning. Brent had his eyes closed and a peaceful and
satisfied expression on his face. As a father, I recognized that look --
there's no feeling quite like hugging your kid when you haven't seen him in
a while. Like a piece of your heart gets put back in place.

They held tight for a few seconds. Brent made a satisfied grunt and slowly
pulled away, opening his eyes and looking into Kevin's. "It's been way too
long, son. So good to see you."

"I know, Dad. I'm so glad you're here. Hey, get in here and say hi to
everyone!"

Brent reached behind him and grabbed his suitcase, which had a backpack
sitting on top of it.  He stepped forward into the entryway and looked at
Jake and I for the first time, a Kevin shut the door.

His eyes settled on Jake first as he opened his arms for another
hug. "Jake! Good to see you too, little buddy. Come `ere."

My son grinned and walked up to the bigger man who wrapped him up his meaty
arms. Jake, a little smaller than Kevin, got more lost in Brent's embrace
that his boyfriend had. His head fit right under Brent's chin. Brent was
smiling with genuine happiness, and I noticed the expression on Jake's face
looked almost like someone asleep on a fancy hotel room bed. His eyes were
closed, big smile and his face pressed into one of Brent's noticeably meaty
pecs.

I remembered the comment about Jake having `kind of a thing' for Kevin's
dad and I figured he was probably enjoying this moment. Noticing other men
in a consciously sexual way was still feeling new to me, but I had to admit
I could see why my son would be taken with this man. Knowing everything
Kevin had told me, that Brent had a sexual appetite and openness that
rivaled his son's, added some depth to his attractiveness. Jake had told me
since was a kid that hot straight guys always give him an extra surge of
excitement, with the whole unattainable/forbidden aspect of the
attractiveness. For the first time, I felt like understood that a
little. And now I could see why Jake had been motivated to help a few of
his straight school friends "expand their point of view" back in the day.

After a moment, Brent and Jake broke their hug and the older man's eyes
fell on me, and as he stepped toward me he extended his right hand and shot
me a friendly smile. "And you must be Tom. Great to meet you, man."

"Likewise, Brent." I said, as I accepted his firm handshake. Gesturing with
my head at our sons, I added "I think it's overdue considering how tight
these two guys are."

"Yeah, they make quite a pair." Brent replied, as we stopped shaking
hands. Brent looked around at the three of us. "I really appreciate you
guys letting me crash here this week. I really didn't feel like shelling
out 10K for last-minute rates at the hotels in this crazy overpriced city
of yours. I promise I'll stay out of your way as much as I can."

"Shut the fuck up, old man," Kevin said, teasing his dad. "We're glad to
have you here and I want you in the way. I've missed you big time and I owe
you for hooking me up with the convention passes. It's gonna be such a fun
week!"

Brent set down his stuff by the front door and excused himself to use the
bathroom. I found myself wondering how we'd navigate the morning
getting-ready situation with four of us, but figured it wouldn't be a big
deal. I looked over at the boys as Jake put his arms around the
still-beaming Kevin for a tender embrace. As I found myself doing
frequently, I felt so happy that my son had found someone who he could be
himself with and who clearly loved him back with equal fervor. Was this
just the first of years' worth of "family" get togethers that the four of
us would have? The thought made me smile.

As Brent emerged from the entryway, he cleared his throat and said "Not to
be rude, but I've had a long flight and you know I can't stand any of the
airplane food. Think we could...?"

He was interrupted by another knock on the door.

"Got you covered, Dad!" Kevin said with amusement as he returned to the
front entrance. Outside the apartment, a cute young mixed-race boy stood
with two plastic bags of take-out containers. Clearly Kevin had anticipated
his dad's hunger, and I could not help but notice the amazing smells
wafting from the bags as soon as they were brought inside the apartment.

"Is that...Golden Dragon?" Brent asked, with a tone of anticipation.

Kevin nodded with a smug and satisfied look on his face. "You know it! Your
favorite Chinese place in SF."

"More like my favorite in North America...damn, Kev. You know just how to
please a guy."

"That's what they all tell me," Kevin replied, never one to let innuendo
slip past. He shot me a quick wink after he said that, which sent a small
and unexpected shiver through me. I couldn't help but think of how Kevin
pleased me the day before, which had been just as unexpected but not
unwelcome.

Jake grabbed some plates and utensils to quickly set the table, and the
four of us sat down to devour the truly outstanding dishes that Kevin had
ordered. We each tried a little bit of everything, with Kevin and Brent
gushing about some aspects of the meal in the way that only true foodies
can.

We all chatted between bites, about the news, San Francisco, my job, Jake's
classes, Kevin's apprenticeship and Brent's Miami restaurant. Brent made
several mentions of the boys' intent to come visit him over the summer, and
casually mentioned that I should coming along too. Jake looked so excited
at the idea, I thought he might choke on the bite of cashew chicken in his
mouth. I felt pretty lucky to have a son so eager to spend time with his
dad. As Kevin talked about the amazing beach right near his dad's house, I
found a small part of my mind (and another less small part of my body)
getting aroused as I imagined Kevin and Brent standing next to each other
on the beach, in small, tight Speedo swimsuits, muscled frames wet with
sweat and tanning oil, one totally smooth and the other covered with some
well-trimmed fur...

Damn, I thought, bringing myself back to the reality of the dinner
table. While I had already come to terms with the fact that I had a sexual
connection with my son's boyfriend (though it still felt a little weird to
admit that), full-on erotic daydreaming about not just him, but also his
dad, still caught me by surprise. I was still getting used to the new parts
of my libido that had risen to the surface recently.

The lapse in attention was also probably due to the fact that the
conversation had turned from general topics to the details of the upcoming
chef's convention. Brent and Kevin were chattering back and forth and
getting each other excited about various aspects of the event. But Jake and
I both felt a little out of our element, which I confirmed my sharing an
amused glance with him. He stood up and started to clear some of the dishes
and containers that were empty. As Jake walked past his boyfriend's chair
to the kitchen, Kevin reached out with a quick and loving little back
scratch (sort of a non-verbal "thanks, babe") as the other father and son
continued their conversation.

Eventually, Jake and I retreated to our bedrooms to let the two of them
enjoy one another's company and not worry about including us in the
conversation. Jake still had his midterm coming up and more studying to do,
and I had to accept the fact that my long weekend was over and a cluttered
inbox awaited me the next morning at work. I thought I might as well get
ahead, as I sat down at my small desk and tried to take stock of what was
going on.

A few hours passed, with Brent and Kevin's conversation in the other room
remaining constant and becoming background noise as I found myself lost in
the land of corporate emails. The shadows got deeper as the sun went down,
and I must not have noticed that their dialogue had tapered off, because I
was legitimately startled by Brent suddenly standing in the bedroom door
and saying "Hey, Tom".

I must have jumped or something because he laughed a little as he stepped
further in to the room. I noticed he had his suitcase in one hand and his
backpack over his shoulder.

"Kevin said it was okay to bunk in here with you," he said as he looked
around my bedroom. "I hope that's cool. That's a nice couch out there but
it's a little too short for me."

Indeed, Brent was taller than the rest of us and I knew his feet would
easily be sticking past the end of the couch if he was laying down on it. I
had been prepared for the possibility that he'd choose to stay in my room
and I had cleared out a corner for him to put his bags. I leaned back in my
chair and rubbed my eyes, which were a little bleary from a hours of
focused screen time.

"Yeah...it's fine, Brent," I said. "Go ahead and stick your stuff over
there and just make yourself at home. It's a queen mattress so things might
be a little cozy, but I don't mind at all."

"Thanks, man," he replied with genuine gratitude. "I really appreciate
it. I know I'm probably not your first choice of bedmate."

I chuckled at the small joke and thought about making some kind of mildly
dirty joking comment in response, but stopped myself. Despite what I knew
about Brent's comfort with overt sexuality and all that, I thought it might
be a little weird given that we were actually going to be sharing a
bed. Plus, I had to admit that I was slightly...intrigued at the thought of
it.

Brent busied himself with his belongings for a moment while I wrapped up
what I was doing and shut down my computer.

"Oh, and uh..." Brent started and then paused, sounding more amused than
concerned, "I hope it's not a big deal, but I've been sleeping naked pretty
much since I got out of diapers, and I don't really have any plans to
change that."

We made eye contact for a moment as I briefly searched for any hint of
joking in his tone or face, but there was none. But I did amuse myself by
reflecting that my own nude sleeping routine had become so second nature I
hadn't even considered that it might have been a problem for him.

I laughed and waved my hand to show my dismissal of his
concerns. "Actually, Brent, I usually sleep naked too, so it's definitely
not a big deal."

"Nice," he said with a satisfied nod. "It'll be like when I bunked with my
teammates on the high school soccer road trips for away games. Shoestring
travel budget so they crammed us all in as few motel rooms as possible." He
resumed rummaging through his bag, as I was left wondering what exactly he
was remembering about those school trips.

"Which side?" he suddenly asked, as I was standing up from my desk.

"Huh?" I replied.

"Which side do you sleep on? When you're not alone in here, I mean."

"Oh," I said, realizing I never really thought about things like that. I
pointed at the side of the bed closest to the center of the room, where the
nightstand had my alarm clock and a few other personal items. "Um, I guess
that side."

"Alright", he said, as he proceeded to shuffle sideways between the other
side of the bed and the wall. That space was pretty narrow, especially for
a guy Brent's size. As he tossed his wallet and some other stuff on the
other nightstand, I briefly felt bad that he'd have to navigate that. Due
to the position of the other furniture in the room, I couldn't easily move
the bed further away from that far wall. But Brent didn't seem bothered so
I decided I would not be either.

I sat down on "my" side of the bed to take off my shoes, wondering if we'd
all be watching TV tonight or something else sedate like that. I figured
Jake would be studying but wasn't sure if Kevin and Brent had any plans for
the last few hours of the day.

"You and Kev up to anything tonight?" I asked him, still facing away from
him and tossing my shoes in the closet nearby.

"Nope," he replied, "and I think I'm actually gonna to turn in once I grab
a quick shower and wash off the travel stink. Remember, it's after eleven
o'clock where I just came from. And there's a welcome breakfast at eight
thirty tomorrow for the VIP package holders."

I was still sitting on the bed, looking at a couple phone notifications,
when I heard Brent ask where we kept the bath towels.

I looked over my shoulder and started to answer,

"In the..."

and then found myself unable to recall the word that should have come
next. It might have been because Brent was standing at the foot of the bed,
stark naked and staring at me, holding a toiletry case. He was clearly off
to take that shower and was waiting for the rest of my answer. My cut off
statement and open-mouth stare must have made for a comical moment, because
a crooked half-smile appeared on his face, along with a slightly
mischievous twinkle in his eye that reminded me of his son.

That was about where their similarities ended, at least at this moment. If
Kevin's body was a tribute to smoothness, Brent's was one to well-groomed
body hair. My daydream version of him early earlier had not been far from
reality. His two giant pectoral slabs were covered in a decent coat of
fur. Not a gray hair in there yet, I noticed. It faded as it went higher
toward his neck and lower down along his stomach, but his whole front side
was hairy, though I could tell he kept it tailored and trimmed to accent
the edges of his muscles. He wasn't one of those zero-percent body fat
studs, but he had great definition on his abs and obliques and from what I
could see reflected in the dresser mirror right behind him, a nicely
muscled and lightly furred ass as well.

I realize I had been wrong, there was another similarity with Kevin -- like
his son, Brent also had no tan lines. He had the medium toned bronze color
of someone who didn't try too hard to get a tan, but who simply lived
somewhere where it was always sunny.

And of course I noticed his cock. Brent's pubes were trimmed to match the
length of the rest of his body hair, and it looked like he shaved around
the base of his penis since they ended in a nice clean line. He didn't
really need any help in the presentation department though, The cock a few
feet in front of me was notably thick, with a prominent vein visible along
one side. He was cut, and the head matched the girth of the rest, a very
round and deep purple knob sticking out in front of him. And fuck, I
thought...it looked like he was chubbed up a little bit. His balls were
pulled up close to his groin in a sack that, at least in this less-sagging
state, was about the size of a tennis ball. He either removed the hair from
it or it was naturally smooth. But no part of his cock was resting against
his scrotum. It was sticking a little farther forward, still pointed down
but clearly not in a "resting" state either. Maybe he was just one of those
guys whose dick stuck "out" a little bit all the time, but damn if he
didn't look like he was starting to throw a bone.

I made eye contact with him again, realizing that I had been looking up and
down his muscular frame. He just had that same wry look and raised an
eyebrow, still waiting to hear where he could get a towel.

"Um," I continued, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed. "In the hallway
closet. Right there by the boys' bedroom door."

"Thanks, buddy" he said and then he winked at me. Brent left the room,
giving me a quick look at his backside. Smooth and hairless back, down to
his waistline where some sparse fur started to appear and continued down
his round ass and thick legs.

That slight intrigue I had felt about sharing a bed with this man? It felt
a little less slight after that moment.

I heard the shower start and figured I had better clear out so he could
crash and get some rest. I removed the rest of my clothes and pulled on
some basic sweat shorts, my typical `hanging around the house' attire. I
wandered into the living room and sat down on one end of the couch, wanting
to wind down a little from both thinking about work and the little surge of
excitement that I had just felt. There was yet another similarity between
Brent and Kevin, I thought. Both of them had an odd combination of relaxing
charm and commanding magnetism.

I flipped through some of the channels and found a sitcom that I
liked. After about 10 minutes, I heard Brent exit the shower and the
bathroom. I then heard Kevin's voice in the hallway, saying goodnight to
his dad and agreeing on a departure time for the next morning. There was an
odd sound, which I realized was probably a tight hug between the two of
them, as Kevin again told his dad how glad he was to have him here. I heard
Brent walk into my room and Kevin emerged from the hallway and looked over
at me on the couch.

"Hey," he said as I turned my head toward him.

"Hey," I said back. He was shirtless like I was, and had some dark blue
boxer briefs on. He glanced at the TV and must have approved of my choice
of viewing, since he walked over and sat down right next to me on the
couch. After a moment, he shifted a little and leaned one side of his body
into mine. I lifted up my arm and wrapped it around him, pulling him in as
he leaned his head onto my shoulder and collarbone a little. Jake would
sometimes sit like this with me to watch TV, and I'd seen the two of them
sitting in this same way before. But this was the first time Kevin had ever
cuddled up to me like this.

Despite what had happened yesterday on this very same couch, and the
several other occasions where he and I had some intense moments, this
didn't feel especially sexual or seductive. It just felt...comfortable. It
wasn't that often that I felt paternal toward Kevin, but I felt it strongly
at this moment. I wondered if it had something to do with his dad being
here, but I couldn't quite connect any psychological dots for that and
decided it didn't really matter anyway. I squeezed his shoulder and we
nestled in.

"Jake still studying?" I asked him after a few minutes.

"The adorable little fucker fell asleep with a book on his chest," Kevin
said.

We stayed that way through the end of the show and watched the one that
came on afterward. By that time I think we were both a little sleepy
ourselves. As the show's credits came on, Kevin's hand moved to my thigh
and gave it a squeeze, and he shifted his head up from my shoulder a
little, and kissed me softly on my jaw, close to my ear.

"Goodnight, Tom," he said in a quiet voice, and then stood up.

"Goodnight, son," I replied, turning of the TV and standing up myself. I
realized a moment later I had called him "son" which I thought was kinda
funny, but attributed it to my being sleepy. I followed Kevin into the
hallway and saw him go into his room. I stepped into my own bedroom and in
the light from the hallway I saw Brent in the bed. He was on his side
facing away from me the sheets laying across his hip, his muscular back
visible. I snapped off the hallway light, leaving the room lit only by what
came in through the window. As I slid off my shorts and slipped into bed, I
lay quietly on my back for a few minutes listening to Brent's slow and
steady breathing. I had shared a bed with plenty of women over the years,
but the breathing of a man next to me sounded different, with a deeper
timbre to it somehow. As I drifted off, I thought about how it was soothing
to hear, as was the faint heat I could feel coming off of Brent's back a
few inches away.

I was roused from sleep in the early morning light by Brent's cell phone
alarm. I was laying on my stomach with my arms under the pillow, my heard
turned toward my own nightstand. I opened one eye briefly to glance at the
time, and saw that I could sleep at least another 30 minutes.

Brent was stirring after turning off his alarm and I figured he'd get up in
a moment. Sure enough, the bed moved as he sat up and started to extract
himself. I felt the covers be pushed down to the end of the bed, the colder
air on my ass and legs giving me goose bumps for a moment. Brent must have
decided to climb over me to get out of the bed, rather than struggle along
the narrow space on his side, because I felt more weight shift onto my part
of the bed as he planted a hand on the other side of me, between my torso
and the edge of the mattress.

The next sensation I felt was that thick, meaty cock of his, dragging
slowly across my ass cheek as he glided his body over mine to climb off the
other side of the bed. It happened slowly, as if he was afraid to move too
fast and lose his balance. The weight of his dick slid across one side of
my butt, and then briefly nestled into the crack before his body pulled it
along the other cheek. This totally unexpected sensation sent a charge
through my body like I had never felt. My heart rate increased and I felt
blood rush to my cock, which was pressed under me. Then Brent was off of
the bed and I could hear him getting things from his suitcase.

What was that? I thought, as my cock throbbed a few more times. Brent's
dick had felt semi-erect, and I remembered that it had looked that was the
night before too, when he went to shower.

Unable to think about it much more as sleep overtook me, I thought maybe he
had morning wood or something. The world faded away again.

My alarm work me up later, and by the time I arose, slipped my sweat shorts
back on and walked out into the main area of the apartment, Kevin and Brent
were heading out the door to their breakfast. Clearly energized to start
their week of fun, they tossed me some friendly goodbyes and were gone.

After I got out of the shower and was finishing getting dressed, Jake was
up and walking to the shower, naked as usual. He stood in my doorway and
made a joke about Mondays as I grabbed everything I needed for work. He
ambushed me with a goodbye hug as I went to leave the room, and as we
parted I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and told him to have a great
day. Maybe that surprised him or something, because he seemed a little
taken aback and just stood in the same spot after I walked away toward the
front door. I glanced back at him and I saw his hand touching his cock,
which was obviously not totally flaccid.

Us guys and our morning wood, I thought to myself as I shut the door behind
me.

*******

The week seemed to go by fast. Kevin's prediction about where Brent would
really be sleeping had turned out to be spot on -- I had my bed to myself
the rest of that week. Kevin would come home at the end of each day,
sometimes in the early evening and sometimes very late. He and his dad
would always go grab at least one round of drinks with whoever they had
connected with that day at the convention, sometimes going to dinner
too. Kevin would tell Jake and I about the women who had thrown themselves
at his father throughout the day, and then describe whichever one had
convinced Brent to return to her hotel for more private
celebrations. Wednesday night was notable, when Kevin said that he was
pretty sure his dad was heading for a three-way with two busty
nutritionists from Baltimore.

And each morning, Brent would show up at the apartment to shower, change
clothes and somehow whip up an amazing egg dish for all of us. There was
gentle teasing and dirty joking directed at him of course, but as
adventurous as he was, Brent never offered the raunchy details that we all
(but mainly Kevin) kept asking for. On Thursday morning, he did confess to
enjoying a double blowjob and having the pleasure of fucking one of the
women while she ate the other one's pussy. Jake predictably rolled his eyes
during that description, even as Kevin and I noticeably boned up listening
to it.

While I might have had my bed to myself, during the mornings we all still
had to navigate around each other when getting ready for the day. Just like
when it was me, Jake and Kevin there, this typically meant lots of naked
crowding in the bathroom at certain times. At one point on one of the
mornings, Kevin was in the shower, Brent was taking a piss, and Jake and I
were each at one of the sinks shaving. All four of us naked.

"It's like a fuckin locker room in here, boys!" Brent shouted as he shook
the last drops from his cock and flushed the toilet.

Jake was standing up against the counter in front of the sink next to the
toilet, just finishing up. He set his razor down and turned on the faucet
to rinse off his fingers and splash some water on his face. But before he
could do that, Brent stepped right up behind him and reached an arm around
each side, quickly getting a squirt of hand soap and washing his hands. I
could see them in the mirror and since Brent was so much bigger than Jake,
it was a funny image. Jake was frozen in place, not just because he was
being pushed up against the edge of the counter. He also had shaving gel on
his hands and was just holding them still, not wanting to touch anything
else util he could rinse them off. In the mirror I noticed their
faces. Jake looked a little stunned and his eyes were bugged out a little
bit, but with a slight smile on his face as if he'd just had a surprise. I
could tell he and Brent were staring into each other's eyes via the mirror,
and Brent had a slightly more sly expression.

The moment lasted maybe about six or seven seconds, just enough for a quick
hand wash. I moved my gaze further to the side to look at their actual
bodies, as opposed to their reflections, and I saw why Jake looked so
electrified. The way Brent was standing, his cock must have been pressed
right between Jake's ass cheeks. And indeed, while I was looking I saw him
back away and that not-quite-flaccid cock I'd seen several times before had
been wedged in between Jake's tight little buttocks. That same cock that
he'd dragged across my own ass that first morning he was here.

Brent shook a little water from his hands as he left the bathroom, acting
totally casual. I rinsed off my razor and looked back at Jake, via the
mirror since we could make better eye contact that way, and he was still
staring straight ahead with that look of surprise. He closed his eyes and
slowly left out a deep breath. Then his eyes met mine and he blushed a
little and smiled. He put his hands under the still-running faucet to rinse
them, and then splashed water on his face and grabbed a towel to dry off
his face and hands. As he did that he stepped back from the bathroom
counter and I saw that he was hard. Rock hard, and the obvious wetness at
the tip of his cock was not water from the sink.

I wondered if Brent knew (or could tell) that Jake was slightly infatuated
with him, and so he did that on purpose to get him worked up. Or maybe he
was just the kind of guy that like to get wild and toe the line a
little. That also seemed to fit what I knew about him. If I had been the
one standing at that sink, would he have done the same thing to me? Or
Kevin?

Jake and I looked at each other and he could tell I was at once amused and
concerned. We understood one another well enough that we didn't need
words. My concern abated when he let out another breath, tossed the hand
towel on the rack and pulled on his hard cock a few times.

"Just like the locker room, right Dad?" he said in a joking tone. He gave
me a playful slap on the ass and also left the bathroom. I finished up
shaving. Kevin had been on the other side of the shower curtain the whole
time, and probably had not even heard anything that was said.

Later that evening when the three of us were home, with Brent out on his
nightly adventures, I asked Kevin,

"So, what's up with your dad's cock?"

Kevin and Jake both looked at me funny, though I felt pretty sure Jake knew
what I was getting at. Kevin just laughed a little and said,

"Um...huh? What do you mean, Tom?

"I mean, what's up with his cock, Kev?" I repeated, also laughing. "We've
all see it a lot this week, let's not pretend like we haven't. And while
I'm sure you guys have seen way more cocks than I have, I've seen my fair
share. And I don't think I have ever seen Brent's cock totally soft. He
doesn't walk around here with a boner like you guys do sometimes, but he's
not exactly Droopy Dan either."

"Who's Droopy Dan?" Jake asked.

Ignoring his boyfriend's question, Kevin looked like he understood mine a
little better now that I had explained.

"Yeah...right," he said. "I guess I just don't notice it since it's just
always been like that. Dad has...it's some high testosterone condition. I
can never remember the medical name. It's why he lost the hair on his head
so early and so started shaving it. And why he's such a hairy guy
everywhere else. And it's why he has such a crazy high sex drive. And
another symptom is...he's always a little bit hard."

"That's really interesting," I said. And I meant it.

"It's funny," Kevin continued. "When I was a little kid, I actually thought
that was how all grown-up dicks looked. For a long time. Then when I
started going with dad to the gym and would see other guys naked, I
definitely noticed the difference. But I also knew dicks came in various
shapes and sizes so I just figured dad was...that shape and size. But
sometimes he'd crash out naked on the couch, or I'd go in his room while he
was sleeping, for whatever reason. And I started to notice that when he was
asleep, his dick was smaller and didn't stick out as much. Eventually I
asked him about it, and he told me about the condition."

Kevin ran his hands through his full head of hair and laughed.

"Luckily it's one of those things that men inherit from their mom, or
however that works," he said. "X chromosome thing. So I'm not going to go
bald anytime soon."

"Yet somehow you still got the crazy high sex drive," Jake said to Kevin,
and reached over to grope his boyfriend's crotch.

"I think that's probably what scientists called a `learned behavior' Jake,"
I said, smiling at them both.

So that was how the week went. Mornings full of eggs and cocks, and even
though I only got a couple hours to interact with him each morning, I still
felt like I had gotten to know Brent well by the end of the week. He was a
really great guy, fun-loving and down to earth. And another thing that was
clear was that he was Kevin's number one hero. Sometimes he tried to play
it off, but every time I saw them together, Kevin was just beaming at his
dad, putting his arms around him or hugging him at random times, and the
phrase "worshipping the ground he walks on" entered my mind more than
once. And it was also clear that Brent loved Kevin more than anything else
in the world. Spending this week together was having a big effect on both
of them.

I certainly wasn't jealous. I loved what Jake and I had together and we'd
certainly formed an amazing bond since I'd moved up to SF. And heck, I'd
formed quite a bond with Kevin too, though certainly different than
anything I had expected. But Brent brought something out in Kevin, and I
think in me and Jake as well. Brent was set to leave on the coming Monday
night, but the convention ended on Friday, and I found myself hoping that
we'd get in some good time over the weekend, just the four of us. Monday
was Memorial Day and the whole holiday weekend was supposed to be nice
weather. Maybe we could get to the beach or go do something in the park one
day. A naughty corner of my mind even thought about suggesting to Jake that
we all go to that same cruisy meadow where he and I had jerked off together
a few weeks back. Maybe I was thinking about Brent's cock too much, I
reflected, making myself laugh.

Friday finally came and, predictably, Brent and Kevin were out late
celebrating with all of the various friends they had made over the
week. Kevin stumbled in at about midnight, without Brent, and a little
drunk. Not sloppy, but kinda silly. Jake and I were watching a movie and
had ordered expensive pizza to celebrate my son's A grade on that midterm.

Kevin tossed his keys on the table, kicked off his shoes and leaped onto
the couch next to Jake, practically on top of him.

He kissed my son, who quickly started to enjoy the attention and they made
out for a couple minutes. I comically cleared my throat eventually, and was
about to get up and leave them to do whatever they needed to do, when Kevin
suddenly came up for air, fell back on the couch and giggled. Jake seemed
amused by his drunk boyfriend (we'd had a few beers ourselves) and glanced
over at me with a goofy smile before turning back to Kevin.

"You guys finish off the week with a bang?" Jake asked. "I'm surprised
you're home this early, wasn't there some big after party or something?"

Kevin shook his head.

"Nah...the official one is lame, just some trendy rock band playing a
private show. We went out with the cool people and probably spent way too
much on drinks a this new bar in the Mission. I swear, all the chicks dad's
fucked this week were after him for another go, so we had to find somewhere
new!" He made himself laugh again, and then looked like he remembered
something important.

"On yeah!" he shouted and then stood up in front of us. "Tom! You! Us! All
of us! Tomorrow! Dinner! Pussy!"

Jake and I traded puzzled looks.

Jake said "You had me up until that last one, Kev. What are you talking
about?"

Kevin calmed down a little and explained.

"So Dad ran into this old friend of his, Susan...something. I forget her
last name. She's some big name in cookbook publishing and was here today
only, for a panel. She and dad have had an on-again off-again thing for
years and that's where he's probably going to be crashing tonight. She's
got some swank penthouse suite at the Marriott. BUT. TOM. She has a friend
who came to town with her. Named Marissa. She's HOT!! Dad and I want to
hook her up with you. So we're all going out to dinner tomorrow night. Like
a triple date!"

I was intrigued. I had been thinking that I could use a night out, and the
promise of some fun evening with a beautiful lady was more than a little
appealing. Plus, it didn't really sound like I would have a choice.

Kevin settled down a little and grabbed a slice of pizza. Predictably, he
was actually exhausted from the day -- from the week, really -- and before
long Jake was helping his semi-conscious boyfriend to bed. I retired soon
after that, and fell asleep thinking about the following night.

Saturday morning, we all slept in a little late. Kevin was slightly hung
over and stayed in bed the longest. We had just started to wonder aloud
where Brent was, when he walked in the door. He looked a little bit of a
mess, in the clothes from last night, and way more hung over than Kevin. He
mumbled some greetings and then disappeared into the bathroom. Quickly
thereafter he vanished into the bedroom and shut the door. That in itself
was unusual -- the boys and I rarely ever closed our bedroom doors all the
way, for whatever reason. But hey, it was the morning after, and we had all
been there.

Kevin, Jake and I ran some various errands, grocery shopping and that kind
of thing. By the time we got back in the mid-afternoon, Brent had emerged
from the bedroom and was feeling better. We joked with him about how Susan
had put him through the ringer, but it turned out they had both had way too
much to drink and basically just passed out once they got back to her
suite.

"But tonight!" Brent exclaimed with a big grin. "We're gonna have a
blast. Tom, you'll like Marissa, and I'm pretty sure she's DTF, as the kids
say today. I'm thinking we'll both end up in their suite tonight and we'll
see who can make their lady scream the loudest, eh?"

Lots more joking followed, the normal guy stuff and we just hung out at the
apartment for a while and enjoyed relaxing for the rest of the afternoon.

Jake was working at the club that night and had to be there by ten, so the
dinner reservation was for seven o'clock. Brent and I were both in my room
getting dressed. I put on some pants I liked, the ones that hugged my ass
in just the right way, and one of my more stylish shirts. I thought I
looked pretty good. Brent of course had muscles to show off and the Miami
style of dress to do it well. We were both standing at the mirror and he
commented how we looked pretty damn good for two guys in their late
forties.

I saw him step back and turn to look at me, and his face got this
expression like he suddenly wasn't sure about something.

"What?" I asked him, looking down to see if there was something on my pants
or some other thing I hadn't noticed. "Are these too tight in the back?" I
asked, and did kind of a half turn.

Brent laughed and said "No, no, Tom. You're looking good for sure. Those
pants show off all your assets back there. But I just wonder if you
couldn't use a little help in the front."

"Fuck you, man!" I said, laughing, though since he did sound serious, I
wasn't sure if I should be offended or not. "What am I supposed to do, grow
a bigger dick?"

"No, don't get me wrong, buddy" Brent assured me. "I've seen what you're
packing and you're all set in that department too. I just...wonder if you
could be showing it off a little more?"

"Well," I said, kind of at a loss. "I can see if another pair of pants
works better..." I started to head to the closet to see what the other
options were.

"No, sorry...just..." Brent looked like he was concocting some kind of
scheme. "Stay right there!"

He left the room and I heard him go into Jake and Kevin's room. They talked
for a moment but I couldn't really hear what they were saying.

Soon, Brent returned holding a metal ring. And I understood.

I laughed and said, "Okay, I see. You're just saying I should show off the
goods better. Yeah, I don't know, Brent. I've used a cockring during sex
before and they're great. But...wearing one to go out? And a metal one?
I've never actually worn a metal one before, just leather or silicone. What
if it slips off while we're walking or something?"

I had this sudden vision of being out with everyone, the lovely Marissa on
my arm, walking through a large room with a wood floor, and the metal
cockring sliding down my pant leg and hitting the floor, making a noise
that echoed over and over...

"Listen, Tom. It's all about the fit," Brent said. "This is one of Jake's,
just try it on and see if it'll work." He extended his hand and I took the
cockring. There was an awkward moment where I was waiting for him to leave,
and then I realized he wasn't going to. And whatever, right? All guys
here. We've seen each other naked all week long. Slept in the same bed, for
fuck's sake.

I undid my belt and dropped my pants and boxer briefs down to my knees, and
proceeded to put on the cockring. The coolness of the metal felt
interesting as I slipped my dick through the ring and then worked to slide
each of my testicles through. And the fact that Brent was watching me put
it on felt kind of exciting.

Once everything was through and I had it where it was supposed to sit, it
actually felt pretty comfortable. Brent stepped forward and was right in
front of me, both of us looking down at the thick metal ring around my
junk.

"You need to be able to get one finger underneath it. Otherwise it's too
small, and you might get in trouble once you get hard. But any looser and
yeah, you might feel it slip off when you're not hard."

Brent then reached out, casual as anything, and slid one finger under the
cockring, just to one side of my cock. It slid under easily, but everything
felt a little tighter. Brent had BIG fingers after all. I must have made
some small gasp or other expression of surprise, because he whispered to me
in a low voice,

"It's alright, buddy. I'm just checking it for you..."

He proceeded to run that finger around the entire ring, under my balls and
up the other side, and then across the top of my cock. Brent's hand was
warm and his skin was a little rough, calloused. So there was some friction
that caused my dick to react. As he ran his finger all the way around one
more time, my erection was starting to grow rapidly and he slowly withdrew
the digit from under the ring. He didn't seem shy about letting his hand
brush against my cock as he pulled it back toward him.

"There we go," he said in the same deep but quiet voice. "Looking real nice
now. Pull those trousers back up and let's check you out."

Brent stepped back and that's when I noticed that Jake and Kevin were
standing at the door of my bedroom. Of course. The way Brent and I were
standing, they had been able to see everything clearly. They were both
ready to go, fully dressed, but they both had snug pants on and I could see
that they had been aroused by watching the brief contact their fathers had
just had. The moment felt charged and tense, and I quickly re-dressed and
we all checked out how I looked.

I had to admit, things looked nice. Not obscene, like I was stuffing
rolled-up socks in there. But anyone could clearly see that I was hard, and
even as my erection slowly subsided, I saw that I had a nice bulge on
display.

Brent just nodded and slapped me on the shoulder, then walked past the boys
and out into the living room. Kevin followed him but Jake lingered. I
walked to the door as well and my son and I faced each other, almost chest
to chest with both of us filling the doorway. Our faces were close too. I
asked my son,

"Does it look okay, Jake? Too much? Be honest"

Jakes eyes looked down once more and then back up at mine.

"It looks hot, dad. And come on. I always say, there's no such thing as too
much cock."

His little joke broke any remaining tension and I just thanked him, as we
joined the other two in the living room.

"Okay studs," Brent said. "Let's go have a fun night."

Dinner was great, and so was Marissa. We met the ladies at the restaurant
and quickly settled into fun conversation. Marissa was dressed to kill, in
a slinky low-cut black dress. She struck me as the fun and slightly wild
type. Probably a handful to date, but likely super hot between the
sheets. And Brent was right, she was definitely "DTF" -- by the end of the
meal, her hand was on my thigh under the table and we had been trading
flirty innuendos since the entrees had come.

Brent and Susan were also quite the pair, getting along in the way that
only old lovers do -- teasing and joking, but slowly doing a familiar dance
of seduction. I was starting to wonder what was next, if we'd be heading
back to their hotel or if we'd get some more drinks to fuel the passions
that were no doubt ahead.

The subject of Jake's club came up, since he had to get going pretty
soon. Kevin said he was going to go as well and enjoy the night out,
probably meeting up with some of their friends. Susan suddenly said,

"Hey, why don't we all go get some drinks there!"

Marissa quickly agreed, saying that it was a great idea, and Brent also
looked intrigued by the notion. I noticed Jake looking at me to see how I
was reacting. I looked at him for a moment and realized I knew exactly what
he was thinking. He was thinking about how if we all came along to the
club, we'd all eventually see him up on some raised platform, doing his
go-go boy thing. I would see him. And he liked the thought of that.

I just smiled at him and winked. I don't even know what I was trying to
do...I guess reassure him. It worked, he looked a little more relaxed and I
saw him nodding in agreement about taking this party there after we left
the restaurant. I agreed as well. And before long, we were off.

We walked the five blocks and found ourselves at the front door of the
club. It was too early for there to be any kind of line and we were soon
inside. There was a decent crowd already, with some people on the dance
floor and the surrounding area. More were upstairs where there was a
seating area overlooking the dance floor, and a small terrace looking out
over the street. A DJ booth and some screens were at the far end of the
dance floor. The music was thumping but we could still hear one another
well enough. The crowd was mixed, maybe 25% women and at least a few guys
that looked pretty straight. I could tell that Brent, like me, had no
problem being out at a gay club. He probably knew the truth -- that they
were often the best place to pick up fun and horny women.

We all got a round of drinks and gathered for one more toast. After a few
more minutes of chatting, Jake said he had to go get ready and Kevin was
going to find a friend who was upstairs somewhere. They said their goodbyes
and wished us well, with Brent and I getting suggestive winks and head nods
from our sons. They had been teasing us all afternoon about the orgy we'd
supposedly be having tonight. I was excited myself, though I was trying to
keep my expectations realistic. I had visions of fucking both women, me and
Brent switching between them, maybe several times. But my imagination so
easily went wild, with visions of spit roasting and double
penetration...needless to say I was feeling horny. And the metal ring
around my cock was only making things even more charged up. The thrill of
knowing it was there continued to keep me at a low but steady level of
excitement.

We finished those drinks and got another round. More chatting and
flirting. Marissa usually had a hand on me somewhere. Usually somewhere
like my arm or thigh, but she'd ventured to more sensual places since we'd
arrived. Before long we we sharing some kisses and talking, and then mostly
kissing. At one point I noticed Brent and Susan were up to much the same
thing, just a foot or so away. The girls' backs were almost up against one
another.

Then the lights and music changed a little. It sounded like a new portion
of the night was starting, with more intense dance music and some British
voice shouting into a microphone about whatever Saturday nights at the club
were called. We pulled our of our kisses and the ladies said they wanted to
go dance. So out on the dance floor we went. I was quickly pulled into a
tight embrace by Susan, which surprised me, as we found a common motion
with each other, matching the rapid beats. Marissa was grinding up against
Brent who looked happy to comply. Man, these women were going to take us
for a ride tonight, I could tell.

We danced for a while and switched partners back eventually. Right after
that, I noticed two scantily clad young men had emerged from somewhere to
dance on some blocks on either side of the dance floor. Neither of them was
Jake but I could tell by the cheers that they were well known to some of
the regulars. One was a muscled black guy with short hair, in a red
jockstrap. The other was a white guy who looked about ten years older than
Jake, skinny but toned with several tattoos on his torso. We was in a very
small pair of gray and blue briefs, which looked like they were barely
containing his obviously big cock.

Marissa and Susan both produced five dollar bills and ran over to tip the
guy in the jockstrap. Brent and I followed and stood behind them. The
dancer was giving the girls a show, shaking his ass and letting them slap
it with their hands. They moved away and rejoined us, laughing. But they
were both clearly more turned on as we resumed dancing. Marissa was
grabbing my ass and kissing me and I could see Brent and Susan in a similar
groove a few feet away.

This continued for a while, close dancing with lots of groping, deep kisses
peppered in. Even if I hadn't had the cockring on I would have been rock
hard. As it was, I could feel precum leaking from my cock every time she
pushed part of he body up against it. She must have felt it throbbing, I
could tell she was extremely worked up too. There was another couple
dancing near us, two guys. Going at it in a similar fashion. I found myself
watching them out of the corner of my eye at times. One of them had
unbuttoned the other's shirt and was running hands through his chest hair
and playing with his nipples as they kissed. Watching them was turning me
on too, and it felt good to be indulging so many erotic needs at the same
time. At one point the guy with the unbuttoned shirt was looking at me and
we made eye contact. He smiled and gave me a sexy stare as his dance
partner was licking one of his nipples. I felt another surge of fluid leak
out of my cock.

The music changed and Marissa and I moved to the edge of the dance floor,
heading to get more drinks. I ordered as she nestled her round ass up
against my crotch and did a subtle grind. The bartender gave us a knowing
half-smile as he placed our drinks in front of us.

Another change in the music also signaled a change in the entertainment,
and the moment arrived that I realized I had been waiting for. The two
dancers stepped down from their platforms and were quickly replaced. One of
the new guys was my son.

Jake was in a yellow jockstrap, or something that was pretty similar to a
jock. His ass was framed perfectly and his bulge was prominent. Just like
there had been for the first pair of go-go boys, the crowd cheered as Jake
an the other guy started moving to the beat. I even heard a few guys shout
Jake's name, as if trying to get his attention. Whether he heard them or
not, I couldn't tell. But one thing I could tell, even from a short
distance away, was that my son was happy. The smile on his face wasn't one
anyone could fake. His eyes were bright and excited, and as his eyes darted
around the room it was clear to me that he liked having all the eyes on
him, in that moment. Jake had never been shy, but he had also rarely been
one to make himself the center of attention. At least tonight, he reveled
in it.

I noticed that Marissa was looking at me as I stared at my son. I suddenly
turned to her and her amused smile became a bawdy laugh.

"Come on, pops, lets go get your boy some tips!" she said, and grabbed my
free hand as we navigated back to Brent and Susan with our drinks. As a
group of four, we closed the rest of the distance and stepped to the edge
of Jake's platform. He was crouched down, engaged with a few guys grouped
at the side of the platform to our right. Several of their hands were on
Jake, either slipping some bills into the top of his jock pouch, feeling
his chest and abs, or running his thighs and outer ass. I could see Jake
whispering something in one guy's ear, and the guy's eyebrows raised in
response. That same guy moved his hand a little further back and I saw his
fingers move toward the inside of Jake's ass cheek, maybe even teasing at
my son's hole a little.

Jake slowly backed away to stand back up and a few of the guys looked
disappointed. At that point, Jake's head turned and he noticed the four of
us standing there. Susan and Marissa both reached out a hand holding a five
dollar bill. Jake and I made eye contact for a few moments and I was taken
aback by the playful look he gave me. It was charged and seductive, in a
way that I had never seen my son be.

He treated us to a few slow turns as he gyrated in time to the dance music,
moving his hips and ass and seemingly flexing every muscle, showing off his
whole body. Gradually he moved a bit closer and allowed the ladies to slip
their tips into the sides of his waistband. He turned around and they both
took generous gropes of his bouncing ass cheeks. The ladies stepped aside
and I realized Brent and I were "up". Brent already had money in his hand
and I quickly fished into my pocket for my own cash. That action made my
pants tighter and I noticed that my cock was as hard as ever, still
throbbing. That cockring doing its job, I thought to myself.

Brent's hand reached out and instead of tucking the bill into Jake's
waistband I saw that he pulled on Jake's hip a little. In response, Jake
crouched down to bring his face closer to us, like he had been to the group
of guys a few minutes before.

"Looking good, Jake!" I heard Brent yell, in order to be heard over the
music.

"Damn right, son!" I added. I didn't think it was possible but Jake's face
got even brighter. I could tell he liked having my approval, and Brent's
too. Even thought he knew he had it, this was a new moment for us. Me
seeing him in his element, enjoying the attention of lots of men (and to a
lesser degree, some women).

Jake leaned in, still moving to the music, and said to both of us "I'm so
glad you guys came tonight! This is awesome."

I noticed Brent's had move from Jake's waist and disappear behind my
son. Was Brent groping my Jake's ass? His hand returned a second later,
empty. He must have tucked his tip under one of Jake's ass straps. I moved
my hand forward, intending to tuck my own tip into the waistband of his
jock. I noticed I had pulled a twenty out of my pocket but didn't care in
the slightest, of course.

As I reached out, Jake leaned in to speak closer to my ear. He grabbed my
upper arm to steady himself and this caused that arm to stiffen up in
response. My hand with the twenty in it went low and I basically ended up
with Jake's whole pouch in my hand, for a brief moment. The softness of his
balls pressed into part of my hand and I could also feel the hardness of
his cock. It had been clear when we approached that he was partially erect
in the jock, but now I could tell he was probably close to full mast in
there. I had noticed the previous dancers with obvious erections too. I'm
sure it didn't hurt their tips and it certainly gave the patrons something
else to see and grab. As my fingers slid the bill into the side of his
pouch, I felt how smooth his sack was.

All that had happened in about a second and a half, but for some reason
time seemed to stretch out. For a moment all I could hear was the loud
music, all I could see was the flashing lights and Jake's face coming
toward me, and all I could feel was the fabric of his jock and the weight
of his cock and balls on my hand. Well, I could also still feel my own cock
throbbing.

Jake leaned in to say in my ear "I love you, dad."

My response was automatic and heartfelt "I love you too, son."

The moment was certainly unlike anything I had ever experienced before. So
wild and full of sexual charge, but also so intimate and personal.

Then he stood up, gave me a final look and perfect smile, and resumed his
dancing, directing his gaze at the next crop of admirers on the opposite
side of the platform. He certainly looked just as good walking away, as the
expression goes. I must have stood and stared at his ass longer than I
thought, because suddenly I felt Brent's hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Tom," I heard him shout over the music. "Let's go get a breath of
fresh air." I turned my head to meet Brent's gaze and he had a knowing look
on his face. I knew he had seen me staring at my son's ass. And probably
saw my hand on my son's bulge too. And maybe it was all the drinks in me,
or maybe I was just feeling less inhibited in general, but at the moment I
didn't care.

His hand moved to grip my upper arm and he pulled me toward him as he and
the girls moved toward one of the stairwells to the upstairs area. We
elbowed our way out onto the balcony and only then did I realize how
overheated I was. My shirt was stuck to my body in a few places and my
forehead was dripping.

"Damn, that breeze feels nice," Brent said as the four of us settled into a
corner, standing close since it was still crowded.

"This is when bare legs and shoulders come in handy," said Susan, referring
to the revealing dresses that both she and Marissa wore. We all chuckled
and Brent grabbed a couple bottles of water from a server dressed in little
more than a g-string. I noticed he had plenty of tips tucked into his
pouch, and many of the guys were openly palming his ass cheeks and running
fingers up and down his well-defined six pack as he maneuvered through the
crowd on the balcony. Sipping from the water bottle, I realized that I was
pretty drunk and settling down outside for a bit was a good idea.

We could chat more out here and the conversation drifted from how packed
the club was (very), how hot Jake looked up on the block dancing (even
Brent nodded in agreement as the ladies gushed about my son's tight body),
and how much fun we were still going to have that night. I knew I was
looking forward to later, and the thought caused my cock to pulse. I was
never totally soft due to the cockring, and the sensation still kept me at
a constant low-level of horniness. Marissa slowly unbuttoning most of my
shirt brought that level up a little higher.

We talked for ten or fifteen minutes, cooled off and ordered another round
of drinks. Marissa was playing with my chest hair a little, on and off. I
was enjoying rubbing her bare leg with my fingers lightly. Very buzzed and
very turned on, I was enjoying myself quite a bit. I realized I had to piss
and excused myself to wander back into the club. I descended the stairs
down to the main dancefloor level and started heading toward the bathroom I
had already used several times previously that night. Halfway there I ran
into Kevin, who greeted me with a hug. He had a drink in his hand, and
clearly several more in him, and he looked like he was headed up the stairs
I had just come from.

We talked a moment and both agreed that Jake had looked great up on the
stage. Kevin mentioned that Jake would be performing again later, not long
before the club closed and that we should stay. I said that'd probably be
what happened, but his dad and the ladies had a say in it too. Kevin just
winked at me and said he'd talk to them, and I told him where he could find
them.

"Tom!" Kevin said, as we started to part ways. I looked back at him. "If
you're going to the bathroom you should use the downstairs one. There's
usually less of a line." He gestured toward a far corner of the club as he
said it, and then he vanished into the sea of people as he made his way to
the stairs. I looked over at where I had been headed and indeed there was a
line of about 10 guys waiting for an open single-person bathroom.

I headed to where Kevin had pointed and saw a door leading to a steep
staircase. The small downstairs area of the club had another small bar that
wasn't open, a few chairs and sofas occupied by guys sitting and staring at
their phones, and one couple making out pretty feverishly. The whole area
was dimly lit, about like the rest of the cub really, and i noticed hallway
leading to the men's restroom. This place had two urinals and two
stalls. One of the urinals had a plastic bag covering it, clearly out of
order. And the other had a big bear of a man who had just sauntered up to
it. I took a few steps and walked around to get to the doors of the
stalls. Out of habit I went to the furthest one back. The door opened
outward and as I and pulled it toward me I caught my breath in surprise.

Since the stall had not been locked I expected it to be empty, but it
wasn't. Three guys had managed to wedge themselves into the stall. with one
in the back left corner and another one in the front corner just to the
right of me. The guy near me was shirtless and had his pants down around
his thighs, but the guy in the back corner had an unbuttoned shirt still
on. In between them was the third guy, who I realized was taking both their
cocks. His ass was up against the guy in the back, who was obviously
fucking his ass. The middle guy's mouth was around the shirtless guy's
cock. All of them were holding on to parts of the stall or each other to
keep a steady rhythm.

After a second of shock I had a new one. I realized the guy in the middle
was my son.

Jake's eyes were closed and he was clearly focused on what his body was
doing. The shirtless guy's cock was basically all the way in his mouth,
with my son's nose right at the guys trimmed-short pubes. Jake himself was
in a jockstrap, the same yellow one he had worn on stage. I could hear them
all breathing heavy, and suddenly the muted thumping of the dance music
seemed even further away. My head was swimming a little bit and I don't
know how much time passed. Probably only second or two. I remember having
the oddest thought, about their positioning. Both the guys seemed
balls-deep in Jake and yet neither of them had any room to back up
more. How did they get into the position in the first place? How could they
even pull out later?

The odd thought was swept away when the guy next to me finally looked
over. The three of them hadn't even noticed the stall door open, it
seemed. Or maybe they just didn't care? He was probably a little younger
than me.

"He's so hot buddy...and so fuckin good." He looked at me with a dirty
smile, but I could also tell he was pretty wasted. "If you want a turn
you'll have to wait until Ty and I are done with him..." He suddenly was
overcome by something and closed his eyes, moaning slightly and leaning his
head back.

The guy fucking Jake looked about fifty, with lots of graying chest
hair. Even after the other guy spoke, he didn't look up, seeming intently
focused on gripping my son's waist and pushing in and out as much as he
could in the tight corner. Just then, Jake's eyes opened and he looked up
at me.

I'm not sure what all he felt. I think I saw surprise and a moment of fear
show in his eyes. Then something else. Probably calm, as he saw that I
wasn't reacting with any alarm. Really, I had just been standing there
taking in what I was seeing. These guys were using my son, taking him at
both ends. Jake was clearly into it. They weren't holding him down or
forcing anything. Jake had one hand on the shirtless guy's leg to keep
himself steady. Looking into Jake's eyes while his mouth and throat were
being filled with a fairly thick cock -- it was extremely intense and I'm
not sure if I let out a breath the whole time. I wasn't sure what to do,
and then Jake's eyes changed, he looked like he was almost starting to
daydream, and then his eyes closed again. The intensity of his own
movements picked up and I realized he was getting back to work. Maybe
literally? I wondered if these guys were paying him.

I just stood there and watched. I didn't know what else to do. For the
moment, my need to urinate had vanished. In fact, my cock was fully hard
and almost felt like it would bust out of my pants. The older guy behind
Jake would let out a "fuck yeah" or something similar every so often. The
guy next to me seemed fixated on running his fingers through Jake's hair,
pulling is hair a little and moving his head around. His hand sometimes
felt along the side of Jake's neck. I realized that I could almost see the
movement of the guy's cock if I stared at my son's throat. Jake opened his
eyes twice more for a few seconds. Always staring up at me. Then he'd close
them again.

"Buddy," said the guy next to me, causing my eyes to leave Jake
reluctantly. "Hey, will you get some shots of this for us?"

Something poked at my arm and I saw that he was trying to hand me his
phone. I looked down and took it, by reflex more than anything else. It was
open to the camera. I realized what he meat.

"I wanna remember this pussy boy. So fuckin sweet. I haven't seen anyone
take Ty's cock like that in a long time." They guy wasn't even looking at
me as he was talking, and probably didn't care if I was listening. He
seemed lost in the feelings of pleasure.

Was I really going to do this? Fuck. Why not, right? I'm nothing if not a
gentleman.

I moved the phone to my left hand and leaned sideways to get a picture of
Ty fucking my son. Ty seemed to notice and I think he slowed down a
little. I snapped a few shots of his cock inside my son's ass, one was an
extreme close up. Then I pivoted and moved the camera to point at Jake's
face and mouth. I was trying to hold my hand still and capture the image
when Jake's eyes opened again. Something was different and I was frozen for
a second. Maybe it was because I was seeing his face on the screen, but his
eyes looked so alive and urgent. He almost looked like an animal. It was
pure lust and sexuality. But he was looking right at the camera too. At me.

My thumb moved to take the photos even as I felt something happen to my
cock. No one was touching it but it felt like it somehow got harder than
ever before. I know I felt some precum make its way out. Jake closed his
eyes again and the moment was over. The most intense of a rapid series of
intense moments. Again I suddenly felt my head swimming and realized how
much I'd had to drink.

I had never felt anything so intense as what had just happened. I wanted to
remember how it felt. And somehow that need became an impulse. I saw that
the shirtless guy wasn't watching me. Satisfied that I was documenting his
tryst, he had lost himself in pleasure again and was moaning even loader
than before. So I quickly looked back through the images I had taken and
texted several of them to myself. And I'm not sure why, but then I texted
the same ones to Kevin as well.

I deleted both recipients from the guy's message history and just then he
opened his eyes, perhaps remembering I still had his phone. He took it back
and muttered a thanks. Then he gave me a look that wasn't angry but clearly
telegraphed that it would be okay if I stepped away now.

Realizing I couldn't stand there forever, I backed up a few steps and
slowly guided the door back to its closed position. Jake hadn't opened his
eyes since I had taken his picture. But I knew he'd be okay. I looked
around for a second, my heart still racing. I remembered I had come in to
take a piss, and walked a few steps to the now-unoccupied urinal. My mind
was still replaying what I had just seen as I went through the automatic
motions of getting my dick out of my pants. As I touched my swollen cock I
became much more aware of how turned on I really was, with the touch of my
fingers to the shaft sending a shock through me.

Just then I heard a voice grunting loudly, and I recognized it as Ty, the
guy who was fucking Jake. The noises he was making changed and I realized
he was cumming. He was releasing his load deep in my son's ass, just a few
feet away from me. In a toilet stall in the bathroom of a gay nightclub. I
was hearing my son get fucked. Everything I had just seen kept replaying in
my mind. And before I realized what was happening, I was shooting my load
too.

Standing at the urinal, holding my dick like I was going to take a piss, I
felt thick spurts of semen shooting out at hitting the porcelain
surface. My eyes were closed while I felt my orgasm roll over me, and I was
seeing Jake's mouth and ass full of cock. And those eyes, and how they
looked on the phone screen as I took his picture.

My climax was fast, I was opening my eyes while Ty was still lost in his
last few moans and random curse words. With that sudden clarity that
sometimes follows an drunken orgasm, I felt the need to head back
upstairs. Relief for my full bladder had immediately followed my previous
emission, and in another minute I was zipping up and did the quickest hand
wash of all time. The sounds from the stall suggested that Jake was still
hard at work on the cock that was in his mouth. I wasn't bothered by what I
had seen. But for some reason I just didn't want to be there when they all
emerged from the stall. Maybe I wanted to keep the intensity of seeing Jake
like that as a contained image, not colored by some awkward aftermath with
all of us standing there.

I made my way up the narrow staircase back to the main floor, and then up
the next set of stairs and back out to the balcony. Brent, Susan and
Marissa were still there, laughing about something as I approached. Kevin
was nowhere to be seen, which was fine with me. I wasn't sure when he'd see
the texts and had started to wonder if that had been a bad decision on my
part. Why had I done that?

I rejoined the others and grabbed a water off the bar. I drank three
quarters of it before setting the glass down. Susan slapped me playfully
and said something about filling the empty tank back up. Brent leaned in
and filled me in on what had been planned in my absence.

"I figure we'll be ready to head out pretty soon. Last call is coming
up. But Kevin said there's some big finale show or something and that we
should stay to check it out."

The girls cheered in response to what he said and clinked their glasses
together. Brent looked at me quizzically, half smiling.

"You gonna be alright, Tom?" he asked. Maybe he was concerned I was getting
tired or too inebriated, but there seemed to be some other meaning lurking
in his tone.

All I knew is that if I was going to get through some kind of finale, I
would probably need at least one more drink. So I got one.

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