Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2017 13:34:17 -0700 From: Michael Birch Subject: On the road to hell This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales are entirely coincidental. If you are offended by homosexual acts or incest please stop now. This work is the intellectual property of the author, and is thereby owned exclusively by the author and cannot be copied, republished, or used in any way without the author's written consent. Copyright2017 Michael Birch I hope you enjoy this work. If you have any comments or concerns please let me know.maricopaman777@gmail.com Nifty is a great benefit to our community. Please consider a donation to help them continue to serve us. http://donate.org/donate.html On the Road to Hell I was sure it would be the best year ever. I had graduated from elementary school. The summer was unusually beautiful and most days I had ridden my new bicycle the two miles down to the lake. Swimming and playing with my buddies had been so great. Now I had started seventh grade. I was so excited. Most of my friends from elementary school were here along with three of my best buddies from Sunday school who had attended a different elementary school. We were issued lockers for our books and coats. Every hour we got to change classrooms and exchange new, exciting revelations with our friends. We got to eat in the cafeteria, no more brown bags. Spaghetti and green beans the first day along with a carton of my favorite chocolate milk. Fifth period I had gym class on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I had a brand new gym bag filled with my new navy gym shorts, new high-tops and athletic socks and, new to me, a jock strap. The last item was very confusing to me. The beige stretchy fabric cupped my penis and balls and the two straps ran up between my legs to the waistband. No covering for my ass. Very strange. The coach showed us the huge gym, swimming pool, athletic field, nurse's office and assigned us our own gym locker. It was a totally new experience. Day two was just as exciting. I loved all of my teachers. My friends were scattered through my various classes. Fifth period on Tuesdays and Wednesdays was study hall in the library. I was amazed. I was sure every book ever printed was contained on the rows of shelves. I knew I would have no trouble maintaining my straight A average with so many great reference works. Lunch hour I gathered with my friends and we talked like little girls. Everything was fantastic. I got up Wednesday morning, very excited to start my day. I gulped my breakfast, said goodbye to my family and ran the short two blocks to school. The day started out just like the last two. The school bustled with over nine hundred students, all scurrying from class to class. Fifth period I ran to the gym. I pulled out my gym bag and started pulling out my new clothing. My friend Steve stopped me. "We have swimming class first quarter. You don't need those." It was at that exact moment the coach came in and blew his whistle. "OK gentlemen. You have five minutes to get to the pool." I started to raise my hand to object. I hadn't brought a swimsuit. Another boy beat me to the punch. The coach explained that due to sanitary concerns swimsuits weren't allowed. Everyone was expected to go skinny. What? Well, it wasn't a concern to me. Summers, at family gatherings, we boys would run down to the pond and go skinny-dipping. I loved swimming naked. I pulled off my polo and unbuttoned my jeans pushing them down. I kicked off my shoes and removed the pants and underwear. I looked around the locker room. Some of the boys were rather shy about being naked. My friend Steve was at the locker next to mine. Over the summer, I had started getting hair on my scrotum and around my cock. I probably had half a dozen hairs around each of my nipples. I looked at Steve as he undressed. His chest had a light covering of soft brown hair. His stomach was similarly coated and he had a magnificent bush surrounding his cock. Wow. His cock was eight inches long, uncut and quite thick. I envied him the way it hung over his balls. My own cock was only three inches long soft and receded into the puckered foreskin. I noticed that most of the guys had dicks similar to mine. The coach went into his office, removed his sweatshirt and was pulling off his sweat pants as I ran up the stairs to the pool. The boys were grouped along the pool. I had never been swimming in a pool. The water was so clear and blue. It was an Olympic-sized pool; I couldn't wait to get in. Steve and I took spots close to the center. I looked at the gathering. I saw Jamie Cohen at the far end of the pool. He lived down the block from us in a big brick house. His father was our insurance agent. I stared at his gorgeous body. His curly black hair covered his chest; a patch of hair surrounded his navel and continued in a thin trail to his thick bush. I know his penis had to be at least eleven inches long. It was slender and hung like a sausage over the furry scrotum. Another boy was close to him. That boy had blonde hair covering the lower two-thirds of his chest. He also had respectable growth around his nine inch uncut cock. The other boys had varying degrees of new hair, mostly small dicks and slender bodies. I kept marveling at so many naked boys in one place. The coach came up and blew his whistle. He was magnificent. Rippling muscles, his big pecs covered in golden brown hair. His turquoise and white striped Speedo had a thick rod bulging to the right over huge balls pulled up tight under it. I was in love. Steve punched my arm. Damn it hurt. I glared at him and he motioned his head toward my penis. Horror! I noticed some of the boys were giggling as I looked at my seven inches pointing straight out. The large rounded head was as red as I knew my face must be. I quickly pushed it down with both palms. I looked at Steve who was grinning wildly. The coach blew his whistle again. "Men, we're diving into the pool, line up on the side." We all moved into a line on the side of the pool. I glanced down the line and saw other guys were looking my way. "Hands over your head like this." He placed one hand over the other and raised his arms over his head. The minute I raised my arms my cock poked straight out again. I glanced over at Steve and noticed his cock wasn't exactly soft either. I was so relieved when he blew the whistle and everyone dove in. Humiliated, I was comforted by the cover of the water. Steve swam up from under me, grabbing my hard cock he pulled me under the water. I rebounded, reaching the surface gulping for air. "You fucker." He covered his ears. "What would Reverend Day think!" Yeah, that had slipped out. I wasn't one to cuss. The other boys swam quickly, their naked bodies appearing briefly in turns and dives. Luckily, swimming laps and the short time doing dives kept my erection at bay. Too soon, the hour was up and we had to head for the showers. The coach stood at the entrance to the showers telling us how important it was to get all of the chlorine off our bodies and out of our hair. I scurried in and turned on a shower. Seeing all of the naked boys had gotten me excited again. I showered quickly, noticing the other boys were all looking at my dick and talking to each other. I got my towel and headed to my locker. Steve was already there. "Nice boner." "Shut up. I can't help it." "They're calling you homo." "They're stupid." I wrapped my towel around me and unlocked the door. I quickly pulled my clothes out, pulling my briefs up over my still-hard dick. The coach went into his office. He pushed off the Speedo. His heavy cock fell over the low-hanging balls. It was uncut and a beautiful tan color. He didn't have a tan line at all. I watched as he moved into his shower. His bubble butt covered in blonde hair like his chest. His upper back had a patch of blonde hair under each rib cage. I pulled on my pants, struggling to get my hard rod tucked in. Steve was watching me and winked as I ran out, pulling on my polo. Fuck him. Last period was longer than I could hope for. I noticed several of the boys from my gym class where talking to some of the girls. They all were watching me. So embarrassing. I imagined that the whole school would hear about my hard dick. After school, I hurried home. I ran up to my room and got undressed. Pulling on some shorts and a t-shirt, I quickly knelt by my bed and prayed that there wouldn't be any repeats of today's apocalypse. Sitting at my desk, my books in front of me, I started crying. I was so humiliated. What would my parents think if they heard, and they most certainly would? I sat there, dejected, for two hours until my mom called us down to supper. "Have you been crying?" "No." "Why are your eyes red?" "They were itching, I rubbed them." "Let me take a look." I sat at the table. "No. Leave me alone." My dad slapped the back of my head as he walked to his seat. "You apologize to your mother right now young man." "I'm sorry mom." He looked at me as he sat down. "Now, what's wrong? Did something happen at school?" "No. Forget about it. Nothing's wrong." "You know you can talk to us, Dave." My mom placed the hot dish on the table and sat down. We all prayed for our supper. I prayed again that my penis would behave. After supper, I ran upstairs. I stripped off my clothes and sat staring at my books. I had homework that wasn't finished, but I couldn't get today's ordeal out of my mind. I started crying again. Finally, I got up, knelt by the bed, and started praying again. To add insult to injury, my dick got hard while I was praying. Finally, I gave up and got in bed. I tossed and turned all night. The short time I finally did sleep, I had a wet dream about the coach and woke up in sticky wet sheets. Shit. Nothing changed the next three weeks. Every time I had gym class, my cock was hard the entire time. I figured if I didn't look at the other boys it wouldn't happen. Fail. I knew they were there, naked, their shiny bodies begging me to watch and touch them. I was a sodomite. Our preacher and my Sunday school teacher had both expounded on the evils of men lusting after men. The devil had control of my body and I couldn't get him to leave well enough alone. I kept praying. I wanted to touch other naked boys. I prayed more. Before I started school this year, I had never even considered that I might be a homo. Why? The thoughts kept creeping in from the corners of my consciousness. Steve and Terry were the only two of my friends who would still talk to me. They were both in my Sunday school class and lived on the other side of town. Wednesday night I feigned illness so I wouldn't have to go to church. I knew everybody probably had already heard about the blasphemer in their midst. The horny boy who lusted for penis. I ran up to my room immediately after dinner. I'm afraid I slammed my bedroom door as I entered. I stripped of my clothes and threw them in the corner. I sat at my desk naked. I stared at my books. They laughed at me. I couldn't cry anymore. My dick got hard, taunting me. I pushed it down, raised it up. I loved how it looked when it was hard. I heard the car doors close and my mother's car left. A few minutes later there was a knock at my door. "Dave," my dad said as he pushed the door open. He walked in looking at me. I pushed my penis between my legs. He pulled up a chair as he walked over to me. "What's wrong son?" "Nothing dad." "Don't lie to me Dave. You ran up here and slammed the door. That's not like you. You're getting D's and F's on your schoolwork. You're moody and not taking calls from your friends. I know something is up. Spill it." I looked over at him. I could tell there was genuine concern on his face. "Dad." I stopped. I couldn't bear to tell my dad I was a sodomite, a homo. I shook my head. "I can't" "It's just you and me. If it's that bad, you have to tell someone. I won't tell your mother or anyone else." "Dad, I can't. I don't want you to be ashamed of me." "Ashamed? Never. You're my son, it can't be that bad." He bent close and put his arm over my shoulder. I felt glad for the touch. If for no other reason, I knew I wasn`t alone. "I'm a homo." I didn't want to look at him, but I knew there was going to be shock on his face. "You mean you're gay? Son, you're going through puberty. You have hormones raging through your body making it do things you don't want it to. It doesn't mean you're gay." "Yes dad. I am. I'm a sodomite. I'm going to hell. I've prayed and prayed and I keep having the same feelings. In gym class I see naked boys and the coach and I want to touch them. I want to hold their penises. I want to feel their naked bodies." He moved closer to me. I jumped up from my chair and tried to run to the door. He grabbed my wrist. Standing, he pulled me over to the bed, sitting next to me. He stroked the hair on my head. "Listen to me. You're not a homo. You're twelve. You're curious. Things like this happen to all boys. Believe me, you're not the only one going through this. This is very embarrassing for me, but I want to tell you something. I've never told anyone else, not even your mother. When I was your age, my penis got hard all the time. Your Uncle Bill was a year older than me. His dick was getting hard too. We started jacking off and sucking each other. When we got older, we found girlfriends and didn't do it anymore. It`s just a phase. It will probably pass." "What's jacking off?" I looked at him, confused. Even more confusing was him telling me he had seen Uncle Bill's hard cock. "You know masturbation. You masturbate right?" He made a stroking motion with his hand. "I don't know what that is. I touch my penis. It feels good." It was so embarrassing; my dick was getting hard again. My dad was going to see it. He took my hand and curled my fingers, touching them to my thumb. He moved it down and pushed it over my hard penis. He slid my hand up and down. "That's jacking off. You keep doing that until you cum. You know, when your penis shoots sperm out. It feels good doesn't it?" He removed his hand and watched as I continued to stroke. He was righ. It did feel good. I had enjoyed looking at my hard-on and touching it the last year. I loved how it grew so much and stuck straight up. "Yes, it feels really good." I looked at him and he was smiling. He watched me for another minute, and then stood up. He pulled off his t-shirt and pushed off his jeans. I'd always loved seeing my dad naked. He was muscular, a throwback to his days playing football I imagined. His chest was covered in curly, thick hair just like the coaches. I looked at the eight-inch cock as it swelled and stood out above his large hairy balls. His right hand dropped under his balls and he lifted them. I was amazed. I had never thought about my dad touching himself like that. He then took his left hand and started stroking his dick as he sat next to me. He switched hands on his dick, put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me back on the bed. "See, that's not so bad. We'll masturbate together." We watched each other as we stroked our cocks. I loved seeing his thick veined rod, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the head. I had never imagined doing something like this with another person. It was my dad, looking at my hard penis, and I watching him pleasure himself. He pulled me closer and turned my face to his. Pressing his lips to mine, he slid his huge tongue into my mouth. Prodding and plying with it, running it over my teeth and gums. My tongue reacted, licking his. He kissed me for several minutes then pulled back. "That's French kissing. My tongue is simulating a cock in your mouth. When you lick my tongue, it's like you're licking my penis." He started kissing me again. I could feel my dick throbbing in my hand. It felt so damn good I knew this was what I must have wanted to do with the coach. Feeling his tongue penetrating the depths of my mouth and imaging it was his cock made me more excited. I also noticed the roughness of his chin as he kissed me. The day's growth of beard prickling my soft skin. He dropped his dick and moved over me, taking my cock in his mouth. He slid up and down the shaft slowly until I felt my balls pull up and I knew I was shooting in his mouth. It felt just like when I had wet dreams at night. He licked my penis slowly, sucking up every bit of my sperm and swallowing it. He ran his fingers over my tight balls. He grinned as he started stroking his dick again. I knew I wanted to have his dick in my mouth. I'd had his tongue. I wanted the real thing. I slid down the bed, licking the monster. I managed to only get a third of it in my mouth until my tongue had lubricated it enough to slide further in. I copied what he had done to me. My mouth moving up and down on the thick meat. My tongue licked him, savoring the salty taste of his skin. "Take your mouth off. I'm going to cum." I kept up the motion. He was moaning and I watched as his balls pulled up. "Dave, I'm going to cum." He tried to push my face off, but I was determined. He started squirting stream after stream into my mouth. It was filling up and starting to come out of my nose. The salty, slightly bitter fluid had engulfed me. "Swallow, Dave. Swallow it." It was hard to swallow with his dick filling my mouth. I slid off and swallowed repeatedly. I went back down and licked his cock again as it got soft. Oh, I was smitten. If this was what being gay was about I was in. I couldn't get enough. I felt his balls and stroked his dick, not wanting to let go. "Thank you son. That felt so great. Now you know what I meant. If you masturbate every night, your dick won't get hard as often." He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. We laid there for half an hour. I couldn't resist running my hands over his chest, the coarse hair between my fingers. Running my hand over his face, feeling the bristle of his beard was exciting. I leaned over and took his scrotum in my hands, rolling his balls between my fingers, pulling it, delighting in the size and weight. I licked his shaft again, pulling back the foreskin and running the head between my lips. I could feel my penis getting hard again. He pulled me up onto his chest. "Fuck my mouth." His hands cupped my ass as he guided me between his lips. I slowly ran my dick in and out, feeling the tingling from the pressure. My balls dragged over his furry chest adding to the excitement. "I'm going to cum." I told him. I knew he was jerking his meat as his mouth took me. I exploded in his mouth a second time and I felt streams of warm cum hit my back and ass. He licked my dick clean again. I slid down and licked the drizzle from his dick and stomach. He reached around swiping the dripping cum from my back and eating it. "We had better go in the shower before the girls get home." He guided me to the bathroom. We showered together for the first time ever. He massaged my body and cock with the soap and his large hands. I was in awe as I soaped his hairy torso, rubbed his cock and balls between my palms. We kissed as we rinsed off. He dried me with his towel and then smacked my ass. "Don't tell anyone." "I won't dad. Thank you." I couldn't sleep at all. I kept going over the sensations that I had just experienced. Yes, I was a homo. I loved feeling my dad's body, sucking his cock. I knew that I wanted to do it with other men. My routine changed. I jacked off every morning before getting out of bed. After lunch, I ran to the bathrooms and stroked again. Heading home after school, I couldn't wait to feel the ecstasy of my dick between my fingers. Most nights I beat off again before going to sleep. It certainly helped with my predicament. I found I could control my dick more easily. I'm not saying it worked all of the time, but it certainly helped. I also noticed that my body hair was filling in more and my balls were getting bigger. The soft fuzz on my scrotum had filled out, my pubes now more respectably covered. I attributed this to the cum. I would take my hand and rub the sperm over my chest and stomach to fertilize the newly minted hairs. Sometimes I would sleep that way. The week before fall break, I began thinking how much I missed the boys seeing my hard-on. One day I rushed to the shower first. I started the water and stared at the other boys as they showered. My cock got hard instantly. The others noticed and were staring at me. I knew they were thinking I was queer. I didn't care. I couldn't help but notice that some of the other boys were getting hard watching me. That made me more determined to stay in the shower as long as I could. I wanted them to see my magnificent appendage. I knew that some of them might even want to touch me. Jamie Cohen was the last one to shower. He stood with his arms over his head, holding on to the showerhead. I imagined that he was enjoying me devouring his gorgeous body. No one else was in there, so I reached down and held my cock in my hand, waving it at him. His penis was definitely responding, hard to believe that it could actually get bigger. When it was half-way to horizontal he turned around. He lathered his body slowly and kept turning to see if I was still watching him. Rinsing off, he stopped next to me and took my hand. He led me to the boy's bathroom where he stood on the toilet seat and pulled my face up to his dick. Hell yes. My hungry mouth opened, my tongue licking the bottom of the shaft as it slid in. He held my head as he pumped my mouth with his enormous tool. I felt his hairy chest and ran my hand over his face. Just like my dad, a bit of bristle on his chin. Three minutes at the max and he was groaning, the sperm shooting into my mouth. He stepped off the toilet and slapped my hard dick. I loved every little second his penis was in my mouth. I wanted to touch his furry ass as he walked out. I sat on the toilet and stroked my dick, shooting my load on my chest and stomach. I rubbed the sperm over my torso. I made love to my body with Jamie's memory in my mind. Finally, I stood, and then opened the door. Steve was standing at the sinks. He was already dressed and combing his hair. "You know he's not gay." I smiled. "I don't care. His cock is gay, his cum is gay." He pulled me over to him. "You want gay. Come over to my house tomorrow after school. You can suck me and I'll do the same for you." "Are you a sodomite?" I grinned, knowing he knew I was thinking of our Sunday school teacher Mr. Kelly. He loved dragging out the word sodomite and showing his derision for those that would suck another man's cock. Honestly, if Mr. Kelly were to appear naked before me, I'd suck his dick too. "I'm a cock sucker. Like I said, come home with me tomorrow, my parents will be in Florida." I noticed that some of my cum had gotten on his black jeans. I knelt down and licked it. He pulled me back up and kissed me. "You won't be sorry." I raced in and got dressed. I left the cum on my body and let it dry. I was sure everyone would be able to smell it in my next class, but I didn't care. After school, I walked home slowly. I was imaging myself naked with Steve. He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. He was taller than I; I loved his big dick and hairy chest. I could imagine his big balls in my mouth. At breakfast, I told my mother that a friend was going to help me with my algebra after school. I hoped she would be OK with me going. I told her it was Steve. She knew him from church, so she agreed. During study hall that day, I was wandering the bookshelves. To my surprise, there were medical books there with photos of naked men. They were all very technical, some of the photos the men had obvious ugly medical conditions, but I concentrated at looking at their penises and balls. If they had cancer or some other malady, it was of no consequence to me. I was wondering what other treasures the library held for a perv like me. Pictures of naked men. Wow! Finally, the day was over and I met Steve by the back door. Several of our classmates saw us together and called us queers. Steve lived on the other side of town. His parents were wealthy. Their home was beautifully furnished and quite a bit larger than ours. We went upstairs to his bedroom. Actually, it had been his brother's bedroom, but it was much nicer than his, so he took it over when his brother joined the Marines. We put our books on the desk and he immediately pulled me over. He started kissing me and unbuttoning my shirt. "Here, let me do that. It will be faster if we get naked first." He watched as I finished undressing. His clothes were on the floor before mine. The magnificent cock stood ready for action. We sat on the bed and kissed. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on his penis, so I bent down and swallowed it whole. "Let's sixty-nine," he said as he slid up on the bed. "What's that?" "You don't know what sixty-nine is? Geez. It's when two guys suck each other at the same time. You lay that way, I lay the other way and we suck each other's cocks." "Oh, OK." I turned around and laid down facing his dick. I felt his warm mouth immediately take me in. I couldn't believe I had another boys cock in my mouth. A hairy boy. He wasn't like the skinny hairless boys in class. He was more like a man. His cock filled my mouth. His scrotum was so hairy and his balls were enormous to me. There was a noise of a car door slamming, so I stopped sucking him and sat up. "My parents are gone. It's probably the neighbors. He resumed sucking my penis and I laid back to take him. Two minutes later, there were heavy footsteps on the stairs and the bedroom door creaked open. "Fucking little fag. You sucking cock again?" He smiled and made a stroking motion with his hand. "What's up bro? You got a gay boyfriend?" A very handsome young man in a Marine uniform was standing looking at us. The tight uniform showed a nice bulge in the crotch area. His chest was massive, his arms likewise well muscled. My cock shrank as he pulled off his belt and tie. Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled it off. I could see the texture of the mat of hair under his t-shirt. He pulled the undershirt over his head revealing a gorgeous field of curly blonde hair. "Get out of my room Ed." Steve grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Sorry butt-fuck. You forget, it's still my room. You're just a squatter. Ed continued to undress. He pushed off the shiny brown shoes, his beige socks and then dropped his pants. A ten-inch cock dropped out of the opening in the boxer shorts. He pushed those off also. Nice furry balls identical to Steve's emerged. He walked over to the bed, kneeling in front of me, his dick an inch from my mouth. "You want to suck a real man?" Steve jumped up; he hit his brother on the head with his fist. "Get out fucker. Leave us alone." He looked at me. "Tell him Dave, we're having fun by ourselves." I didn't want to admit it to Steve, but honestly, I was really much more interested in his brother. I didn't have a chance to answer. Ed jumped over me and grabbed his brother from behind. He pressed the hard cock between his legs and pulled him back. I could see the head poking out at me. Steve's dick sticking straight out above his brother's. He started kissing his brother's ear and playing with his nipples. "You want my hard cock in your ass, don't you bro?" Steve had begun smiling. His cock still rock hard, both men were facing me. I knew by now that men fucked each other in the ass. I was curious. "Does Ed fuck you Steve?" Steve turned his head and licked his brother's face. "Yes, he's fucked me before. Have you been fucked Dave?" "No. I've heard of it, but I've never seen it done." "You want to watch my brother fuck me while you suck my cock?" I looked at the geometry; it didn't seem likely that I was going to see much if I was sucking his dick. "How am I going to watch if he's behind you and I'm in front?" I was mesmerized by the hairy man and his hairy brother in front of him. I was thinking back to my experience with my dad. Steve was still a boy like me, but his brother was all man. Steve lay on the bed in front of me in our original sixty-nine position. He raised his left leg so I could see between. His brother lay behind him, lubed his cock and slid it quickly into Steve's ass. Steve groaned as the huge weapon impaled him. Ed winked at me as he started pumping his dick in his brother's ass. I took Steve's cock back in my mouth. I could see Ed's legs flexing as he fucked his brother. Steve moaned with each stroke. I guessed that was as good a view as I was going to get. Ed was relentless, shaking the whole bed as he conquered his brother's ass. Steve started sucking me slowly, playing with my balls and rubbing my chest. I ran my left arm over Steve and played with his brother's furry chest. I could see tears well up in Steve's eyes and a few minutes later, he started yelling as he popped off in my mouth. Ed pulled out of the ass and kneeled over us, shooting his load over both of our bodies. Seeing the big cock quivering and shooting sent me over the edge. I hadn't jacked off all day and I knew I was giving Steve a huge load. Licking Steve's cock clean, I rose up and took Ed's dick in my mouth. It tasted sour and smelled like olive oil. His cum was sweet though and I enjoyed eating every bit I could. "You like to eat cum?" Ed asked me. "I love it. I can't get enough. If it were up to me, I would line up twenty men and let them all cum in my mouth." I smiled at the image. A line of hairy naked men, their dicks hard, waiting for my mouth to suck them. Ed lay down, pulling his brother next to him. It was so obvious they were brothers. Ed was so much manlier. He ran his hand over his chest as he looked at me. "Well, at least you have a nice dick. Not like Terry." "Shut up!" Steve scowled at his brother. "Terry? You mean Terry Johnson?" Ed smiled. "From church, Steve's other little fag friend." "Ed, stop it. You weren't supposed to say anything." "Oops, my bad." He looked at me. "You must know Terry right? Little blonde boy. No hair. Tiny dick." It had to be Terry Johnson. That must be why he still talked to me. He was a homo too. Strange, out of ten boys in my Sunday school class, three of us were sodomites. Mr. Kelly would be livid. "So you caught Steve and Terry having sex?" I asked Ed. "Yeah, last summer. It was just before I went to basic. I got out of the shower and I heard noises from Steve's room. When I opened the door I saw Terry giving Steve a blow job." He slapped his brother's chest. "I thought I was the only dick in his life." "Yeah, and it didn't take you ten seconds to drop your towel and show him your dick." "Heh, he liked it didn't he?" Ed sat up and pulled me on top of him. He started kissing me. There it was again. The feel of a beard on my soft face. I think it turned me on as much as sucking cock. "I didn't mind. His penis was only five inches long but that made it easy to suck. I know old Stevie boy here liked it. Terry's spent the night a lot." "You wouldn't know. You weren't here." "Mom told me. She was glad you had such a good friend. If only she knew what you were doing under the blankets." I could feel my dick getting hard against Ed's leg. Steve was rubbing my ass as I kissed his brother. I couldn't believe how quickly I had moved from being horrified at being gay to jumping into bed with brothers. It was kind of strange though. Ed was seven years older than us. He was more like a man. Steve was getting hairy, but still had a boy's stature and mindset. I could feel Ed's cock pressing into my groin. I wondered if he was going to fuck me in the ass like he did his brother. Steve ran his finger into my crack and started fingering my hole. His cock was pressing against his brother's leg and he was dry humping it. He started kissing my arm and his brother's chest. "Heh, Ed. Can we fuck like we did with Terry?" "Sure, if Dave wants to." Ed rolled me off on the bed. He turned around and got on all fours. "You want to fuck my ass Dave?" "I haven't done it before. Steve, will you show me?" "Yes, that's the idea. You're going to fuck Ed; at the same time, I'm going to fuck you. We'll get you started first." I loved the view of Ed's furry ass sticking up in the air. His ass cheeks spread showing his tight pink hole. The hairy scrotum hanging down holding his large balls in front of my face. Steve pulled me up behind his brother. He took a squeeze bottle and rubbed oil on my cock. Leaning over me, he pushed me up to his brother's ass. A well-lubed finger worked into the tight hole and then he guided my dick in while fondling my balls. I couldn't believe my penis was in a man's ass. It felt so good I thought I was going to cum right away. "Just hold still, don't fuck him yet." Steve reached down and rubbed oil in my crack and his finger worked into my ass. It hurt at first, but he worked his finger around loosening me up. I felt his large cock enter me next. Fuck! It was so much bigger than his finger. He pressed it all the way in and then leaned over my back. "I'm going to pull back a little. You start fucking Ed. Be careful you don't come out. When you slide out, my dick will go into your ass. When to go into Ed's ass, my dick will slide out of yours. You're in control. Just fuck Ed nice and slow and your ass will be fucking my dick at the same time." He moved back a bit and then I followed him. It was difficult at first, but I finally got the rhythm. Holding onto Ed's ass, I moved slowly in and out while he stroked his dick. Steve's cock felt so good sliding in and out of my ass. I started sweating from the body heat. I couldn't imagine anything sexier than three guys fucking each other. It didn't take long until I knew I was going to cum. "I'm going to cum." Ed started stroking his dick quickly. Steve was moaning loudly too. "OK, Dave, I'm going to cum." I felt his dick stiffen in my hole as I shot my load. He was jerking and bucking. Ed's cum was shooting onto the bedspread. Oh, hell. I really was a queer. It felt so good having my dick in the ass and shooting my load. Steve pulled out and I could feel his cum running down my balls. I pulled out too. Bending over I licked Ed's ass as my cum drizzled out. Before I could lick it all up, Ed rolled over and I took his wet cock in my mouth sucking the sperm from his shaft and hand. Steve lay next to his brother and I alternated sucking both of them. I knew this was how I wanted to have sex now. I lay down on top of them, kissing their chests and running my face through their hair. We lay there for several minutes, kissing, licking, touching. "We had better go shower. You little fags wore me out." "It's your fault Ed. You're the one who turned me queer." "Little brother. You're the one who snuck into my bedroom that night and started sucking me. It's not my fault." Steve started laughing. "Yeah, I know. I was hoping you wouldn't wake up and catch me. Boy was I stupid." I was smiling from ear to ear. "How old were you Steve?" "I don't know, nine maybe. I just couldn't stand to see him walking around naked in front of me. I knew I had to touch him." "Wow. So you've been doing it all these years? I didn't know you were gay." "I know. Terry and I have been sucking each other for over a year now. You didn't know about him either." Ed grinned. "You three, all in Gene's class, figures." "You mean Mr. Kelly?" I asked. "Well to you. We went to school together. One summer at Bible Camp, we shared a tent. He went down on me like I was a drumstick." "Mr. Kelly sucked your dick?" "Oh, hell yes. I know he's always talking about sodomites to you guys. It's because he wants to suck all of you." Steve turned to me. "So how many guys have you sucked? When did you start?" I didn't know if I should tell him. I mean, here I was with him and his brother, but to tell him I sucked my dad's cock? I was glad I had done it. Maybe I shouldn't hold back. He was my best friend. "Well, I just started. You know I was upset about being a homo. I never thought I was until that first day at swimming. Finally, my dad came to my room to talk to me. I wanted to have sex with a man so bad. So, well, we sucked each other. It made me so happy." Ed's eyes opened wide. "You had sex with your dad?" "Yes, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone. It was just the one time. My dad is so sexy. Not as sexy as you and Steve though." "Well, you've seen our dad. No way would I have sex with him." replied Steve. I had seen their dad. He was quite a bit older than my dad and I'm guessing he weighed at least three hundred pounds. Definitely not sexy. "Well, you have your hot brother. I don't blame you for having sex with him." "What about Jamie Cohen. How many times have you sucked him?" "Just that one time, yesterday. Damn, he has the biggest cock." "Who's Jamie Cohen?" asked Ed. "He's a hot straight guy in our grade. Very hairy, eleven inch cock. I've sucked him a dozen times. He won't suck another guy though," answered Steve. "Heh, if you want to suck cock, join the Marines. My first day there I sucked three guys. Man, everybody is horny as hell. Nobody cares. They suck each other in the showers. Nothing like seeing twenty men lined up naked." Ed smiled. His eyes rolled back as he thought about it. "So are you gay Ed?" "Well, I like sucking cock. I think I might get married some day. Right now, I just take it as it comes. So to speak." He got out of bed. "Let's go shower this jizz off." We followed him to the shower. He was very attentive to both Steve and me. I was having so much fun with these two. I couldn't imagine not having sex with men. We finished up and I got dressed. I felt light as air. "I want to do this again. I had fun. Thank you guys." "Heh, we had fun too. I hope you have lots of sex now that you know you're gay." Ed was flexing for me, rubbing his hands over his body, playing with his dick. He kissed me. "I know you liked fucking me. I hope we meet again." Friday I couldn't wait to go to school. In spite of what Ed had said about him, I wanted to get naked with Terry. He was in my homeroom, so I knew I wouldn't have too long to wait to see him. Wouldn't you know, he showed up late and I didn't get a chance to talk to him until we were on our way to our first period class. "Heh, Terry. How you doing today?" He just grinned at me. "I know. Steve called me last night. His brother is hot isn't he?" I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "They're both hot. I loved having sex with them." "So, when you going to suck me?" He winked. "After school? Are your parents home?" "Yeah, my mom is always home. How about in the locker room." "There's a game tonight. The team will be in there." "Yeah, they will. News flash buddy. I've been sucking a couple of them too. If we go in the gym bathroom nobody will bother us." "Nah. I'd rather get naked with you. How about tomorrow at my place. My mom does the grocery shopping in the afternoon. You can come over for lunch and then when her and my sister leave we can go to my room." "Damn. Do I have to wait that long? Steve told me you give a great blow-job." "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait. The waiting will make it better." "OK. I guess. See you then." Damn. I was so lucky. I knew mom wouldn't object if Terry came over to study. With my grades being so bad, I knew she'd be happy I had help. I couldn't wait. Of course, today was gym class again. I was determined to check everyone out real well to see if I could spot another homo. Fifth period came up quickly. I ran to the locker room to get undressed. Steve came in a minute later. He smiled seeing me naked already. He got undressed quickly and we walked up to the pool together. The other boys watched us as we walked in together. I'm sure they were talking about us. Coach came in, blowing his whistle and getting us lined up. I noticed that one of my other friends, Roy Anderson, was getting a woody. I wondered if he was gay too. We were in the water before my dick got too hard. Andy swam up to me during laps. He was the blonde with the hairy chest I'd noticed on the first day. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You want to give me a blow job after class?" I was shocked. I'd already sucked Jamie, now the second hottest guy in class wanted me to suck him. "What makes you think I suck dick?" He looked over and pointed to Sam, another friend of mine. "He said you'd suck me. You`re friends aren`t you?" I was confused. How did Sam know I'd suck dick? "Yeah, we're friends, but I never sucked him." "But you do suck cock. Right?" I'm sure I was blushing. "Yeah." "Good, after class then?" "Sure." Fifteen minutes later class was over and we headed to the showers. I saw Andy go to the bathrooms, so I followed him. I checked each stall; he was in the last one stroking his dick. "You gonna suck me too?" "Sure. Hurry up so we're not late for class." I closed the door and bent down starting to suck him. He tasted of chlorine. I loved the thick uncut dick. I ran my hands over his furry balls. I sucked quickly and he came right away. I stood up; he pushed me against the wall and took my dick in his mouth. Fuck! This was too hot. I could hear other boys in the bathroom; I knew I had to be quiet. I wished they could see me getting my cock sucked by Andy though. He sure had a talented mouth. I was sure he'd done this a lot. When I came he spit my cum in the toilet. "Oh, man. You wasted it. Next time spit it in my mouth, I'll eat it." "You'd eat your own cum?" "I do it all the time. You saw I swallowed yours." "OK, I'll remember that if we do it again." He opened the door and peered out. "Wait a minute before you come out so no one knows." His dick was still half-hard as he walked past the other boys. I knew, because I followed him out with my cock still completely hard. I was positive the other guys would know we'd sucked each other. One guy dropped his towel as I walked past him. Ah, the temptation to touch his ass. I didn't. I watched Andy as he showered. He was definitely checking out the other guys. So the homo population was expanding. I could feel my balls were still full. Terry told me he had sex with members of the football team. I fantasized about them lining up to suck my dick. School was getting much better. Saturday morning my cock was hard again. I thought about masturbating, but knowing Terry was coming over I held off and just played with it until mom called us down to breakfast. I pulled on my spare jock strap to keep my hard-on from showing under my shorts. I was happy my mom had made my favorite breakfast; scrambled eggs, hash browns and sausage. I gleefully covered the eggs and hash browns in ketchup and mixed them together. I wondered what it would taste like covered in boy cum. I imagined the sausages were Terry's small dick. After lunch, mom and my sister went shopping. Terry had come over just before we ate, so we headed up to my bedroom. Dad went down to the basement to work on a project. I closed the door and grabbed Terry around the waist, running my tongue into his open mouth. We fumbled with each other's clothes as we got undressed. Ed was right. Terry's hard cock was only five inches long. The little bit of pubic hair he had was almost white it was so light colored. I felt his hairless balls, which were a decent size. We fell onto my bed and continued kissing and stroking each other. "You have a beautiful cock. I want to suck it." "Do you want to sixty-nine?" I was so happy I had learned what that was. "Yes." He turned around and took my hard penis in his mouth. I watched for a minute as he skillfully sucked me. His smooth pale skin and slender body were almost feminine. His tiny nipples were pink and erect. I teased one as I went down on him. His cock was so easy to suck. My tongue rolled around it as I moved my lips up and down the shaft. My hands roamed his rounded ass, and then I suddenly had the urge to slap his ass cheek. I did it gently and he gave out a low moan, so I did it again. His cock stiffened and he shot an unbelievably large load in my mouth. I swallowed it eagerly. It surprised me how good his cum tasted. A sweet subtle taste coated my mouth as I continued sucking him. Suddenly my balls released. It had come on totally unexpectedly. Terry choked as he swallowed it all. He licked my cock clean, and then moved up to kiss me. I fondled his still hard dick. It was the first time I'd had the opportunity to touch a circumcised cock at length. Jamie was cut also, but I barely had the time to suck him let alone play. It was strange that there wasn't the extra layer of skin, the whole shaft totally smooth and exposed. The head of his penis was rather bulbous. I loved running my fingers from the shaft over the transition to the knob. We laid there for a while kissing and exploring each other's bodies. He was having fun running through the hair that was getting thicker on my pubes. His intent gaze into my eyes gave me shivers. His were a beautiful light blue with green flecks. His long blonde lashes were almost invisible. "Do you want to fuck my ass?" He took my soft cock in his hand as he asked. "Do you like it?" "I love it. It feels so good having a cock sliding over my prostate." "What's a prostate?" He looked around the room. "Do you have any lube?" I hadn't thought about needing lube. I wondered what we could use. I knew from experience the liquid soap in the bathroom wasn't going to work. "What can we use?" "Does your mother have skin lotion? If not, we can use cooking oil." I didn't want to venture into my parents bedroom. I knew there was a bottle of Mazola on the cupboard, so I got out of bed. Running down the stairs naked, I headed for the kitchen. I grabbed the bottle of oil just as my dad came up from the basement. He had a startled look on his face. "What are you doing?" I felt the blood rushing to my face. My mind whirred trying to come up with a logical explanation. Instead, I just stood there mute. "Why are you naked? Is Terry still here?" Suddenly a look of realization washed over his face. "Is Terry gay?" I stared at the floor. "Yes sir." "What are you doing with the oil?" My cock was getting hard. I looked up at him. "We're doing an experiment." "An experiment? With cooking oil? I hope you're not going to burn down the house." He didn't look like he was buying my story. "No sir, I promise." He took the bottle of oil from my hand and started up the stairs. I followed him to my bedroom door, which was still open. "Dad." He turned and looked at me. "Yes." "Please don't go in." His face changed. He smiled at me and handed the bottle over. "Is Terry naked too?" "Yes." "So, you're using the oil for sex?" "Yes." He looked at the bottle and me. "I guess I had better call your mom and have her get another one. You can keep that one." He glanced back at my room, then walked past me and headed down the stairs. I almost fainted. He hadn't told me anything about men fucking each other in the ass, but I was pretty sure he knew what was going on. I took the bottle in and closed the door. Terry was laying there staring at me. "What did your dad say?" "He told me to keep the bottle. I think he knows what we're doing." Terry started to get up from the bed. "I better go home." I pushed him back on the bed. "He knows I'm gay. I'm not letting you go until I've fucked you." He smiled at me. "He's cool with you being gay? Man, I wouldn't dare tell mine. He'd beat my ass." I sat down next to him. Kissing him softly on the lips and running a hand over his ass. "Like I paddled you?" He smiled. "No, he takes his belt off. He hasn't done it in a long time though. I guess now that I'm older, I'm scared enough of him to behave." I set the bottle on the floor and we started kissing and stroking each other again. He was so beautiful. I had thought I liked hairy men, but I loved touching Terry's bare skin. After several minutes he rolled over, ass inviting me to play. The firm rounded mounds, the pink hairless skin, they were so sexy. I took the oil and wet my hand and fingers. I worked his crack with the oil, and then I spread his cheeks and looked at his puckered hole. I got stiff imaging my dick pushing into him. I bent down and licked it. My tongue teased it and I watched as he reacted to my touch. I slowly slid my finger in. "So, is this your prostate?" I asked as my finger fucked him. "Turn your finger toward my cock. Do you feel a hump?" I did as he told me. I ran my finger against the wall and then found what he was talking about. He moaned as my finger slid around it. "That's your prostate?" "Yes. Oh, hell, that feels so good. Stick your cock in and fuck me Dave." I slowly pushed in, wondering if my dick would feel his prostate. It didn't. Actually, my dick didn't feel much of anything except for the friction of his ass as I stroked. He pushed up against me, so I ran my hands under and pulled him up. I held his waist as I watched my cock slide in and out. I slowed down. I loved watching my big dick entering his tight ass and then working back out. Slowly sliding in and out, marveling at the sight. I had my dick inside another boy. It felt good. Terry was stroking his dick as I fucked him. I reached for his cock and took over stroking him. I ran my palm over the knob and wiped the pre-cum up licking it. "Terry I'm going to cum." "Me too." With that, he shot his load on my fingers and hand and I could feel my jizz surging into his ass. My ass muscles kept flexing as wave after wave of cum entered him. I was sorry that his sperm was soaking into my sheets. I wanted to eat it. He leaned forward and my dick slid out. He lay on the wet sheets and I licked his ass. The oil and cum had an unusual taste mingled together. My tongue wiggled into the closing hole, licking the sticky fluid. I rolled him over and licked his body. I couldn't believe his cock was still hard. It was like he didn't get soft at all. I licked his balls that had dribbles of my cum, then worked on the hard rod again. "I like having sex with you Dave. You're hot." "I like you too Terry. We better shower before my mom comes home though." We jumped out of bed. I pulled the bedspread over my soaked sheets. I led him to the bathroom. My dad's bedroom door was open. He gave me thumbs up as we entered to shower. We soaped each other and rubbed all of the sticky business off. After drying off, we went back to my bedroom and got dressed. We kissed again. He grabbed his books, looking at me wistfully. "I wish you were my brother. Then we could sleep together and suck each other every day." "Me too. I love touching and kissing you." "I better get home. I promised mom I'd be home for supper." He kissed me again and I walked him to the front door. I walked to the kitchen. I was so happy. I just wondered what my dad was thinking. His whore son was sucking all the boys in his class. I couldn't help wondering why what I was doing was so wrong. I questioned if I should go to church tomorrow. I felt guilty that I was letting God down. He never helped me when I prayed though. I figured it was partly his fault. I did think about teasing Mr. Kelly though too. That would make going so worth it. My mom came home and I helped my sister carry in the groceries. I went back up to my room and worked on my paper that Terry and I should have already finished. Sex was so much more fun than education. At supper, my dad kept looking at me. I'm sure he was imagining what Terry and I had been up to. We ate mostly in silence. My mother put the last slice of ham on my plate and more potatoes. "No use these going to waste. My growing boy needs to eat more." She smiled at me. Her hand went up to my face and touched my upper lip. "Are you getting a moustache? My, you're growing up so fast." I smiled. I just knew it must be from all of the cum that I was eating. I figured that when I jerked off tonight I would leave cum on it to help it grow faster. I helped mom with the clearing away. I felt guilty for being bad. Maybe if I helped her God wouldn't be so mad at me. I was tired. I went up to my room and got undressed. I stood naked in front of the window, looking at my reflection in the glass. Damn, I was getting handsome. I pulled back my covers and changed my sheets. I smelled them as I pulled them off the mattress. I loved the smell of sex. After putting on clean bedding, I laid back and masturbated again. I rubbed the cum on my face and chest. I was happy I was getting hairier, but I wanted more. I fell asleep quickly after turning off the light. I loved sex. I heard mom yelling for me to come down to breakfast. Shit. I had to wash off the cum. I ran to the bathroom. My dad was coming out of their bedroom and saw me. "You shouldn't be running around naked." He looked at my face. He ran his fingers over the dry cum. "What have you been doing? You better get cleaned up." I quickly washed up, pulled on a tank top and shorts and went down to breakfast. "Are you going to church with us today Dave? Everyone is wondering where you've been." I looked at my plate. On the one hand, I wanted to go and be with my friends in Sunday school. On the other hand, I didn't want the preacher to stand up there and tell me I was going to hell. "Well, I think I'll go next week." "Well, if you don't go today, I have to insist you go next week. You've been missing way too much. We don't want you backsliding and getting in the devil's hands." Oh, shit. Is my mother a mind reader? I hope she doesn't suspect I'm on the road to hell. To be sure, there were hands on me, inspired by the devil for sure, but not him yet. I smiled at her. "I promise, mom. I'll go next week." I ran back up to my room after eating. I whipped off my clothes and started masturbating. I heard mom's car leave the driveway. Thank God, I didn't have to sit there again. I resumed stroking. I got up from the chair and stood in front of the window again. I jumped as I realized Mr. Jones next door was looking out his window and could see me. Shit! I hope he doesn't tell my parents he saw me naked in my room. Well, if he did, so what. Why was he looking in our windows anyway? Perv. My dad knocked at my door. "Dave, can I come in?" I hurriedly pulled on a pair of briefs. "Yes dad." I knew he could see my boner pressing out, oh well. He walked in smiling. He had a razor in his hand. "It looks like I need to show you how to shave. Come with me." I followed him. He started the water running to get it warm. He filled the sink and then grabbed a can of shave cream. My boner hadn't gone down. I think I was more excited thinking of him touching me. He took a washcloth and got my face wet. He applied the shave cream as he explained that when I was older the shave cream would help soften my beard making it easier to shave. He looked down at my underwear, then back up at me. He dipped the razor in the sink and started shaving me. "So what where you and Terry doing yesterday? Were you jacking off with oil?" "Sure. It makes our penises slippery." OK, I just lied to my dad. Did I want him to know I stuck my penis in Terry's ass? "Are you sucking his dick too? You don't have to tell me. It's just I imagine you probably are." He turned my face as he started on the other side, explaining how to shave with the grain and hold the skin tight so as not to cut myself. "Yes. We suck each other. I didn't know he was gay until Steve told me." "Ah, Steve told you. So is Steve gay too?" "Yes. He's in my gym class and saw me get a hard-on looking at the other boys. He told me about him and Terry." "So, have you had sex with Steve too?" Oh, god. I didn't want to tell him about all of the boys I'd sucked. It would be like Debbie Mason. Everyone knew she was putting out for the older boys. "Yes, just once." "Is he the one who taught you to use oil?" "Yeah, his brother..." I stopped as soon as I realized I had slipped. "His brother? His brother was with you and Steve when you had sex?" "Oh, well, we were having sex and he caught us." "Oh, I see. So what did he teach you about oil?" "Oh, just that it makes our dicks slippery. Nothing really. It's just easier to stroke them and it feels really good." "So, you're not doing anything else with it? Like fucking each other's asses?" My dad wet the washcloth and wiped off the shave cream. I looked at my face in the mirror but really wasn't seeing my face; I was looking at the concern on my dad's. "What do you mean dad?" He turned me around as I asked. I noticed his cock must be hard. He had a huge bulge in his shorts. I was wondering then if he had ever had anal sex with a man. "I mean, are you boys using oil so you can put your penises in each other's asses?" I figured he already knew that's what we were up to. "Yes. I put my penis in Ed's ass and I did the same to Terry. They both asked me to. They said they liked it." "And did they put their cocks in your ass?" "Steve did, not Terry." I didn't know what my dad would think about that. I wish I knew that he had done it before with his brother. That was a long time ago; maybe men didn't do that when he was young. He pulled me over and hugged me. I could feel his hard dick against my stomach. He ran his fingers through my hair as he held me to his chest. "Well, I guess you were bound to find out about it. It's OK. I don't know if this is just a phase for you, or if you're really gay. I just hope you don't go too far with your experiments." I pushed back a little and looked at his face. "Dad. Would you let me shave you?" He let loose and started grinning. "Well, if you promise to be careful. I don't want to look like I've been in the battle field when you're done." He pulled off his t-shirt and sat on the toilet. He instructed me as I went along. I noticed he kept glancing at my hard dick as I worked on the stubble. Honestly, I couldn't figure out why a man's whiskers were so sexy to me. I finished and ran my fingers over his face. "Nice and smooth. I did a good job." He smiled at me and stood up. He washed his face in the sink and wiped it dry. I watched him. I was so in awe of his masculine body. I loved being with him like this. Feeling his skin, smelling his musky scent. "Dad, can I suck your penis again?" "Oh, Dave. You know, that was really just to help you understand sex. You're having sex with your buddies. You don't need to be having sex with your old dad." He tousled my hair again. "You're very sexy dad. It's different from having sex with boys my age. Steve is hairy, but it's not like yours. You're so manly. I love touching your muscles and feeling your hair. I love the way you touch me and the way your tongue feels in my mouth. Please dad. Just one more time?" I pushed down my underwear, letting my hard cock stick out. I loved showing it to him. I hoped that he would want to touch it again. He looked at me, his eyes were almost sad. I reached over and rubbed my hand over his chest. I could see his cock pressing against his shorts. Moving closer, I rubbed my arm over his bulge. I stretched to kiss his lips. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me up even with his face, his hard tongue entering my mouth once again. The firm muscle twitching in my mouth as I licked it, remembering it was an extension of his cock. His course hair rubbing my chest and my hard cock pressing against his stomach as we made love. He released me. "Let's go to your bedroom." I followed him into my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I unzipped his shorts and pulled them and his underwear down in one quick swipe. The scent of his cock and balls hit my nose as the hard rod fell into my open mouth. He held my head as he pumped his cock between my lips. My tongue worked under his foreskin, licking the big head and tasting his manliness. I reached between my legs and stroked as I savored the intimacy. He pushed me back and continued fucking my mouth. I dropped my cock and ran my hands over his chest and stomach. The rich hair spreading between my fingers, the nipples hard and intense. I ran my hands over his waist and down his muscular ass, grasping the cheeks as the muscles flexed with each stroke. He watched his rod slide in and out of my mouth. A sly smile on his lips. "Do you want to stick your penis in my ass?" The thought hadn't occurred to me. I was in such ecstasy just feeling him with me I couldn't imagine it being more. I pulled my mouth back. "If you want me to." He moved back, looking for the oil. I reached under the bed and handed it to him. He straddled my thighs while lubing my cock. He turned, his ass pointing at me. "Lube my hole." I took the bottle and poured the oil on my finger. I cupped his balls with the other hand as I spread the oil in his hairy crack and worked a finger into his ass. I ran my finger around feeling for his prostate. Rubbing it gently I worked another finger in, then the third. He turned around facing me. He held my dick straight up and worked his ass down on it slowly. I rubbed his stomach and stroked his cock as he bounced up and down on my throbbing rod. Watching him satisfy his ass with my tool, I knew I wanted him to fuck me too. I imagined his massive dick stretching my hole, my prostate pounded with each slow stroke. The image sent me over the edge and I shot in his ass. "Did you cum baby?" He slowed his gyrations. "Yes, daddy. I want you to fuck me. Will you?" "Are you sure son? My cock might be too big for you." "Yes, please. I want you in me." He pulled off slowly. My cum dripped down as he moved. He knelt between my legs, lifting them up on his shoulders. He lubed my hole, massaged his dick, pushing back the hood as he pressed it against my ass. It was massive. I whimpered slightly, but he worked it slowly. After a minute, his entire dick was inside me. I could feel my prostate rebelling, not ready for more action. His sweat was dripping down from his face and chest as he slowly fucked my tight hole. My cock got hard again quickly, cum didn't shoot out, rather a slow stream of sperm dribbled down on my stomach. His massive arms pressed against the sides of my chest. I watched in awe as he made love to me. He started moaning loudly. I wanted to eat his cum. "Dad, cum in my mouth." "Too late son." He stopped the pumping and lay down across me. His body pressing against my hard dick made me cum again. He started kissing me again. That tongue that I loved so much was again exploring my mouth. I could feel his dick slipping out. I wanted it in my mouth. I pushed with my leg and rolled him over. Taking his spent rod in my mouth, I licked our combined fluids. I couldn't get enough of him. His muscles, his cock, his big balls, they were like the best present ever. "I love you dad." "I love you too son." He let me play for a few more minutes. "We have to get cleaned up." Another shower with my hairy hero. My hands roaming the man of my dreams. His hands caressing me with tenderness and love. I wished I could stay in bed with him forever. My mother was such a lucky woman to be sleeping with this god. "Thank you dad. I love you." I was hoping that we would do this again soon. "Thank you. Son. This has to be the last time. I know we both enjoy it. It just isn't right for me to make love to you this way. I hope you understand. It's not that I don't love you. I do. It's just that you need to find someone of your own to love and be loved by." "I'm sorry. I know you're right. It's just that you are so damn hot. I dream of touching you." He kissed my forehead. "I know. I like it a lot too. But this is it. I love you." He dried me and I him. We got dressed just in time. The school year progressed famously. I got to have sex with more than a dozen of my classmates. All the way through to graduation I found myself growing more manly. My beard became thick like my dad's. A chest full of golden brown hair, my cock grew at least two inches and became thicker. I joined the wrestling team and played B squad in basketball. My muscles filled out and all of the girls were jealous of the boys I dated. University was a completely different experience. I had my own space in the dorm. Every night I found comfort in a handsome man's arms. Senior year I met Rudy. We had grown up similarly. His dad had shown him the ins and outs of gay love when he was fourteen. He had continued to have a sexual relationship with his dad until he left home for university. When we graduated, we moved back to my hometown, which was close to where he had grown up. Several times, we invited our dads out for drinks and dinner. We would remember the youthful days and our lust. It was strange to be able to relate in this way. No, we didn't have sex with our dads again. Rudy and I were very happy with our relationship and didn't need our dads in that way anymore.