Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2015 04:50:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One surprise After Another A story about sex among boys mostly but also some adult and boy sex as well as a small bit of incest. It does contain spanking but this isn't your typical domination, authoritarian, slave type of story. You won't read about people calling boys their little bitch, or slut, or any other such things. You won't read about boys needing to be punished but you might read about a boy stating he needs to be punished. If you're looking for that sort of thing, this story isn't it. All in all it's a story about discovery; for a boy and his father. There will be at least one more chapter. Any more than that, I think, would take away from the intent of the story and not add to it. Hugs... Tag_m ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I watched slack jawed at the scene being played out in front of me. Clearly the boy was as turned on as any boy could be. His moans of pleasure echoed in the room, especially when the large hand had come down on his tender and otherwise Lilly white 9 year old butt. Now it was cherry red, much like the swollen head of his cocklet. Had I not know for sure, I would have thought the boy was in abject pain but the moans, and the expressions on his smooth face belied that assumption. The spanking wasn't brutal; it wasn't like some heavy duty domination sadism slave type of thing. It was calculated and regulated, designed to get the boy to a place where he rode that fine line where pain ceases to become pleasure/pain and becomes only pain. It was designed to keep him there, denying him the release that an orgasm would provide so that when he was finally allowed to cum it would be earthshattering. It was difficult to watch yet it was an incredible turn on. I had been allowed to watch because I swore that I would not intervene in any way shape or form. I would keep my mouth shut and simply watch. It was difficult. Mixed emotions flashed through my body. I felt bad for the boy yet my cock was rock hard. I knew that he was there because he wanted to be, perhaps even needed to be. How did I know that? Because he told me the night before when I tucked him into his bed and he told me again before we got out of the car. "You have to promise me daddy," my beautiful young son had said. "You have to promise that no matter what you won't say or do anything. If you love me daddy you will let me do this." What was "this" you might ask? "This" was Tristan's final step in a weeks old process that got him to where we were right then with Tristan stretched out naked across a bench while a man spanked his little butt. Next would be the belt. And after that... So, how did we get to this place; this place where my boy was getting his butt spanked? Therein lies the story. My wife, Trystan's mother, left our lives when he was 6 year old. I would love to say that she put up a valiant fight against cancer and lost or died in some other manner not of her own making. I would like to be able to tell you that she ran off with a vacuum cleaner salesman or that she found a rich sugar daddy to provide her with the life that she thought she deserved. None of those things happened. She woke up one morning and left while Trystan and I were at visiting my parents in another city. The note on the front door said she wasn't having any fun and she wanted to have fun. Our son wasn't devastated, much to my surprise and relief. Neither was I. I wouldn't call him elated either but he seemed okay with it. "Mom was kinda mean dad," he said one evening as I tucked him into my bed. It was a couple of days after she wandered off. Trystan was sleeping in my bed at his request and I didn't have an issue with that. Things did become much more relaxed around the house. While we hadn't been prudish by any means wandering around in briefs became the norm. We also started taking showers together, mostly because my boy hated baths and wanted to shower. I took him in with me to make sure he was safe and when I decided that he could manage on his own my son resisted. "Please daddy, shower with me. I don't want to do it alone." There was no sexual component to it, at least for me and I didn't think so for Trys. Sure, he stared at first; he was a boy after all. He commented that my penis was huge and so were my balls and they seemed to hang real low. My son also saw me tented in my briefs and asked questions about that. I did my best to answer them as simply as possible. My son eventually moved back into his own bedroom but still slept with me from time to time and most mornings he showered with me. About 6 months after she left I got a certified letter in the mail. It was divorce papers which asked for nothing and gave me full custody of my pride and joy. My son grew at the normal rate, nothing particularly exciting or out of the ordinary. He was right around 5'1", slender like both of his parents, his coltish legs beginning to give him some height. He was flat bellied like me and had a dynamite boy butt. Again, I wasn't attracted to boys of any age let alone a preteen and let alone again, my own son. But that didn't stop me from appreciating his looks. Trystan's face was blemish free and slightly rounded. He wore his pitch black hair in a moderate style and length, covering all but his ear lobes and flowing onto his forehead just above thick dark eyebrows. My boy had large brown eyes, a perfect nose and a well formed mouth that held straight white teeth. My son's dick was already moving out of the cocklet stage and into the cock stage which didn't surprise me. I got my first hairs ¼ of the way into my 11th year and discovered sperm a few months later. My dad had "the talk" with me not long after that. I think my mother had discovered dry crusty spots on my briefs. So it was no wonder that Trystan was maturing. His tender young balls had already started to drop and as I said, his cock was growing, a fact not lost on my adorable boy. "Gosh dad," he said in the shower one evening, my penis seems to be growing." He peeled his foreskin back to clean while I praised him for his growth. "And my balls too," he added, cupping the hairless bag. "Will I get as big as you dad," he asked. "Probably baby boy, you probably will." "Can I ask you a question dad?" "Of you can Trys, you can always ask me any question no matter how weird it might seem to you or how you think I might feel about you asking it. Okay? There no holds barred. He nodded his head. "How big is it when it's hard?" I was prepared for a number of things but not that. "Uummm, well son, It's been some years since I measure it but the last time it was not quite 8 inches. "Wow dad that's really huge. I don't know how big mine is, I never measured it. Would you help me measure it daddy?" "Well son it has to be hard; you have to have a boner." Trystan giggled. "I can get one daddy." That said we got out of the shower and dried off then Trystan went to my bed, laid down and began fondling himself while I watched mesmerized. It didn't take long before my boy was fully erect. I sat on the bed next to him and held his dick up and set my hair comb alongside his rigid flesh. It was weird holding my recently minted 9 year old son's boner. Trystan felt the same way because he commented on it. "Well son it looks to be just around 2¾ inches with your foreskin retracted," I told him. He wanted to know if that was good and I explained it wasn't about good or bad, it just was but if was really interested I told him, he was probably a little above average. Trystan giggled then got up, his boner standing straight in front of his flat little tummy then moved onto my lap and proceeded to hug me, pushing his cock against my belly. "I love you so much daddy. I glad that you're my dad." That said he crawled off my lap and bounded out of the room, his incredible little butt swaying as he went. It was a surprise to me that I had gotten slightly boned in the process but didn't worry about it. I hadn't dated since my wife left me, and probably hadn't fucked her for more than a month prior to her leaving. I held my trust in my left hand. About 4½ months after Trystan turned 9 I got a better job that paid a lot more but required us to move to another city. Trystan was fine with that. He got started in his new school and seemed to begin making friends immediately. Within the first couple months he started asking to spend the night at his friend Dakota's. Trystan hadn't been doing a great many sleepover's so I was glad that he was making that step. Of course I wanted to meet the boys' parents. In this case it was parent singular. Like our household, there was no female in the home, just a father and 3 sons, the oldest boy Keegan was 13 and the middle boy Dimitri was 11 years old. So it was on a Friday night I met Dakota and his father Malcomb, aka Mal. Mal presented as a soft spoken handsome man about my height and weight. Like his son Mal was blonde albeit a darker shade. Dakota was an adorable little boy a little older than Trystan. He had bright blue eyes and a winning smile. We chatted for a good 10 minutes doing the typical parent thing, exchanging phone numbers and the like. They finally left, Mal stating that he'd bring my son home around 10 in the morning. I found myself with nothing to do and actually missing Trystan within 5 minutes of his leaving. The next day my boy regaled me with a blow by blow description of Dakota's home, his bedroom, what they did, what they ate; the whole schmear. Trystan was clearly enthralled with his new friends. Things went on like that for a solid month and I found myself becoming lonely when Trystan wasn't there. Toward the end of the first month Trystan commented that he didn't remember me ever giving him a spanking. We were sitting in our briefs watching something mindless on the television after our evening shower. "You never needed a spanking son," I told him. He seemed to think on that for a moment. "Well, would you, spank me I mean?" "Do you mean sometime or right now?" "Right now." I looked at him and asked what that was all about. The short story was that he had overheard some older kids at school talking about, how they spanked each other and got boners then beat off. "What is beating off dad?" Needless to say my head was spinning. I knew that each generation seemed to take things a little farther than the previous one but this seemed a little steep. "Beating off is a slang term for masturbating. Do you know what that is Trys?" He shook his head. I wasn't ready to give my son "the talk" quite yet. I had hoped for another year of so but hey, when they ask you gotta go with it and Trystan was certainly old enough to understand. So, I proceeded to have the talk which included boy play among other things. "So I could beat off but no sperm would come out, right?" "Correct." "Will you show me how to beat off dad?" I explained that typically that wasn't something that dads show their sons. Of course he wanted to know why not since we teach kids all kinds of other stuff. "Well how about if we settle for a spanking Trys?" He was okay with that so he got up and I moved more to the center of the sofa and he started to lay down but stopped, peeled his t-shirt off then lay across my lap. Since I'm left handed he lay left to right with his bottom mostly on my right thigh. "Go ahead dad," he commanded. I gave him a couple of swats but clearly that wasn't what Trystan had in mind. "You can do it harder dad I'm not going to break." That said I brought my hand down fairly hard, smacking the left cheek. "Yeah, like that," he groaned. I hit him about 4 times then he stopped me. "Take my underpants off daddy. Spank my bare butt." I was beginning a little confused. Clearly my son's voice had changed. I peeled his briefs down then he said to take them off so I did. I ogled trystan's tight little butt for a moment then took another moment to rub it. The kid had a delicious butt. I brought my hand down hard on his left cheek and then his right, then again twice each. "Yes daddy," he whimpered, "spank my butt hard daddy." I began to spank him in earnest. He started to put his hand back to protect his ass but I held it out of the way and hit him another 3 times on each cheek. His tender little butt had turned a bright red. And then another things struck me. My son had gotten quite hard and was grinding his boner into my thigh. "Enough Trys," I finally said and took my hands off of him. He got off my lap and stood before me, his cock raging hard and quivering, the entire tip as red as his little butt, which he was busy rubbing. "Show me daddy. Show me how to beat off. Please daddy, don't make me beg." I stood and dropped my briefs releasing 7¾ inches of raging daddy cock. Trystan stared at it. I couldn't believe how fucking sexed up I'd gotten over spanking my boy. I pulled him down next to me and took hold of his boner in thumb and 2 fingers and began sliding his foreskin back and forth over his swollen cock head. "There, that's how you do it," I said and took hold of my own cock and began jacking off. Trystan took hold of his cock and began jacking himself with a fury. It didn't take long before he was moaning loudly then said, "It's tickling daddy, it's tickling in my cock." I told him to keep going that he was getting ready to cum. A moment later he did and I have to say it was incredible to watch. How many fathers get to experience their son's orgasms, especially the first one? Trystan cried out, almost screaming as his young body was wracked with the pleasure of his first cumming. "Oh god daddy, oh god," he whimpered and kept right on jacking. I had jacked with boys when I was a boy and remember how hot it had been but I never figured I would get that hot over doing it with my son. "I'm gonna cum Trys, watch." My boy turned to watch my hand, his own hand still more than busy in his crotch. A moment later I erupted; goddamn did I erupt. The first jet hit my chin, the next 4 landed alongside each other on my chest. Those were followed by burps of thick gooey sperm that ended up on my belly and the rest were globs that oozed out my cock slit and down over my thumb then bounced off into my pubic hair. "Holy hell daddy what was that," Trystan asked, his voice indicating his shock. I held my hand up for him to wait a bit while I came down off of my high. I hadn't ejaculated for almost 3 weeks so it's fair to say that there was some build up. "That was sperm son and no I don't usually make that much. It's just that I haven't had a release for a while." I lay there panting. Trystan put his fingers in the goo and checked it out thoroughly. I reached down and grabbed my briefs and went about cleaning up my sperm but there was just too much. "I gotta hit the shower again Trystan." I got up and my boy got up with me and followed me into the bathroom and then the shower. "Let me wash you daddy," he said. I allowed him to groom me all the while he was talking, asking questions, telling me how good it felt when he cummed. "I... I liked the spanking too daddy," he said. I asked him if he was embarrassed about that and he nodded his head. "A little bit." I told him he was still a fine boy and that in all likelihood that would pass. "Will you spank me again sometime?" "I honestly don't know son. It isn't something I'm comfortable doing even though it's not for real, at least in the typical punishment sense." "I understand daddy. It's okay. What about beating off though? Can we do that again?" I ruffled my son's thick hair. "We'll see, okay?" His response was identical to mine. Time moved on, nothing more was said about spanking and interestingly enough beating off didn't come up either. Trystan continued to sleep in my bed at least half the time. After about the 6th week in a row of his spending the night at Dakota's I asked him why he didn't invite Dakota to spend the night at our house. Trystan hemmed and hawed but I insisted and so the next Friday night the boys were at our house. Dakota proved to be a wonderful, thoughtful, polite young boy. About 5 months older than Trystan, he was about the same height and weight. As I said, his hair was blonde, almost white toward the ends and cut to the top fold of his small ears and long enough on top that one could maybe get a handful of it. He had gorgeous blue eyes and a cute little nose with a half dozen very light freckles across the bridge. I grilled burgers for dinner and afterwards Trystan asked if the boys could just wear underwear. I told him of course it was. "Well Dakota is a little shy dad so could you wear underwear too?" I had to give that some thought but figured what the hell so did as my son asked. Of course Dakota had to eyeball my crotch right off the bat which didn't bother me. Hell, boys were like that. Needless to say I checked Dakota out as well except I was more circumspect about it. His no fly briefs held him in check quite nicely. Like my son, his butt was to die for and what he was sporting in front appeared to be the kind of boy bulge appropriate to his age. I had always been able to appreciate my son's body without particularly desiring it. I felt the same about Dakota and fully enjoyed watching the boys playing the Wii and generally just romping around being boys. I realized how much I missed having kids in the house. I'd had a long week stressful week so decided to turn in early. Trystan came over for a hug and kiss goodnight but so did Dakota. I was seated on the sofa and both stood between my legs and bent down. Dakota kissed me on the mouth and held it for just a moment then all of a sudden the boy was in my lap and we went sideway. Trystan was laughing and Dakota was giggling. In reflex my arms had gone around the boy and I held him, one hand cupped on his tight little butt. One of the boys' hands was on my butt and the one underneath was pressed against my crotch and I swear he was feeling me up ever so gently. "You said you like to be held Dako," my son said. I would learn that Dako was his popular nickname. "I do," the young boy answered. Then he kissed me again on the mouth. "Thanks for not letting me fall." "I had to catch you," I responded, "How could I explain to your dad that you got hurt at my house? He would never let you visit again. "I sure wouldn't want to happen. I like it here, I like you Kevin." The boy then kissed me again, this time much longer than normal. I was quite surprised. In all it only lasted about 15 seconds or less and the boy was scrambling off the sofa. I couldn't swear it but it looked like he'd started to get hard. "I'm going to take a shower boys, don't stay up to late." "Can we take a shower too daddy," Trystan asked, jumping up and down excitedly. "Yeah, can we Kevin," Dakota mimicked. "Together?" I was shocked again. "Of course silly," my son said. "We take showers together at my a lot. My dad has an awesome shower that's huge." "You shower together at Dakota's," I asked Trystan and my son nodded his pretty little head. "Sure dad, it's fun, it's a way cool shower too." I shrugged my shoulders, got some more yea's and headed to my bedroom and the master bathroom. "Boy you got a big one Kevin," Dakota observed once we were naked. "Bigger than my dad's that's for sure. "You should see it when it's hard," my son exclaimed. I was shocked and so was he, not realizing that was private information. Dakota's face broke into a huge grin. "I've seen my dad's boner and both my older brother's too. Seems like we all have one in the morning when we wake up." I let it go, Dakota having saved the moment. Dakota's cock was typical for a boy his age and like my son he was uncut. And, like my son, his balls had started to enlarge and drop, although hot hugely. We got into the shower and started the process. "I gotta pee," Trystan said and his little friend responded in kind. I saw a look pass between them and before I knew it they were pissing on each other. They held their cock up and aimed for each other's belly until Dakota told my son to hit his cock and balls. That said Dakota let go of his stuff and Trystan pissed all over it. Both boys were giggling like only boys can, their high melodic voices sound especially wonderful in the confines of the shower. "You do me now," Trystan said and Dakota followed suit drowning my son's genitalia. "Do you gotta pee dad," my son asked. It was clear that both boys started to get boners. When I nodded my head they both wanted me to piss on them. "Wash our stuff with your pee Kevin," Dakota said, both boys now facing me. I got into the spirit of it and began doing as they asked but Dakota stopped me before I could get going. He pulled Trystan to him, the boys pressing their bodies together. "Now do it and you'll get both of us," Dakota said, adding, "and you won't waste any pee." Oh boy, this kid was experienced way beyond his years. Or, it could be that I was now an old fogey and kids were experimenting with stuff much earlier. I could blame it on the internet I supposed. I proceeded to piss on their boy parts and got plenty of moans from both boys. "Why did we get boners dad," Trystan asked when I was finished. Indeed both boys were hard as stone and not bothering to hide it or the fact that they were playing with their stuff. I explained how sensitive those body parts were and the extra warmth cause by my pee was stimulating. "I'll say," Dakota said. Trystan asked if I'd wash their backs and I did, starting with my son, while Dakota watched. I then switched while Trys watched and when I got down to his butt Dakota spread his legs. "You can wash my butthole Kevin, its okay." I was so surprised that I went ahead and did it, soaping the tight wrinkled muscle and hitting the underside of his balls in the process. I heard him moan softly. When I was done the boys insisted on returning the favor so I indulged them. "You do the back and I'll do the front," Dakota said and they went about their business. Dakota didn't hesitate to soap his hands and work my cock and my balls. "Gosh Kevin I can't believe how big your cock is," he said in awe. The words had barely left his mouth when trystan's fingers went across my asshole. I had never had someone else wash me and overall it felt incredible. The boys' fingers and hands met around my balls which caused more giggling. We finally rinsed off and got out, both boys sporting raging hard cocks. "We're gonna go back downstairs daddy, sleep nicely," my son said. I was sitting on the edge of my bed when he stepped between my legs, pressing his boner against my belly. "Thanks daddy," he said after a prolonged kiss, "you're the best." He stepped aside and Dakota took his place, he too pressing his boner against me, the only difference being that he ground his cock into me. My hands were on his tender little butt when he pressed his mouth against mine. I felt his tongue push against my mouth and without thinking I opened it and began French kissing him. Dakota moaned softly. "Did you put your tongue in dad's mouth Dako," my son asked. The boy in question backed away and nodded his head. My son's response was, "Cool". Dakota looked right down at my crotch and it was clear that it had an effect had on me. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a knowing smile. "Thanks Kevin." That said the boys' bounded out of the room, their underwear still lying on the floor. "Boys." They stopped and turned. "You forgot your underwear." I got another shock. "That's okay daddy we won't need them. G'nite," and he was gone. Dakota told me goodnight and he too left. I shut the lights off and lay on my bed wondering what the hell had just happened. Fuck, that little boy was clearly perving on me and the big surprise was that I didn't mind. That didn't mean I wanted to go have sex with him it's just that I didn't mind what he had done and in fact had gotten stimulated by the last kiss. You would have thought that most adults would have been outraged, indignant, condemning, or taken an otherwise negative approach. As I lay there and thought about it my cock began stretching itself out, getting the wrinkles out as it were. I gently fondled my heavy balls and slowly stroked my rising cock. Then I began to wonder what they were doing downstairs. Based on what had happened I figured they were putting those boners to good use in one way or another. That being said I felt like I needed to know. So it was that 10 minutes after they left I tiptoed downstairs then down the hall to the family room. The door was cracked open so I could hear easily. What I heard was soft moaning and then the clear sound of kissing. "Gosh I love kissing so much," Trystan said. "I can't believe you actually put your tongue in my dad's mouth." "He liked it, just like you do. God I want to suck his cock Trys; really bad." I was shocked but there was more shock to come. "Me too," my son said. "I didn't use to but now I really want to." Dakota giggled. "We both love sucking cocks but you know what Trys, I'd let your dad fuck me any time he wanted to." By that time my cock was about as hard as it's ever gotten. "Really," Trystan asked and Dakota went on to say that he thought I was hot as hell, had a great cock and would love to have is in his ass. "Okay, so, you wanna spank me," Dakota asked. The answer was some rustling and I assumed the boys were getting into position. "Fuck you got such a nice butt Dako," my son said. My boy never cursed that I was aware of, never. "So do you Trys. Rub my butt a little first, okay?" It was quiet for a bit and then the first slap. "Harder Trys." A second slap earned another "harder." The next slap was much more forceful. "Yeah, like that." Three more slaps happened and Dakota started moaning. "Fuck yes Trys, fuck yes." My son continued to spank the boy who was by then moaning loudly. The spanking stopped and It was quiet a moment. "Yeah, rub my butt Trys, rub my hole and feel on my balls too." I heard Dakota moan then slap, slap, slap. "Oh fuck, oh god Trystan, hit me harder, hurt me Trystan I've been a bad boy." The slaps became louder and I supposed, harder. Dakota began whimpering and I was tempted to go in and stop it except that I could hear the boy mumbling "yes," "Oh god yes," and things like that. "Let me suck your cock real quick Trystan." I couldn't help it, I had to see. Knowing the position of the sofa I figured I had a 50-50 chance of not being seen and even if I had been seen it was clear that neither boy would have minded if I saw them. They most likely would have invited me to join them and what would I have done then? I opened the door just a tad and peeked in. Dakota was sitting up and my son was stepping up to him. "You have such a beautiful cock Trystan, I love sucking it even more than Keegan's." There was a surprise. The boy was sucking his older brother's cock. That said he took Trystan's cock in his mouth. My son put his hands on the sides of the boys' head and began fucking his face. It didn't last long. "I need you to fuck me Trys, I need your hard cock in my ass really bad." The boy stood up and walked to his bag and I clearly saw how red his tight little ass was. My son had spanked him hard. He came back, his boner a raging red color. He quickly lubed his ass then got onto his knees, his upper body on the sofa. "Go ahead Trystan, fuck the shit out of me." My son got into position, and it was very clear that this was not his first rodeo. Trystan quickly shoved his cock into the little boy and held on to Dakota's hips and began fucking the adorable little blonde hard and fast. "Oh fuck yes fuck yes, fuck me hard Trys fuck me hard. "I wish it was your dad's cock fucking me right now Trys. I wish I had his big beautiful hard cock in my mouth while you fuck me. Oh fuck this is so gooooood." Dakota had a hand between his legs jerking his cock like a mad man. It didn't take long before he came. He squealed like a girl, wiggled his little butt all over the place. I couldn't take it any more but backed away and headed up to my room. I jacked my own cock like it was last time I'd ever get the chance and had an incredibly powerful orgasm. When it was done I simply lay there panting. I had to wonder about what I'd seen and heard. I wondered how far along my son was in that process. Was he getting spanked or getting fucked or both. It certainly explained why he love having sleepovers at Dakota's house. I got up and quickly wiped the sperm off my torso then went back to bed. I fell asleep in minutes. I woke about 6:30 the next morning and hauled my ass to the bathroom then tossed on some fresh briefs and headed downstairs for coffee. I stopped by trystan's room and peeked in but the boys weren't there. In fact it didn't look like Trystan's bed had even been slept. Christ had the little horn dogs spent all night at it?" The door to the family room was still cracked so I listened and didn't hear anything. I crept in slowly and could see the boy's upper bodies as they lay under a sleeping bag. I moved in closer and saw that they were still asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. They looked so sweet and innocent laying there and they were still sweet they just weren't very innocent and that hurt me just a little bit. I think we prefer our kids to remain innocent for as long as possible and 9 years old wasn't very long. I left the room and went down the hall and into the kitchen and got the coffee going and wondered about breakfast. I figured I'd wait and ask the boys what they wanted. I gave it another half hour or so and headed back down the hall, this time not worrying about stealth. I was met with another surprise when I went through the door. My son was straddling Dakota's face, my boy pointed in the opposite direction so I was viewing his asshole and his balls. Dakota was facing toward me but because he was under Trystan he couldn't see me. He was playing with my son's balls and I could tell that he was sucking Trys' cock. Dakota's cock was rock hard and I could see it bob with each beat of his little heart. Then he stopped for I heard, "God I wanna fuck you so bad Trys." His hand snuck down to grasp his raging boner and then his balls. "I know Dako, I want you to fuck me too. But we have to wait, we promised." "I know but it doesn't stop me from wanting it really bad." Okay! Was that the big surprise of a day littered with surprises or what. I mean, what the fuck! My son wants to get fucked and he wants the adorable cutie Dakota to be the one. But they promised someone that they would wait. Who did they promise? And why? Was someone else supposed to get my son's cherry? And what were they waiting for? How long were they supposed to wait and what circumstances would have to be met in order my boy to get his first cock? Overall, how did I feel about all of that? "Turn around so I can suck on your cock too Dakota." I quickly backed out of the room. I stayed outside the door and listened and in a moment I heard the sloppy sounds of cock sucking, moaning and grunting then Trystan said, "Finger my hole Dakota." I slowly peaked around the corner and saw the cute little blonde boy working his finger at my son's puckered hole. "Oohh god Dako that feels so fucking good on my asshole. Fuck I want your cock in me so bad." My hand went to my briefs and once again I was surprised that I was so stimulated by what I was seeing and what I was hearing. My cock was raging hard. The front of my briefs were soaked with seeping precum. I slipped my underwear down under my balls and began stroking my cock with a vengeance. The moaning was becoming louder so I peeked around the corner then moved into the doorway. At that point I almost wanted the boys to see me. I honestly wanted to engage with them. Dakota's finger was moving in and out of Trystan's asshole. "Jesus Christ that feels good Dako, so good Dako. Make me cum, please make me cum Dakota, I need to cum." I was only a little surprised at that since I'd taught my boy how to jack off and watched him get his first cum. Hell, once any boy discovers the awesome feelings of cumming he's going to do it again and again. But here my son was asking someone else to do it for him, to take him there. I felt my belly tingle and felt my balls getting geared up to shoot. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod," Trystan groaned, "I'm cumming Dakota I'm cumming" So was I.