Date: Tue, 3 Mar 2015 09:20:07 -0500 From: Rome Krone Subject: Sounds Like a Plan Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy. It contains depictions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If easily offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition. This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. romekrone@gmail.com Please support Nifty with donations. SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN My name is Nace, and my dad is Dyson. People call my dad Dys – pronounced dice. I have a hazy memory of gravel crunching under tires as the car slowed and rolled to a stop. After a 44-hour drive with quick bathroom breaks, fast food drive throughs, and one pull in at a truck stop for dad to sleep a few hours in the car, I couldn't wake up. I wanted to, but I couldn't make my eyes stay open. When dad exited the car and the overhead light came on, I threw my arm across my eyes to block out the painful glare penetrating the thin lids. The passenger door opened and I head my fifteen year old brother, Matt, getting out of the car. Dad opened the back door and gently lifted me, gathering me in his arms like a groom does his bride. "Hey fellow, we're finally here, our new home," dad's voice soothed while he carried me. "I can walk," I mumbled wrapping my arms around dad's neck with my head slumped against his shoulder. A warm humid breeze ruffled my hair. Felt good. "It's alright. I'll carry you," dad said nuzzling and kissing my hair on the top of my head. Fighting to open my eyes for a second, I saw ghostly images swaying in the trees. Tomorrow, in the daylight, I would learn what I was seeing was Spanish moss for the first time. Right now, I was too wiped out to care. Strange, how riding in a vehicle, sitting down for a long haul, can make someone so tired. I was aware of dad stepping up on a covered porch, and Matt fumbling in dad's pocket for the door key, while dad still held me. Lucky Matt, got to feel around close to my dad's junk. My next awareness was me lying on a bed and dad taking my shoes and socks off. Carefully he sat me up and pulled my t-shirt over my head before letting me flop back down. Opening my eyes a slit, I saw Matt undressing and then felt the mattress sink when Matt crawled on the bed next to me. "Lift your hips a little," dad said as he tugged on my shorts. As if on auto pilot, my butt arched up enough for dad to pull my shorts down. Shit! My skivvies had come off with my shorts. I wonder if he did that on purpose. I could feel the air on my thirteen year old semi-boner and knew dad couldn't miss it. Damn thing has a mind of its own. Pops up at the most inopportune times. Moaning, I put my hands over my junk and rolled on my side toward Matt. "Damn boy, that's impressive," dad chuckled. Pretty hair starting to grow down there. Won't be long before you have hair on those nice smooth orbs too." Matt chuckled. "Yeah, dad, ever since he's started getting those new hairs he's always boning up." I was too damned tired to be mortified. Not living with us, dad hadn't seen my junk in three years. Since then, some changes have been happening to my body. Instead, I smiled to myself. People were always complementing me on my hair; that is the hair on my head. Shiny brown with a silk luster and copper highlights, I got my hair from dad's side of the family. That's my last memory of the night before I drifted into the realm of dreams. *** Long story short. I was born and raised in Idaho. My dad used to work for my mom's dad, my grandfather. When mom started fooling around with another guy, she asked my grandfather to fire my dad and my mom divorced dad. Her new asshole, sorry, I mean husband, didn't like or want Matt and I around. Now, we don't hate our mom, but living with her was becoming intolerable. All of us were miserable. Instead of kicking the abusive asshole out, she called my dad and asked him to come get us. Dad jumped at the chance. He made sure all the legal work was changed so he had complete custody, and after Matt and I told the courts how mom's new husband treated us and mom wouldn't stand up for us, dad got full custody. This further alienated us from my mom and her new husband. Dad had an old school friend living along the coast in southern Georgia who knew of a small partially furnished cottage close to his place for sale. Dad bought the cottage sight unseen on his friend's word and a few photographs he sent. Dad's friend was also able to line up a job for dad when we arrived. We packed dad's car and drove to our new home. Mom didn't even cry when we left. We didn't either. Living there had become that bad. Dad said we were going to get a new start and try to put the last three terrible years behind us. *** I awoke with the sun in my eyes peeking through a gap in the curtains. Gradually orienting myself, I was in a king size bed with Matt on one side and my dad on the other. Both were in their skivvies and out for the count. My damned naked dick was boned, but this time it was a morning piss hard on. Carefully I crawled off the bed and found the bathroom where I let loose a stream like a mule pissing on a flat rock. Returning to the bedroom I looked for our bags and realized they must still be in the car. Everyone was too wiped out after the long trip to bring anything in last night. I spied my skivvies and shorts from yesterday on the floor and put them on for now; until I could shower and get to my clean clothes. "Psssst." I heard a whispering hiss. Matt was leaning up on his elbow and silently motioning me to come look. Walking to his side of the bed I saw where he was pointing. My dad was on his side facing Matt and the bulge in his boxer briefs was big. Very big. My eye went so wide in amazement that Matt chuckled at me. "Wow," was all I could think of to whisper. "Touch it," Matt goaded. "No, are you crazy," I hissed, not taking my eyes off dad's package. "Fucking dare you," Matt sneered. "Double dare you. You first," I challenged chancing a glance at Matt's crotch. "You're the one always checking out my junk. I see you peeking out of the corner of your eyes. Go ahead, you know you want to," Matt teased. "I do not. You're sick," I snarled. Dad mumbled something and rolled on his stomach. Even his buns were beautiful. "Lost your chance," Matt grinned. "Fuck you," I said, grabbing my socks, t-shirt, and shoes, before leaving the room. "Whoa, wait up. Where are you going?" Matt asked coming to a sliding stop beside me in the small living room. "To start bringing in some of the bags from the car," I said. "Then I'm going to look around some before dad gets up and we get something to eat." "Sounds like a plan," Matt said. "I'll help you. I want to look around too." When we stepped outside and realized there were no other houses in sight. We seemed to be on a small peninsula jutting into a coastal waterway with tall southern pine trees, a few Cyprus, and live oaks obstructing all views of any other roads except the long lane to our house, Matt didn't even bother to put on his shorts. We unloaded the car and put everything on the long front porch until dad woke up. You can bet I was surreptitiously checking out Matt in his boxer briefs. To me, my older brother was cute as hell and I adored him! And I know he loved me even though we had our occasional brotherly spats. He was my buddy and we looked out for each other. Taking a break, Matt and I sat on the front steps and let our gaze wander over the strange place. Maybe it was my imagination, but Matt seemed to be touching and adjusting his junk a lot. How fucking distracting is that? "Who is that?" Matt and I said at the same time. A boy was biking down the lane toward us. He waved. Not knowing what else to do Matt and I waved back. "Fuck, I don't have any pants on," Matt said jumping up and scrambling in the house to grab his shorts. I snorted in laughter. As the boy drew nearer, I stood. Matt was back at my side, shorts on but still shirtless and barefoot. "Hey," the boy waved again. "My name is Jason. My dad said you guys were going to be here today." Matt and I gave each other a puzzled look. "This is Nace and I'm Matt," Matt said. "How did you dad know?" "Oh. He and your dad were friends in school. My dad helped your dad find this place," Jason said. "My dad is coming over later today after work. Said I should stop by and introduce myself." "Okay. Now I understand," Matt said. "Good to meet you. We got in late last night and just got up. Haven't even had breakfast." Jason laughed. "It's after lunch. You guys must have really slept in." "Guess we did," Matt grinned. "We were beat. Dad is still sleeping after the long drive." "So, tell us about this place and what there is to do around here," Matt said. "Not much, but we still have a fun when we get together. The people around here are nice," Jason said. "There is a bowling alley in town, a movie theatre, a couple of hamburger places and soda shops. A few stores, but if you want anything from a big mall or like that, it's about forty-five minutes away." "We boys mostly hang out and such when we are together. The women and girls do whatever it is that women and girls do." Jason got a mischievous look and continued with a silly grin. "We guys shoot the bull and are always trying to get laid, but the girls around here don't give it up so easy." "Yeah, tell me about it," Matt chuckled. "The girls back home were the same way." Jason nodded and grinned in complete understanding. "You can always sneak on to So Isle, but they don't let guys our age there unless an older relative brings you. Though I know a couple of guys who said they were able to sneak on the island and still do. Once anyone is on the island, no one says anything; it's getting on without crossing the causeway that's the trick." "What do you mean?" I blurted. "What's So Isle?" Jason looked sheepish, as if he had said too much. Finally he said, "Hell, if you're going to live here full time, you're going to hear about it sooner or later, especially from the guys in school. Don't tell my dad I told you, Okay? Fathers are supposed to tell their sons. It's a local guy thing or tradition." "We won't," Matt said for both of us. Jason had our curiosity peaked. "So Isle is a local code name for Suck Off Island. It's were men and some boys can go to get a blowjob. There are almost always a few cocksuckers there waiting to service the men who come to get sucked. On some evening I've heard there are more. They come here from the city. Most guys come just to bust a nutt in someone's mouth. I've heard some of them even take it up the ass." "You're shitting me, right?" Matt said. "Nope, it's real," Jason nodded his answer in affirmation. "Where is this magical island and how do you get there?" Matt asked. "Funny you should ask," Jason grinned glancing across the water. "Right there. About seventy or eighty feet across the creek. It's a pretty small island." Following his glance all we saw was land overgrown with brush and trees. "Trouble is, my dad said he would take me when I'm sixteen. Until then someone our age is not allowed to cross the privately guarded causeway unless an adult relative brings you. You would need a boat to cross the creek and sneak on, and then have to make a path through the brush to the center of the island. After that, it's clear walking from what I hear. The middle of the island has paths and private areas for guys to meet. "So how do we get a boat?" Matt asked. Jason smiled. "This cottage already has one on the back side of the house." We followed Jason to the back of our new home and sure enough, there was a small rowboat pulled up on the grass. When Jason tugged the boat to the water and hopped in, he waited for us. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Dad's in the house. Suppose he wakes up and finds us gone." "Nace is right," Matt said. "We can't go now. Besides, I need a shower. I stink." "No. We're not going on the island now. We're just going to row close enough and along some of the shore to see where there is a good spot to come back after dark. At night there is less chance of anyone seeing us and less chance of anyone caring if we're teen boys instead of men." "Why didn't you use this boat before?" I asked. "The woman who lived here before you had two big dogs and they weren't friendly," Jason said. "I was so happy when my dad said you guys were moving in. I've been waiting for you hoping you would help me make a path we can use. Will you?" "Hell yeah," Matt said. "But we will have to wait until we can get away from dad without him catching on." "Shit, I didn't think of that," Jason said clearly disappointed it wasn't going to be tonight. "Tell you what. Give me your phone. I'll put our numbers in and you can call us. Better yet, come back with your dad when he comes by after his work," Matt said. "Give us time to think so we can work something out." *** Dad's friend Joe was a hoot. Lots of fun. It was as if he and my dad were never separated. We three boys laughed at their stories until our sides hurt. When dad asked us if we'd be okay while he and Joe drove into town to pick up some beer and stop at a couple of guys' houses for some male bonding, we readily agreed. "Can Jason stay here until you guys get back?" Matt asked. The minute the car cleared the lane, Matt, Jason, and I were on our way to the boat. Jason was the most familiar with the water and he sort of took charge in the boat. In the silence with only the sounds of night insects and frogs he rowed along the shore, all three of us peering at the shoreline for a place we might be able to land. I saw a glint of metal reflect behind an area and pointed it out to Jason. Quietly he rowed closer until we discovered a channel into the island where other boats were pulled onto the grassy shore. Who knew? Other people were doing the same thing we were doing. In silence we left the boat and made our way along a trail already clearly defined. The excitement coursing through our veins was palpable. We came to a clearing and stopped, trying to orient ourselves. Shadows of male figures were moving along the edges of the clearing and disappearing and reappearing down trails and paths. "Come on," Jason motioned. "Let's see if we can find someone to service us." "I'll blow all three of you," a voice behind us made us jump. It was hard to make out definition in the shadow under all of the trees at night, but the guy was slim, had a beard, and was taller than any of us. He sounded young, but it was hard to tell. "Follow me," he whispered and headed along the edge of the clearing to a trail with us right behind him with him constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was following. He stopped in a small open area with a huge pine tree. Dropping to a squat by the tree he took Jason by the waist of his shorts and pulled him forward. "Wait. All three of us at the same time," Jason said. Matt pulled me by the arm and we stood beside Jason. "Drop you pants below your balls," the guy said. All three of us pushed or shorts and underwear down. The guy reached out and herded us closer together so our naked hips were touching. Matt was in the middle. "That's good," the guy said. His hands reached out and began to fondle Jason first and then Matt. "That's right, feel me up," Matt encouraged. "I've got something for you." The guy chuckled and moved his hands to me. When he fingered my new sparse pubes I heard him gasp. "Fuck kid, how old are you guys?" he asked. I almost panicked before I felt Matt's hand on my bare ass. "We're old enough to feed you. Are you going to blow us or not?" In answer the guy went down on me. I felt Matt squeeze my ass cheek. "Give it to the cocksucker." I did. Holding his head between my hands I instinctively embedded myself in the amazing slick warmth of his wet mouth. My thirteen year old peter was getting its first blowjob. And it was damn awesome! And then it stopped as the guy moved to Matt. What the fuck! I was almost ready to paint the guys tonsils with my thirteen year old jizz. "Fuck yeah," Matt groaned moving his hips back and forth. A twig snapped. The guy panicked, jumped up, and was gone in an instant. Reaching down to pull up our shorts, mine got tangled around my knees. I tumbled over scrambling to pull my shorts up while seated. Matt and Jason were already out of sight. Before I could get up and make my getaway, two very tall men were standing over me. I moved to my knees and froze not knowing which way Matt and Jason had gone. "What do you have here? Little cocksucker is already in position," my dad's voice said. Oh shit! Frozen, unable to breathe I watched the shadows of my dad and Jason's dad, Joe, unzip their jeans and push them below their hips. Both guys were commando. I could smell the fresh showered maleness of each man. The silhouettes of their male parts were magnificent. I was petrified not knowing what to do. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Matt hidden in the brush nodding to me, encouraging me to get on with it to keep all of us out of trouble. Fuck, what a mess. I tried to remember what the guy had done to us. Tentatively, I reached out and touched my dad's balls, moving my exploring fingers through his silky pubes and along his thick shaft. I must have seemed amateurish, because dad asked. "You ever suck a cock before?" In honesty, I shook my head no. "Well fuck me. Looks like we have a virgin mouth," Joe elbowed my dad. "What do you say let's train him?" "Sounds like a plan," the grin in dad's voice was noticeable. Dad took my smaller hand in his and guided me around his private parts. Christ! He has a big one. Putting his hand behind my head, entwining his fingers in my hair, dad hesitated as if having second thoughts before letting his fingers play in my soft hair. He leaned over and inhaled the scent of my hair. Thank goodness I had just had a shower a little while ago. His long graceful fingers traveled to my face outlining my lips before gently probing and inserting his right index finger for me to suck. And then dad pulled me forward guiding his dick between my lips and into my mouth. Holy crap, his cock was thick. I'd never put anything this large in my mouth before and had to open wide to accommodate him. I had a big fucking penis in my mouth and I was now officially a cocksucker. I could have sworn I heard Matt gasp. "Watch your teeth fellow," dad encouraged. "Use your tongue to lick and play with that thing while I'm in you." I did as he asked though there wasn't a lot of room left in my mouth the way he filled it. "Doing great fellow," dad said. Now I'm going to fuck your mouth and move back and forth slowly training you to take it deep. I don't think it will take me long. It's been a while since I've had a blowjob. You ready?" I nodded with my mouth still impaled on dad. "Good. Here goes. Oh yeah, fucking suck it. Take it cocksucker," dad rasped moving his cock in and out of my mouth. Oh my god, I was sucking my dad's cock. And he loved it. I could hear the pleasure in his voice; heard every breath he took. My eyes watered every time he softly nudged the head of it against my throat, but I found myself wanting to please him. God I loved this man. He was so kind and gentle I almost felt as if he was making love to me. Dad clamped my head between his hands and held me in place. My every instinct knew he was getting close. I put my tongue to work. Something deep in me, primal, wanted him to bust in my mouth. I wanted to taste his essence. Bring him joy. "Okay, you little cocksucker, I'm getting close," dad said. "Get ready for it. It's going to be a lot and I squirt hard. Either take it out now and let me cum on your face or leave it there and I'll feed you direct from my meat." Reaching around dad, I put my hands on his firm naked ass and pulled him closer until the tips of his thick male bush tickled my nose. He stood still and then the strong cock contractions began. I felt the first jet splash against my palate followed by another even stronger. "Oh fuck yeah. Yeah! Oh fuuuuccckkkkk! Cummmmmming! Fuuuuccckk! Fuck!" I savored the thick hot texture of him shooting in my mouth. My chest got tight with warm emotion letting my dad use me for his pleasure. He continued to fill me. Every pulse and cock spasm gave me more until, with a long exquisite sigh he stopped. Sated. My mouth was flooded but I didn't want to let him go. The taste was different; surprising mild and enjoyable. When he pulled back I leaned forward trying to hold him just a bit longer. "Okay. That's enough," dad laughed slapping his cock against my cheeks and dragging a string of residual cum across my lips. "Take care of my buddy here." Dad leaned to Joe and said something so low I couldn't hear. And then he said loud enough for me to barely hear, "don't be rough." "You sure about this?" Joe said aloud seeming surprised. Dad nodded, giving Joe a slap on his bare ass. "He did pretty damn good for his first time." I swiveled toward Joe. He was more than ready and guided his rigid dick past my lips and into the damp softness of my mouth. I knew Matt and Jason were watching me. I should have felt anxious, humiliated, or nervous, but I didn't. Joe was playfully humping my mouth while his long male fingers grasped my hair. "You want it?" Joe asked. I nodded going deep on him. "Oh hell, here it cums! Oh my god. Yeessssss! Take it cocksucker," Joe hissed in pleasure. Joe allowed me a couple of last licks before hiking his jeans up. Without another word dad and Joe left me kneeling there. After they were sure the coast was clear, Matt and Jason stepped out of the brush not saying a word. The silence was scary. "I'm sorry," I started to weep. I couldn't get away and dad would have recognized my voice if I spoke aloud. I didn't want you guys to get in trouble." Both boys were still silent. "Are you okay?" Matt asked in a whisper I had to strain to hear. "Yes." "How was it?" Matt asked. "Did you hate it?" I hesitated and decided to be truthful. "No. Because it was dad it was good. He was gentle but boy does he cum a lot. Thought I was going to drown. Same with Joe. He was good." "Do you still want to try and find us all a cocksucker or will you do us now?" Matt asked. I could sense the unease he felt asking me to suck his cock. "I might not be able to suck you back, but I'll jack you off when we get home," Matt added as an incentive. "Okay, I'll do it. I'll do Jason first in case we get interrupted again. That way if we do, I can suck you at home," I told Matt. "Thanks Nace. You're the best," Jason said while offering his fourteen year old peter to me. I decided to experiment and play with Jason. He smelled good. I nuzzled his blonde boy pubes and licked his fuzzy balls. Teasing him with my tongue, I kept the precum wiped away just enough to tantalize him but not put him in my mouth. Jason grabbed my head and impaled me in one thrust. "Get down on it," he growled. "Aw fuck that feels awesome Nace." I went to work on him, this time using my hand on his shaft while going up and down on him. His breath was ragged. And then I felt his knees buckle. Aw shit, I'm cumming down his throat." The jets of warm fourteen year old boy cum coated my tongue. He tasted similar to his dad, just not the same volume. Matt pushed his shorts and briefs below his fifteen year old balls before taking his long dick and rubbing it across my lips just like dad did. When I opened to take him in he stepped back and laughed. "You want it you cute cocksucker, come get it," he teased. "Fuck you," I grinned and inched toward him. "I think it's the other way around. I'm going to be the guy fucking giving it to you," Matt said and slipped his dick in my mouth. Damn, my brother is a younger version of my dad. He even had the same moves and was giving me similar instructions of what he liked. I aim to please. Grin. "Oh yeah, bro, you want my load don't you? I'm going to give it to you. You fucking ready?" Matt growled. Before I could answer, spurts of delicious fifteen year old teen ball cream splattered against the back of my mouth. I moaned in gratitude as he was unloading and spurting in me. "Holy shit. Eat it bro," Matt hissed in wonderful pleasure. "Oh my god that felt better than anything I've ever felt." *** Making sure the small boat was safe on the grass we ran to the house. Rounding the corner we breathed a sigh of relief when we didn't see Joe's truck in the driveway. He and dad were still out. "Come on. I'll jack you off before dad gets home. Jason can watch," Matt said taking my lower arm and pulling me into the house. Too late, headlights from Joe's truck were coming down the lane. Fuck! "Sorry bro," Matt said. "I'll try to play with your junk after dad is asleep, but you have to be quiet. Is that alright?" "Sure," I said trying not to let the disappointment sound through. Joe waited for Jason in his truck after dad got out. We waved goodbye and went inside. I kept glancing at dad to see if he was acting different, but he seemed normal. "So what did you boys do tonight?" dad asked. "Aw, nothing much. Just hung out. It was cool. Jason's cool," Matt said. "What did you and Joe do dad?" "Hmmmmm, well let me see. We bought some beer, went to So Isle and found us an adorable little cocksucker we trained to drain our pipes. Damn excellent little cocksucker too. Showed a lot of potential," dad said with a straight face. "Hope we run into him again sometime." You could have heard a pin drop, Matt and I went quiet, stunned from the shock. Holy shit! Did dad just tell us he and Joe got a blowjob. He's never said anything like that to us before. Holy shit again! When neither Matt nor I responded, dad asked. "So did Nace suck your's and Jason's cocks too? Or did all three of you take turns?" Double; triple shock even. Finally I gathered what little wits I could find and barely whispered. "It was me. Only me. I sucked them off after you and Joe left. How did you know it was me?" "When I put my hands in your hair. No one else I know has hair that feels so full and soft and smells like you or Matt. When I touched your face there was no doubt it was you. Even in the shadows, your features were clear to me. I'm your dad for Christ's sake, you think I wouldn't recognize my own sons." Dad sat in the big chair while Matt and I stood waiting for the next bomb to drop. "Did you get off?" dad asked me. I shook my head no not trusting myself to speak. Tears were welling in my eyes. "Come here," dad held his arms out. I went to him. He pulled me onto his lap and held me. "We're going to have to do something about you not getting those cute little rocks off. What do you say we all take a shower, hit the bed naked and suck and fuck each other's brains out? I'm horny as hell and have a hankering for some thirteen and fifteen year old peter cream and boy pussy." I felt dad's rod poking my butt. "So who do you want to give your first blowjob load to? Me or your brother?" dad asked while his hand fished down the front of my shorts and explored my thirteen year old junk with playful fingers. Matt's eyes were as big as saucers. "Matt, you want to watch dad suck me off, and then you and I suck him at the same time?" I grinned. "Oh yeah! Sounds like a plan except this time I want to try and take dad's load," Matt wiggled his eyebrows. Deal? "Deal," I laughed. *** Dad was the last out of the shower. When he walked in the bedroom with a towel around his waist, Matt and I jumped off the bed and attacked him, yanking the towel and letting it drop, dragging him to the bed. Dad made a mock growl, picked me up and playfully tossed my naked body on the bed. When he landed on top of me laughing and began covering my body with tickling kisses, I went into giggling fits. Couldn't help it. Matt stood at the side of the bed laughing at us. Dad's lips and tongue worked down my torso until I felt his warm breath near my thirteen year old hard on. "I'm going to suck your cock," dad teased in a corny Dracula accent. He nuzzled my smooth balls and sparse pubes. "Damn you smell good boy. Reminds me of subtle oranges and cardamom." His tongue traced the under ridge of my hard young teen cock making it jump in anticipation. "Down boy," he chuckled wrapping his long fingers around my dick pretending to hold it still. I was so focused on my groin region and the promise of dad taking me in his mouth that I was only vaguely aware that Matt was on the bed and rubbing his hands up and down dad's hairy legs. When Matt's hands massaged dad's firm buns and dipped to cup his balls, dad moaned and went down on me. Fuck! My little ass came of the bed trying to push my dick and balls in the exquisite hot wet of dad's mouth. Dad chuckled around my teen rod and put his magic tongue to work. Fuck! He was playing with me, licking and stroking the shaft and head. Something tells me he has done this before. "Dad, I'm getting close," I warned. He slowed, going up and down on me until my thirteen year old wet shaft would cool and then go back down until I was completely engulfed in the slick hot wet of his mouth. "Fuck!" I yelled unable to control myself. This was the first time I'd ever said anything like this aloud where my dad could hear. He chuckled around my cock and let his tongue dart out and lick my balls when he was all the way down on me. He was driving me crazy. I wanted to cum but he would back off and tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. I sat straight up, grabbed his head and encircled my arms around it trapping him in my lap, his mouth on my boy cock. I began to frantically fuck his mouth. He let me. All common sense abandoned me. I humped my dad's face. I was only thinking with the head of my horny peter. "Who's the cocksucker now? How does it feel to know your youngest son is going to spurt his teenage load in your mouth? You fucking want it don't you cocksucker? You fucking love sucking my hard teen dick don't' you?" Subconsciously, I realized my ranting was driving dad and Matt crazy. I could see Matt's head bobbing between dad's legs; dad's thick shaft fucking Matt's mouth. Matt's fingers and hands playing with dad's balls, running through his beautiful pubic hair, circling his shaft and jacking him while blow him. Fucking hot! Dad wasn't chuckling anymore. He was moaning, a deep guttural growl around my boy cock. The delicate humming vibrations caused my eyes to glaze and roll. I was on the cusp of experiencing an earthly paradise unlike anything I've known before. "I can't hold it! I can't. Its cumming!" Clamping tight around dad's head I literally exploded. The blast was body shattering in the most extreme pleasurable way. "Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! Ooooooh fuuuuck! Dad I'm busting in your mouth." I growled pumping my thirteen year old boy cum into dad's eager mouth. I've never felt such wonderful spasms coming from my cock making my whole body tingle from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. Unbelievably, a first for me, I had a second orgasm immediately following the first. Another series of creamy jets erupted from me feeding my dad more of my ball juice. "Grrrrrrrgggghhhh," I could only articulate with animal sounds. The contractions began to subside, but the awesome wonder of the experience lingered. Dad kept my dick in his mouth. I could feel thick warm cum encircling my still hard shaft. Reaching down with a free hand, dad placed it on the back of Matt's head and held him in place. With muffled grunts around my cock, dad began to erupt in his older teen son's mouth. Matt's eyes widened in surprise at the force and volume of dad's load, but he let dad empty his hairy balls in his mouth. Matt's eyes got a pleasant faraway look while dad was cumming in his mouth. For the first time I saw my older brother shoot his load across the bed and on my dad's hairy legs. In a trance we all disengaged, huge satisfied smiles on all our faces. Dad scooped up Matt's cum and fed it to all of us from the ends of his fingers. Afterwards, we fell back on the bed. With dad in the middle Matt and I snuggled up naked next to him. Both of us had busy hands fondling dad's long thick toy. Occasionally Matt and I would reach across dad and play with each other's stuff. "Fucking great boys I have!" dad whispered aloud. "Tomorrow we begin training to top and bottom." "What's that?" I asked; my naiveness obvious. Matt chuckled. "Dad is going to fuck us." My eyes got big. "You guys are going to fuck me too and each other," dad said. "Don't worry. We'll take it slow and easy and break you guys in with different size dildos starting small to being able to handle one as big as me." "Sounds like a plan," I said. Dad and Matt laughed. Matt and I softly humped dad's hairy thighs before coming to a rest and drifting off to sleep in the arms of the man who love us more than anyone. *** The end