Date: Fri, 29 May 2020 02:46:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: rilobo1 schoengut <rilobo1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Melting-Pot-14

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Melting Pot - Chapter 14 by Rilobo1

Ok. I was stunned. A straight, blond, completely naked, Nordic father was
spread out in next to me with his legs splayed wide open. Had there been
some super-secret gay lotto that I had won? I forced my eyes back up to
meet his, and asked him if he were sure about this. He just gave me that
cock-eyed grin, and said "wenn schon, denn schon" (a German proverb:
roughly, if you're going to do something, then do it thoroughly.)
That's enough for me, so I asked him to please go to the bathroom and
prepare himself His response? (I shouldn't have been surprised) "You
told both of us to go upstairs and, and get ready for training, so we
did." He wiggled himself down toward the hard, firm edge of the new IKEA
sofa. I got down on my knees on the floor between his legs, took the
towel he had also brought, raised his hips a little, and he helped me to
cover the sofa cushion. For final clarification, I asked him what limits
he wanted to set. Again, his answer was simple: do to me what you would
do for Jonas.

I took in the whole scene. Indeed, he looked like a magnified vision of
his son. His long, muscular legs had blonde hair only on his lower legs,
his shapely feet were quite long. His ass had only a light dusting of
blonde peach fuzz, between his cleft, well as his taint and scrotum was
hairless, and his is cock was mostly flaccid -- and why shouldn't it be.
He was straight, and had just dumped a massive load into his own son's
ass. I was rock hard, as I hadn't cum yet, and, well straight married
father's virgin ass staring up at me. I grabbed his cock in my fist, and
pumped it up and down a few times. Leaning forward, I pulled his foreskin
down under the corona, and put a vacuum seal around his cock head,
sucking on it for a moment  or two before putting the entire shaft into
my mouth. I looked up at his face, and his eyes were focused like a laser
beam on the scene below.

I remembered him telling me that he needed a visual to get going for
Jonas, so I gave him a visual. With my eyes intently staring up into his
face, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and began attacking it with my
tongue, slipping it into his foreskin, and providing friction to his
cockhead. Stripping the foreskin back again, I licked all around his rim
of his helmet, and probed his piss slit with the tip of my tongue. It
worked: his glans began swelling, and within a few heartbeats, his cock
was hard, and throbbing at the rhythm of his heartbeat. I raised up off
his cock and stopped his protest, telling him that I would normally make
Jonas cum here, but since Juergen was an adult, cumming now would prevent
him for knowing how to appreciate what was coming next. He accepted that
reasoning.

To compensate, I put both my hands under his knees, pushed them back and
apart, and dove down on that sweet, pink, virgin pussy, kissing and
tonguing it with every fiber of my being. He moaned, and replaced my hand
with his own, pulling his knees back even farther. I moved my own hands
down to his ass, and used them to spread his cheeks out more, so that my
tongue could begin digging even deeper. I looked up at his face again, to
find him staring at me. He started talking dirty: "You like that pussy?
Yeah? It's opening up for you." My mouth and tongue were so occupied
that I could only hum "mmmm hmmm" in response.

Then, he changed things up: He altered his voice into a falsetto,  told
me that his name is Jonas, and asked me to please not tell his Papa that
I was eating him and going to fuck him hard and deep and breed his virgin
cunt (he used the German word "Jungfrauvotze". Wow! New vocabulary
item: I'd never heard that one before) I raised up long enough to look
at the pussy before me beginning to dilate, and to tell him that I
promised not to tell his papa that his dirty little boy was about to be
fucked by a neighbor man. OK. I like role playing, so why not? I lifted
up and told him "I'm sorry Jonas. I can't fuck your virgin pussy,
because I don't have any condoms," before diving back down and digging
my tongue into an increasingly loose and sloppy anus. "Jonas" went
further, raising his legs even higher, and said "Please Mister Rich, I
don't care about condoms. I don't want any condoms. I need you to fuck
me raw, and show me what it feels like. I need to know where my itch is,
what it feels like, and what it feels like when it gets scratched
properly. Mr. Rich, you know where my itch is, so I need to feel your
hard cock fill and scratch my itch, and pound my boycunt, and cum inside
me, so I can know how to explain everything to my Papa so he will be able
to understand me." Wenn schon, den schon indeed. I love role playing but
this was transcendent: the man really loved his son so much that he was
willing to go all the way down this particular road, and learn how to
better help his child through this.

I grabbed the lube, and squirted some out on the first two fingers of my
right hand. I lifted up, placed my fingers at the edge of his anus, and
said "OK Jonas. In order for me to help you, I have to get you opened up
enough for my cock. I'm going to do this slowly with my fingers. It may
feel uncomfortable, but I'm going to go slowly. Please let me know if
anything is too painful, OK?"  Juergen broke character for a bit and
said "don't worry. I will." Before going back to his falsetto voice,
saying "Do whatever you need Mister Rich, I'm ready." I pushed my
index finger halfway into the little gape that my tongue had created,
wiggling it around to gauge the tension of his anal ring; it was taut,
but pliable. I pushed in a little deeper, making sure I was looking up
into his face to detect any sign of distress. I also told him that if
things felt too tight, he could press down with his muscles as if he were
on the toilet to help with the entry, and to please let me know vocally
what was going on, and to tell me when to stop, and when to continue. He
said that it was all ok, and that I could go further.

I added the second finger and pushed in, twisting them to stretch the
entire sphincter. He winced for just a few seconds, took a deep breath,
and relaxed a bit, his legs coming back down just a bit. After a few more
monents, I curled my fingers up toward his prostate, and began a quick
flicker with both fingers. "Jonas'" eyes went wide -- as did his legs
again, and his breathing became more rapid and shallow. "Jonas?" I
asked him, "Is that where your itch is?  I think I found it." Juergen
dropped the role play, saying in his normal voice "Oh my God. That's
incredible. I've never felt anything like that!" His penis was still
rock hard, and drooling a constant stream of pre-cum from his enlarged,
purple, half exposed cockhead. I stopped flickering, and held my fingers
in place. Juergen's breaths slowed down and became deeper. I could also
feel his sphincter relax bit by bit until I felt that he was ready for a
third finger. I asked him if he was ready, and he nodded yes. When it was
in, and joined the others in twisting around his sphincter,  I visually
checked in on Juergen -- his head was leaned back, and his face seemed to
be at peace. I withdrew the fingers, and his head snapped forward, eyes
questioning what was going on. I put all three fingers in at once, and
then removed them, keeping up the entry and withdrawal, with the
occasional flicker on the prostate, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

As I had told Juergen earlier, when Juergen was ready, he would let me
know what to do next, and when to do it. It was not long in coming
either. "Jonas" made his reappearance, looking down at me, and saying
"I'm ready Papa. Please fuck me Papa. I really really do feel the itch,
and it's making me crazy. Please Papa. make the itch go away with your
big Papa cock!" Is this something Jonas had really uttered?  "Juergen"
reappeared just afterward, and confirmed the request. He told me that he
really could feel it, and was ready to understand how his son felt. I
grabbed the lube, and slickened up my cock, and Juergen moved to hold
each foot with the corresponding hand, bringing Juergens legs into the
proper configuration and angle for a proper ass fucking. "Put it in me
and fuck me just like I put it in and fucked Jonas earlier." Oh my God,
I thought: I am about to fuck an entirely heterosexual, butt-virgin,
married father. His cock was producing a lot of pre-cum, so I scooped it
up and applied it to my own cock. I took a deep breath, and lined up my
now even slicker cockhead, checking in visually with Juergen. He nodded
his go-ahead, I told him to bear down, and then pushed forward all the
way into him.

Juergen's eyes bugged out a bit, and he explosively exhaled with an
"oof!" . For a microsecond, I considered pausing the fuck, but Juergen
had been clear: fuck him like he fucked Jonas. I pulled back nearly out,
and plunged in again, one second strokes: in with an audible "slap" on
the "one", and out on the "Mississippi". I kept up this pace for a
couple of minutes until Juergen seemed to have come to terms with his
very recent deflowering. He had been looking up at me, until we both
heard a noise to the rear and right of me. Without changing the rhythm of
the fuck, we both looked in that direction, and saw Jonas's head
disappear behind the wall. I looked down at Juergen with a "what do we
do?" look -- and he took charge, telling me to continue, and calling his
still naked son over to the couch. Jonas asked him "are you doing this
for me Papa?", the answer? "yes son. I love you, and I'm learning how
to take care of you. Please stay here and watch".

Juergen then asked me to take his ankles, and to let him feel what
"scratching" feels like. I pushed forward, changing my angle of attack,
and started giving short, quick thrusts into Juergen's prostate. I
thought for a second that the man's head was about to explode! He
started screaming and whimpering, and his eyes rolled back in his head:
he wouldn't be able to take much more of this, so I changed to Jona's
preference -- two long, and one short thrusts. This brought Juergen back
down from the stratosphere. Looking over, I could see little Jonas'
penis was again hard as a rock, pulsing with his heartbeat. His glans had
pulled out past his foreskin, and he had droplets of fluid pooling in his
little piss slit. I removed my right hand from my ankles, scooped up
Jonas' pre-cum with my finger, and app;lied it to the interface of my
cock and Juergen's ass. Returning my hand to his ankles, Juergen looked
up at Jonas, and said "Kuss mich, mein Schatzi" (Kiss me my little
treasure.)

This was all to much for me, and I started giving short strokes again,
and sped things up. Jonas asked me if his Papa was about to come, and I
nodded "yes". Jonas then shocked both of us: he climbed up on the sofa,
straddled his father's hips facing me, I realigned Juergen's legs, to
allow it, and Jonas lowered himself down on his father's obscenely
engorged cockhead. Jonas said "help me! I don't want to waste my
Papa's sperms!" so I grabbed him by the hips with both hands, and began
physically masturbating the father with the son's ass. None of us lasted
long afterward. I felt Juergen's internal spasms, and drove deep where I
had my own spasms. I just let gravity do its thing, and Jonas fell down
to completely engulf his father's cock, and began having his own orgasm
just as the father began filling the son again with his second load of
the day.

We disentangled, and went Juergen send Jonas to the bathroom to get some
more towels. While he was gone, Juergen thanked me, saying that he was
now beginning to understand why Jonas was the way he is. He also raised
himself up, and gave me a nice kiss full on the lips. Jonas saw the kiss
as he returned with the towels, and asked "Papa, bist du auch jetzt
schwul?" (Papa, are you gay now too?) Juergen just laughed a little bit,
and said that no, he's not gay now, but he learned how to enjoy being a
little gay from time to time. I told Juergen that in order for the both
of to be properly broken in, they really needed to spend some time with
Atul, because he had the PERFECT cock to scratch both their itches.
Juergen then grinned at me, and asked me to please set up that
appointment! I told him that we could go and ask right now! It was
getting to be close to the time that Atul had to go pick the bitch --
err, Rana up anyway, so even if Atul and Jason were still rutting, they
needed to stop. Juergen got us both a Koelsch beer, and we enjoyed it as
we all went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up a bit before getting
dressed. Juergen also gave little Jonas a bit of his beer, and Jonas
surreptitiously took a few sips of mine as well. I'm getting to like
this little scamp greatly, and his Papa too.

Now fully dressed, it was 2:00 PM, and all three of us started the trek
downstairs, where we met with the Ramirez family just returning from
church and probably a long community lunch afterward as was usually the
case. Alex ran up to me, and gave me a big hug. Carla and Felipe both
thanked me for taking care of him the past two nights -- if they only
knew how well I took care of him! Alex asked if Jason was around, and I
told him he was probably inside (wink wink), so Alex also joined our
invasion party as his parents started up the stairs. Juergen stopped
them, thanked them, and told them that the tamales were the most
delicious thing they had ever eaten, Carla just giggled with delight, and
they went on their way. All four of us went into the apartment, and I
whispered that they should wait a bit, and let me look in on Atul and
Jason. I went to the guestroom, rapped lightly on the door, and asked if
I might come in: I heard two voices, one high, and one low say "yes". I
cracked the door, and stepped inside.

What I saw was a thing of beauty. Atul was standing there, slow dancing
with Jason to silent music. He was holding Jason up against his chest,
each of his strong hands clutching one of Jason's butt cheeks, Jason's
arms wrapped around Atul's chest, and legs wrapped around Atuls's hips.
Jason's head lay on Atul's right shoulder, with a wide, contented smile
on his face. As the dancing couple slowly turned around, it was obvious
that Atul's cock was firmly planted inside Jason, as Atul's strong arms
ever so slowly raised and lowered Jason's body over it. Cue Alex to
storm in on the scene. When he got in and saw what was going on, he just
said "Woooahh"! jumped on the bed, and started taking his clothes off.
I suppose I couldn't blame him: he was the only one in the apartment
that had not had sex at least twice that day.  As Alex approached total
nudity, I told Atul that he should probably be getting ready to go get
Rana. Atul just smiled and said that Rana had texted him to pick her up
after 4:00 PM, and that he was going to enjoy the bonus extra time with
his baby, who just cooed in delight.

I then told them that Juergen and Jonas were outside in the living room.
Jason said that Atul had told him about everything, and that he was fine
with helping them out. Alex just blurted out "were you teaching them how
to fuck right? " I just looked at him, told him that there were probably
better ways to express that, and that yes. They needed our help. Alex
just said "Cool! They're both HOT! Bring them in here then!" Oh,
that's my dear, sweet, little boywhore!  Jason looked at me, and said
yes, he wanted to help as well, and Atul just nodded his assent, and kept
dancing with his little sweetheart in his arms. Alex, on the other hand,
was just sitting on the bed, naked, and hard as a railroad spike. I
stepped out into the living room and told Juergen and Jason that we
should probably switch to English, and that there were three very naked
people in the room who have invited them in. I started taking off my
clothes -- again, and Papa and son quickly followed suit. In less than a
minutes, three additional naked people entered the guest bedroom.

Subtle Alex (ahem) just shouted "wow! They look just like each other!"
Our guests needed a minute to take stock of everything there was to see.
First, they looked over the beautiful Indian man who had his cock impaled
inside the small Asian boy, then eyes went over to the bed, where Alex
was on his bed, legs spread, and hard as a nail, fingering his tiny hole.
I told Atul that what both our new neighbors needed most was an
experience with his very perfect tool. I told them I had not described it
to them, but if he would be so kind as to show them, they would
understand. Jason said that he'd had plenty of it today, and asked Atul
to put him down, and show them. Atul began lifting Jason up, up, up, and
up until the huge cockhead pulled out of Jason's hole with a "plop,"
and set Jason down. Jason then moved up onto the bed with Alex, and both
of them cuddled together with little kisses. Both Meier males stood there
with mouths agape at Atul's penis. I walked over to Atul, and pulled his
foreskin back so that they could both appreciate the shape, size and
angle of Atul's perfect cockhead. I then told them this is why they both
needed some time with Atul, and they just both nodded in silent
agreement.

The thing that surprised me the most is that Juergen said "I have to
have that", went over to the bed, laid down on his back, lifted his
legs, and then pleaded for Atul to fuck him. His son went over to his
father's side, and sat next to him in the perfect posture to watch. I
looked at Atul, and told them that both of them were stretched out
perfectly for them, but might need some "medicine" to get through the
first penetration by that monster. Juergen did question this
"medicine", but I told him it was something called "poppers", and it
was safe. Juergen surprised me again by saying "poppers? Cool. I
haven't had any since leaving Germany. Anna and I used it all the
time." Alex tossed the lube over to Juergen, and I ran to the kitchen to
get a fresh bottle of poppers out of the freezer. On returning, Atul was
already between Juergen's legs, properly lubed, lined up, and ready to
go. I cracked open the new bottle, and handed it to Juergen, who
immediate took three good huffs, before raising his legs wider. Atul
pressed forward, and after a few tense moments, breached the straight
man's ramparts for the second time in his life, and second time in a
single day.

Atul went about his routine, and soon was pulling completely out of
Juergen, and then ramming all the way down again, causing Juergen to
yelp, moan, scream, and beg for more. All of us gathered around to watch
the incredibly hot scene of Atul's bronze meat punch into Juergen's
pink and alabaster hole, and the same hole refusing to let go of Atul's
cockhead. Juergen didn't want to be selfish though, and soon asked Atul
to pull out so that Atul could give attention to his son, noting with a
smirk that if he had spent any more time on Atul's cock, he would have
become 100% gay. On hearing this Jonas just laid down in a similar
posture to his father. Alex grabbed the lube and greased Jonas up, while
Jason took the poppers, and administered them to the boy, explaining what
to do. Atul then set up shop between Jonas' legs until Jonas was ready.
All eyes were on Jonas' face as Atul penetrated him. The child yelped,
but took it like a soldier. Soon, he was grinding his ass back into
Atul's pubic hair and balls before the organ was ripped from his rectum,
and then plunged back inside, We were all watching along amazed that the
little hole was taking that kind of a pounding. The child moaned and
screamed, and pleaded for more,  obviously enjoying what Atul's hook and
knob was doing to his tiny little prostate!

Atul then pulled out and announced that all three adults should let the
boys ride the merry go round. We let Atul direct the scene. He spread the
beach towels ono the floor, and had all three boys lay on their backs,
their heads together, in a kind of triangle. Atul got down between
Jason's legs, I got down between Alex's legs, and Juergen got down
between Jonas' legs. Atul grabbed his phone, and set a timer for 60
seconds. Every man mounted his boy, Atul started the timer, and the merry
go round was off! The boys were all moaning and cooing when the timer
went off. Then, all the men went to the boy on the right, penetrated, and
started the timer again for the next round. This went on for at least 10
or 11 rounds, and Juergen verbally complemented each boy on how sexy he
was, and how tight and good he felt as he pounded their little butts.
Finally Atul couldn't stand it anymore, and started filling Alex's
little bottom with his always copious load. Atul's grunts and Alex's
moans provided the auditory stimulus for me to start cumming inside
Jonas, and Juergen to follow, blowing his load inside Jason. We were all
worn out, and just stayed in the boy we were conjoined to until the
erections wilted, and we slipped out. Thank goodness Atul had the
foresight to put down the beach blankets!

Finally, it was time for Atul to go fetch Rana, and Sunday Funday was
over. We all cleaned up and dressed, and prepared to head our separate
ways. Juergen looked like he needed a two day nap, but made sure he told
Jonas that whenever he had the itch and Papa wasn't around, it was ok if
Mister Rich or Mister Atul took care of him. Jonas grinned broadly, and
gave Atul and I a big hug and a kiss. Atul headed out, and the Meier clan
followed shortly thereafter, followed by Jason. Alex hung around for a
few minutes to cuddle with me before he left as well. Finally alone, I
made myself a mug of tea, and headed out to the veranda to enjoy the
approaching sunset.

Atul's car pulled up just as I was finishing my mug of tea, and before
the doors even opened, I heard Rana's shrill voice shouting at Atul, I
didn't know what she was saying, but I did hear the word "vaikalyam"
clearly at least twice. I nodded with a smile at Atul as he stepped
toward the stairs, and while she was still yelling, I was ready. I had
learned a phrase of my own in Telugu from google translate, and I shouted
it out: "Dushta stri, noru muyandi" (Shut your mouth, you evil woman).
She stopped in her tracks, and snapped her head to silently stare at me.
I just stared back at her for two seconds,  waved her off dismissively,
and returned my attention to the rest of my tea, which was certainly more
important than that fucking evil cunt bitch: she can just go to hell for
treating my man that way. She stomped her foot, and looked at Atul,
clearly demanding that he avenge her honor. I was proud that Atul just
pointed upward toward their door, indicating that she needed to go home.
She then blessedly started stomping back up the stairs with no further
commentary. Atul looked at me, smiled softly, and mouthed the words "I
love you".  I do love that man, and I hope he sneaks out again and uses
my key again tonight to sleep in my arms, if only for a little while.