By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
© BJB Conglomerated Media
This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.
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My son Channing and I were on our way to our new home in Columbia, South Carolina. I had decided that I needed a break, so we decided to spend the night at Primrose Farm Bed & Breakfast, even though they tried to dissuade us because they are renovating parts of the house.
I exited Interstate 81 and Chan helped me follow the GPS directions. We drove on local roads for about ten minutes until I spotted a scrolled iron arch holding a painted wooden sign that read "Primrose Farm Bed & Breakfast: 145 acres of heaven."
At the bottom of the sign was a rainbow flag emblem.
I turned to Chan. "Where did you find this place?"
"Well, it came up on several sites, but I read the reviews on purpleroofs.com and decided this is where I wanted to stay."
"Just because it's gay-friendly?"
"No, dad, because it's clothing optional."
I laughed heartily.
"I love you to the moon and back, my crazy, brazen son."
"I love you to Neptune and back, my beautiful, tasty father."
"Tasty?"
"Delicious."
I turned into the drive and started toward our unseen destination. A couple hundred feet down the gently winding and rising drive there was a sign that read, "Warning: This is a clothing-optional facility. If you are offended by the human body, please use the turn-around to the right."
A second sign a few yards beyond the first one read, "Continuing on this path signifies your agreement to encounter naked people of any age and gender, and to comply with our code of conduct."
I supposed one has to protect oneself when one is running a business where people run around naked.
We drove another quarter mile on the paved private road until the trees opened up to a lawn that looked simultaneously perfectly manicured and completely natural. It was the perfect setting for the impressive three-story cut stone house that dominated the rising.
The style looked to me to be late Victorian or Edwardian, with its oversize dentil bracketry and a prominent octagonal oculus piercing the roof. It was quite large and apparently had several tasteful additions put on over the decades.
The house appeared to be in excellent shape and meticulous repair. The steep slate roofs had gleaming copper ridge caps and snow guards. The downspouts also appeared to be new, and substantial, copper as they descended next to heavy limestone quoins at the exterior corners.
I leaned forward to see an enameled wrought iron weathercock atop the oculus. It took me a moment to realize that the colorful embellishment on the top represented a cluster of oversized primrose blossoms. Of course.
While I took in the masterful craftsmanship on display before me, Chan grabbed his phone and Mr. Bunny, then threw open his door and jumped down.
"Come on dad, grab your stuff and let's check in," he commanded enthusiastically.
"Chan, you're naked."
"Dad, which part of `clothing-optional' didn't you understand? Duh."
Well, I suppose, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
I grabbed my cell phone, wallet, and the van keys and walked up to the long wooden porch where Chan waited for me. The wicker blades of ceiling fans were turning slowly, churning the air. It was about an hour before sunset, and the evening was warm, but not oppressive.
The front door had an ornate leaded glass lite that refracted the light emanating from the interior. I turned a bronze doorknob so large I could barely get my hand around it, and we walked into a spacious entrance hall suitably decorated in Edwardian style. The door had a bell on it that clanged our arrival.
I stood in the entry hall, my eyes darting around the fussy décor . There was a stair hall behind the entry hall with an ornate bronze light fixture rising out of a massive newel post. To our right was a large reception room, perhaps twenty-four feet square, with a fourteen-foot ceiling whose ornate plaster moldings were illuminated by a softly-glowing three-tier crystal chandelier. Beyond that was the dining room that is under restoration. It looked like the furniture was pulled to the center and covered in thick drop cloths. Several stepladders stood empty around the room.
I heard footsteps coming from the left, and we stepped into what I supposed used to be the front and back parlors. Now it was set up to be the reception/check-in area. The front room was bare, including the medium plank maple floor. A single utility lamp lit the room.
Chan and I walked through the wide doorway into the room with our arms around each other's hips. He was happily naked. I wore my loafers.
The footsteps got closer, and a thick oak six-panel door swung open. A thin gentleman about 5'9" who looked to be in his mid or late thirties came through the door and stopped as he looked at the naked strangers. He wore only a pair of white tennis shorts. He was fit but not overly built and sported a mat of trimmed dark hair on his torso. His shorts displayed an impressive bulge.
He fingered his red thick-framed glasses.
"Well, I see that you've read up on our dress code. Welcome to Primrose Farm. I am Victor Demmel. My husband Cody and I own and operate this establishment."
I stepped forward and offered my hand, placing my phone, keys, and wallet on the check-in desk. Channing placed his things next to mine.
"I'm Andrew Tarnow. This is my son, Channing."
He shook my hand, then stopped as he comprehended what I said.
"I'm sorry, did you say your son?"
"That's correct."
"Oh my goodness. I might have guessed brothers because there are remarkable similarities. But father and son? Never. A hearty welcome to you both, Andrew and Channing."
Victor turned to pick up the phone. He pushed a button as a smile overspread his attractive face.
"Cody, sweetie, could you come up to the reception desk? No, that's fine. OK."
Victor turned to us. "I'm sorry, but I want my husband to come to see you. That sounds terrible, doesn't it? Forgive me."
I tried to relax him. "We are used to the questions. Don't worry about it. We understand that we're not typical."
"Certainly much too handsome to be typical," Victor blurted out.
"Thank you."
The oak door opened again, and Cody came through. He was naked and stood over six feet tall, with a narrow waist but very developed chest and arms. I would guess him to be in his mid-twenties. He had straight, dirty blond hair cut rather short. He was hairless from the neck down. His five-inch intact penis lay with its ample foreskin relaxed over large balls. His well-developed thighs had beautiful curving sweeps both fore and aft, giving his physique a sturdy yet proportional foundation.
Victor introduced us and then told him our relationship.
Cody didn't hold back. "No freaking way! Can I be so bold as to ask your ages?"
Chan took over. "Well, today is actually both our birthdays. I turned fifteen today and dad turned twenty-nine, though he looks much, much older."
Cody laughed. "You, young man, look much, much older. You look nothing like a fifteen-year-old."
Chan smiled. "Thank you?"
Cody spoke to his husband. "Hey baby, you're thirty-eight, and I'm twenty-three, so that means we're farther apart in age than this handsome father and son. Can I call you `daddy?'"
Victor laughed and kissed his husband. Cody turned to Chan.
"Can I ask how old is your mother?"
Victor punched him in his firm stomach and apologized to us.
I took Chan into my arms, and we pressed close to each other. I kissed his cheek. He whispered that he was not upset at the thought of his deceased mother. I spoke to Cody as I rubbed Chan's back and ass.
"Annika was two years older than I. Unfortunately, she passed away. Her funeral was today which why we are here on such short notice."
I continued to rub Channing's ass. The married gentlemen exchanged knowing glances as they began to comprehend the intimate nature of our father-son relationship.
Cody was crestfallen. He hurried around the check-in desk, which was probably a dry bar in its previous life, and wrapped his arms around us, pressing himself into Chan's back. His penis pressed against the back of my hand which was on Chan's ass at the time.
Cody almost cried. "I'm so, so very sorry. I completely forgot you mentioned about the terrible situation with your mother on the phone. I say such stupid things. What can I do to make this up to you?"
Chan managed to turn around while sandwiched between Cody and me. He held on to Cody, kissed him gently on the lips and said, "There's nothing to forgive. It's been a shitty day, but I am fine."
Chan rubbed Cody's compact, muscular ass as their penises pressed together as he said, "There is something you can do to make me feel better if you are willing."
Cody looked hopeful. "Anything at all. Name it."
Chan kissed him again. "Feed me, please."
Cody pulled back. "Yes, yes. Of course. We promised you dinner, and I was just finishing it up. Were you serious about eating in the kitchen? We can set you up somewhere else."
I turned to Victor and said, "We are happy to eat in the kitchen as long as you keep us company. But first, we should finish checking in."
Victor said, "You are checked in. You are our guests with our compliments for as long as you want. You have the run of the place."
I protested, "That's completely unnecessary. I have no problem paying for the night."
Cody jumped in, improvising. "That's impossible. You see, our credit card machine is suddenly broken just now, and it's against my religion to handle cash. So, there's no way around it: you are our guests. How many nights are you staying?"
I told him, "Just tonight."
"Oh, no. Please stay longer. Can't you? You must!"
"I'm afraid not. We have to get to South Carolina, so I can start my new job and get Chan settled in the new house."
Chan corrected me as he patted my ass, "But dad, your start date got pushed back until Wednesday because of mom's funeral. Couldn't we stay one extra night? Please? We would still get there Monday and have all day Tuesday to figure out the house. Please?"
Cody came around to me and held me, now pressing his cock into mine as he had done to my son. It affected me in a pleasant way. "Yes, Drew, please. Just one more day. You will love it here. I promise it will be restorative for both of you."
I kissed Cody gently for several seconds. "How can I say no? Thank you for the kindness. You are both sweet."
I rubbed Cody's ribs and then moved to the desk and leaned over it to kiss Victor similarly. I noticed that Victor had removed his shorts and was now as naked as his husband.
Victor's hair was moderately thick down to his pubis. It was trimmed to about a half an inch in length. His cut penis betrayed some tumescence and hung about six inches. It must have been six inches in circumference too. His scrotum was also generously proportioned and hairless.
Victor asked, "Do you have any luggage or anything to bring in?"
I answered, "No. We weren't planning to stop before getting to the house. We both have shorts and a shirt in the cab of the truck, but everything else, even our toothbrushes, are in the back of the van."
Victor assured us that any toiletries would be supplied. We headed to the kitchen. It was a pleasure to watch both Cody and Victor walk in front of us. I couldn't decide which of their backsides I found more alluring.
I thought the kitchen might be an industrial-looking creation to fit its new commercial function, but the two husbands had it designed as if it were plucked from 1910, although it had every modern convenience. There was little built-in cabinetry. Instead, there were bespoke hutches, dry sinks, islands and work tables of varying origins. They were all arranged around a massive burgundy and brass La Cornue range, with, what I presumed to be, the mythical salamander to its left.
Chan and I washed our hands and then sat down on two of the eight mismatched antique spindle chairs which surrounded the farm table. Victor sat with us while Cody brought out our dinner. My mouth watered before I could even see what was on the plate because the chef looked so delectable.
"Here is some trout misted with walnut oil and baked with fresh herbs, along with a mesclun salad dressed with orange zest and balsamic vinaigrette. The trout was caught this morning in the stream that crosses the farm, and everything in the salad except the citrus was grown here and picked today."
I looked at the plates which were expertly presented with generous portions. They smelled delicious. I smiled at Cody as he laid the plates in front of us. Chan was rubbing his bare belly to Victor's amusement. I took a bite of the trout. The often muddy taste of trout keeps it an infrequent meal for me, but this was spectacularly fresh and light. The herbs and walnut oil complemented the fish wonderfully.
I stood up and hugged Cody. "Marry me," I joked.
Victor laughed as he sat watching our reactions. "Listen, you can both have sex with him as much as you want, but he's stuck with me as his husband. Sorry to disappoint you."
I laughed but wasn't sure whether or not he was joking.
Chan had a mouth full of salad but didn't let that stop him from chiming in. "But what if we want to have sex with both of you? It's our birthday, after all."
Victor replied without hesitation. "You are correct, Channing. It would be terribly rude of us to deny you your birthday wish. You may both have sex with both of us however you desire, as often as you desire."
Chan swallowed and smiled broadly, filled with anticipation of spending time with our two hosts.
Cody was at the counter cleaning up pots and pans in the soapstone scullery sink. "My husband is serious, you know. We are dedicated to each other forever, so we are happy to let the other enjoy himself with whomever he desires.
"We like to be together when possible, whenever we enjoy the pleasure of other partners. It's best when we can share new partners. That way we learn more and more about our likes and desires.
"But, if we're traveling or otherwise separated, we don't hesitate to make new friends. We find that sex is a great way to make new friends."
I contemplated their point of view a moment and then said, "I think I have always shied away from the idea of marriage, in part, because I am not wired for monogamy, but your argument gives me something to think about."
Victor smiled at me as he kept an eye on both Chan and me to verify that we had no unfulfilled needs as we ate. He added, "We are perhaps atypical. We not only view monogamy as unnecessary, but we think it's actually harmful.
"Cody and I are sexual creatures. We think it would be injurious to our growth, both as individuals and as a couple to limit our interactions with other people.
"Sex is a meaningful way that we communicate. I hope Cody and I will have a chance to communicate sexually with both of you.
"After you leave, we will talk about how each of us experienced your bodies. We will compare your flavors and scents; your sounds and motions; the feel of your penises inside our mouths and asses, and all over our bodies; the feel of your mouths and asses around our penises; the feelings of dominance or submission we experience with each of you; and, the looks of tender affection we will exchange as we become friends.
"All of our experiences with you will bring us closer together. Cody can never fully understand how I feel when he makes love to me, but we will both understand what it feels like when the two of you fuck us. That will be a precious shared memory for us."
Chan and I looked at each other. I had never thought of it in quite those terms, but that was similar to what we had just experienced too. Our adventures at the tailor shop and in our bed with Mike and Dave brought us closer together.
My son had cleared half his plate. He stood up to reveal his fully engorged penis with it's moist, glistening head. He is incredibly beautiful when presenting his erection for others to admire. He does it without a trace of boastfulness or narcissism.
Chan asked, thinking he was a smartass, "So, you're saying my penis can be a force for unity and peace? This dick right here could win the Nobel Peace Prize or something?"
Cody came around and knelt on one side of my son, and Victor slipped off his chair. The husbands kissed Chan's glans, and their tongues mingled as they tasted him. They did not linger. They stood and loosely embraced him, and each kissed a cheek. Both their penises were lengthening: Cody's was approaching seven inches, while Victor's was more than eight inches, and remained about six in girth.
"Your entire body is a force for good in this world, my friend," Cody said while stroking my son's chest. "Would the two of you like to become friends with us?"
I smiled at the trio as they kissed again, seemingly unaware of the three cocks sliding against each other. "I am willing, sweet baby. What about you?"
Chan smiled and nodded. "Yes. But, can I finish my dinner before we become friends?"
Cody sat down in Chan's chair. "We can do both, my new friend. Sit on my lap facing me. I will feed you and watch how you enjoy what I made for you."
Cody sat with his seven-inch penis standing tall and proud. Chan sat facing him with his own six (and a little more) inch penis flat against his abs. He sat close, so their phalluses were rubbing.
"Would you like a little something for your belly, my friend," Cody asked while stroking Chan's smooth, hairless belly in a circular pattern. He had to brush my son's penis to rub below his navel.
"Yes, please. Thank you, Cody," Chan whispered.
Cody picked up a few leaves of the mixed greens and presented them to Chan, letting his fingers follow the greens into Chan's mouth. Chan maneuvered the greens in his mouth and then licked Cody's fingers. Cody traced his fingers over Chan's lips as the teen chewed his food.
When Chan swallowed, Cody traced down Chan's Adam's apple to his stomach. Chan gently thrust his penis along the larger one belonging to his friend. Their eyes locked on each other, transmitting their delight at this new way to take in sustenance.
Cody repeated the feeding routine two more times, allowing his left hand to wander all around Chan's tantalizing skin. Each time my beautiful son thanked him sincerely.
Cody picked up a piece of trout and placed it on his well-developed right pectoral.
"Would you like to feed off my body, sweet boy? Or would you rather I put it in your mouth for you?"
Chan answered by leaning down, thanking Cody, and taking the fish off Cody's chest with his lips. In the process, he leaned against Cody's penis with even more pressure. As Chan chewed his latest morsel, he allowed his lips to sample Cody's nipple.
Cody reciprocated by reaching around and brushing Chan's anus with a finger, then bringing it back to my son's mouth for him to taste. Chan hummed as he licked the finger.
Cody placed a small mound of salad on his left pec and Chan ate that in a similar manner. Cody again swiped his finger over Chan's anus, eliciting a pleasurable moan.
"Chan, my friend, I think my husband would love to taste your beautiful ass. Would you like his mouth down there," Cody asked invitingly.
"Yes, please. Thank you, Victor," Chan spoke in a huskier whisper.
Victor slipped out of his chair. I noticed his cock was close to nine inches now and liberally lubricating itself. He knelt down under the table and caressed Chan's ass before moving his mouth into the beautiful valley of delights.
Channing breathed into Cody's chest, passively accepting the ministrations of these two men. Chan turned his head and laid it on Cody's shoulder and sighed. He sat for a couple minutes, allowing Victor's tongue to relax him. Chan sighed again and whispered, "More, please. Thank you, Cody."
"Of course, my sweet," was Cody's reply
Chan was fed several more bites of salad and fish as he pressed cocks with one husband while having his ass laved by the other. I was sure this was the best meal of his life.
Cody picked up the water glass and offered it to Chan. I watched Chan swallow twice, then kiss Cody for a minute or so.
A small moan came from under the table as Channing moaned out thanks to Victor. Victor was enjoying this as much as Chan. All too soo Chan joined the clean plate club. Cody asked my son what else he might like.
"Thank you, Cody, for making love to me with your food," my son answered.
Cody rubbed Chan's back and asked him what he meant.
"When you serve people your wonderful food, you feel that you are making love to them, don't you? I can feel how much you cook with your heart. You try to nourish our hearts too, not just our belly's. I can feel it. You give your entire self to others through your food.
"You often get an erection when you think about the pleasure your food will give people, don't you? Did you have an erection when you made dinner for my daddy and me?"
I saw a look of shock on Cody's face quickly merge with a tinge of embarrassment and both fade into resignation as he acknowledged the truth in what Chan just said.
"Yes, my sweet, I had an erection when I thought about you and your handsome father eating what I created. I wanted very much to bring you pleasure and sustenance."
"Thank you, Cody, for getting an erection when you thought of cooking for us," Chan said as he rubbed his penis along Cody's, revealing more of Cody's glans. Chan held Cody's gaze as he moved his hands over the young man's muscled chest. "You have such a generous heart," Channing continued. "Thank you for sharing your body with me too, Cody. I enjoyed eating off your body. And I like the feeling of our penises touching too. Your foreskin is luxurious."
"Victor?" Chan called.
Victor made the difficult decision to stop rimming Chan to join the conversation. He stood, showing his thick nine-inch penis touching his stomach above his navel. His enormous penis was drenched in precum, as were his substantial balls. The precum also covered his inner thighs and dotted the dark, trimmed hair of his torso.
Victor stood on the other side of Cody and Chan. He bent down to kiss his husband first, sharing the flavor of Chan's anus with his husband. Then he kissed my son and lovingly stroked his face.
"Yes, my sweet?" Victor said to Chan.
Chan turned to look at him. "I think it's sexy how you like watching your husband cook. You like it almost as much as watching him make love to another man. You can't believe your good fortune to have found such a kind and generous man. Your favorite sight is to watch your husband get an erection as he prepares to serve his creations to a guest. You've ejaculated, haven't you, watching him offer everything he is and does for other people."
Victor looked at me with wide eyes and then turned back to Chan. "How can you possibly know all that, my sweet? I fall in love with my husband every time I see his foreskin retract at the thought of giving himself to others, whether he offers his body or his food. I love him so much."
Cody looked up at Victor. "Have you actually ejaculated watching me cook?"
"Many times, my love. Just seeing the pleasure you derive from giving other people pleasure makes it feel like you're making love to me too."
Victor said, "I make love to you with every breath."
As the men kissed tenderly, Chan turned his attention to me.
"Daddy, may I please have your penis?"
I stood revealing my penis also coated in precum and pointing north. I stood next to Channing as he sat astride Cody. Channing kissed my moistened cock and asked Cody and Victor, "Don't you think my daddy has a pretty penis?"
Cody also kissed the head of my cock and inhaled deeply. "Your daddy has a beautiful cock, my sweet. Beautiful. "
I thought to myself: Flattery will get you everywhere, my new friend.
Chan asked, "Daddy, would you please make love to me with your beautiful penis?"
I stood frozen. I have never had anal intercourse with my son. I was hoping we would do it soon, perhaps our first night in our new house. I wasn't expecting it to be today. I stroked his blond curls. "Are you certain of this, Bunny? You know I have never penetrated you before."
Channing kissed my penis again. "Yes, daddy. I want us to show Cody and Victor how much we love each other. I want our new friends to share our love."
I received another tender kiss on my frenulum.
Chan explained, "After we make love, I want Cody and Victor to make love to me too. I want them both to feel your love inside me. They will join our love with their own. I want our love to nourish theirs the way Cody's love nourished us just now."
Chan looked at Cody. "Is that what you meant when you said that sharing our bodies is good for your marriage?"
Cody ran his hands all over Chan's taught body and kissed him passionately. When Cody broke the kiss, I saw tears running down his cheeks.
"Yes. That is it exactly. You are a miracle, my sweet."
Victor said, while continuing to caress Chan, "My sweet, I want to be sure you make this choice freely. The last thing I want is that you feel pressured to do something before you're ready. Cody and I are perfectly happy with what we have already done. We feel lucky just to have met you both, don't we, my love?"
Cody and Victor kissed before Cody continued, "That's the way I feel too. Chan, perhaps you and your father would rather be alone for your first time together. That is such a special time for you both. I don't want to intrude on your special love."
Chan was persistent. "How can you intrude on love? Love only exists when it is shared. Dad and I have a powerful love.When my daddy makes love to me, we are going to wrap you up in it because we both feel a special connection you already, right, daddy?"
I demonstrated my agreement by kissing both Cody and Victor.
Chan continued, "After that, you two will make love to me and become physically part of our connection. Please allow us to give you this gift. It will be unlike anything you've ever experienced."
Victor bent down to kiss my son again, then stood up. "You are a marvel, young man. But you can see that my penis is above average in size. The last thing I want is to hurt you. Can you take me inside you without pain?"
Chan rubbed his face in an unhurried fashion against Victor's cock that was liberally flowing with precum. The fluid covered his face and clung to his curls. Chan gently traced his lips from the tip down to Victor's balls where his tongue came out to taste here and there. When he finished exploring, he looked up to Victor, whose precum lit Chan's entire face with a special glow.
Chan assured him, "If you love me, I will be fine. I promise you that."
Chan nuzzled against Victor again, sighing with his eyes closed. His tongue flicked against Victor's penis to lap up the never-ending stream of precum.
"I do love you, my sweet friend," Victor told my son as he pressed his substantial penis into Chan's face for their mutual pleasure. From the expressions on both their faces, it worked.
"I don't know how I could fall in love with you so quickly," Victor continued, "But I certainly have. I love you, Channing."
Chan was quiet for a moment, obviously basking in his new-found love. He eventually took his face away from its nesting place and gave Victor's penis one last long lick. "I love you, Victor. I can't wait for us to share our pleasure."
Then he turned and leaned into me. My son looked even more stunning than usual. I felt my penis throbbing against his face.
Chan gazed up at me, and I smiled with all the love in my heart. "Daddy, are you willing to make love to me and share it with Cody and Victor? I love them both very much. I want them to be part of our love, daddy."
I looked down at my love. A rivulet of my precum landed on his nose and ran across his cheek as he smiled wanly at me. There was no question that I would do whatever he wanted.
"Yes, my sweet baby," I said to him as I pressed his face into me. "Our love is too strong to keep to ourselves. Let's share it with our friends."
Victor smiled broadly. "Shall we go up to our room? It will be a much better setting for a beautiful night of lovemaking."
Channing sat up, and Cody stood up while holding him. Chan wrapped his arms and legs around the young man, and rested his head on Cody's shoulder, purring at the pleasure the movement gave him as Cody's cock continued to press against his own.
"Thank you, Cody. I love you. Thank you for loving me and making me feel so good."
Cody squeezed my son tightly, and they both groaned. I ran my hand down Chan's back and then moved my hand over to Victor's dripping wet penis. I stopped briefly for him to nod approval of my touch. I ran my middle finger around Victor's flaring glans, retrieving as much lubricant as I could.
Then I touched my finger to Channing's anus, which kept winking open and closed. As soon as I made contact, I felt a spark, and we both moaned in pleasure and love.
Chan opened to me, and I inserted the entire length of my finger into his eager hole. Actually, it felt as if Channing pulled the entire length of my finger into his eager hole.
I spent a minute or two massaging my son's rectum as he massaged my finger. We both panted and eventually declared our love simultaneously.
"Thank you, daddy. I love you to Neptune and back."
I removed my finger from Chan's hole and mourned my beleaguered fate to be separated from him for even one second of the day.
I kissed Cody. He turned with Chan, and they lead the way upstairs.