Physics Teacher

I look forward to Autumn with great anticipation each year. Being a physics teacher, I have a new crop of boys and girls to train. Fortunately, in my case it is mostly boys. Parents and administrators keep a keen eye on teachers who have a lot of physical contact with students, such as the Physical Education teachers or coaches, and they cast a wary eye on the drama and music teachers, but those of us who teach the hard and boring classes such as physics, mathematics, and economics are completely off their radar screens.

And I do my best to keep up a dry, stodgy appearance. It’s not that hard really, when you’re an old fart like me. Even most of my pupils have no idea what I’m really thinking. I am very firm with my students. I don’t stand for any disturbance in my classes and my students know this. I drill it into them from the start. I am so stern with them at the beginning, that they respect me and a number of them actually are afraid of me. I can sense it when I walk by their desks and lean over their shoulders to see how they are progressing on their studies.

Most of them practically stop breathing when I am by their side. Their hearts race and their faces turn flush. When I lean forward to exam their papers and can smell the sweat on their young, innocent bodies, well, it gives me a good hardon every time. More than once, in the five minutes between classes, I’ve had to lock my classroom door and furiously beat off before the next bunch of pimple heads comes in. I know it all sounds cruel, but trust me, it is for their own good. They concentrate better when they are quiet and are more studious when they realize that it is impossible for them to be mischievous. This autumn I had some very promising young boys.

There was red headed Brandon, who was on the swim team and came in each morning fresh from the pool after a hard work out. I loved the smell of his wet hair and the aroma of his flush skin. And then there was Nicholas, a very bright lad with smooth, velvety ebony skin. His mind was so quick I had to give him extra work from the start to keep him preoccupied. When I passed out assignments, he was always done before anyone else. And there was Thomas, a dark haired boy, not too bright, but with very thick, strong thighs and a most promising pouch between his legs. At first I imagined he must be a runner, but I found out that he worked with his dad and uncle evenings and weekends helping them with their small moving business.

Even though I was strict with my students, I cared deeply for them. For those who needed or wanted it, I offered private tutoring. When Nicholas first came to me asking for some extra time so he could advance his studies, I was concerned that with a mind as bright as his, that he would quickly exhaust me. I was also worried that I’d get an incurable boner if I was alone with him in the classroom and that he would be offended and tell someone. The working class boys like Thomas always knew how to handle a boner, but the more refined lads often were confused about such things and tended to discuss such matters with their parents. Nicholas had a free hour after lunch and my afternoon classes didn’t start until 2 p.m., so I agreed to spend some extra time with him.

On our first session, he arrived with some library books on physics he found interesting and so we sat facing each other, reading and discussing them. As we progressed, I noticed that something was starting to bother him. There was a very apparent rise occurring between his legs. “What’s the matter, Nicholas. Is there something wrong?” I asked. He shook his head violently. “Yes there is,” I said. “Stand up.” With great trepidation, Nicholas lifted up out of his seat. I knelt down in front of Nicholas. His slacks were stretching out so far in front that it was obvious he was practically in pain. Of course I had a duty to relieve his tension. When I unzipped him and freed his fully inflamed rod from his jockeys, he let out a sigh of relief. “Is that better?” I asked. Nicholas nodded. “You let me take care of this,” I told him. “I know what boys need.” I pulled his stiff shaft down to my face and smelled it all over.

There is nothing like the fragrance of a boy in heat. As I sniffed and licked his meat, I pulled his slacks and jockeys down to his ankles. I undid my slacks and let my swollen member out. I’m a physics teacher and don’t have a large salary to cover unnecessary dry cleaning bills. My cock was already dripping. I loved making puddles on the floor. My better pupils loved lapping them up. I popped Nicholas’s head into my mouth and started sucking him. As I tasted his juicy prong, I squeezed myself over and over again, forcing thick drops of precum onto the tile floor. I wanted to have plenty for Nicholas to lap in case he turned out to be one of my better pupils. Already, the boy was starting to quiver.

The working class lads were used to these situations by the time they were old enough to be in my classes, but these middle-class, protected boys were very naive when it came to their dicks. They were always overwhelmed by their first blow job and didn’t last very long. When Nicholas’s butt began to shake in my hands, I pulled off him. “Take off your shirt, boy,” I told him. When his torso was bare, I demanded, “Get on all fours.” He swooped down to the floor, his face practically buried in my crotch. I grabbed hold of his chin and slapped my cock onto his full lips. “Taste it,” I said. “Stick out your tongue.” The feel of his warm, wet tongue on my meat was very gratifying. He was very hungry for cock, that was clear.

I pried open his mouth with my fingers and crammed myself inside. I pumped my cock in and out of his face quickly, pausing only when he had to gulp for air. My crotch was sweating and filling Nicholas’s head with rich, funky odors. I slid my hand down his back and hooked my finger into his butt hole. It was hot and moist inside. I pulled my finger out of his hole and reached under his body for his cock. It was practically streaming with precum. I rammed my cock deeper down his throat and fucked his face good and steady.

Then I pulled my cock all the way out of his mouth. He immediately tried to suck it back in, but I teased him, drawing it just out of reach. “You want some more?” I asked. “Yes, Sir,” he said. I grabbed his short, curly hair and slapped his face with my juicy prod. He tried latching onto my cock with his mouth as I rubbed it across his face. When he caught it, he swallowed as much as he could. I was ready now to finish him off, so I grabbed him by his ears and fucked his face good. Then I blasted a hefty load right down his gullet.

He swallowed it just like I knew he would. In all my years of breaking in lads, I’d never had a kid spit out my cum. When he was done drinking my load, I pumped him until he squirted cum all over the tile floor. Then as I hoped, he eagerly lapped his juices and my puddle right off the floor. He didn’t know it at the time, but he earned an A for the semester with that. Our free hour was coming to a close. I helped him get dressed and managed to unlock the classroom door before the bell rang.

5. Winston Opens Up

I looked out the window and saw that my wife had come home from shopping. I slapped Winston’s butt and said, “Mom’s home. We better get dressed and go, otherwise she’ll be worried about where we are.” “Sure, Dad,” Winston said. I gave Winston’s cock one last, long suck and we dressed and went back to our yard work. As we raked the leaves I asked Winston, “What did you think of Mark?” “He’s a lot of fun, Dad.” “Did you like being inside me?” I asked quietly. “Yeah, that was the tops,” Winston said with a big smile. “I can’t believe we did it.” Just then my wife called out the door, “Supper’s ready.”

It was hard trying to think about anything else that evening. A number of times I had to ask my wife to repeat something she said. “Is everything alright?” she asked. “I’m just tired,” I said. “Winston and I worked pretty hard in the yard this afternoon.” Actually I really wanted to take Winston and celebrate, maybe find some other dads and sons, some guys who would understand. After all, getting fucked by your son is a big deal. Something worth chugging a few beers over.

Sunday morning my wife left an hour early for church. She was on the greeting committee this month and had to be there early. “Be sure and get Winston up soon,” she said as she left. “I don’t mind if you two miss Sunday School, but please be there for services on time.” “Sure,” I said. “We’ll be there.” As soon as she was gone, I went to my bedroom and took off my pajamas. Then I went naked to wake up Winston. I was rock hard by the time I got to his door. I was hoping he would be awake and wanting to have more fun. “Winston,” I called out as I knocked on his door. “Mom’s gone to church. Ready to get up?” I asked.

Then I opened the door. My son was still lying in bed, and as soon as I entered, he lifted the covers and grabbed his hardon and swung it around for me. I walked up to his bed and sat down on the edge and kissed the tip of his cock. “Dad,” Winston said. “I want to know what it feels like.” “What?” I asked. “I want to know what it’s like to have a cock inside me,” he said as he lifted his butt and tapped his tight hole with his fingers. “You sure?” I asked as I patted his butt. He nodded and I touched his butt hole with my thumb.

I stooped down and kissed his tight button. I licked it and then opened it up with my fingers so I could lick its inside. Then I pressed my finger tip inside. My son sure was tight. If I was going to stuff my sausage inside I was going to have to get him greased up. “Wait just one minute,” I said. I dashed to my bedroom and brought back my favorite lube. “We’re going to need a lot of this,” I said as I knelt at the edge of the bed in front of his butt. I slapped the stuff on thick and with my fingers began working it into my son. “How does my finger feel?” I asked. “Pretty good, Dad,” Winston said. “Finger fucking is a lot of fun too,” I told him. “Gives me a good boner whenever I have my fingers up some guy’s ass.” Winston was stroking slowly on his cock as I gradually got his asshole ready for my cock.

It was great watching his enthusiasm. “Dad, when did you first get fucked?” Winston asked. “A long time ago,” I told him. “It was Uncle Phillip who taught me all about this,” I said as I slipped my middle finger all the way inside. Winston let out a little gasp. He seemed more than ready for me now. I pulled my finger out and coated my pulsating cock with ass juice and lube. Then I placed my cockhead right up against his protruding opening and pressed gently. The puffy lips stretched wide to accommodate my cockhead. I looked up at Winston to see how he was reacting. His lips were pursed and the tip of his tongue was poking out one side of his mouth. I pushed a bit more and watched his face as I slid more and more of myself into him.

He took a deep breath when my cockhead slipped completely inside. His ass lips swallowed my cockhead and reached to take in my shaft. I leaned forward and kissed my son’s lips. I pressed my tongue against his and slid it into his mouth. I pushed my hips forward and inched my shaft deeper and deeper into him. As my cock buried deeper and deeper inside, our kiss became frantic. My shaft was completely inside my son now. His ass gripped it tightly and squeezed it.

I was draining precum profusely and could feel it oozing around my throbbing organ. I pulled my hips back pulling my cock out and then thrust it back in. It was everything I had hoped it would be. Winston wrapped his legs around my body and held me tight as I thrust into him faster and faster. My balls were swinging back and forth, slapping against my butt and then against my shaft. Perhaps I was too rough for Winston’s first time, but it was impossible to control myself. I can imagine most men would react the same the first time they get their dicks into their son’s butt.

We were both sweating and quite delirious. I felt a hot splash of wet fluid gushing against my belly. My son was cumming. His ass clenched my cock. I could barely move it. Momentarily his ass muscles relaxed and I drove myself all the way in and let go. Cum poured out of my cock, flooding my son’s gut. The feelings were more intense than those I had when I conceived him. I collapsed on top of Winston as the rest of my juices drained out of me. When I sat up and pulled my spent organ out of my son’s asshole, he was radiant and all smiles. I slapped my sloppy cock against him. “We better shower and get ready for church. Mom will be quite disappointed if we don’t make it on time, son,” I said. “Whatever, Dad,” Winston said. “It was great.” “It sure was. We’ll do it a lot now, OK?” “You bet,” my son replied.

4. … And Mark Makes Three

After that night, I got a boner every time my son walked by or we were in the same room. It was clear Winston was having similar feelings. More than once I saw his basket swell when we were alone. Unfortunately, we never had enough time alone to do anything about our feelings. Then on Saturday, while we were outside raking up some leaves, I saw our neighbor Mark watching us from his bedroom window. My wife had gone shopping and I asked Winston, “You want to visit our neighbor and … have some fun?” Winston looked up at me and smiled. “You think he’d let us?” “Oh, I think so,” I said, looking back at Mark’s bedroom.

He was still standing there and when I waved, he waved back and motioned for us to come on over. When we got up to his door, Mark opened it a crack. By the time Winston and I entered, we both had big hardons. Mark was already buck naked and the moment I closed the door, Winston and I stripped naked. “Come on up,” Mark said. He lead us to his bedroom. In no time, he had his hands all over my son. All three of us piled onto his bed. Mark went right for Winston’s cock. I latched my mouth onto Mark’s hardon and Winston began sucking on me.

We sucked for some time and I was almost ready to cum when Winston sat up and asked, “What does it feel like to fuck?” “It’s incredible,” Mark answered. “And your dad has one good ass. What do you say, Fred. Do you want to show your son how to do it?” “Sure,” I said. I lay on my back and lifted my legs while Mark slathered some lube on my butt. “Put some of this on my dick and get it all wet,” he told my son as he handed him a jar of lube. When Winston had Mark’s cock well coated, Mark grabbed hold of my legs and lifted them high up into the air.

Then he brought his cock up to my asshole and slowly worked it into me. Winston watched in awe as he saw Mark’s rod disappear into my body. “What does it feel like, Dad?” my son asked. “It’s hard to describe” I said. “But it feels damn good, son. Go ahead and push some more of it in.” Winston pushed more of Mark’s lubed cock into my butt. “You got a good boy,” Mark gasped. He pushed firmly and slid the rest of his cock through my son’s fingers and into my butt. “Wow, Dad,” Winston exclaimed. “His cock is all the way inside.” “Yeah, and I can feel every inch of it … fuck, son, it feels so good,” I said, looking my son in the eye. Winston had his hand caught between my asshole and Mark’s crotch. “Watch, boy, as I pull out,” Mark said.

Winston watched intently as Mark began to pull out of my butt. My son’s fingers wrapped around Mark’s wet, slimy shaft as it inched out of me. “That’s as far as I’m going to pull out,” Mark said. His big cockhead was still buried inside me. “If I pull the head out, it won’t be easy to push it back inside,” he explained. “I just pull out until I feel the inside of his hole up against the rim of my cockhead,” Mark noted. “It looks great, Dad,” Winston said as he ran his fingers up and down Mark’s tool. “Now I’m going to slide it back inside,” Mark said. He pushed his cock back through my son’s fingers and deep up into my butt.

Winston watched excitedly as Mark began fucking me earnestly. When Mark accidentally pulled his cock all the way out my hole, Winston ran his fingers over my puckered hole and even poked at it with his fingertips before Mark rammed his cock back inside. Mark was so turned on having my son watch him fuck me. And he loved the way Winston felt his cock and balls as he rammed my butt. “Get up on top of me so I can suck you, son,” I said.

Winston climbed up onto the bed and rolled on top of me. I grabbed hold of his hips and pulled his crotch to my face and swallowed his dripping, hard stick. There was nothing I liked better than having all my holes filled. As he watched Mark plowing my hole, Winston sucked on me, his face just inches from the hot action. My nuts were more than ready to blast. My whole body started to strain and soon I was squirting wads of stringy cum down my son’s throat. The spasms racking my body caused my butt hole to squeeze Mark’s cock tightly. He rammed his cock as deep into me as he could.

Then he held himself steady and let out a deep moan. Mark was pumping his cream up my gut. Winston found the sight of Mark pumping a big load into his dad incredible. My son’s cock was like a faucet, pouring out copious amounts of sweet, slippery precum. Mark emptied his nuts completely into me, and then he pulled his cock out of me. “You ready to give it a go, boy?” he asked Winston. Winston slid his mouth off my dick and said, “Sure.” He sat up and pulled his dick out of my face. “Is it OK, Dad?” he asked me. “Go right ahead, son,” I said. Even though I’d shot off already, I was ready for a second round.

Besides, now that my hole was full of Mark’s cum, it would be well lubricated for my son’s shaft. Mark stepped out of the way and positioned Winston between my uplifted legs. “Aim right there,” he said as he grabbed my son’s cock and swung my sons’ cockhead down to my glistening butt hole. “It’s plenty wet now,” Mark said. “Give a good push and you’ll go all the way inside.” Winston took Mark’s advice and pushed his hips forward. His cock popped right into me. It didn’t take much effort for my son to glide his cock all the way up my gut. “Wow, so this is what fucking is!” Winston exclaimed. “Your butt is so hot inside, Dad,” he said.

Mark knelt down so he could watch my son work his cock in and out of my hole. “Squeeze your hole tight, Fred. Let the boy know what a good asshole feels like.” I clenched my butt tight around my son’s cock. I grasped his arms and pulled him toward me until he was lying on top of me. I wanted to kiss him while he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Now pull in and out of me, just like you saw Mark do,” I whispered in my son’s ear. Mark ran his hands over Winston’s ass and down between his legs and felt his balls as he fucked me. “Dad, this feels so wonderful,” Winston moaned as he pumped his cock in and out of my butt. “I know, son. I know,” I replied.

I held his face and kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. He was already starting to tremble and I knew it wouldn’t be but a few moments before he was filling my butt up with his cum. I glued my mouth on his and caught his gasps as his breath quickened. “Dad … Dad … Dad,” he quivered. He let out a sort of squeal and he tightened up and stiffened. His muscles strained as he shot a steady stream of cum into me. Mark pressed my son’s butt down, forcing his cock even deeper up my gut. Winston was exhausted by the time he finished shooting off. Mark let go of Winston’s butt and he rolled off me. “That was incredible,” Mark said.

3. Winston’s Turn

“So what are you going to do? Are you going to go get your boy now?” Mark asked. “Not yet. I’ll wait at least a day. I want to see how he reacts when I get home. Let him stew for a while and get all horny,” I replied. “Let me know what happens,” Mark said earnestly. “Oh, I definitely will,” I said with a smile. “I’d love to see him chow down on this,” I said, grabbing Mark’s fat tuber. “I’d even love to see this plug his butt.” “You bet,” Mark said. I got up, dressed and went home.

My wife was still watching TV. My instincts wanted me to bound up to my son’s bedroom and find out exactly what he thought of the situation. But I managed to restrain myself. I dished out some ice cream for my wife and I and joined her in the living room. When we went to bed I was still so horny I fucked her like I hadn’t in many a month. As I rammed her pussy, I wondered what it would feel like to plow my cock up my son’s ass. I’m sure she wondered just what had gotten into me. The next morning at breakfast, Winston had a hard time looking me straight in the face.

It was obvious he was nervous being around me. What is a boy supposed to say to his dad after he’s witnessed his dad getting fucked? And especially when the dad knows that his son is turned on by hard cocks. “Anything special going on in school today?” I asked. “Nothing much. Just a science quiz,” Winston replied. “I hope you studied,” my wife commented. “Yeah,” Winston said. “I’m not worried.” From what I recall of last night, my son did hardly any science studying. “Well, I better be going,” Winston said and left the table. “He seems awfully quiet today,” my wife murmured. “I hope everything’s OK.” “I’m sure it is, honey,” I said.

That night, after supper, I retired to the study again, waiting for the neighbor’s bedroom light to come on. Winston had gone up to study right after supper and I was positive that by now he was naked and waiting for the neighbor to start beating off. “Honey,” my wife called from the kitchen. “Do you mind if I go over to Martha’s for an hour or so. Her daughter’s getting married next month and she wants some help planning things.” “Not at all,” I said, sticking my head out of the study. “See you later,” she said and left.

Not long after she left, I saw the neighbor turn on his bedroom light. I quietly walked upstairs and peeked through my son’s keyhole. Just as I thought. He was naked and standing in the window. All I could see was his round, tight butt. I went into our bedroom and undressed. By the time I walked out into the hallway, my cock was throbbing and pointing up to the ceiling. I stood in front of my son’s bedroom door, grasping my cock and praying that he’d be glad to see me.

Silently, I wrapped my hand around the doorknob and gently turned it. Without making a sound, I pushed the door open a crack. My son was still in the window, his butt facing me. His hand was moving up and down. He had all the lights off except for his desk lamp, which he had on low. I opened the door wide enough for me to step inside. Then I took a few steps inside. My cock was dribbling already and I rubbed the precum over my sensitive head. Man, I was ready to cream right then. “Winston,” I said quietly. He turned and looked at me.

At first he was frightened, but when he saw me standing there stroking my cock, he started to relax. I walked up to him and let go of my cock. I pushed my hips out and thrust my meat toward him. “Go ahead, son,” I said. “Do whatever you want with it. I know you’re dying to know what it feels like to touch a man’s cock.” Winston got down on his knees and took hold of my meat. I looked over at our neighbor Mark. He was standing in front of his window, pumping his organ. He smiled and waved. “I’m not sure what to do, Dad,” Winston said as he ran his hands over my hard rod. “Do whatever you like, boy. Squeeze it, pull it, smell it, taste it, suck it … whatever you want, son.” Winston began by pressing my rod against his face. He took several deep breaths, inhaling my rich odors.

Then he rubbed my cock across his cheeks. His tongue came out and lapped the sides of my shaft, then my moist cockhead. I squeezed my bulb and forced several large dollops of precum onto his tongue and lips. He swallowed and then opened his mouth. I took hold of his head and pushed my cock between my son’s lips. He looked up at me for guidance. “Take it easy and let it slide over your tongue to the back of your mouth,” I instructed him. “Good, now gently suck it … that’s the way. You don’t have to go fast or hard. Nice and easy will do,” I said.

Mark grabbed hold of his nuts and pinched the base of his shaft. He had a very hungry look on his face. I felt like calling out to him to let him know that my wife was gone and that he could come over. But I decided that this first time I wanted my boy all to myself. Mark could join in the next time. I pumped my cock in and out of Winston’s mouth. I looked over at the clock on his desk. My wife would be back in about an hour so I paced myself. I didn’t want to shoot right away, but at the same time, I couldn’t afford to have my wife catch me having such a good time with my son. “How does that feel, Winston?” I asked. “Great, Dad,” Winston replied the next time I pulled my dick out of his mouth. “You want to know what it feels like?” Winston nodded. I pulled all the way out of my boy’s mouth and told him to sit on the edge of his bed.

Then I knelt in front of him. Grabbing hold of his nuts, I pulled his hard shaft away from his belly. I brought my nose to his crotch and inhaled. There’s nothing like the smell of your son’s crotch to send shivers down your spine. I nearly came just sniffing my boy. After licking his balls, his shaft, and his cockhead, I wrapped my lips around his glistening head, and his cock melted into my mouth. It was firm and so juicy. I placed my hands on his thighs and spread his legs so I could work my face all the way down his shaft. He dribbled so much precum that at first I thought he was shooting. I worked my head up and down my son’s prick. It didn’t take too long before he erupted, blasting a rich, fragrant stream of tasty cum against the roof of my mouth.

There was no way I was going to let a drop of that precious stuff escape. I swallowed and swallowed until I drank every last pearl of my son’s white cream. When I sat up, my son was smiling. It was clear he was enjoying this immensely. I sat on the bed next to him and he dropped to the floor to finish me off. As he sucked on me, I ran my hands down his back and grasped hold of his butt. My son’s rear end was facing Mark, and I pulled his cheeks apart so Mark could see my son’s asshole. I slipped a finger down my son’s butt crack and tapped the tight bud.

It was so tight, I couldn’t even pry it open with my dry finger. I sucked on my finger and coated it with saliva. Then I was able to worm in as far as my first knuckle. Mark went wild. He pounded his meat and soon drenched his window with wad after wad of cum. With the tip of my finger in my son’s butt, I held his head steady with my other hand and humped his face firmly with my cock. Then I let loose and emptied my balls down Winston’s throat. I heard him swallow as he took my cum down his throat. My wads kept coming and eventually Winston wasn’t able to keep up.

He let go of my cock and looked up. A glob of cum dribbled out the side of his mouth. With my finger still in his butt hole, I pulled him up to me and licked the cum off his face. Then we kissed while the rest of my cum oozed out of my cock. It only seemed like five minutes had passed, but when I looked at the clock, already forty minutes had gone by. I pulled my finger out of his butt and licked. Man, how I wanted to bury my shaft up my son’s ass right then. But I didn’t dare spend much more time with him.

My wife would be home soon. I kissed Winston again and told him, “Mom will be back before long. I have to leave and be ready for her.” “Sure,” Winston said. “And I need to study,” he said with a laugh. We turned to the window and waved at Mark. He was wiping his cum off his window panes. He waved back. I kissed my son good night and left. My dick was still hard. It was dying to get into Winston’s tight butt. I quickly beat off a second time in my bedroom to get it to calm down. I had barely dressed and gone back into the study before I heard my wife come home.

2. Dad’s Surprise

I was horny most of the afternoon. When my son, Winston, came home it was all I could do to keep myself from dragging him off to his bedroom, yanking off our clothes and show him face to face what it was like to play with a man’s cock. I kept him occupied with chores until supper. I could tell he was antsy to get up to his bedroom to see if the neighbor would flash his cock for him.

As soon as supper was over, Winston disappeared into his bedroom. I retired to my little study where I could look up and see if my neighbor’s bedroom light came on. My wife was busy watching her favorite comedies, so I felt free pulling my dick out of my pants and stroking it, imagining how my son would react when he saw me sucking on the neighbor’s cock.

Around 7:30 the light in my neighbor’s bedroom lit up. I waited five minutes then called our neighbor, Mark. “Hello, Mark speaking,” he answered. “Mark, this is your neighbor, Fred. Are you beating off for my son?” I asked him point blank. “Uh … uh,” he stammered. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’m here in my study wanking on my cock thinking about it.” “That’s a relief,” he replied. “Your son is standing in front of his window. He’s buck naked and pressing his hard cock against the window pane,” Mark told me. “Fuck! Is that so?” I asked. “You mind if I come over and suck on your cock.

I want to surprise my boy,” I said. “Not at all,” Mark answered. “I’ll keep him occupied until you show up.” I tucked my hard dick into my pants and practically dashed out of the house. Mark met me at the side door. The moment I was inside I grabbed hold of his juicy prong and squeezed it. Stripping out of my clothes I told him, “The other night I discovered my boy was watching you. Ever since then I’ve been dying to show him just how much I love a hard cock.” “Sounds hot to me,” Mark said. “Think he’ll want to join us?” “That’s what I’m hoping. I just hope the sight of his old man fucking around with another guy isn’t too much of a shock,” I gasped.

Mark and I went into his bedroom. He turned the lights down low so my son couldn’t see me so clearly. Then he flopped onto his bed and spread his legs wide for my boy. I stood in the doorway and watched as Mark stroked himself. I looked over to my son’s bedroom. There he was, naked as the day he was born, his stiff prick poking straight up. He hadn’t yet realized that there was another man with Mark. I waited a few minutes in the doorway, watching my son touch himself and slowly pump his dick. Mark pulled on his balls and then slid his hand between his legs and toyed with his asshole. He motioned for my son to turn around and show his ass.

When Winston turned around and pressed his butt against the window pane, I moved to the end of Mark’s bed and began sucking on his cock and licking his ass. I had my back to Winston and lifted my butt up. Mark grabbed hold of my head. “Your boy’s turning around now,” Mark told me. “Oh yeah, now he sees you. You should see how big his eyes are.” “You think he realizes who I am?” I asked. “I doubt it. He’s got his dick pressed against the window pane again,” Mark said. “Now he’s pumping it.” I chowed down on Mark’s cock and lifted my butt up high for Winston to see. Then I lifted Mark’s ass in the air, spread his cheeks and shoved my face as deep as it would go up his butt. “Your son is certainly enjoying the show,” Mark said. “Jesus, this is so fucking hot. Wait until I tell my uncle about this,” Mark sighed. “You fool around with your uncle?” I asked as I briefly pulled my lips off his asshole. I tucked my stiff prick between my legs so my son could see it. “Oh, yeah. We’ve been fooling around for years.

He taught me how to beat off, how to suck dick, and how to fuck,” Mark moaned. “You like to fuck butt?” I asked. “Love it,” Mark replied. “Want to fuck mine?” I asked. “With your boy watching? Oh, man, that would be fucking hot,” Mark said. He sat up and grabbed a jar of lube from his bedside stand. I went back to sucking Mark and he leaned over me, spread my butt cheeks and looked right at Winston as he poked the lube into my hole and smeared it around my asshole. “Your son’s watching me lube up your butt,” Mark told me. “He’s damn curious, wondering what we’re going to do next.” Mark drilled a finger deep up my ass. “He likes the looks of that.” Mark slid out from under me and I lay with my belly on the bed and my butt high in the air off the edge of the bed.

Mark slapped his fat rod against my butt cheeks, then he rubbed his cockhead up against my hole. “What’s he doing now?” I asked. “He’s watching,” Mark said. “I’ve got to look over my shoulder to see him, but he’s … I’d say he’s real close to shooting a big wad. Just wait until he sees this glide up into your butt.” With that, Mark pressed firmly against me and popped his wet, juicy whopper right up my hole. I loved getting cock-drilled, but to know my son was watching made it so intense. I turned my head on my side so I could see behind me. I couldn’t see much with Mark pressed right up against me and his hands grabbing hold of the bed.

However, I could see my son’s cock straining against the window pane. He wasn’t stroking it like before. He was just gently rubbing the sides of his shaft. “How’s that?” Mark asked as he pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. “You like it hard or what?” “I like it anyway I can get it,” I gasped. “When you pull out, rub it between my legs and slap my butt with it. I want my boy to see it.” “Got you,” Mark moaned. He fucked me good several times, then pulled out and slapped my butt with his shaft. He turned and pumped himself so my son could see what an ass-baked cock looked like, all wet and juicy.

Then he rammed it back inside me and fucked me some more. “I’m not going to last too much longer,” Mark gasped. “Having your son watch my every fuck is driving me up the wall.” He took his cock out again and pumped it some more for my son. Then he drove it back inside me and fucked me even deeper and harder. Mark was beyond control now. He drove his bat way up inside me and began shaking. “Oh, Jesus,” he moaned as he shot his cum up into my gut. “This is too much!” He pumped about half his load into me and then pulled out,but kept his cock crammed between my asscheeks. His draining cockhead was just above my asshole, and I felt the cum pouring out of his piss hole and flowing over my fuck hole.

The cum he had just poured into me was oozing out as well. Mark then rolled onto the bed next to me. “That was wonderful,” he sighed. “Go ahead and turn around. Your son’s about to shoot and he might as well know he’s been watching his dad.” I grabbed hold of my aching shaft and rolled onto my back. I held my cock up high so my son could see and immediately began pumping it. My Winston was so taken in by the sight of me jacking off that at first he didn’t notice who I was.

He grabbed hold of his dick and squeezed it. I started shooting and so did he. My son’s cum splattered all over the window pane. It was right about then that he realized who I was. At first his eyes just popped open wide, but he was already cumming and couldn’t pull himself away from the window. I shot several more wads before my balls gave out. Mark leaned over and licked my cum off my belly. Then we kissed. When I looked back, Winston had pulled back from the window. We could still see him. His cock was still hard but not standing straight up anymore. I waved to him and he nervously waved back.

1. Window View

“Winston, supper’s ready,” my wife called out for our son. Turning to me she sighed, “I don’t know what he’s up to. I’ve called him three times and he still won’t come. You go get him. I don’t want our supper to get cold.” “Sure, hon,” I said. If my son was like I was when I was his age, chances are he was beating off and was too close to shooting off to stop. I climbed the stairs and was just about to knock on his door when he opened it. “Dad,” he said with a gasp. “Supper’s getting cold,” I said. “Didn’t you hear your mother calling?” I asked. “Uh, I was busy,” he said.

His cheeks were flushed. There was the after smell of fresh cum in his room. Just as I had thought, my son had been beating off. I only wished I’d been a few minutes earlier so I could have caught him in the act. If the hall light had been on, my son would have seen what an instantaneous boner his flushed cheeks and smell of fresh cum had given me. Then as he pushed past me to get downstairs I looked through his room and out his window.

What caught my eye was a brief glimpse of a naked man. It was brief but long enough for me to realize that my son had been watching our neighbor. Maybe our neighbor had also been watching my son. I had to pull my shirt tails out of my pants to hide my throbbing cock before I went downstairs. So what was going on? Were my son and our neighbor having jerkoffs together, watching each other? Did our neighbor like to play with dick? Our neighbor had just moved in a month ago. I hardly knew him. Now I knew I had to get to know him better. When Saturday rolled around I stayed home to mow the lawn.

When our neighbor rolled his car out into his driveway to wash and wax it, I had to stroll over to admire his work. “Hi,” I said. “My name’s Fred.” “Mark,” he said as he looked up from his wax job. “You lived here long?” he asked. “Over twenty years. My wife and I moved here right after we married,” I told him. “Where are you from?” “Iowa,” he said. “My company opened up a new office here and so I had to move.” As we talked, I liked the way he kept looking at my crotch.

That was promising. I stretched and pulled up my sweats so he would have a good idea what I had between my legs. “So, what kind of wax do you use?” I asked. “Collinite,” he said. “Never heard of it,” I said. “It’s the best,” he said. “The trick is to not let it sit too long. I’ve got a spare can in the garage. You want to give it a try?” “I suppose,” I said. Mark walked into the garage and I followed him. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a can. “It’s not a full can, but there’s enough in there for one or two waxes,” he said. When he handed me the can his hand brushed against the front of my sweats.

The touch of his hand made my cock stir. Even after I took the jar, my dick kept stretching. He touched my crotch again and when I didn’t pull back, he gave me a squeeze. I set the can on a shelf and watched as he groped me. “Want to come inside?” he asked. “Sure,” I said. “I’d love to.” By the time we made it to his bedroom we were both naked. He had a nice, tight butt, and a fat, short dick, a real mouth plug. He loved to suck dick as much as I did. When you’re a married man with kids, it can be hard finding time to chow on a nice dick.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have another man who loved dick as much as I did move in next door. While I was slurping on his tool I looked out his bedroom window and realized that it was right across from my son’s bedroom. So there was no doubt in my mind exactly what my son was looking at the other night while he beat off. I tried to think what he would do if he saw me and Mark going at it. Would he come to the window and beat off while he watched his dad get off? What would he do if I looked back at him and shook a hard rod at him? The more I thought about it the hotter I got.

I rammed my meat as hard and deep down Mark’s throat as I could. I grabbed hold of his tight butt and slapped it and squeezed it. Then I pumped a hefty load down my new friend’s throat. Mark fucked my face, filling my mouth full with his thick, stubby shaft. Then he let loose a rich, tasty wad of cum. I loved the way it tasted. It was quite strong. We slurped and licked each other’s balls before we finally untangled ourselves. “Mind if I drop by from time to time?” I asked. “Sure, anytime,” Mark said with a grin. I pulled on my clothes and headed on home. I spent most of the afternoon figuring out a way to end up in Mark’s bed while my son watched from his bedroom.

Swimming in the Buff

Fall was already setting in. Before the winter snows socked in the hiking trails, I decided I’d better take my two boys for one last hiking/camping trip up in the woods. Teddy and Wendel were excited when I told them we were going to go camping. They were ready to head out that very afternoon. Friday, while Teddy and Wendel were in school, I packed up our tent, our sleeping bags and other camping gear for the trip and loaded them into the back of the pickup. Shortly before their school was out, I drove up to the school to pick them up.

My plan was to drive on up to the North Cascades and park at the entrance of the hiking trail. We’d spend the night at the trailhead so we could get an early start first thing in the morning. “Hey, it’s Dad!” Wendel yelled when he spotted me parked in front of the school. He slapped Teddy on the back and the two came running as fast as they could. I popped open the passenger door and my two boys hopped right in. As soon as they closed the door, I stepped on the gas and off we went.

We chatted about school, their friends and their teachers as we drove up into the hills. The sun was getting low when we turned off the main highway and onto the forest road. “Only seven more miles, boys,” I said squeezing Wendel’s thighs. I loved driving out in the country with my boys. Most dads do. When we pulled into the trail head, the sun was already tucked behind the hills. We hurried to pitch our tent before it got completely dark. Once the tent was up, I started supper while the boys finished laying out the sleeping bags. Then we ate around a small campfire before hitting the sack.

This was one of my favorite parts of our camping trip. I’d taught my boys to always sleep in the nude on our camping trips. It was impossible for me not to get a raging boner being naked with them in the small tent, but they were used to my hardons. They’d seen me that way for so many years that it was just a part of being out in the woods. “There ain’t nothing wrong with getting a stiffy when you’re with other guys,” I’d told them. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

All men get boners and it’s fun to show other guys what you’ve got,” I let them know. Of course Teddy and Wendell had their share of hard dicks, too. They loved getting away with me so I could tell them about such things. Shit, they sure didn’t give them proper boner lessons in school! I’d taught them how to keep their dicks clean, how to hold them when you took a piss, and even a few ways to stroke and squeeze them, but I’d never gone further than that, yet. I was meaning to show them on this trip what a man kept in his balls and how to spray a load of creamy cum. But not this first night.

Besides, we were all pretty tired already from the long drive. After a short, scary ghost story, we all snuggled up and fell asleep. The next morning I got the boys up early and after a quick breakfast we put on some day packs and headed up the trail. There was a quiet, secluded lake deep in the mountains I had been wanting to take my boys to for a long time. It was several miles off the main trail and hardly anyone knew about it. There never was anyone around and I knew we could all go skinny dipping there. After hiking in a mile on the main trail, we stopped for a drink of water and to strip out of our clothes.

When I was with my boys I liked to be naked as much as possible. Out here in the North Cascades on the less popular trails there were very few hikers. And even if you ran into a few what in the world were they going to do about you being naked anyway? There certainly were no forest rangers around to go blabbing to. Teddy and Wendel walked on ahead of me a few yards. My dick kept growing at the sight of their tight butts. I knew that before too long I’d be able to sink it deep into those tender holes. And if they wanted to, my boys would be more than welcome to try to plunge their daggers up my butt.

I could take them. We eventually turned off the main trail and up the narrow, overgrown path that led to the lake. By now my dick was dripping. My boys had seen it drip before so it was no big deal. My plan was to show them at the lake how to take care of a man’s dripping cock. My mind was racing ahead, trying to imagine how they would react to the sight of my cum geyser. When we rounded the series of huge boulders at the entrance of the lake, I was surprised to see another man. He was swimming quietly. I led my boys to a small, rocky beach and we dropped our day packs.

We watched as the man swam to the far side and then back toward us. He stopped not too far from us and hauled himself out among some rocks. To my delight he was in the buff. Not only that, when he saw us he waved. “Hello,” I yelled and waved back. He sat down between two rocks and faced us. My dick was half hard before, but when I saw his thick tuber flowing from between his two legs, it stiffed up immediately. He smiled and nodded. “Your boys like to skinny dip, too?” he asked. “Yeah, they sure do,” I said as I patted Teddy and Wendel’s butts. “Good, so does mine. I wanted to bring him up here today but my wife had other plans,” he remarked.

When he didn’t take his eyes off my rod, I walked into the water to swim over to him. “Come on, boys,” I said. “Let’s go say hello.” My boys were just as eager as I was to get a closer look at what this man had flopping between his legs. When we stepped out of the water, my dick was still rock hard, and I noticed that the man’s cock was already swelling. “You bring your boys our here often?” he asked as he slid his hand between his legs and cupped his balls. “We go camping a lot but we’ve never been to this lake,” Teddy commented. “Yeah, I’ve been here a few times before and I thought I’d bring them out here before winter set in,” I said. “Sounds good,” the man said.

He calmly stroked his cock and swung it out in front of him. Teddy and Wendel were as hard as I was. It pleased me to no end to see how much they enjoyed watching another man’s boner. I took hold of my cock and began pumping it. “My name’s Harvey,” he said with a grin as he kept pumping himself. “There aren’t too many fathers like you,” he added. “Unfortunately not,” I said. “My name’s Chris, by the way. I think it’s best for my boys to learn these things from me,” I added. “That’s the best way,” Harvey said. “I’ve taught my son Danny quite a lot already. He’s about the same age as your boys.” “Glad to hear that,” I gasped. I was already getting close to cumming. “My Teddy and Wendel know all about how big and hard a man gets, and this weekend I was going to show them what it looks like when he spurts.

Would you mind helping me give them a good lesson, Harvey?” I said with a sigh. “Not at all,” Harvey said with a grin. “I’d love to help.” “You see how hard and dripping our dicks are, Teddy, Wendel?” I said. “I know you’ve seen mine dripping before, but we’re going to show you something new today. When a man keeps stroking himself like this, he gets to feeling so good that … well it’s the best a guy can ever feel.” I told my boys. “Then at some point there is this hot, white juice that’s stored in his nuts and it comes pouring out of his cock. When that shoots out, it’s like you’ve died and gone to heaven.” “Is that juice going to shoot out of your dick, Dad?” Wendel asked. “Man, is it ever,” I gasped.

Harvey was already panting. “And watch Harvey’s dick. He’s going to shoot some, too.” Teddy and Wendel got on their knees so they could watch closely. Teddy had his face right close to my cock and Wendel was bent over with his face inches from Harvey’s juicy throbber. Oh, fuck. I never thought it would be this hot jacking off for my boys. And to have another dad helping me with this lesson. Oh, shit, I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Here it comes, here it comes!” I shouted. Teddy’s eyes nearly burst out of his head when my jism shot past his face and splattered against the rock. “Aarghh!” Harvey roared. His cockhead was aiming right at Wendel’s face and when his nuts blew, hot, steamy wads of cum blasted all over his face.

Wendel was so surprised by Harvey’s load that he fell back on his butt. “Oh, fuck,” Harvey moaned. “This was just as hot as when I first showed my son.” “I bet,” I growled. I knelt down and licked Harvey’s cum off Wendel’s face. “Is it OK to eat it like that?” Teddy asked. “Oh, yeah,” Harvey exclaimed. “A man’s ball juices taste wonderful. Here, try some,” he said. He slid his finger tip across Wendel’s cheeks and held it up to Teddy’s lips. My son eagerly tasted the man’s cum. “So, what do you think, Teddy?” I asked. “It’s great,” he said. “Good. Harvey and I will show you how to milk it right out of us next,” I said. “You don’t mind giving my boys some more lessons, do you, Harvey?” I asked. “Not at all, Chris,” Harvey said gleefully. “Not at all.”

Grandpa to the Rescue

“Darn,” Momma yelled out from the laundry room. “What the hell am I gonna do now?” I wondered what Momma was fussing about. Whatever it was, I didn’t want anything to do with it so I tried to get out of the house before she could catch me. If our dumb dog hadn’t barked when he saw me running through the kitchen I would have made it. “Jeremy! Jeremy!” Momma yelled. “Get back here. I need help.” Cursing under my breath I stomped on into the laundry room to see what had Momma so upset. “This dang washer is on the blink again,” Momma grumbled when I appeared. “And look at all this laundry I still gotta do.

I’m gonna take those two loads over there to Aunt Myriam’s and use her washer. Jeremy, you take these loads,” she said firmly as she handed me two laundry bags full of clothes, “and run on over to Grandpa’s and do them there. I’ll call and let him know you’re coming. ”What a way to spend a Saturday afternoon, I thought. If only I’d left earlier for the swimming hole. But as Momma wasn’t one you could say no to, I dutifully took the two laundry bags and headed over to Grandpa’s.

I felt silly walking with two laundry bags. “Hey, Jeremy, where are you headed?” Randy asked when I passed his house. “Over to Grandpa’s,” I said. “Our washer’s broke and I gotta go get these cleaned.” “Bummer,” Randy moaned. “Me and Harvey were gonna go swimming. Guess we’ll see you another day.” “Guess so,” I sighed and trudged on over to Grandpa’s. Grandpa was already waiting for me with the door open. “So your washer’s on the blink, huh?” Grandpa said. “Come on in and let’s see what you got.” He took one of the laundry bags and we went into his huge bathroom.

Grandpa didn’t have a laundry room, but he did have a really big bathroom where he had a stacked washer and dryer. He opened the laundry bag and tumbled the clothes on the floor. Then he took the bag I was holding and did the same. “Let’s put the whites in one pile, the jeans and heavy stuff in another and the rest in a third pile,” he said. It didn’t take us long to sort out the clothes. “I was meaning to wash some clothes today myself,” he muttered. “I don’t have much so I’ll just throw it in with this stuff,” he said. He pulled a few shorts and shirts out of a hamper and tossed them onto the pile. Then he pulled off the shirt and pants he was wearing and added them to the clothes on the floor.

Then he turned to me and said, “What about those clothes you’re wearing. When’s the last time they were washed?” “I dunno,” I said. “Well, if you don’t know, then it’s time to wash them,” Grandpa said. “Toss them in,” he ordered. I took off my shirt and threw them onto the third pile. “What about those shorts?” Grandpa said. I didn’t think they were too dirty, but I took them off anyway. “And your underwear. Looks like they could use a cleaning,” he added. “But then I’ll be naked,” I protested. “Yeah, but I’m just your Grandpa,” he said. “I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. It won’t hurt you to be naked around me.

Besides, my underwear could stand a wash too,” he said, and with that, he stripped off his underwear and threw them onto the pile of whites. I didn’t recall being naked around Grandpa. Maybe he meant when I was a baby. Anyway, it was kind of exciting having him stand there completely naked in front of me. “OK,” I said, and shucked my jockeys. As soon as we were naked, we loaded his washer with the whites and got it going. “Come on, let’s get something to drink,” Grandpa said. I headed for the kitchen and Grandpa playfully swatted my butt. “Hey!” I cried and took off running down the hallway.

Grandpa soon followed me into the kitchen and got some pop for us to drink. I found it hard trying not to stare at his cock and balls. His balls hung really low, and his soft, plump cockhead dangled on the end of his cock like a ripe plumb. “It feels good not wearing anything, doesn’t it, Jeremy?” Grandpa asked. “Yeah,” I had to admit. It was fun. I’m sure Momma didn’t have this in mind when she asked me to come over to Grandpa’s. I sure was glad she didn’t have me go over to Aunt Myriam’s.

She would have had me read some Bible stories while I waited for the clothes to wash. “It’s gonna be a while before the clothes are done. Want to get some sun?” Grandpa asked. “Sure,” I said. Grandpa had a very private back yard and we spread a big blanket out on the grass and lay down. It felt great lying naked next to Grandpa. Before too long he drifted off to sleep. I started to feel horny-like and soon my dick was really hard and sticking straight up at the blue sky. I touched my dick and very slowly stroked it, like I do at night. I didn’t want to wake Grandpa, so I moved my hand as smoothly as I could.

It sure felt good pumping my dick in the warm sun. I knew I shouldn’t be doing it with Grandpa lying right next to me, but it felt so good I couldn’t help myself. Grandpa turned over in his sleep so that he was facing me. Afraid that he might be awake and notice what I was doing, I stopped playing with myself and waited until I heard his heavy breathing. Then I went back to touching my hard dick. After a few minutes I felt something poking my thigh. I looked down and saw that Grandpa’s dick was all swollen and that his cockhead was pressed against my skin. I looked into his face. He seemed to be fast asleep. Perhaps he was just dreaming. Very gingerly, I touched his plump cockhead with my fingers.

The tip was moist. I carefully squeezed it a bit and Grandpa’s sticky drool oozed onto my fingers. I slid my hand over to my crotch and rubbed the wet stuff onto my cockhead. It made it all slippery and sensitive. I stroked some more. Grandpa’s cock pressed harder and harder against my thigh. Now my thigh was getting all wet and gooey from Grandpa’s juices. It was making my dick throb and my heart race. I started stroking harder and faster.

I was so excited now that I didn’t care if Grandpa saw what I was doing. In fact, I wanted him to wake up and see me playing with my dick. I wanted him to see how big and hard it was. I wanted him to know what a big boy I was. Suddenly Grandpa moved his hand and grasped hold of my balls. “That’s some cock you have, Jeremy,” he said in a hushed voice. “Do you mind if I play with it?” I let out a gasp and let go of my dick. When I heard him speak and knew that he was watching me I nearly blasted my balls. Grandpa wrapped his big fingers around my shaft and began pumping me.

He sat up and rubbed his dripping cockhead against mine. With the other hand he squeezed his fat, juicy bulb and coated my cockhead with his slick juices. Then he rubbed the slick fluid all over my cockhead and shaft. I got so sensitive it almost hurt. Grandpa stroked me slowly and firmly. The feelings were so intense I had to grit my teeth. My whole body tensed and then I shot a huge load. It sprung straight up into the air and back down again on Grandpa’s hands and my dick.

Grandpa kept squeezing me until my balls were dry. Then he bent over and licked his hands and my cock and my balls. It felt so great. “You want to see your Grandpa shoot, too?” he asked when he was done cleaning me up. “Yeah!” I gasped. He straddled my chest and aimed his cock at my face. “I’ll show you what a man looks like when he shoots,” he promised. He whacked his meat just inches away from my face. I could see every vein on his cock, every crease on his swollen cockhead, and his piss hole gaping wide and filling with fluid.

It soon turned milky white and then Grandpa exploded right in my face. His cream splattered all over my face. I didn’t even wait for him to finish before I stuck out my tongue to lick it off my lips. As soon as he was done shooting, Grandpa helped me lick his cum off my face. When we were done cleaning my face, Grandpa kissed me and said, “That first load of laundry is probably done. Want to help me put in the second load?” “Sure, Grandpa,” I said, as we got up and went back inside.

Grandpa was right. The first load of laundry was done. Naked, we pulled the clothes out of the washing machine and loaded them into the dryer. Then we started the second load. When we were done, Grandpa turned to me and asked, “So, Jeremy, do you want to play some more?” “Sure, Gramps,” I said. Grandpa scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed and I bounced up a few times. Then he hopped onto the bed and flopped his big body right on top of mine. His big hands grabbed hold of my sides and he tickled me mercilessly.

I laughed and screamed and begged him to stop. But he didn’t let go until I nearly peed. As soon as he let go, I dashed out of the bedroom and he came running after me. He chased me around the house. I nearly let him get me several times, but just as he swung his hands out to catch me, I took off again, laughing and screaming. I was having a lot of fun. Eventually he caught me and hauled me back into the bedroom. This time he pinned me down good, straddled my body and ground his crotch in my face. His fat, hard monster rubbed against my nose and lips.

His balls were heavy on my forehead. I felt his hands pull my legs apart and then they grasped my butt cheeks and spread them. He sniffed my butt and then he licked it. His thick, wet tongue pressing against my bung hole made me quiver. I felt his fingers pry my hole apart so he could poke me with his tongue. “You’ve got such a nice, sweet butt,” Grandpa moaned over and over. “Such a nice butt.” I wasn’t sure what all he was doing down there, but it was making me feel dizzy. No one had ever felt me like that before. Not even Doctor Wernowsky when he examined my butt during my last physical.

Granpda rolled over onto his side and sat up. His cock was rock hard again and even dripping. As he held it over my tummy, hot drops of clear fluid dribbled onto me. He rubbed some of the stuff onto his finger and stuffed it into my mouth. With his other hand he played with my butt and even poked a finger inside me. “You’ve got a very tight butt, but I think we can loosen it,” he told me. “Do you like the way my finger feels?” he asked. With his fingers crammed into my mouth I could only nod. Grandpa kept sliding his finger in and out of my butt. It felt pretty good.

My dick was so hard it was almost pressing against my belly. If I’d been standing up, it would have been pointing right at the ceiling. Grandpa took his hand out of my mouth and moved between my legs. “What are you going to do?” I asked. “I’m going to put my cock up inside your butt,” he told me. “It’s called fucking and it feels really good.” “Are you going to shoot some more cream?” I asked. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “I’ve got another good load coming. This time I’m gonna fill your butt full.” “Can I watch?” I asked. “Hmm,” Grandpa said, then leaned over and grabbed a hand mirror off the nightstand. “You can use this to look down here. It’s kinda hard to see lying on your back.” I took the mirror and held it over my thigh so I could see my butt hole.

Grandpa leaned forward and pulled some pillows under my head so I was propped up. “Can you see it now?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said. “I can see it real good.” “Great. It’s always exciting to see a cock go up inside a butt hole,” Grandpa said. He got a jar off the bedside table and unscrewed it. Inside was some clear lotion and I watched as he coated his cock and my hole. The lotion made his cock glisten. He even rubbed some on my dick. “Now pump your dick … feel how slick and good it feels.” I had to admit that it felt really good stroking myself now. The slick lotion made my dick extra sensitive and made it so easy to slide my hand up and down my shaft.

I watched in the mirror as Granpda aimed his cockhead right at my wet hole. He held my butt hole open with his thumbs as he worked his prod into me. It was unbelievable watching my hole stretch wide enough for Grandpa to worm his cockhead into me. “Breath deep and relax,” he said when he saw me straining. I took some deep breaths and that helped my hole stretch even more. As soon as his cockhead was inside, my hole snapped shut around his shaft. For a brief second, I was terrified he wouldn’t be able to get it out and we would have to call 911 to pull it out.

What would Mom say when she saw Grandpa’s cock inside me? “What’s the matter, Jeremy. Does it hurt?” Grandpa asked. “No,” I said shaking me head. “But will it come out OK?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about that. When I pull back it will slip right out,” Grandpa assured me. With that I took some more breaths and watched as half of Grandpa’s cock vanished inside me. It looked incredible in the mirror. My balls were as hard as steel pellets. My dick was so sensitive I could barely stand to touch it anymore.

Grandpa pulled back just a bit and then pushed his dick in even further. Then he pulled back and pushed back in. “This is fucking, Jeremy. This is what lots of guys dream about all day long,” Grandpa gasped. The way his cock felt as it pushed in and out of my butt made my head spin. After this experience it was going to be hard to think about anything else. I watched the expressions on Grandpa’s face as he pumped his shaft in and out of me. It was clear that he was feeling every bit as good as I was. Grandpa’s breath shortened and his movements became quicker.

He was now pumping me so hard it was hard to hold the mirror in place. “Oh, Jeremy,” he moaned. “I’m going to do it … I’m going to fill your butt with cum,” he gasped. When he said that, my whole body tensed up and I had the most wonderful feeling blossom inside me. I felt like I was melting. Then there was this searing rush which poured out from between my legs.

My dick quivered and I felt myself spraying just like Grandpa had done earlier outdoors. I looked at my dickhead and saw white juices gushing out of my wide open piss hole. I was shooting just like Grandpa. “Jesus Christ!” Grandpa roared and crammed his massive cock all the way inside me. He hovered over me, his whole body shaking as he dumped a huge load deep inside me.

When he pulled out, his cock was still oozing, and my butt felt sore and tired, but still very good. It was the way your muscles feel after swimming a lot, or running a long distance. Grandpa lay beside me and soothed my worn hole with his fingers. He kissed me tenderly as we snuggled together.

Laying Blocks

It was my wife’s idea to go help out her sister lay a new walkway. Ever since my sister-in-law, Helena, kicked her husband out for cheating on her, my wife volunteered my services whenever my sisterin- law needed something done around her house. I had better things to do than slave over a new walkway, but when a man’s married, there are times when he doesn’t get to make his own descisions.

At least my little nephew was there to help. My wife and I only managed to have girls. The one good thing about helping out my sister-in-law was spending time with her son, Arney. He was a bright kid and knew a lot for someone his age. As he helped me spread out the sand and place the stone blocks for the walkway, I noticed he had a sizeable mound between his legs already. I wondered what sort of education he was getting about what men need to know.

I was sure that my sister-in-law wasn’t about to show him how to handle himself or the best way to get a girl to put out. As we toiled away, my mind kept wandering. I imagined what he looked like naked. Did his rope look anything like mine? Did his balls hang low or did he have a tight sac? How much hair did he have already? Did he ever beat off with his classmates? You might say that by the time we finished the walkway that evening, that I was pretty worked up.

I stopped counting the number of times my dick had swelled in my jeans. “Why, Henry,” my sister-in-law commented when we finished. “You and Arney did a mighty fine job. You don’t know how pleased I am.” At least she was grateful. Just then my wife pulled up. “Martha,” my sister-in-law cried out. “Look what a nice job Henry did with the walkway.” My wife got out of the car and checked out what I’d done. “Not bad,” she said. Then she looked at Helena and said, “Well, are you ready?” “Where are you two going?” I asked. “Mom called and asked us to come over this evening. I hope you don’t mind. I baked you and Arney a pie,” my wife said holding up a pie carrier. “And Helena made some supper.” “It’s all set out,” my sister-in-law said. “You two just need to get cleaned up.” Arney and I watched the two women leave.

We were both dirty and tired. In a way it was good to have the women gone. We could just be ourselves. “We better get cleaned up in the basement,” Arney said. “Mom doesn’t like it when I dirty up the upstairs.” He led me down the cellar stairs and into the cool, dark basement. Arney stopped in front of an old washing machine. “Mom doesn’t even like me throwing my really dirty clothes in the new washer,” Arney explained. “We better put our clothes in here.” I wasn’t expecting to strip with my nephew, but, hey, I thought, what better way to get to know him? He didn’t seem shy at all about taking off his clothes in front of me.

I like that in a boy. By the time we were naked, I was having a hard time keeping my whizzer soft. It was straining to stand up. I was standing close to Arney and damn if my wonker didn’t reach out and graze his thigh. Arney looked up at me and laughed. Then he ran over to the basement shower and turned it on full blast. I strolled over to the kid who was now sopping wet and playing in the hard shower spray. He grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over his body. Then he handed it to me.

There was no point trying to keep my wonker down. It was doing what it damned pleased, and I didn’t care anymore. Arney didn’t seem to mind. He kept stopping to take a good look at it. He sure seemed to enjoy having a hard man showering with him. As we were rinsing, he quietly asked, “Uncle Henry, do you think mine will get to be as big as yours someday?” I looked at him and knelt down in front of him. “How big does it get now?” I asked. “It looks pretty big already.” Indeed, as I put my hand on his bare hips, his prick shot out and practically flew up to the ceiling. “Just look at it. You don’t have anything to worry about, Arney. Yours is almost as big as mine, now,” I pointed out.

To prove the point, I stood up and pressed my crotch up to Arney’s so that our hard cocks pressed together. I held them in place so that they lined up. My cock may have been a quarter inch higher, but not much more. “Are you hungry, Arney? Ready for some supper?” “Sure,” the boy said. As we went upstairs, Arney started to go to his bedroom. “Where are you going?” I asked. “Supper’s in the dining room.” “I’m gonna get some clothes,” Arney said. “We don’t need to wear any clothes,” I told him. “No one else is around. We don’t have to wear anything,” I said. “Really?” Arney said with glee. “We can go naked?” “Sure,” I said. “Who’s going to see us?” Arney came running back, his still hard dick flopping from side to side. When he passed me, I slapped his butt playfully and chased after him.

He dashed through the kitchen and right through the dining room. I managed to catch him in the living room and tackled him to the floor. We tussled about for some time before I got the upper hand and pinned him to the floor. I held his hands down and my belly and crotch were pressing against his. I started to grind my hips against him, pressing our hard cocks together. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked. Arney nodded. I let go of his hands and sat up. Then I took hold of both our cocks and stroked them together. “Do you ever do this with the other boys?” I asked.

Arney shook his head. “You don’t? When I was your age I used to get together with other boys and play like this,” I told him. “What did you do with those other boys?” Arney asked. “I’ll show you. We did all kinds of things. One thing we liked to do is take hold of each other’s wieners like this,” I said as I wrapped my hand around his throbbing shaft and put his hand on mine. “Then we’d pump each other like this … yeah like that. We’d see who would shoot first and who would shoot the most and farthest. Are you shooting yet, Arney?” Arney giggled and shyly said, “Sometimes. At night I pull on it and then I get this really good, freaky feeling in my legs and I blast out the sticky, white stuff.”

“Good. It shows you’re becoming a man,” I told him. “We guys call it cum.” I never believed I would ever be this close to my nephew. It was great. At last he was getting the education all young men need. We were both feeling real good. Arney was as much a precum dripper as I was. Our cockheads were glistening wet and even though we were both hungry, we couldn’t stop pumping each other. I loved watching the expressions on my nephew as I brought him closer and closer to shooting.

I watched as his nuts pulled in tight against his dick. I kept on pumping until Arney closed his eyes and I watched in amazement as his cum flew out of his juicy cockhead. It was just incredible watching my little nephew blow his load. It’s something I’ll always treasure. As soon as his fresh wad splattered on his torso, I let my spunk spray.

My cum shot out of my dick and coated Arney’s tummy. I wasted no time leaning forward to lick up our juicy mess. I was so hungry I did a damn good job licking up all our cum. I got up and helped Arney to his feet. “How about some supper, Sport?” I said. “I’m famished,” he said. “So am I,” I said. As we sat down at the table and chowed down on our supper, I was laready looking forward to our next time together.

Wrestling Boys

What’s a father supposed to do when he suddenly gets a hardon while watching his son taking part in a wrestling meet? I don’t know what came over me. When Adam announced that this year he was going to try out for wrestling, I didn’t think much of it. Every year he tried a different sport. Last week at supper he said, “Mom, Dad, next Wednesday we’re having our first wrestling meet at Bryson. Can you come?” “Sure, hon,” my wife answered. “We’d love to go.” I sort of grunted and said OK.

Wednesday evenings I liked to hang out with the guys down at the pub, but even I realized that once in a while I had to show interest in what my kids were doing. So there I was with my wife in a school gymnasium full of screaming kids and parents watching our boys wrestling. When the first two boys came out, I knew I was in trouble. I had no idea that these boys wore such skimpy, tight gear. You could see everything, the creases in their butts, their balls, and how long and fat their dicks were. I had to hold my jacket in my lap to hide my boner.

I looked around to see how some of the other dads were coping. I picked out a handful of others who were sharing my predicament. Then my own son came out for his match. Jesus Christ, I could see the outline of his cock so clearly. Even the rim around his cockhead was visible through his tight blue wrestling suit. His opponent was … well let me just say that if ever that kid and I were alone somewhere, he’d have my dick up his bubble butt for sure. It was hard to concentrate once the two boys went at each other.

They grabbed each other and then Adam tossed the other boy on his stomach and scrambled on top of him. Adam had his arms around the boy and his crotch was pressing hard into the boy’s butt. Could Adam feel the other boy’s butt crack against his cock? Did he like pressing his body against another boy? In a flash, the other boy flipped Adam off him and pounced on my son. My heart went crazy when I saw the other boy grind his crotch right in Adam’s face!

I looked down at Adam’s crotch to see if he had a hardon yet. Wouldn’t your dick be standing straight up if some kid was grinding his hot, sweaty crotch in your face? Adam thrust his hips high trying to toss the other boy, but all he managed to do was show more of his cock and balls as his wrestling suit pulled tight against his body. It made me determined to get a look at my boy naked, soon! His dick looked to be almost as big as mine. I tried to remember when it was that I’d last seen him naked.

Adam kept squirming and humping up until he eventually managed to roll the other boy off him. The two rolled around on the mat until Adam managed to latch onto the other boy’s back, just under his shoulders, and flip him on his back. Adam had the boy pinned and held him long enough to win the match. What I wouldn’t have given to follow my son into the showers. I watched him disappear into the locker room with some of his other teammates.

Did he go right in and strip buck naked? Did he stand around naked with the other guys talking about his bout before entering the shower? Did he check out the dicks of the other boys? Did they get boners while they showered? By the time my wife was ready to head home, I was exhausted, but so horny. We found Adam outside the gym.

He was talking with some of the other boys. Even his opponent was in the group. “Ready to go home, Adam?” my wife asked. “Sure, Mom,” Adam said. “See you later guys,” he said as he joined us. “That was some match, son,” I said as I put my hand on his shoulder. “It was great you could come,” Adam said as he looked into my face. From the way his face was beaming, I knew he loved having me watch him wrestle. That night after everyone was asleep, I had to sneak down to my study to beat off.

The next morning Adam was still talking about the wrestling match. “So what did you think, Dad?” he asked at breakfast. “It was very exciting,” I said. “Especially when you were on the mat.” “Yeah, I can’t believe I managed to pin Larry Menders. He’s the best in my class,” Adam said with pride. “Have you wrestled him before?” I asked. “Lots of times,” Adam said. “Larry’s dad used to wrestle when he was in school and they have a wrestling mat at their place. Sometimes we go over there for some extra practice,” Adam told me. “Really?” I asked. “Does Larry’s dad wrestle, too?” “Sometimes. Most of the time he just coaches us.”

“Hmm, do you think Larry’s dad would mind if I dropped in to watch you guys practice?” “I don’t see why. I was going to go over Saturday. Do you want to come along, Dad?” Adam asked. “Sure, that would be fun,” I said. When Saturday came, I didn’t know what to expect. I put on a baggy sweat shirt to hide my crotch just in case I got a hardon watching the boys wrestle. A slim, wiry man wearing a sweatsuit greeted us when we rang the doorbell. “Mr. Menders, this is my dad.

He wants to watch me practice,” Adam said gleefully. Mr. Menders looked me over pretty good before extending his hand to greet me. “Names, Bill,” he said. “Andy West,” I said shaking his hand. “Come on in,” Bill said. “I’m not sure that anyone else will be here today,” he added. “Wesson had to go out of town and Randall called to say he isn’t feeling good. Larry’s already downstairs. Want to get started, Adam?” “Sure,” my son answered. He raced ahead and I followed Bill downstairs. In the basement, there were two full sized wrestling mats next to each other.

There were benches all around the mats and to my amazement even a row of lockers along one wall. “This is quite a setup you have here, Bill,” I said as I panned around. “Yeah, I even put in some showers over there,” he said pointing out an open tiled area with four showers. I was glad I had my baggy sweatshirt. If Adam and Larry took a shower today, I’d need something for sure to cover my rock hard, drooling dick. “Where did the boys go?” I asked. “Oh, they’re probably checking the videos of the last meet in the back room. Larry! Adam!” Bill yelled out. “Let’s get started!” A few seconds later Adam and Larry came bounding out.

I got a surprise when I saw that Larry was just stripped down to just his jockey shorts. Adam rushed past me to one of the lockers. He popped it open and pulled off his clothes. I sat down on a bench to watch. It was hard not watching Adam. I expected him to pull out a wrestling suit, but he just stripped completely. His back was facing me so I couldn’t see his wiener, except for a brief flash when he slipped on a jockstrap. And that was all. As soon as he had that jockstrap on, he raced onto one of the mats and did a tumble. “All ready, Mr. Menders,” Adam said. “Good,” Bill said. “You ready, Larry?” he asked his son.

Larry nodded and got onto the mat facing Adam. I already had a hardon! Bill took off his sweatsuit and tossed it on the bench next to me. He had on a skimpy wrestling suit underneath. It left most of his chest and back exposed. It barely covered his ass and the way his equipment filled the front, I expected his schlong to slip out any minute.

Before taking his position next to the boys, he turned to me and said, “It’s plenty warm down here. If you want to get more comfortable, feel free to take anything off. It’s just us guys down here. The missus never comes down here.” He winked at me and went out to coach the boys. Adam and Larry went at each other like they had at the meet. Larry was very good. It didn’t take him very long to pin Adam.

I was so turned on watching the two practically naked boys tussle that I didn’t hear a word Bill was saying as he coached the boys. After Larry pinned Adam, Bill pulled Larry off, and then had the two of them go at it again. At one point Adam had his naked butt in Larry’s face and Bill was down next to them checking everything out and yelling at them and, well, I nearly lost it there. My dick was already drooling and making a wet spot in my jeans. I was hot and wanted to take my sweatshirt off, but wondered what they’d all think if they saw the big wet spot in my jeans.

Bill pulled the two boys up again and then had them go at it again. He looked over my way. “Having a good time, Andy?” he asked. “Yeah, great,” I replied. The two boys really went at it this time. I watched with eyes bugged out as Adam grabbed hold of Larry’s waist. He was trying to throw Larry but only managed to rip his jockeys. I thought Bill would pull the boys apart, but he didn’t do anything as Adam continued ripping Larry’s shorts. Adam eventually managed to get Larry down on the mat but only after completely shredding his jockeys.

The boy’s dick and balls were flopping all about as he squirmed on the floor. I got several good glimpses of his bunghole. Bill reached down, grabbed hold of Larry’s jockeys and yanked them completely off. He tossed them toward me. “He won’t be needing these anymore,” he yelled out. The shredded jockeys landed at my feet. I was so turned on now that I didn’t care if they saw my wet spot. I pulled off my sweatshirt. Adam pinned Larry and then jumped up. Naked Larry struggled up.

Jesus, if his dick wasn’t half hard! His dad calmly reached down and felt his son’s balls and gave his son’s dick a good squeeze. “You two ready for a break?” he asked. “Yeah,” Adam said. “OK, go wash up. I’ll get something to drink.” The two boys walked over to the showers and Bill asked me, “Care for a beer?” “Sounds good,” I said. Bill disappeared upstairs. Adam slipped out of his jockstrap and tossed it onto the bench. Then he and Larry turned on the shower and started lathering up.

It was my first chance to get a good look at my naked son. His cock had definitely grown up. I couldn’t help but wonder what his cock looked like hard, how he beat off, and how much he came. Was he a shooter or a drooler? Did he ever touch his asshole or even shove a finger up inside? “What’s on your mind?” Bill asked as he shoved a cold beer in my hand. I was so busy watching the boys I hadn’t even noticed that Bill had returned. “Oh, nothing,” I mumbled. “Nothing, huh,” he said as he sat down next to me and proceeded to rub my wet jeans. “I know exactly what’s on your mind.” He squeezed my crotch. “Why don’t you slip out of those and let your son know how you feel.” “What?” I asked. Not sure if I’d heard him correctly. “You heard me,” Bill said. “It’s good for a boy to see his dad’s dick like it was meant to be.

Would it help if I told you that your Adam’s seen my meat at full mast? He’s even see this shoot a load or two,” he added as he grabbed his crotch and groped himself. Nervously I slipped off my t-shirt and then stood up to drop my jeans. Adam and Larry were done lathering and were rinsing the soap off their slick bodies. Bill dropped to his knees and helped me unbutton my fly and pull my jeans to my ankles. As soon as my cock was free and swinging in the open air, Bill grabbed hold of it and stuffed it into his face. I wasn’t ready for that, but I no longer cared.

After a man’s as worked up as I was, he no longer cares as long as he gets his nuts taken care of. Adam and Larry turned the showers off and began drying themselves. They saw Bill working on my cock and just smiled. They watched as they dried off and then walked over to join us. By the time they got to us, their dicks were standing straight up. They stood on either side of me. Bill pulled off my dick to suck his son’s cock. Adam reached down and grabbed hold of my dick. “You’ve got a fat one, Dad,” he said. “Real fat.” He kneeled down and licked it before swallowing it.

Having your son take your dick is one of the most wonderful things you’ll ever experience. I just wish I had been the one to show him how to do it. From the way he sucked me, it was clear he’d had a lot of practice already. I was too excited to be standing up. I slowly lowered my ass onto the bench and spread my legs. Adam buried his head in my crotch. I ran my hands through his hair. Larry sat down next to me. Bill slipped out of his wrestling suit and then went back to sucking on his son’s cock.

He placed his hand on Adam’s ass and felt my son’s butt crack. Bill pulled off his son’s dick long enough to ask, “You ever had your boy’s ass?” I shook my head. “This is the most we’ve ever done … and it’s wonderful. In fact, I’m … I’m almost ready to shoot.” Adam lifted his eyes and looked into mine. My balls blasted right then. The pleasure was so intense I was afraid my heart was going to stop. I ground my teeth together to keep from hollering. The sound of Adam gulping down my cum echoed throughout the basement. I was completely drained.

Adam crawled on the bench and lay down, nestling his head in my lap. I slid my hand down his firm torso until I grabbed hold of his cock. I loved the way my son’s cock felt in my hand. I rolled it about for sometime before I began pumping him. There would be plenty of time in the future to suck him and fuck him, but today I just wanted to see what my boy looked like when he came. I stroked him steadily until his body tensed and he blasted for me. His cum shot out in long, steady spurts. It splattered all the way on his chest. As he came he let out some boyish whimpers. I rubbed his cum all over his torso.

It was great. I crawled off the bench so I could lick my boy’s cum off his body. Bill was fucking his son now. He was banging him hard, and when his boy shot off, Bill banged him even harder until he drained his nuts inside his son. Well, after that, I never missed a Saturday wrestling practice.

Kenny Learns How

It’s funny how brothers can turn out to be so different. Take my brother and I. We’re only a year apart and grew up our whole lives together. Even now, we live less than half a mile from each other, but we might as well live on separate planets. He’s all involved with family and church and his job at the garage. I’m single except for the occasional boyfriend.

I don’t have that much to do with my family and I love to travel. My brother rarely goes anywhere. I’m not that interested in my brother’s kids except for his oldest son, Kenny. I actually feel sorry for Kenny. After he was born, my brother and his wife swore they’d only have one or maybe two more kids. And they waited over three years before they had their next child, Martha.

But soon after that they became Mormons – or was it Jehovah’s Witnesses. I’m always getting the two mixed up. After that they began dropping kids right and left. By the time he was ten, Kenny had four younger sisters and two little brothers. And now, a number of years later, he was at that age where a boy needed privacy. But at the rate my brother and his wife were having babies, Kenny would never have a room of his own. And with so many younger sisters, I couldn’t imagine that he ever got more than a few minutes alone in the bathroom.

What did the poor lad do if he wanted to, you know, beat off or explore his body? If his little brothers weren’t so much younger than Kenny, I could see where they would all have a good time trying things out with each other, but they were too many years apart. One Saturday when I was out for my morning jog, Kenny waved at me as I passed my brother’s place. I waved back. “How far are you going?” he yelled. “Down to McKinney Park and back,” I yelled back. “Can I come along?” he asked. “Sure,” I said.

I jogged in place while I waited for him to get his shoes on. Then we ran on down to the park. I’m not a fast runner or anything. I just go three miles or so and Kenny didn’t have much difficulty keeping up with me. When we left the park I asked him, “Do you want to drop by my place and shower before going home?” “Sure, that would be great,” he said with a big smile. It took about twenty minutes to huff it back up to my place.

Kenny and I were quite sweaty. We chucked our shoes in the doorway and I took him into the master bathroom in my bedroom. It was nice and roomy. “You like your showers hot?” I asked. “Sure,” he said. I got the water going and proceeded to strip. “Throw your clothes on the floor and hop in the shower,” I told him. “I’ll drop them in the washer so you’ll have something clean to wear home.” “Thanks,” he said. I yanked off my running shorts and socks and waited for him to get naked. I saw him give my sweaty body a good study while he pulled off his clothes.

It was clear he enjoyed being with a man. I like that in a boy. When he was naked, he handed me his dirty clothes. Already, his cock was having a hard time staying put. It bounced a bit and lifted its head. I acted like everything was cool and walked naked down the hall to load the washer. When I came back, Kenny was in the shower getting all soaped up. I hopped right in behind him and began soaping myself. “Turn around and let me scrub your back,” I said.

He turned and I methodically scrubbed every inch of his back. When I got down to his lower back, I knelt down and lathered up his two tight buns. I wasn’t sure what sports he was taking in school, but it was clear from his firm buns that he was working hard at something. I nonchalantly slipped a finger or two into his crack and sudsed his bunghole. It was tight and hot.

I was ready to split those cheeks and chow down right then and there. But I didn’t want to frighten my nephew so I withdrew my fingers and said, “All done. You can rinse off now.” When he turned to rinse his back off, he was surprised to see me kneeling. His cock was poking way out and it slapped my face. I laughed. “Wow, be careful with your club,” I said jokingly. Kenny was so shocked at what happened that he didn’t know how to react. “Hey, it’s OK,” I said. “We’re just guys. We’re meant to get hard cocks.” Then I stood up and quickly turned my back to him. “Here, scrub my back,” I said.

He rubbed some soap on my back and worked my back over just as I had his. It really felt good when his hands reached my lower back. I spread my legs a bit and bent over somewhat so he’d get a good look at my butt. His hands kept getting lower and lower until soon they were on my hairy ass. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was kneeling. He scrubbed both cheeks and even went into my crack. Man, did it ever feel good when his fingers touched my hole.

My cock was already standing tall, but when his fingers touched me there, my cockhead nearly exploded. “All done,” he said. Before he could stand up, I turned around. I wanted him to see just how hard I had got, too. “See,” I said. “I get as stiff as you do.” Kenny was starting to relax and this time when he stood up and his boner shot out and brushed against mine, he just smiled. I reached my arms around him and pulled his butt toward me so that our cocks rubbed against each other. Then I ground my hips against his. Our cocks pressed deep against our bellies.

By now we were both rinsed so I shut off the water and grabbed some towels. Our cocks never did go down. As soon as we were dry, I hopped on the bed and patted the bed next to me. He climbed on and lay down next to me. I leaned over and kissed him. Then I kissed his chin, his neck, his chest, his belly button and then his dick. I ran my tongue around his cockhead before swallowing his entire shaft. I had no idea what sort of experiences Kenny had had, but from the way he gasped and moaned, I was sure he’d never had anyone suck him off before.

I didn’t care that he was my brother’s son. Here was a boy who needed a man to show him how, and it was my duty to give a proper lesson. I sucked and sucked on him until he almost shot. Then I let go and watched as his cock throbbed right before my eyes. He wanted to cum so much that he immediately grabbed hold of himself and began pumping away.

But I pried away his hands and said, “I’ve got something better.” I grabbed the jar of lube I kept on the nightstand and rolled over onto my back and lifted my legs. I slapped on a big glob of lube on my hole and quickly rubbed it in. “Here,” I said. “Stick it right in there.” Kenny got onto his knees and swung his dick towards my butt. “In there?” he said, touching my slick hole. “Yeah, right up my horny butt,” I growled. “First, slap some of this on,” I said as I took some more lube and rubbed it on his dick.

He primed his cock and then nestled his cockhead up between my asscheeks. “That’s it, Kenny. Press it good and hard. It will resist at first but keep pressing. That’s it … you’ve got it … see my asshole opening. It can take it. Keep pushing.” Kenny grunted and squeezed his butt cheeks together, pushing his hips forward. His cock popped my tight sphincter open and then slid easily all the way in. “Does it feel good?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s all warm and wet,” he gasped. “Now drive it in and out of me,” I told him. “Just don’t pull all the way out … yeah like that.” He was already so worked up I knew he wouldn’t last long. I grabbed hold of my meat and whacked it good. I loved the look on his face as he worked his cock in and out of me.

His mouth was open wide and his eyes were glazed over. He was already moaning and groaning loudly. I pounded my pud. I loved having boys work my butt over. I loved showing them how good it feels to drive their dicks into a man’s ass. Kenny was no different. He let out a whimper and it almost sounded like he was crying. Then he let out a squeal and I knew he was creaming inside me. The look on his face as he came was fantastic. My nuts boiled over and I shot an incredible load all over my belly. Kenny collapsed on top of me. I held him tight against me, smearing my cum all over our bodies. We kissed and kissed and kissed.

12. I Can Handle It

We were still all naked when Dad pulled off the road and down a narrow dirt driveway. We passed a small farm house, went through a grove of trees and came to a clearing on the side of a small lake. There was a camping site with a picnic table and a grill. “We’re here,” Dad said, giving my thigh a good squeeze and tugging on my pecker. Ronny and I looked around. “Do we have to put our clothes on?” Ronny asked his dad. “Nope,” Uncle Willard said. “We can be naked all weekend.”

Ronny and I clapped our hands and excitedly dashed out of the camper to check the site. It felt great running around naked outside. As we explored the small lake and woods, Dad and Uncle Willard got some supper ready. We were several hundred yards away from the camper when we saw another camper pull in beside ours. Dad and Uncle Willard were still outside naked, grilling some hamburgers. Ronny and I were worried that they were going to get in trouble.

Stealthily, we snuck back through the woods to see who had come. Boy, were we surprised when we saw a naked man get out of the new camper. And he had a boy with him who was as naked as we were. Ronny and I dashed out of the woods and ran up to the campers as fast as we could. “Hey, boys,” Uncle Willard called out when he saw us running. “Hurry up and meet Kirk and Andy.” Kirk was a tall, rather muscular man.

He had a really long dick which hung deliciously between his legs. Both Ronny and I got watery mouths just looking at it. Andy was about the same age as Ronny and me, and the three of us hit it off right away. “Been here long?” Kirk asked Dad. “Barely an hour,” Dad replied. “This is my brother Willard and this is my son Stacey and Willard’s boy Ronny.” “Everyone hungry?” Uncle Willard asked. “Supper’s about ready.”

We all crowded around the picnic table. Ronny and I fought over who got to sit next to Kirk. I won. As I chowed down on my hamburger, I kept sneaking peeks down at Kirk’s lap to see his long dick. He had it pulled to one side, its head resting on his thigh. The eye of his cock was looking right at me! I kept getting boners all through supper.

Kirk was an observant man and noticed how thrilled I was to be sitting next to him. When I sat up to reach for some more potato salad, his hand slid between my legs and pumped my dick. I was so thrilled I nearly dropped the bowl of potato salad. When I sat down, Kirk put his hand between my legs and fondled my balls and stroked my dick. His cock started growing and growing and soon it was pointing straight up at the sky.

“What’s going on there?” Dad asked jokingly as he leaned our way to see what we were up to. “Just keeping your boy company,” Kirk said. “He sure is a horny one. Look at how he’s got me all worked up,” Kirk said as he stood up and showed everyone how hard he was. “Damn,” Uncle Willard said. “I heard you had a big one but I never expected to see anything that long!” Ronny let out a sigh. “Think you can handle one that long, son?” Dad asked me. I nodded. I really didn’t care if I could or not.

I just wanted to try. “Well, let’s see how it fits,” Dad said as he cleared one end of the picnic table. “Now get your butt up here, Stacey,” he told me. I climbed onto the end of the picnic table and lay down on my back. Dad reached over from one end and pulled my legs over my head, lifting my butt up in the air. Kirk grabbed hold of my butt cheeks and massaged them before he pulled them apart. He spread some butter on my hole and stuck his hard dick right up against my hole.

“Andy knows how to take every inch of me, but he’d been doing it for a while. Let’s see how much I can slide up your boy’s butt,” Kirk said. “Yeah, let’s see,” Ronny chirped as he came next to me to get a close view. Uncle Willard helped Dad keep my legs up in the air and Andy took hold of his dad’s cock and held it steady while Kirk slowly eased his long rod up inside me. Fortunately, he had a tapered cockhead, not one of those that flared out, so it went up my greased hole pretty easily.

But his cock widened after that and by the time he had a third of it inside, I could really feel it stretching my hole apart. “How’s it going, son,” Dad asked. “OK, Dad,” I gasped. “I could take a bit more.” Kirk worked another inch in and I had to take some deep breaths to relax. Very, very slowly he worked one more inch in and said, “That’s half. Not bad for the first time, kid.” He pulled about an inch out and then worked it back in again.

He knew exactly how much I could take. I really wanted him to slide the whole thing up inside, but I was actually glad that he didn’t try to put more than half his cock inside. It really was all I could handle. Dad and Uncle Willard beat off as they watched Kirk fuck me with his long cock. “Fuck,” Uncle Willard said. “I’m gonna have to get some of that up my butt. Jesus, that’s a hot cock.” “Think you can take more than Stacey?” Dad moaned. “I dunno,” Uncle Willard groaned.

Kirk was working that top half of his cock in and out of my butt expertly. He knew how to slide it first one way then the other so that it hit all my hot spots. Ronny was feeling his own butt and I knew that he was going to want to have Kirk’s rod inside him, too. Dad and Uncle Willard’s balls were bouncing in my face. Their sweat and precum was dripping onto me. The next time Kirk worked his massive rod up my chute I exploded.

Cum shot out of my dick and blasted Dad and Uncle Willard. One by one, Dad and Uncle Willard shot off. Their cum splattered on my body. Their hands rubbed the cum all over me and onto Kirk’s shaft. He rammed that cock deeper and deeper inside me until he let loose. My asshole was stretched so tightly around his thick shaft that I could feel it pulsating as it poured cum deep inside me.

“Damn, you got a good two thirds of that fucker inside you, boy,” Dad exclaimed. When he was done shooting off, Kirk carefully withdrew his cock out of my butt. My butt was well worn and frankly sore. But I was one happy boy. And I was looking forward to our next camping adventure.