Curiosity

Curiosity Chapter 2

The conference was over on Saturday afternoon, and Alex and I flew home Sunday afternoon. My wife had dinner ready, and when I sat down with her and my son Ricky, I felt an odd sense of discomfort when he asked me how the conference went. It was hard for me to look him in the eye, but I forced myself to appear calm and collected. After dinner, I excused myself and went upstairs to my home office, claiming I had to work on a report to my Board, due on Monday morning.

I closed the door and thought about Alex and his son Jason. If anything had happened between Jason and his wrestling coach that weekend, I knew the boy would never reveal it to his father. Alex had never been receptive to discussing personal matters with his son, as I had with Ricky. When I was growing up, my father gave me the proverbial "facts of life" talk, very openly and very frankly. Nudity around each of us was common and accepted as quite natural while in the house. Therefore, I suppose, because we had seen each other's penises, both hard and soft, I felt no embarrassment while my father talked to me about sex.

After Ricky was born, I followed my father's lead with both nudity around each other and a frank "facts of life" talk when he was about eleven years old. My friend Alex, however, never allowed himself to be seen naked around Jason, and certainly never discussed sex with his son.

I was given the honor of being Jason's godfather and, as such, I urged Alex to be open with his son and talk to him about sexual matters that he would need to know. Alex had almost fallen apart at the thought of such a conversation. He could never get himself to do it. Since I was convinced of the importance of such a talk, I told him that, as Jason's godfather, I would talk to the boy about it. Alex was greatly relieved.

One night when Alex and his wife were out for the evening, I was invited to go over to their house and have my conversation with the boy. Since Jason and I had always gotten along well, he was receptive to the information I gave him. As my father was with me, and as I was with Ricky, I tried to be very clinical about it, telling him about the anatomy of both men and women, how babies are made, and the process of sexual arousal, etc. Since I was sure he was familiar with the sexual vernacular from his school friends, I used the common terminology of "fuck," "cunt," "pussy," "cum," "asshole," "cock," "hard-on," "jerk-off," etc. He told me he was very comfortable with having me talk to him since he knew his father could never let the word "sex" pass his lips.

When I finally brought up the subject of masturbation, I asked him if he knew what that was. He said he did know because he heard his friends talking about it. He admitted that he had tried to do it while in bed, but was never able to cum or achieve orgasm. He'd learned from others that it was considered a bad thing to do. We talked about it, and I assured him to the contrary it was a good thing. I quoted to him something my father had told me, and that I had told my own son. "Masturbation is something all men and boys do all their lives for both pleasure and the relief of sexual tension." Jason asked me if I still did it. I told him that jerking-off was still a big part of my sexual life.

The evening went well, with Jason asking many questions. He even asked me more questions when, in the months after that, I happened to be at his house. On one of those occasions, he followed me into the bathroom and told me he had never seen a grown man's penis. As I was peeing, he pulled out his own penis and peed with me. I was glad that I had made him comfortable in doing that back when we had our little talk. He was actually shocked to see how much larger my penis was than his little eleven-year-old organ, as well as the size of my rather low-hung balls. He asked me if that was the big rod I put into my wife's pussy to get her pregnant. I said indeed it was.

On Monday morning after returning from the Conference, I went to the office to find that Alex had come in, but promptly left for an appointment with a client at a construction site. I'd barely sat down at my desk and started going through my morning mail when I got the message that Jason had arrived and wanted to see me. I walked to my office door and welcomed him in.

"Well, Jason," I said with cheer in my voice, "I'm told you were invited to spend a weekend with your wrestling coach. That was quite an honor, I suppose, being the only one invited."

"I guess so," Jason said quietly. "Eric . . . he's my coach . . . dropped me off here this morning because my Dad said he would pick me up here and drive me home."

"Sit down, Jason. Tell me all about it. I understand your coach wanted to show you some new wrestling moves."

"Yeah."

I sat in a chair next to Jason. "What's the matter, boy? You seem kind of pensive."

"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't what I expected."

I looked at Jason and was sure I knew what happened. "Did he hurt you in some way?"

"No nothing like that. But as soon as we got to the cabin, he took off all his clothes and told me to strip down, also. I'd never seen coach naked before, although he'd seen me naked in the locker room. Then he said we should head out to the lake and do some swimming."

"Well," I said, "I think all boys do some skinny-dipping when they're young. Your dad and I and some of our friends did a lot of skinny-dipping in a small pond behind our house when we were kids. It was fun."

Jason looked down at his hands. "When we got in the water, he started touching me and playing around with me."

"He did?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Porter. I hope you don't mind my telling you. You know, you told me I could talk to you about anything."

"Indeed you can, Jason. There's something I need to tell you. I don't mean to speak ill of Eric, your coach, but I think, under the circumstances, you should know there are very credible rumors around that he's a homosexual."

Jason looked up and said, "Well that explains everything that happened this weekend."

"What else happened, Jason?"

"When we got back to the cabin, he said he didn't want us to put our clothes back on. We should spend the weekend naked. He talked about how he admired the male body and that he thought I had a perfect male physique, and that I should be proud of it. He kept touching me. Then after we ate some supper, he got me down on the floor and said he wanted to show me some new wrestling moves."

"So you learned some new moves?"

"Not exactly. They weren't wrestling moves at all. He got me into position where he had his mouth all over me, including my penis and balls, and even my asshole."

I put my hand on his arm. "Let me ask you something, Jason. Did you find anything he did pleasurable in any way? Be honest with me."

A faint smile came to Jason's lips. "Sure. Some of it. As you told me a long time ago, anything that involves a guy's penis is bound to be pleasurable."

"Did he bring you to climax, Jason?"

"Not then, but when we went to bed, he lay next to me and put his hand on my thigh. He asked me if I jerked off and, if so, how often. I told him yes I did, almost every night. He told me that was good and gave me this story that it's very healthy for athletes to jack off as frequently as possible because it makes real men out of them. Then he asked me if I ever jacked off with other guys, and I said I never did. He said jacking off with other guys is important because it causes a masculine bond between athletes. I think he was bull-shitting me."

"I think he was bull-shitting you, too" I said, "but it's true that a lot of guys do jack off together, and find it quite satisfying."

Jason looked at me with his eyes widening. "They do? Did you ever do that, Mr. Porter."

"We've been honest with each other about everything, haven't we Jason?" I said. "Ever since we first talked about sex."

"Yes, we have. You're the only one I've ever been able to talk to."

"I don't want you to be shocked by this," I said, "but when your dad and I were young, we jacked off together many times."

"You did?"

"Yes, and we've even done it when we grew older."

"You're talking about my Dad? The man who doesn't even know the meaning of sex? Wow."

"Jason, your dad knows the meaning of sex, as all men do. He's just had a problem with talking about it with you, his son. For some reason, it embarrasses him."

"When was the last time you did that with Dad?"

"Let's just say . . . recently. Jason, you're man enough to take that news aren't you? To learn that your Dad is a human being like all of us?"

"Yes," Jason said with a smile.

"So, Jason," I said, "you and Eric jacked off together."

"Yes."

"And did you enjoy it? I hope you did. Not that doing it with Eric made any difference. But I hope you just enjoyed doing it with another man."

"Well, Mr. Porter, it was kind of erotic and I came pretty fast."

"Is that all you and Eric did?"

"Later that night, he took my penis in his mouth and gave me another orgasm." Jason contorted his face. "And he even swallowed it. I don't know why he did that."

"Did he ask you to do the same to him."

"I think he wanted me to, but I couldn't get myself to put his huge penis in my mouth."

"But Jason, it did feel good to have his lips and tongue massaging your Penis, didn't it?"

"Yes," he said with a smile and a glance at my crotch, which was now bulging with my own hard-on.

I took Jason's hand and looked into his dark brown eyes. "I feel very close to you, my boy, ever since we first talked so openly about sex back when you were eleven years old. I hope that our being so honest with each other has helped you understand a man's sexuality."

"It has, Mr. Porter, and . . . and I love you for that. I wish my dad had been as open and truthful as you've been."

With being very obvious, I stared down at the outline of his hard penis in his left pant leg. "Remember, Jason, a long time ago when you came into the bathroom with me and were curious about the size of my penis as compared to your much smaller one?"

Jason laughed. "I sure do. Mine was so tiny next to yours."

"Now it's my turn to be curious, Jason, since you're fully grown at eighteen and ready to start college next fall. I can see through your pant leg you've now got a whopper of a rod there that's going to make a good fuck for some young co-ed."

"You want to see it, Mr. Porter?" Jason said as he stood up.

"Sure," I said. "Let's go into my bathroom here where I can get a good look at it."

In the bathroom, I watched Jason un-do his belt and let his pants fall down around his ankles. Then, when he pulled down his under shorts, his hard penis bounced out like it was on a spring.

"Pull yours out, Mr. Porter, so we can compare," Jason said.

We stood there next to the toilet with our pants down around our ankles. I took hold of his hard rod and rolled it around in my hand.

"Boy, young man," I said. "you've got a cock there that beats mine by at least an inch. Your Dad's penis when it's hard, also beats mine, even though mine is seven and a half inches."

Without embarrassment, Jason reached down and grabbed hold of my hard penis with one hand and my balls with the other. "But I've never seen a sack of balls this long, though, Mr. Porter."

I laughed. "It's one of my best features, young man."

As Jason fondled my huge balls, he said, "Does your son, Ricky, also jack off with other guys?"

"I know he jacks off," I said, "and I don't doubt he jacks off with other guys sometimes."

Jason's face turned serious. "Maybe he and I can do it together sometime."

"I'm sure he'd like that. I'll talk to him about it. I don't know why I hadn't asked him before, but I'll find out if he does it with other guys. We talk about these things just as openly as you and I have."

"Do you really? He's lucky to have a dad like you."

"Do you know Ricky very well?"

Jason nodded. "A little. We've seen each other in the hallway, and last semester we had a class together. We've talked a few times, but we don't really know each other."

I was getting very horny as I held on to Jason's hard cock. Finally, I said, "Since you've already had the experience, what say you and I get rid of these throbbing penises. Shall we get rid of our loads together?"

"Yeah," Jason said with a big smile.

It surprised me that I would suggest this or even crave to do it with young Jason. Before I experienced the joys of heavy sex with his father a few days before, such a thing would never have occurred to me.

I went to the door and told my secretary I didn't want to be disturbed, and then locked the door. When I turned around, I found Jason stripping off all his clothes, again with no embarrassment. He collapsed naked in a sitting position on the sofa with his legs extended out in front of him. I didn't realize he wanted to do this naked, but I knew he'd become thoroughly comfortable with me through the years. And what better way to jack off than to be naked while we do it.

I stripped down and sat naked next to him. As we began to stroke, my thoughts went to that night when his father Alex and I jacked off in the hotel room, as well as to what it all led to. As his father and I progressed into the other unthinkable things we did, I told him I loved him. Could it be possible, I asked myself, that I would eventually go the distance with Jason, as well?

We kept our eyes on each others blazing cocks as we stroked. I realized now that whenever I jacked off with other men, I loved to see the contortion that came over their faces and the straining of their leg and torso muscles as their orgasms began to take hold of their bodies. I watched as Jason's breath became short and his hips beginning to buck. His muscles strained and little grunts were emanating from his open mouth. I knew he was about to cum and I suddenly felt the cramping in my gut. As great streams of thick cum flew out of his penis onto his thighs, my orgasm grabbed hold of me, and I let it go. My own cum shot out of my own gorged penis onto my stomach, where it slowly oozed down into my pubic hair.

With a killingly sweet smile on his face, Jason turned his head and looked into my eyes. "Mr. Porter, when I was doing this with Coach, I imagined I was doing it with you. I know you're only my godfather, but ever since I was young, I loved you like you were my own dad . . . because we could talk about anything."

Jason leaned in and put his arms around me and kissed me on the neck. "And I knew we could do anything together."

I put my arms around the boy. "And I always loved you, too . . . like you were one of my own sons. But now I think we need to get cleaned up and dressed. Your Dad will be here shortly to pick you up. Are you going to tell your Dad about your weekend with the Coach?"

Jason laughed. "No way. You know as well as I he'd go ballistic."

As we wiped up our cum, I said, "I didn't intend this to happen, Jason. I hope it was okay with you."

"Of course it was. We can do anything together. Have you done this with your own son, Ricky?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Since you think it's okay to jack off with other guys, maybe sometime Ricky and I could do it."

"Well, Jason, I'll get you two together sometime, and we'll see what happens."

When we were cleaned up and dressed, Jason's father, Alex, returned to the office.

"Well, Jason," Alex said with a big smile, "did everything go well during your weekend with the Coach?"

"Everything was fine, Dad. I leaned some new things . . . about wrestling, that is."

"Great, son. Go on out to the car and wait. I'll be there in a moment."

When Jason left, Alex turned to me. "Did he say anything? I mean about . . . you know? I'll kill that fucking queer coach of his if he pulled any crap with my son."

"Everything went fine, Alex. I will say, though, that if anything sexual went on between them, it would be no different from what you and I did."

"But he's my son, Harry."

"Yes, he's your son, Alex. But he's also a man. Would you wish to deprive him of the joys that you and I have experienced."

"I suppose not, but . . ."

"Just cool it, Alex. Let him be. As you know, because you've been afraid to talk with him about sex, Jason and I have become very close and talk freely about it. You'd be doing yourself and Jason a favor if you'd loosen up a little. He knows that you and I have often jacked off together since we were kids. It didn't shock him. I think he was glad to know that you had sexual feelings of your own."

"You told him?"

"Yes. We talk about everything quite freely, just as I talk to my own son Ricky about everything . . . or almost everything."

"You told Ricky about . . . about us? What we did?"

"No. Not yet anyway. I think I'm going to get Jason and Ricky together sometime. They both know that I'm willing to talk freely with them about anything. I don't think it will do any harm to mention how much fun it is to jack off with other guys. They're both open-minded, and I think such a thing might bring them together in a great friendship, as it had done for you and me since we were kids."

"I hope you know what you're doing, Harry."

"There's an industrial league ball game coming up in a couple of days. I think I'll invite them both to come to the game with me. They need to get to know each other."

That night, after Ricky went to bed, I popped in on him to say goodnight. He was lying naked on the top of the sheet with a good-sized hard-on.

"I don't mean to interrupt you, son, since I know you like your privacy when jerking off."

"That's okay, Dad. I can wait. What's up?"

I pointed at Ricky's hard cock, the head of which was wet with pre-cum. "That's what's up, I see."

Ricky wagged his penis at me. "You're a riot, Dad. Now what's really up?"

"As you know, my friend Alex and I masturbated together when we were kids. I've been wondering recently if you've ever done it with other guys."

"Well, I know a boy from school who has what he calls Circle-Jerks at his house after school when his parents are at work. He's invited me, but I don't want to go because I like to do it alone. I know you told me a long time ago that your private fantasies are important when masturbating. And I don't think I could concentrate on my fantasies with other guys around me."

"Well, Ricky, it might be that fantasies can be enhanced when other guys around you are doing the same thing."

"Maybe."

"I'll leave you alone now, Ricky. But I want to tell you I'm going to invite Alex Fowler's son, Jason, to go with us to the ball game in a couple of days. I think you'll like him. He's your age."

"I know who he is, Dad, but we've rarely spoken." Ricky sat up a little and smiled at me. "Dad, I know what you're doing. You're bound and determined to get me to see what it's like to jerk dicks with another guy, like you've always done with Jason's dad. But I don't know if Jason would go for that."

"I assure you, Ricky," I said, "Jason will go for it."

"How do you know that, Dad?"

I leaned over and kissed Ricky on the forehead. "I'll leave you alone now, son, with your fantasies. Have a good one. Goodnight."

I went to my room and lay naked on top of the covers, stroking my cock slowly. I thought about having told Alex that things went well with Jason and his coach. But I knew I had to be truthful with him and tell him that Jason had, indeed, jerked off with his coach and that the coach had sucked the boy off. Alex would also need to be told that his son was not traumatized by it, but found it rather pleasant. I knew Alex would hate to hear that, but he needed to know, especially since the boy appeared to be interested in further such activity as time went on.

I stroked faster as my fantasies began to take shape . . . outrageous fantasies . . . where I was jacking off with both Ricky and Jason, where Alex would join us, and we would all, in one big sweaty pile, take our sex to the next level as Alex and I had done at the hotel. I'd always known I had a dirty mind, full of sexual filth, and it would always come out in glorious color in my jack-off fantasies. I closed my eyes and could feel Jason's wet tongue prepping my asshole while Ricky's cock hung over my face as he jacked off. My own cock was being sucked by Alex. As Ricky's hot, thick cum shot heavily onto my face, my own orgasm swept over me and shook my body like an earthquake. At the moment of impact, a growling yell came out of my throat.

I heard Ricky in the hall on the way to the bathroom. "That must have been a good one, Dad. Way to go!

This has been the second chapter that so many of you have requested. As always, I'll be most appreciative of your responses, and will respond to all.

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