Time stood still. There was no escape, either backward or forward. I felt my bare ass cheeks quivering and clenching. I looked down into Alex's terrified face as I slowly withdrew my penis from his asshole, leaving only the head of it inside. The room was filled with a horrible silence. I felt paralyzed and prayed the boys would leave the room. I would try to explain later. It was like a stop-action movie. Why, I thought, couldn't the whole scene just disappear as though it never happened. I felt Alex's cum begin to drip out of my asshole, tickling the back of my ball sack. I just knew the boys were looking at it.
The boys didn't leave, but remained standing in ghastly silence.
Still staring into Alex's face, I muttered, "We were just curious."
What a stupid thing to say. There was no help for it . . . nothing left to do but pull out of Alex's asshole completely and stand up and face them. I stood and looked squarely into Ricky's and Jason's shocked faces as though I was bravely facing my executioner. I looked down briefly and saw a long elastic string of pre-cum dangling from my pee hole almost to the floor. Thoughts ran through my head like, go ahead and kill us both. We've done a terrible thing. Kill us both. We don't deserve to live. Kill us both.
I felt more of Alex's cum oozing out of my asshole down the back of my leg.
"Dad," Ricky finally said, "You didn't tell us about . . . you know . . . doing this."
"I know," I said, once again adding stupidly, "We were just curious."
"We're sorry," Alex said in a week voice. He'd seemingly forgotten that his legs were still high in the air, revealing his hairy asshole in all its glory.
"Don't be sorry," Ricky said. "Is this something that men do?"
"Oh, yes," I said, relieved slightly at the hint that the boys might be interested. "It's something that men who no longer have wives to fuck, like your fathers, do to make up for the lack of a wife and to relieve the sexual tension we all have."
"Doesn't it hurt?" Jason said as he stepped forward to get a better look at his father's asshole.
Alex slowly lowered his legs and closed his eyes. He looked all the world like a man hoping someone would kill him on the spot.
"No," I said. "It doesn't hurt. It gives a lot of pleasure to men who no longer have an opportunity to fuck women. You know . . . men like us who have lost our wives. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it before this." But I hope you understand."
Jason smiled. "But Ricky and I still fuck girls when we want to. Do single guys like us do what you were doing?"
I sat down and beckoned the boys to sit, also. "Let me tell you something. Have you ever fucked a girl in the asshole?"
The boys looked at each other and nodded.
"Did it feel good?"
"It felt real good," Ricky said. "It's real tight and good, not like a loose, sloppy pussy."
"Well," I said, "a man's asshole is virtually no different from a woman's. So it gives you just as much satisfaction. On top of that, you can't get a man pregnant. No condoms needed."
In an effort to change the conversation, I asked, "Have the two of you had a good jerk-off session yet tonight?"
"We sure did," Ricky said," and we shot some pretty good-sized loads. It's kinda late, and I think we'll go back up and get some sleep.
As they disappeared up the stairway, Alex sat up and held his head between his hands. "Oh, shit, shit, shit. What am I going to do? This is terrible. I'll never be able to face him again."
"I think you're overreacting, Alex."
"Overreacting? Are you kidding? Jerking off with my son earlier was one thing, but having him see his father get fucked by his godfather . . . . Oh, God this is the end of everything. Just shoot me, Harry. I want to die."
I sat down next to Alex and kissed him and ran my tongue over his full lips. I reached down between his thighs and fingered his asshole. As I pushed the full length of my middle finger into his rectum, I said, "You know, my love, I didn't have a chance to finish fucking that sweet asshole of yours."
"Don't be ridiculous, Harry."
I pushed Alex back on the sofa. "Look. I'm hard as steel again. Let me finish what I started."
"Goddamn it, Harry, they'll come down and catch us again."
"I'm sure they won't. They're up there to stay."
I lifted Alex's reluctant legs and ran my tongue over the soft hair on his calves as I did so. Then I remounted him. When my hot cock entered him, he began to moan with pleasure. I fucked him hard and fast. I closed my eyes, and the image of my penis embedded in Ricky's asshole came forth. The arousal I felt at that moment was almost more than I could bear. Like the slamming of a hammer, a severe cramp surged through my gut as my orgasm hit me. As I spewed my cream into my lover, I felt the rim of his asshole snapping hard on my cock.
When it was over, I collapsed on Alex's body, gasping for air. "I love you, Alex. I could fuck that beautiful asshole of yours all night and day if I could. Everything's going to be okay. You'll see."
Alex soon dressed and left. I locked up, turned off the lights and, with my clothes draped over my arm, I went upstairs. As I lay in bed, I wondered what Ricky and Jason were doing. Were they jerking off again, or were they trying to fuck each other as they'd seen their fathers do? Perhaps they were damning us for what we did.
After supper the next day, Jason arrived for our meeting with Pete Schneider, the plumber. As we waited, nothing was said about my sexual episode with Alex the night before. That suited me, but I realized we would all have to deal with that subject eventually.
When Pete arrived, we welcomed him with a can of beer, which he seemed very grateful to have. He shook hands with the boys with one hand, while feeling their arm muscles with the other.
As Ricky and Jason sat next to each other on the sofa, Pete tried to squeeze in between them.
Pete laughed. "Well, here I am right between the two of you just like we were in the shit house at the ballpark, except we don't have our cocks hanging out."
Even though Pete was a typical rube, he had a handsome face that was quite appealing, as well as a well-build body that had probably seen many hours at the gym.
"Have either of you played baseball before?" Pete asked
"No," the boys said in unison.
"But I was on the track team in high school," Ricky said," and I hope to be on the team when I start college next fall."
Pete took hold of Ricky's thigh and squeezed it. "Oh, I can tell from these leg muscles that you're a runner." Pete reached over and squeezed Jason's thigh. "And I can see these muscles aren't bad, either. I guess I have to admit that I'm kinda queer for muscular arms and legs."
As Pete continued to hold and gently squeeze the boys' thighs with his hands, I watched as those hands slowly began to inch their way up toward their crotches as he talked.
Oh," Pete said, "if you'll pardon me for saying so, I noticed in the ballpark shit can that you two have some pretty sturdy cocks on you."
Ricky interrupted. "Well, Mr. Schneider, I'll have to say you had a cock on you too that could compete with ours anytime."
Pete grinned. "Do you think so? Maybe we need to compare them sometime in better light."
I knew what Pete was after. He was an inveterate cock man if I'd ever seen one. Rather obvious too. There was no subtlety about this man. Recruiting for baseball was not why he was here. He clearly wanted Ricky's and Jason's cocks to suck or to get fucked by, or both. I was sure the boys also understood what was happening.
Ricky winked at me. He reached over and put his hand on Pete's obvious bulge. "I think that's a good idea, Mr. Schneider. Right now. Maybe we should compare sizes."
An excited look came over Pete's face as he laid his hands on both the boy's bulges.
"We can't do it that way, Mr. Schneider," Ricky said. "We need to pull them out so we can see them."
Pete looked at me, as though to ask if this was all right with me.
I smiled and nodded my head to signal approval. As Pete and the boys all stood up and dropped their pants and underwear down around their ankles, I stepped forward.
"I think you need an impartial judge," I said. "I'll do the judging." I took out a small tape-measure from an end table drawer.
"Come on, Dad, you're not exempt." Ricky said. "Whip out your own cock and enter the competition."
I was glad to be asked and dropped my own pants to the floor.
All four penises were rock hard. First, I took Ricky's penis in my hand and gently rolled it around between my hands. Oh God, how I had to fight to keep from dropping the floor and sucking Ricky's penis into my mouth. I then stepped over to Jason and took his penis in my hands where I fondled it. Then I examined Pete's gorged penis with my fingers. And last, I waved my own stiff piece of meat at them for them to see. After taking careful length and circumference measurements of all four penises, I stepped back and contemplated my judgment.
I've made a decision," I said with an air of mock formality. "The winner is . . . ."
They each stood still and stared at me as though they were expecting the Olympic gold medal.
"The winner is . . . Pete Schneider. He won the contest hands down in both the length and circumference categories. Congratulations."
Pete's hard penis was decidedly the most luscious and tempting penis in the room.
Both Ricky and Jason grabbed hold of Pete's penis and fondled it with an enthusiasm normally reserved for the most coveted of prizes. Pete was overwhelmed with joy, as well as a sexual arousal he'd rarely felt.
"Now, Mr. Porter," Jason asked," since we don't have a medal to give Pete, what's his reward?
I knew that Pete had forgotten all about talking to us about baseball. Clearly, it had only been a ruse to get himself close to Ricky and Jason.
"Let me think," I said. "It should be something he really wants. What is it, Pete, that would make you feel rewarded?"
Pete stuttered. "I . . . I . . . ."
I put my hand on his shoulder. "I think a suitable prize . . . one that you would really like . . . is to suck the losing penises to orgasm. You beat us all, my friend, and I think you deserve a good tasty treat. What do you say?"
"My God," Pete stammered. "I'm so humbled."
"Which one would you like to start with, Pete?"
"With you, Mr. Porter, if that's all right."
I stripped down completely and lay stretched out on the sofa where they had been sitting a few minutes before. I held my rigid cock upright and watched Pete sink to the floor on his knees and bend his head over my dripping penis. I rather enjoyed watching the yearning expressions on the boys' faces. The minute he took it in his mouth, I knew I was getting sucked off by a really experienced, professional cocksucker. After sucking on me for a minute or so, he pulled off and ran his tongue down over my balls. He sucked them into his mouth, where I could feel them being rolled around by his tongue. His tongue action on the head and shaft was like nothing I've ever experienced, from either my wife or from Alex. From the moment my penis entered his mouth I could feel the tell-tale sign that a very powerful orgasm was building. The surges of sperm into Pete's throat seemed never ending. I wished Alex could be here to experience it.
When I arose from the sofa, I said, "Next."
Jason took my place on the sofa with his humongous cock standing straight and erect. I watched it disappear into Pete's throat, as Jason moaned and threw his head from side to side in a cloud of pure ecstasy. Like me, his body was thrown into orgasm almost immediately. It seemed that Jason was about to faint, and I pulled him up to a sitting position and rubbed his cheeks. I was finally able to get him up from the sofa so Ricky could take his place.
I watched as Ricky's throbbing penis was sucked into Pete's throat. Somehow, it was so strange seeing my own son having his cock sucked by a stranger. I had fantasized that it would be me someday to have that honor of swallowing his beautiful penis and tasting a full load of his sperm. As Pete bent way over, I couldn't take my eyes off of his beautifully firm ass cheeks, round and unblemished. I resisted leaning over and spreading those gorgeous cheeks with my hands so I could see his asshole and touch it with my tongue.
Soon, Ricky began bucking his hips, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into Pete's gullet. He let out a Tarzan yell as his cum blasted into Pete's mouth. The surge was so powerful that Pete began to gag, and I saw white sperm coming out of his nose.
Pete pulled off and sat back on his hauches. "Damn," he said as he looked into Ricky's face and licked off the cum that was dripping onto his upper lip. "I've sucked some hot motherfuckers in my day, but I never had a load like that. It's an experience every fuckin' cocksucker in the world would love having."
With Pete still on the floor, Ricky and Jason got dressed and sat on the sofa. I took Pete's hand and helped him up. It seemed the experience had weakened him a bit
"Now, Pete," I said, "you came over here to talk to the boys' about joining your baseball team."
"Oh, I don't think they'd be eligible since they're not plumbers."
"You told me that didn't matter."
"Well, I just remembered. I'd better be going."
Ricky and Jason stood and said goodbye, and then disappeared up to Ricky's room. I walked out with Pete to his car.
"I can tell," I said, "you're a really experienced cocksucker. I haven't had one that good for some time."
"I love cock, Mr. Porter."
"Do you ever get your own cock sucked?"
"Sure. There's another member of our team who's a pretty good cocksucker, but not the best."
I smiled. "You've got a magnificent cock there between your legs, Pete. You certainly earned your reward this evening. I would think guys would be waiting in line to have a good suck on it. Hey, would you let me see it again? That penis of yours is a monumental piece of art."
"Sure. Let's get in the car."
Pete opened the backseat door. I climbed in and he followed. He pulled down his pants, and there was that holy piece of meat I'd seen earlier.
I looked at his legs, muscular and shapely. I ran my hand over the soft hair that covered them. "How old are you, Pete?"
"I'm 35 and still growing. At least my cock's still growing." I watched his cock beginning to stiffen and expand like a balloon being inflated. I took hold of it with one hand, and cupped his mighty balls in the other.
"Wow," I said. "I don't know how anyone could get his lips around that monster, let alone get most of it in his mouth."
Pete curled his lips into a wry smile. "I'll agree. It's a challenge. I've tried to suck myself off, but my stomach muscles are too hard, and I can't bend over that far."
When I'd seen Pete's enormous sausage in the house, I wanted it. Now, I could hardly control my desperation. I bent over and, with the tip of my tongue, I licked up the bubbles of pre-cum that were running out of his pee hole.
"Wait a minute," Pete said. "Take off your clothes."
"What?"
Pete started to take off his shirt. "I like us to be naked when I'm fucking a guy's mouth."
I was burning up with desire for this man and quickly tore my clothes off. I ran my hands over his young, strong body and licked the soft hair on the fleshy part of his upper inner thighs on the way to bringing my tongue up over his hefty ball sack and along the underside of his blazing, vein-covered penis. I wrapped my lips around the huge head of it. I felt it throbbing in my mouth. With my jaw as wide open as I could make it, I brought my lips down as far as I could without gagging. I couldn't get more than half of his monster into my mouth. Pete ran his fingers through my hair and massaged my neck and ears as I sucked. The feel and taste of his cock on my tongue was more erotic than anything I could remember.
His cock began to expand. He threw his head back and began to howl like a wolf. His cock beat against the roof of my mouth as he flooded me with his sperm. I swallowed as fast as I could so as not to lose a drop of it. It was thick and sweet. I kept his penis in my mouth as it began to wilt.
I saw a shadow at the window and cast my eyes upward. My heart skipped a beat. It was Ricky. I felt as paralyzed as I had when he'd caught me fucking Alex.
Ricky opened the door. "I wondered where you'd gone to."
I felt some of Pete's thick cum running down my chin. I blurted stupidly, "Oh, it's you, Ricky."
Ricky fastened his eyes on my chin. "Yeah, it's me."
"I'm sorry." Why the fuck am I always saying I'm sorry, I thought. Without another word, I sat up and began putting on my clothes. Pete did the same.
I climbed out of the car, Pete drove away, and I took Ricky's arm as we walked silently up to the house.
Inside, I said, "Ricky, let me explain."
As though Ricky wasn't listening, he threw himself down in a chair and said, "You know I had a girlfriend who loved sucking my cock more than getting fucked. I never thought about letting another guy do it . . . not until Pete did it tonight. My girlfriend always swallowed my cum and said it tasted good. Did Pete's cum taste good?"
I should have known Ricky wouldn't be upset, especially when he was okay when he found Alex and me fucking each other. I made up my mind at that moment that it was time I went all the way, so to speak, in the boys' education.
"Sure, Ricky, Pete's cum was as good as ever I've tasted." I sat across from him and smiled. "Ricky, I know I've held back on you, but I think it's time you and Jason learn about more than just a few of the pleasures men are meant to have with their bodies, especially with their penises. As I've told you before, there is no grander part of a man's body than his penis. We're each lucky to have one. Without it, we'd be nothing."
"I know dad. I pity some of my friends at school who've never known the pleasures you've taught me. They never had a dad like you who loved their sons enough to show them everything they should know."
"Ricky, you know that Jason's dad and I have masturbated together since we were kids. But you may not know that Alex and I love each other very much. We may have always loved each other, but we came to realize it was true one night not long ago when we were on a business trip and spent the night in a hotel together. It was on that night that we found the pleasures of fucking each other and sucking each other's cocks and eating each other's cum."
"I think Jason and I love each other like that, too," Ricky said, "but we haven't done all the things you did."
"As you know, Ricky, I've always loved you, but the love that you and I have for each other needs to be expanded to its full potential. And from now on, I intend to open up the flood gates, so to speak, that will bring our love to its ultimate level. I think we need to start right now. While I close up the house, you go on upstairs. When I come up, I want to find you and Jason naked in my bed. We'll have the final lessons."
Ricky jumped up and took me in his arms and kissed me. Then, I watched him race upstairs, taking two steps at a time.
As I turned off the lights and locked the doors, I felt my penis getting hard. I became excited at the thought of having those two boys' cocks, in my mouth and eating their cum; the thought of having my own cock in their mouths; the thought of their cocks up my ass and my cock up their asses. We'll become one with one another in our love. But there would be one more thing that needed doing . . . bringing Alex somehow into the fold. Jason and Alex, I thought, need to feel the same kind of love for each other that Ricky and I will enjoy.
When I walked up the stairs, I felt an arousal of anticipation I'd never felt before.
More to follow. My thanks go to all of you who have responded to this series. I've been surprised that this kind of sexual activity is arousing to so many. As one reader wrote, such arousal stems from the taboo nature of it.
Tom Borden tombor99@yahoo.com