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My New Apprentice 27 of 27
"He's ready; I'll be back as soon as I can," Joel said kneeling down on the mattress next to Randy to kiss him before he left.
Joel pulled up to the Beardsley and Camino Real intersection and came to a full stop. He looked over to see his dad rubbing his crotch. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. He reached over and grabbed his dad's cock. "Take it out, Dad," he said as he pulled out from the intersection. His dad took a quick look around, went for his zipper and stopped.
"Are you sure, Joel?" he asked.
"Yeah, dad; no one can see inside the truck even if they were on the sidewalk. You're completely safe."
Accepting Joel's response without question, Mark slid his zipper down, unfastened his shorts, and pulled his cock out. "Stroke that cock!" Joel said as he took a quick glance at his dad's cock and then returned his eyes to the road.
Mark's cock was at full throttle. He placed both thumbs and index fingers at the base of his cock on either side and swung it forwards and backwards through the air. "Look at the knob on that baby," Joel commented as he reached over and took his dad's cock in his hand, keeping his other hand on the steering wheel. Mark groaned audibly as Joel played with his dad's cock. "Fuck, that feels so good," Mark grunted.
Mark immediately leaned slightly to the left and grabbed Joel's cock tenting his shorts. "You're really hard too," he said out loud. "Take your dick out, son."
Joel let his dad's cock go, grabbed the elastic waistband of his shorts, lifted his butt off of the seat, and pulled his shorts down just below his balls. "That's better," Mark said as he took Joel's hard cock in his hand and started a slow stroke.
Joel could feel the precum oozing from his piss slit. He reached down and ran his finger across the slit and put it in his mouth. Suck my cock, Dad!" Joel said as he kept one hand on the wheel, spread his legs slightly, and rested his right arm on the back passenger seat. Mark released his grip on Joel's cock, sat back in his seat, bent over the console and took Joel's cock in his mouth.
"That's it, Dad, work your tongue all over the head."
Mark complied willingly and started to moan lightly. "Lick the precum out of the piss slit dad; get it all," Joel commanded. As Mark stuck the tip of his tongue in Joel's piss slit, Joel moaned loudly and grabbed a handful of his father's hair. After enjoying his dad's tongue probing his piss slit, he started guiding Mark's head up and down on his cock.
As he approached yet another stop sign, he came to a complete stop once again. He grabbed his dad's head in both hands, held it stationary, and thrusted upward into Mark's mouth. "Oh fuck, suck that cock, dad! Make me cum in your mouth!"
In seemingly seconds, Joel glanced in the rearview mirror and noticed a car coming up behind him. He released his dad's head, placed both hands on the wheel and pulled through the intersection. Mark grabbed Joel's thigh and squeezed tight as he continued to bob up and down on Joel's cock. Joel reached over and ran his hand across his dad's back.
"You're doing great, Dad. It feels good."
Hearing Joel's words elicited a loud moan from Mark. He was really enjoying sucking his son's cock. Joel noticed the turnoff up ahead to go back to his dad's resort. Since they needed more time, Joel drove past the turnoff. He knew about a half mile up ahead there was a large church parking lot. He decided that he would turn into the parking lot so he and his dad could finish what they started.
As the church parking lot came into view, he was pleased to see that the lot was ninety-nine percent empty. There was plenty of parking off to the side and out-of-view. He pulled into the parking space and turned off the engine. When Joel turned off the engine, Mark stopped bobbing.
"It's OK, Dad. I just pulled off the road to a secure spot. No one can see; we're all alone."
Joel reclined the seat to give his dad a little more room to maneuver. He rested his hand on his dad's head and with the other, he grabbed his phone and took a couple of photos of his dad sucking his cock. Mark was so focused on what he was doing he didn't notice Joel taking the photos. He sent the photos to Randy and placed his phone in the pocket on the driver's door of the truck.
He knew his dad was probably getting fatigued and the console was probably digging into his rib cage. He grabbed his dad's head in both hands and said, "hold up, dad; let me help you out."
Mark immediately stopped bobbing and let Joel take over. Joel held his dad's head in position and started thrusting in and out of his mouth. He quickly found a comfortable rhythm for both of them and in short time, Joel felt his orgasm fast approaching.
"I'm gonna cum, Dad! I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" Joel grunted as he shot his load in his dad's mouth. Mark made a good attempt at swallowing it all but Joel came so fast and so hard he could not keep up. His mouth overflowed down into Joel's crotch. Once the wave passed, Joel collapsed back into the seat, Mark released his cock and sat up slowly.
"Fuck! That console is a killer!" Mark said panting as he sat back in the seat. His cock was pointing towards the roof and slick with precum. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled up squeezing the clear fluid out of his dick. "Damn, I haven't precumed like this in I don't know how long," he said as he wiped his hand off on the underside of his shirt.
"Dad, don't," Joel protested. "That's such a waste," he exclaimed.
"Don't what?" his dad asked confused.
"You wiped your precum on your shirt. That's such a waste; it's too good to go to waste like that. Haven't you ever tasted your own precum?" Joel asked.
"Not for many, many years now," his father answered as he pulled up again squeezing out another glob of precum.
"Don't waste it," Joel said and immediately bent over the console and took his dad's cock in his mouth. Mark groaned loudly as he felt Joel swallow his cock whole. He leaned back in the seat, his arms by his side as Joel started to suck him off. "Damn, son, you are so good at this," he groaned. Joel came up on his dad's cock and stuck his tongue in his piss slit scooping out the clear nectar.
Mark groaned loudly and said, "Fuck Joel, you're gonna make me cum already."
Joel wrapped his lips tightly around his dad's cock and started a regular rhythm slowly up and down. In less than thirty seconds, Mark started groaning profusely. "I'm cumming!" he belted out as his cock fired off in Joel's mouth.
Joel held his dad's cock in his mouth until it softened. He sucked out the last remaining drops before releasing Mark's cock and sat back in his seat. Together, they sat there in silence, their cocks still out on display should anyone walk up to the truck.
"Are you OK, Dad?" Joel asked breaking their silence.
"I'm great; car sex is awesome. Who knew it would be this much fun," Mark smiled looking over at Joel.
"So, I take it you would do it again?" Joel asked.
"Oh, abso-fucking-lutely I want to do it again. Maybe not this week, but I'm definitely going to arrange another encounter when I get home. I already have a couple of guys in mind that I know."
Roger walked into the kitchen to see Randy standing at the refrigerator. "Welcome home, gorgeous," Randy said giving him a big smile. He closed the refrigerator door, walked over to Roger and wrapped his arms around him squeezing him tight. "It's good to have you home," he whispered in Roger's ear. He kissed Roger on the neck, just below the ear and took a step back.
Roger looked at Randy and smiled, his face feeling a little flush. Just Randy's touch makes him all tingly inside.
"You OK, baby? Your face just went a little pink," Randy asked.
"Yeah, daddy; I'm good. It's just you have a very definite affect on me. Where's Joel?"
"He took his dad home. He should be back shortly. I was just looking to see what we have in the house for dinner. Do you have a craving for anything specific?" Randy asked.
Roger looked down at Randy's dangling cock and smiled, his face lightly flushing again.
Randy started to laugh. "I see you've been taking lessons from Joel. I think you guys need a little more sustenance that what my cock can give you," Randy said.
Roger reached up and took Randy in his arms. He pressed his face in the crook of Randy's neck and kissed him gently. Randy squeezed him tight and together they stood in the middle of the kitchen embracing.
Roger stood at the kitchen sink rinsing the dinner dishes off before stacking them in the dishwasher. Randy came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. He leaned down slightly and rested his chin on Roger's shoulder and inhaled deeply. "You smell so good," Randy whispered.
"That's surprising, since I haven't showered since 6 AM this morning," Roger answered him as he turned around to face Randy.
"It's your natural, manly scent," Randy laughed.
"Do I stink; should I take a shower?"
"No baby, nothing like that. It's not body order; you just smell good. It's nice; I like the way you smell. Sounds strange to hear myself say that when I say it out loud. Never mind, what would you like to do tonight?" Randy asked.
"I was hoping to have a chat with Joel. He's been so busy with his parents, I still haven't told him what I told you the other day at the store. I was hoping to tell him tonight. Have you said anything to him about what we talked about?"
"No, I haven't said anything. It's not my place to tell him. That's between you and Joel," Randy said softly.
"What would that be?" Joel asked as he caught the last few words of Randy's response, dinner dishes in his hands.
"I want to talk to you about something, Buddy," Roger said as Joel approached setting the dishes on the counter.
"Oh Shit! You're not moving out Rog; please tell me you're not leaving us. Don't leave us Rog. Please don't leave us. We need you here with us; this is your home too!" Joel said reacting in fear throwing his arms around both of them.
Randy could feel the fear oozing from Joel's pores. He extracted himself from Joel's grip and grabbed Joel's head in both hands. "Baby, relax. Roger's not leaving us. He just needs to tell you something that he has recently discovered. It's a good thing; trust me."
"Fuck, Rog! You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were leaving us. You're not leaving right?" Joel asked again almost pleadingly.
"No, Buddy, I'm not leaving," Roger said calmly with a smile as he took Joel in his arms to comfort him. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.
"Oh, thank God," Joel said relieved as he wrapped his arms around Roger. "I'm sorry I freaked out a little, but you scared me!"
"Guys, why don't I finish cleaning up the kitchen and you two go have a talk in the hot tub. Go on before Joel pops a vein or something. Grab yourselves a couple of beers, fire up the hot tub and talk. Go on," Randy said somewhat fatherly.
"Good morning, guys," Joel said pleasantly as he greeted his parents at the door. "Come on in. You just missed Randy. He went over to fix something at the Thrift Store; I don't think he will be that long knowing Randy. Can I get you some coffee?"
"No thanks, Joel; we're fine," his mom responded. "What are you guys doing today?"
"I guess that depends on you guys," Joel said. "Since this is your last full day and you leave tomorrow, is there anything else that you guys want to do or see before you leave?"
Mark walked around the bar and took a seat on the barstool. "That's up to your mother," he said. "I'm game for anything you guys want to do. Besides, your mother would kick my butt if I even mentioned the golf course today."
"You got that right!" she said with a roll of her eyes. "Are you sure we're not intruding on any plans you and Randy made for the day?"
"No, mom, not at all. Randy and I were talking about possibly going furniture shopping today for a little bit. He said he already has an idea of what he wants to do in his head. He's so good seeing things in his head. That's a talent that I don't have," Joel confessed.
"Well, you guys have certainly done a beautiful job with this house; that's for sure. Even though you have no furniture yet, the house is beautiful. You two should be very proud of what you have accomplished."
"Thanks, Mom. I learned a lot working with Randy. If you guys are interested, we can all go shopping together when Randy gets home. I'd love that."
"We don't want to intrude, Joel. Perhaps Randy would like to keep that stuff between the two of you," she said.
"Don't be silly, Mom. Randy would love for all of us to go together. Come on, what do you say?"
"Personally, I'd love it too. As long as it's OK with Randy, I'd love to."
"How about you, Dad?" Joel asked.
"Like I said, I'm game; sounds good to me. Besides, it would be nice for all of us to spend the last day here together."
Roger sat back in his office chair and let his mind wonder off. Immediately, he found himself thinking of Randy as a smile came to his face. He let his right-hand fall to his crotch and grabbed his cock through his pants. He gave it a little squeeze and moaned lightly. He fondled himself until his cock was almost at full mast before he realized his office door was wide open. He listened for footsteps and voices in the hallway. After a brief pause, he let go of his cock, got up from his desk, closed his office door and locked it.
He returned to his desk, sat back in his chair and pulled it up close to his desk. He reached under the desk, unzipped his pants and struggled to release his growing cock. The head of his cock hit the underside of the desk. "I need more room," he said to himself scooting forward on his office chair.
He wrapped his hand around his hard cock pointing it as far down as possible under the desk and started to stroke it gently. In his head, he pictured a naked Randy as he stroked. "I can't believe I'm jerking off in my office; I should stop right now!" he said to himself but continued on.
After several minutes of stroking thinking about Randy and Joel, he felt a bit of wetness seeping from the tip of his cock. He ran his finger over his knob and licked his finger imagining that it was Randy's sweet seepage he was tasting suddenly wishing he was home with Randy & Joel.
He imagined Randy fucking him up the ass while Joel sucked his dick as he felt his orgasm fast approaching. He grabbed his cock just below the head, made quick, short strokes, and shot his load hitting the back of the front panel of his desk.
Joel walked into the bedroom to see Roger still fast asleep. He was sleeping on his side hugging a pillow tight to his body. "God, he's so fucking beautiful!" Joel said softly out loud as he felt his cock twitch. He crawled up the bed on his hands and knees and gently kissed Roger on the cheek. "I love you, Rog," he whispered.
"I love you too, Buddy," he heard Roger respond softly with sleep in his voice.
"You're awake; I thought you were still asleep," Joel said surprised.
"Surprise! I felt you crawling up the bed sexy," Roger giggled. "Where's daddy-man?"
"He's out front washing the truck. He's giving the entire neighborhood a show," Joel responded.
"A show; what does that mean?" Roger asked.
"He's washing the truck in nothing but those short, burgundy, nylon shorts he likes so much. They are soaking wet and leave nothing to the imagination. You can see everything the man owns."
"I'll bet he looks too good for words," Roger giggled. "He should charge a viewing tax."
"That's an idea. You could go out and help him, that way we'd double our money," Joel joked as he leaned in and kissed Roger hard on the lips.
"Yuck, I have morning breath!" Roger said pulling the pillow over his face.
"I don't care, gorgeous. You're so hot and sexy I could just eat you up!"
"Then, do it. Eat me!" Roger yelled through the pillow on his face turning over on his belly.
Without hesitation, Joel positioned himself between Roger's legs and buried his face between Roger's, firm globes. He started eating Roger's ass with a vigor as Roger groaned loudly in the pillow. Joel slid his hands under the front of Roger's thighs and grabbed a strong hold around his hips.
"Yeah, baby, fucking eat my ass good!" Roger groaned loudly; his face still buried in the pillow. After just a couple of minutes, Roger lifted up just a bit and pushed back against Joel's invading tongue. "Get your tongue deep in my ass, stud!" Roger called out lifting his head from the pillow.
Joel forced his tongue in Roger's now well-lubed ass as deep as he could go.
Roger called out, "Yeah, that's my boy, eat that fucking ass stud!" as he pushed back against Joel's face. Joel was moaning profusely although muffled by Roger's butt cheeks. He felt Roger humping the mattress as he ate his ass. As Roger lifted up off the mattress, Joel quickly slid his hand under Roger and grabbed his iron-hard cock. He could feel Roger's cock drool on the sheet as he slid his hand under him. Joel felt an almost continuous flow of cock juice from Roger's cock. He just couldn't wait any longer. He jumped up on his knees, grabbed Roger's hips, and plunged his cock deep into Roger's ass. "Oh, fuck yes!" Roger growled out. "Fuck me, Joel. Fuck me hard!"
Joel leaned forward resting his weight on his arms and started fucking Roger with gusto. "Yeah, just like that!" Roger bellowed. "Make me feel it, baby!"
Joel fucked Roger so hard it sounded as if his was spanking Roger's ass. Slap, slap, slap, the sound filled the bedroom. After just a couple of minutes, Joel started sweating buckets. The sweat poured off of him landing on Roger's back. Joel was panting heavily and starting to get fatigued as he heard a groan emanating from deep within Roger.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, baby!" Roger bellowed out as he pushed down hard on the bed and shot his load. Joel felt Roger's ass spasming around his cock. He collapsed on top of Roger, forced his dick as deep in Roger's ass as he could go and emptied his balls.
Together, they laid there on the bed in silence, Joel's dick still buried in Roger's ass. When their breathing started to return to normal, Roger was the first to say, "I think you should wake me up every morning like this."
Randy finished washing the truck and walked back in the house. He heard the shower running as he ambled down the hallway to the master bedroom. He dropped his favorite pair of shorts to the floor and stepped into the bathroom. Immediately, he saw Joel and Roger sucking face in the shower.
"Do you two have room for one more?" he asked smiling.
"Come on in daddy, they said in unison."
Randy walked over, opened the shower door and stepped in. He closed the door behind him as Roger took his hand and led him to them. He placed Randy between the two of them and dropped to his knees. Immediately, he buried his face in Randy's pubes pulling him tight against his face. Joel, standing behind Randy, wrapped his arms around him and nestled his face between Randy's shoulder blades.
Randy, using both hands, started running his fingers through Roger's wet hair. Roger looked up at him and smiled. "I love you, daddy," he said softly as he took the head of Randy's growing appendage in his mouth. Randy looked down and watched as Roger started to slowly suck his cock.
Joel dropped to his knees behind Randy and pressed his face between Randy's ass cheeks. With Roger sucking his cock and Joel rimming his ass, Randy's cock was rock-hard in seconds. Roger released Randy's cock and started sucking his balls one at a time. Randy was in heaven, his two, young, virile, gorgeous lovers working him over expertly.
Roger went back to sucking Randy's cock and was immediately rewarded with a copious amount of precum. Roger moaned loudly when he tasted Randy's sweet flow. He reached around and grabbed Randy's ass in both hands and squeezed tight pulling his butt cheeks apart. Joel seized the opportunity and stood up. He grabbed the hair conditioner and squeezed a glob out on the head of his dick.
He placed his cock head at the entrance of Randy's hole and slowly pressed forward. Randy felt the cold conditioner on his hole and took a deep breath. Joel pulled back ever so slightly and then forward again until he breached Randy's entrance. He stood stationary letting Randy adjust to the intrusion and then started to slowly thrust back and forth.
Once Randy adjusted, he reached behind him, grabbed Joel's ass and pushed back against him. Joel gasped loudly as his cock bottomed out in Randy's ass. "Damn, you're so tight, daddy," he said out loud.
Joel grabbed Randy's hips and started to thrust in and out of Randy's ass. Each time he thrusted forward, his cock knob brushed against Randy's prostate sending little shivers up his spine. Randy grabbed Roger's head and when Joel thrusted in, it forced his cock down Roger's throat.
"Fuck, you two are gonna make me cum already," Randy groaned. Joel sped up his thrust as Randy felt his balls start to churn. "Here it comes, Rog; you ready?"
Roger moaned loudly and took Randy's cock as far down his throat as he could. He grabbed his own hard cock and started stroking wildly. "Here it comes, my loves," Randy groaned as his cock fired off down Roger's throat. When Randy starting to cum, so did Joel. He thrusted forward as far as he could as his orgasm swept over him for the second time that morning.
Joel wrapped his arms around Randy and held on tight. Roger came up halfway on Randy's cock, getting a taste of Randy's load. As soon as he tasted Randy's jizz, his cock fired out several globs across the shower floor covering Joel's shins and feet. He kept Randy's cock in his mouth until his orgasm passed sufficiently for him to stand up.
"Hey, Rog. What's up baby? Is everything OK?" Joel asked.
"Yeah, in fact, everything is great. Is daddy with you?"
"Yeah, he's right here," Joel answered him.
"Good. Can you put me on speaker? I want daddy to hear this too."
"OK, you're on speaker, Rog."
"Hey, daddy; can you hear me?" Roger asked.
"I can hear you baby. What's up?"
"I wanted to let you guys know that I just got a call from Martha Haley, my divorce attorney. Tiffany has signed the papers," Roger said with relief.
"Wow, that's great, Rog. It took her long enough," Joel said.
"Perhaps, but at least she signed them. That's what counts. She's not contesting anything. It feels to me as if she just wants to get this over with as much as I do. Of course, that's just a guess on my part; I don't know that for a fact because she still won't talk to me. I can finally put this all behind me and move on with my life. I can't tell you what a relief this is."
"Do you have any sad feelings about it?" Randy asked.
"Well, kind of, sort of, in a way, but honestly, my feelings towards her have changed. I will always have her in my heart, but I'm happy about this. I think the sad feelings I have about it is just that I will probably never know what happened with her because she won't talk to me. Overall, I'm elated that this is finally over. I'm so glad that I have you two to share this with. I love you guys; you two mean everything to me."
"We feel the same way, Rog. We'll have to go out and celebrate tonight. Think about where you'd like to go or what you'd like to do." Randy suggested.
"Honestly, at the risk of sounding sappy, as long as I have you two, we can stay home, have a beer and enjoy the hot tub; naked of course.
"So, the usual then?" Joel said laughing.
"Yeah, the usual works for me; I'll see you guys when I get home."