OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are FICTION created by Bob Mosher and Joe Connely. "Leave It To Beaver" is a Kayro production, copyrighted by Revue Studios. That bieng said and done, unzip and enjoy!
Ward Cleaver and his best friend and fellow executive Jim Haskell were riding back to Mayfield on the westbound "Silver Flyer" , on thier way home after a three-day business trip, which they had allowed thier 18 year-old sons, Wally and Eddie, to accompany them.
While thier dads took care of major contract negotiations during the day, the boys took sightseeing trips, and went to a ball game. During the nights, back at the hotel, the two high-school grads and thier handsome dads had some hot, kinky all-male orgies. No holes were barred, and the older men had more than enjoyed initiating thier handsome young sons into some of the kinkier aspects of male sex. And Wally and Eddie were MORE than willing students!
Due to a last-minute schedule change, Mr. Haskell and Eddie ended up sharing Ward and Wally's compartment; not that the four men minded bieng in a cramped compartment together!
Back in compartment #69-A after a lesiurely dinner in the dining car, the two dapper executives and thier sons grinned at each other, clowning around grabbing each other's butts through thier pants, just enjoying a little friendly grab-ass. Ward whispered something into Jim Haskell's ear, and the boys heard Jim reply, "Hell, yeah, Ward, I think our boys would really go for that!"
"What's that, Mr. Haskell"? Wally asked, feeling his cock stiffen in his dress slacks. "Yeah, Dad," Eddie chimed in " What's the deal?"
Jim Haskell just grinned as Ward explained. "It's something that both Jim and I have done a lot over the past few years with one another, and we really get off on it. You boys'll really take to it!" Eddie started to ask what it was they were going to do, but his dad interuppted him. "Ward, Why don't we just get started........the boys'll learn real quick!" As he spoke, he reached over to squeeze Ward's round, firm ass through his suit pants.
Ward started belting out orders. He stood in the space separating the two double-facing seats that folded down into beds. He told Jim Haskell to take off his suit jacket, and then ordered Wally and Eddie to doff thier sport jackets. Then he had all three take off thier shoes. He then had Wally and Eddie sit next to one another on one set of seats; and then Jim and Ward sat next to each other in the opposite seats, with Ward facing Wally and Eddie facing his dad.
Ward pulled down the window shade, shutting out the landscape that hurtled by at 65 miles and hour. "OK, men, I want you all to roll back your pants legs up to your knees.
The two boys and Jim Haskell obeyed; Wally and Eddie were mystifyied, but Jim Haskell only grinned a very sly grin, winking at Ward. Both Ward Cleaver and Jim Haskell wore argyle socks and garters; thier hairy legs looking sexy as hell in thier garted socks. Both Wally and Eddie were wearing garters as well, Wally's legs somewhat hairy, Eddie's pretty smooth.
Ward now told them to unbutton the waist flap of thier pants and unzip thier flies. The compartment was still, except for the growling of four zippers bieng pulled down. "Ok, fellas," Ward chuckled "Now the REAL fun begins....All three of your pull out your cocks......great....yeahhh...fuckin' nice........................OK, now, Eddie, you are going to stetch out your legs and jerk off your dad with your feet rubbing his dick, and your dad is going to do the same for you. And Wally and I will be doing it right along with you!"
"Fuck, Wally," Eddie chuckled "Your old man...oh, sorry...I mean, your father has some really cool ideas!" "Yeah, Eddie, you know it, "Wally replied. "My dad really knows a lot about this stuff!"
Now, both Wally and Eddie's teen-age cocks were out in the open, hard as steel and ready for action. Ward's fat nine-incher and Jim Haskell's thick corporate cock now jutted out of thier sweaty boxers, the angry-looking heads drooling pools of lube onto thier unzipped suit pants.
Wally felt his nuts jolt as he felt his dad's size 12 gartered-socked feet clamp onto his hard shaft, and started massaging his big prick with slow, teasing motions. "OHHHHFFUUCCK, DAD," Wally moaned, that feels fuckin' great!! " Ward moaned loudly as Wally's socked feet started working over his own massive rod.
"GODDAMN, EDDIE, " Jim Haskell snarled, as his son's dark-socked feet clamped around his aching, lube-drooling member. So hot was this new sensation of his dad's gartered feet massaging his throbbing young fuckrod, Eddie almost shot his wad right then and there. "JESSSUUSSCHRRISSTT,DAD," Eddie moaned "This is too fuckin' much!!"
Meanwhile the "Silver Flyer" dashed along the rails, speeding back to Mayfield. Crossing bells clanged, horns blew, and the steel wheels clattered as the two horny businessmen and thier equally horny sons foot-whacked each other's pounding cocks in compartment #69-A.
Ward threw his shirtsleeved arm around Jim Haskell's broad shoulder and drew him close. "Fuck, I love you, Jim," Ward muttered. "Damn, Ward, I love you too....and I know you've know it for a long time now...after all, we've been best buddies since high school!" Both Ward and Jim opened up thier mouths, and soon thier hot tongues entwined around each other, darting in and out of each others' mouths, the two men deep-kissing as thier sons continued to work over thier fat cocks with thier socked feet.
Even though Wally knew he'd loved Eddie for years now, he felt uncomfortable about actually saying it out loud. "Uh, Eddie..." he stammered "I just wanna say that I..." Wally got no further. "Yeah, I love you too, Wallace Cleaver!" Eddie giggled and put his arm around his best pal, started deep-kissing him passionatley, just as his dad and Mr. Cleaver were doing.
As Ward Cleaver and Jim Haskell deep-kissed with wild abandon, they felt thier hairy balls churn in thier sweaty boxers as thier sons continued to work over thier pounding daddy-dongs with thier socked feet. And, both Wally and Eddie, were turned on as all hell at the sight and the feel of thier dad's big socked and gartered feet working over thier teen-age cocks.
Then Ward reached over to the fold-down shoe-shine table where thier shoes were lined up. Ward tossed his size 12 brown wing-tip over to his son, and then tossed Jim Haskell's size 10 1/2 oxford over to Eddie. Grinning broadly, Ward then handed his other shoe to Jim, and he took Jim's other oxford.
"FUCK, WALLY," Eddie growled "LOOK AT THIS WILD SHIT...OUR OLD MEN SNARFING UP EACH OTHERS' SHOES....OOHHFUCK!!!!" Wally and Eddie felt thier argyle-imprisoned cocks throb harder as they started licking and sucking out thier dad's sweaty shoes, savoring the hot, musky, masculine aromas of leather and sweat. Jim Haskell's fat tongue was going wild servicing Ward Cleaver's big size 12 wingtip, and Ward snorted and grunted as he chowed down his handsome best pal's sweaty oxford.
By now, the boys, as well as thier dads, had sticky splotches of lube on each others' garterd socks, as well as thier trouser fronts. The compartment was quiet except for the sounds of four hot masculine tongues greedily eating out sweaty, musky-smelling shoes, and the deep, heavy breathing of four VERY horny males! Wally started squirming in his seat, his tongue diving deeper into the depth's of Ward's shoe. The feel of his dad's gartered foot working over his cock was too much.......
At the same time, Ward also started squirming and bucking his hips, as he felt his son's socked feet rubbing and massaging his throbbing nine-inch love pole.............. And, both Jim Haskell and his son Eddie were also about to blow thier overloaded nuts.....thier hot tongues slurping out the sweaty insides of hot, manly shoes............
Trying to keep thier voices as low as possible, both dads and thier sons started cumming, thier sweaty, hairy balls pushed to brink.....the point of no return!!! The sweat-scented air of compartment #69-A was now laden with a chorus of grunts, groans, curses, and heavy masculine breathing, as all four men unleashed thier massive cum-loads.
Ward and Jim had tossed down thier shoes and were again locked mouth-to mouth, thier hot tongues dueling it out as thier son's socked feet caused thier huge, sweaty cocks to erupt. Hot, thick jets of sticky corporate cum shot out of the two hunky, handsome businessmen's cocks. hot jizz flying like crazy, shooting all over thier shirts, thier opened suit trousers, not to mention all over thier son's socked feet. Meanwhile, both Wally and Eddie had hit massive, nut-busting orgasms of thier own; thier thick, gluey teen-loads spraying all over thier dad's huge gartered and socked feet, as well as thier own slacks and thier shirts.
So violent were these for massive loads of jizz, that even thier ties were now sticky with fresh jizz!
Spent and sweaty, the two businessmen and thier sons sprawled out in thier seats, their clothes splattered with sticky spooge. Ward Cleaver glanced at his watch. It read 7:30. They wouldn't arrive in Mayfield until 10 a.m. tomorrow morning. Ward grinned. Looks like none of us will be sleeping much tonite, he mused, as far ahead, the sleek diesel engine at the head-end of the "Silver Flyer" sounded long and clear.
THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! And, as always, comments and feedback are ALWAYS welcome!!