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Subject: Dads and Sons, Part II **116 - Dads and Sons, Part II Dads and Sons (Part II) If you have not read Dads and Sons, Part I, you should do so before reading this part two. In that story there is father and son, Mike and Todd, and father and son, Brian and Jason. In this continuation, there is Jason and me; I am taking on the character of Brian, Jason's Dad, for no other reason than to make it easier to write. I don't think it should cause any confusion. I have also included some pictures to depict the characters. The first four are my son, Jason. The next group of three are Mike's son, Todd. The first picture of the men is Mike. The other two are me, Brian. Hope these visuals are of some value in adding to your reading enjoyment. (This is "Jason" my son in the story) This is Mike's son, Todd, next three pictures. This is me, Brian This is Mike Dads and Sons (Part II) Chapter Twelve After the big event where Mike consented to losing his virginity, the relationship between the four of us seemed to cool, for various reasons--Jason had football camp, Todd was being "tutored" by Brendan, the gym owner, preparing him to compete. Happily, Todd and his dad seemed be much closer, and Todd confided in Jason that their sex together was mutual now. Todd was at our house a lot and Jason spent time at Todd's house where I could only assume that he was getting fucked by big Mike. I didn't mind all that much as long as it made him happy. He always came home with a smile on his face. But mostly it was Todd at our house. Mike and I got together a few times and it was great. I got serviced by his big horse cock and I went home with a smile on my face too. And he was more willing, if not eager now, to let me fuck him. But the few times it was a foursome I found the old jealousies and guilt creeping in the way Mike always tried to dominate things. So I tried to avoid the foursomes. Todd was being "tutored" by Brendan, a personal trainer at the gym, getting him ready for a bodybuilding contest. Brenden tried to get Jason to train to compete too but he didn't want to. He just wanted to be in shape. And he was, big time. Both of the boys were in exceptional physical condition for teenagers; Jason was downhill to seventeen and Todd had turned sixteen. They were two hot little studs, hard to keep my hands off of. Of course I didn't have to. As often as not they invited me in or they ended up in my bed when Todd stayed overnight. As for me and Jason, we seldom slept apart. We didn't always have sex, but we liked being close together. One time when we were expecting Todd to come over, Jason confided in me that Todd had seen guys getting double fucked in videos on the net and he wanted to try it since he was thirteen, but he was scared to try it with his dad because he was so big. He wanted Jason to ask me if I would be the second in the duo. Fuck, yeah! I wouldn't have done it when he was thirteen but now he was a strapping, young muscle stud and I was sure his body could handle it. When Todd arrived after supper, Jason greeted him with a smile and one word, "Yes." Todd became all smiles too. We went right upstairs to Jason's room and stripped down. "This has got to be the best kept secret in the county," Todd said as we were undressing. "Yes, and we have to keep it a secret," I reminded him. We tumbled into bed and became a threesome, kissing and making out--the boys loved doing that, and they considered rimming making out as well--sucking, and Jason and I both fingering Todd's ass, getting him ready. When we had him hot to trot I let Jason fuck Todd first to get him relaxed and loosened up. Then I fucked him with my bigger cock, although I wasn't much bigger than Jason anymore. Both boys were man-sized now. Then I turned him back over to Jason. Todd asked if we were just going to take turns with him. I told him no, we were both going to fuck him but I wanted to be the second man in. Jason lay back across the bed and Todd straddled him and rode down on his cock. Todd was leaned over Jason, riding his cock, the position offering his ass to me as well. I positioned myself and used my fingers at first around my son's cock till Todd was begging me to use my cock; he "wanted it to happen." I hunkered up and began working my cock into his hole on top of Jason's. It took some doing but I finally slid in, burying my cock balls deep into the boy's already well fucked and stretched hole. He moaned hard and loud with pleasure and moaned for us to fuck him. We did. We agreed later that it was as good for us as it must have been for Todd, having our cocks slide back and forth together inside the snug, warm hole. We filled him with cum and Todd white washed Jason with his load. We left the boy exhausted. "Godd, I feel like I just lost my virginity all over again," he said. As he was leaving the next morning, Todd said, "Please don't ever mention this to my Dad. I don't want him to get any ideas about trying it on me with one of his buddies." So as far as we knew, Mike never did know his son liked to be double fucked. He would be furious if he knew we were doing it to him and leaving him out. One time we were apart when Jason had football camp, and Mike had to take Todd to visit his mother, who had moved to Canada with her new husband. I had several calls that had to be made to customers. I was glad it was at the same time Mike and Todd were gone to Canada; I wasn't at all sure I would've made the calls and left Jason home alone at Mike's beck and call. Okay, I probably would have but the jealousies were still there. Underlying all of excuses for the four of us being apart, I was secretly glad that there was a break between the two dad and son teams. I still hadn't shed the feelings of guilt and resentment over how I let Mike dominate me. Thinking about it, there were times when I was ready to make the break permanent, but I knew Jason would be sorely disappointed, and if I pushed it, I was afraid I might alienate my son and push him to Mike. The football camp allowed parents to visit on the last two days, and I made the trip. I wanted to see Jason in action, and then I could bring him back home with me rather than have him make the long journey by bus. The hotel was adjacent to the training facility; in fact, I could stand on the balcony of my fourth floor room and look out over the fields. When I was settled in I walked to the edge of the field where the players were gathered around the coaches. I smiled that I was able to recognize my son by his ass that was packed so sexily in the tight football pants even before I saw his name on the back of his jersey. There were some other fine, tight, young butts on display as well, nicely framed by the straps of their jockstraps that showed through their uniform pants. I was there for several minutes before Jason saw me on the sidelines and ran over. He was happy to see me, but within minutes, he was asking about Mike. "I don't expect to hear from them while Todd is visiting his mother," I said. "I hope he doesn't decide he likes it up there in Canada and decides to stay," Jason said. "Somehow, I don't think his dad would allow that." "I hope not. I miss them." "So, how's camp been?" I asked, ignoring the boy's last remark to change the subject. He hesitated as a big smile came over his handsome, tanned face. "Uhhhh.....way better than I expected." I chuckled. "That Uhhhh part makes me think you're talking about more than football." "Wellllll.....it's about one of our coaches," he said, his eyes dancing. "I want you to meet him. His name is Rob Michaels, and he played college ball at some Ivy League college out east. He is so ripped! You couldn't pinch an ounce of fat anywhere on his body." I laughed. "Does that mean you've tried?" "Let's just say I got my feels in, but nothing totally serious yet," he said, laughing. "Well, you don't have much time, the camp ends tomorrow," I joked. "He's very careful and discreet. I'm not even sure he's gay, or even interested. But he was able to see right through me. I thought when you meet him, maybe you could invite him to our hotel room and see what transpires." "Well, in the first place, I think he would be way too careful and cautious to even think of initiating something with a player's father, or with a player with the father around." "I know, that's where you come in," Jason said with a gleam in his eyes. "You invited me all the way up her to run interference for you?" I said, laughing. "Besides it's not our hotel room; don't you have to stay in the dorms with the rest of the players?" "He's a coach, maybe you could ask him to bend the rules." "Goddard, get your ass over here!!" someone bellowed. "I don't think that's gonna happen," I said. Jason whirled around and ran back to the other players. I heard him catching hell and wondered if it was the coach he'd been talking about. If it was, we didn't stand a chance of getting the rules bent. When the practice was over Jason hung around the coaches till he was able to get one's attention. I had pretty much picked the guy out from his youthful and extremely healthy look, as well as the muscular thighs sticking out of his white shorts and the tight, rippling arms sticking out of the dark blue T-shirt that was cut off mid-way up his torso. After a moment they walked toward me. Till they got closer, my eyes were glued to his thighs and the bared section of the tightest abs I'd ever seen. Jason was right when he said the guy was ripped. "Dad, I want you to meet one of my coaches, this is Coach Michaels. Coach, this is my father." He stuck out his hand, his sinewy bicep bulging. "Very good to meet you, sir. I'm always glad to see parents taking an interest." "Good to meet you as well, Coach Michaels. I've already heard a lot about you." "Oh?" He glanced at Jason with a tight smile. "Nothing you can't repeat, I hope. Are you here for the last two days?" "Yes, I'm staying over there," I said, nodding to the hotel. "It's a nice hotel. And the restaurant next door is top notch. They cater our training table, in fact." "Is your schedule such that you could accept an invitation to dinner with us?" I asked. He frowned. "Well, I'm afraid that would be against the rules," he said, looking at Jason. "You're required to eat and sleep with the other players," he said to Jason. He smiled and added, "And I should be at the coaches table." "Ohh, Mannn!" Jason groaned. "Can't I at least go back to my dad's hotel room till time for lights out?" "I don't think there is any rule against that, and if there is, I'll bend it. But right now we need to hit the showers and you need to rest before dinner." He looked at me. "You understand." "Certainly. I didn't come up here to be in the way or disrupt anything," I said. "So, what time should I expect you?" I purposely directed the question right at him. "Jason can be there in about an hour," he replied. "And you....if you're not tied up with coaches meeting, perhaps you can join us. It would be nice to get better acquainted." "We have our critiques over dinner. Yes, I would be glad to have the time to learn more about Jason first hand, perhaps learn things he hasn't bothered to tell me. I'll walk him over later." I watched them walk away, a lump in my throat. I hadn't gotten around to asking exactly what Jason meant about Coach Michael seeing right through him, but if it had any meaning at all, this could be a most interesting evening. I remembered passing a mini-mall not too far back from the hotel. I drove there and bought a six pack of light beer, soft drinks and some snacks. Back at the hotel I put the beer and drinks in the mini refrigerator then I showered and flushed out, just in case, and slipped condoms and lube in the drawer of the night stand, fully realizing that it could all be for naught. Hell, the coach might not even drink beer. I sorted through my bag and found my well-worn jockstrap from college. It was pretty sad, all dingy from so few washings, and torn and tattered with little tears and pick holes. But it was sacred to me. I slipped it on and pulled on a pair of worn jeans. I didn't bother with socks or a shirt. I stood at my window sipping a cold beer, watching and waiting. Finally I saw them walking across the field. It was heartwarming to see them talking and laughing, more as equals now rather than coach and player. They both looked good. Jason in tan cargo shorts and a yellow polo shirt and Coach Michaels in an outfit reverse from what he'd been wearing; dark blue shorts now and a white T-shirt with blue banded collar and sleeves. I didn't remember if I'd told Jason my room number but they found me. I was at the door when they knocked. Jason was beaming with excitement. Coach Michaels was duly and properly polite. I was pleased when he accepted a beer. I wasn't sure he would. I got a can of pop for Jason. He didn't take it. "That's not my brand," he said smartly. I looked at Michaels. "He can have a beer if it's all right with you. It'll make him sleep good. But not a word to any of the other guys," he said to Jason. "Yes, Sir." Jason, possibly aware of the limited time we had, jumped right in to get things rolling. "Point of curiosity, Coach. What do you make of Randy Price?" he asked. "What about Randy?" Coach asked with a curious frown. "Some of us were talking, and he seems a little.....I don't know.....swishy, for lack of a better word." Coach cocked his head with a surprised frown. "Randy does have certain mannerisms," he said with some caution. "But that has nothing to do with his athletic abilities. He's a good tight end, with a lot of potential." Jason made the mistake of chuckling softly, "Yeah, tight end is probably right," which brought a sterner scowl from his coach. "I don't know anything about Randy's sexual preferences, if that's what you're referring to, and I don't care," he said. "Bottom line is, being gay doesn't define who you are, any more than being straight defines who a person is. So I suggest you all focus on the game of football, and how you can improve your game instead of wasting time on something as inconsequential as someone's sexuality. Which really isn't any of our business anyway, is it?" "No, sir, it isn't," Jason said rather sheepishly. "I mean, even the military has figured that out. Sorry, Coach, I was out of line." "Yes you were. You're all out of line talking about Randy that way. I suggest you make it right with those other players at the first opportunity and put a stop to the rumors at once." "Yes, sir, Coach, I will." Coach Rob "And keep in mind, Jason, if the whole truth were known, there are very likely one or two in that group of players who really have no room to talk. Did you ever think about that?" His words were accented with a hard gaze at my son, and I wondered again about what Jason had said about Coach seeing right through him. I was glad Michaels wasn't letting it drop, and impressed that he was reprimanding Jason on the spot, right in front of me. But he was making Jason squirm, and it was getting uncomfortable in the room. Jason looked at me and I saw how his eyes were shifting, like he did when he was unsure of himself. I didn't say anything. Coach Michaels had asked him a question and he was waiting for an answer. I was both surprised and pleased with Jason's answer. "Yes, Sir, I......." "Wait," Coach said, holding up his hand. "You don't have to call me sir. You don't even have to call me Coach in this situation. Neither of you. Both of you call me Rob." "I can't do that, Sir. You're my coach and that's the way I will address you. I have already thought about that and I've been ashamed of talking about Randy like that. I'm more ashamed now, because I.....I....." He glanced at me again and I had a terrified gut feeling what was coming. "Coach, I....truth is, I'm one of those....that's got no room to talk." Coach didn't seem surprised. "But I think you knew that," Jason added. "Didn't you?" Coach Rob didn't hedge on his answer and he didn't look at me for guidance or approval in how he answered. It was as if I weren't even in the room. "No. I didn't know but I had my suspicions," Rob said. "I applaud you for your honesty and your courage. That ought to make it easier for you to talk to the other boys and put this nonsense to rest." Then he looked at me and the question was on his face; did I know? I nodded. "I've known for a long time," I said as I went into the bathroom to get another round of beers. I didn't ask Rob if Jason could have another one, I just handed it to him. "Jason and I have a very open and tight relationship," I went on. "There's not much we don't know about each other." I didn't know if I'd said it in a way that Rob would catch my true meaning. He was smiling. "I'm not sure if I fully understand. Would I be remiss if I asked you to explain just what an open and tight relationship is?" He chuckled nervously. "I ask that because I never had much of any kind of a relationship with my father." "I'm sorry to hear that. But no, you are not remiss at all, so long as you also are not judgmental or offended by my answer." "Neither," he said. "It was easier for Jason to come out to me because he's always known, even as a little boy, that nothing is off limits between us. He would tell you that I'm one to confront things head on, and this was no exception. I made him understand that he wasn't broke, he didn't need to be fixed, it was nothing to be ashamed of, but to just be cautious. In doing that, I opened up to him as well. You see, I am of the same persuasion as my son. I can tell you, it was quite a relief to be able to get that out in the open between us." Rob still had a thoughtful frown on his face. "Well, that is something I never expected to encounter," he said. "Then am I remiss in reading something into your relationship that perhaps I shouldn't.... that it is, shall we say, a stronger, deeper bond than most fathers and sons have?" He chose his words carefully. "You have no reason not to reach that conclusion that any sensible man would," I said. "Whew!" he breathed. "This was certainly not anything I expected to encounter at camp this year," he said with a sense of great relief. I hadn't noticed the concern on Jason's face till he cleared his throat to interrupt. "I hope this isn't going to affect my final evaluation," he said to Rob. "Not at all. Why should it?" Rob said. "Your evaluation will be focused on your athletic abilities and attitude just like everyone else, including Randy Price. What's said in this room stays in this room." "What about, uh....." Jason glanced at me. "....what happens in this room?" he asked, looking back at Rob. Rob glanced down then looked back up. "Having said what I just did, I, uh.....well, I feel I can and should be as open and honest with you as you've both been with me." He paused and took in a deep breath. "You are way ahead of me on this, Jason. I didn't begin to deal with some of my feelings till I was in college." Jason blinked with surprise. I was just as surprised but didn't show it. "Wow! No kidding!" Jason said. Rob went on. "I found myself teetering on the fence; even had a couple of encounters. Which scared me and I ran to girls, thinking that would be a cure. It cured the symptons but the feelings remained. Fortunately, I was able to bury them, and made the conscious decision that I am bi. I still abide by that decision which makes it easier and safer to coach young athletes." "Actually, it was easier for me; I had Dad's support," Jason said. "That's wonderful. I must say that the last few minutes with both of you has been very enlightening," Rob said. "If I may say so, Coach, you don't really sound certain enough to have made that conclusion definitively," I said. "And if you were on the receiving end in those encounters you mentioned, that doesn't count as any experience at all, really," I said. "Then I'm zilch," he said, laughing. "I freely admit I wanted to reciprocate....even wanted to initiate it one of those times....but I just never found my courage. No guts," he said, rubbing his bare stomach. He laughed again and his face was turning a little red. "Nearest I've come to doing anything, a friend and I used to jack off together when we were kids. That's the only time I ever even touched another boy," "Hell, Coach, you're practically a virgin," I said, laughing. "Laugh if you will, both of you, but this is blowing me away," Jason said softly. "Well, I don't think you went far enough down that path to be sure of anything, one way or another," I said to Coach. "I....suppose not," he said, still rubbing his stomach. I didn't know if he liked feeling his abs and drawing attention to them or if it was a nervous habit. "Man, you weren't even on the right path," Jason said, laughing. "That was just two little boys messing around. Every boy in the world has done that." "Probably. What can I say?" There was a long silence, with uncertainty lingering in the air, till Jason spoke up. Leave it to him. "Hey Coach, I was telling Dad how ripped you are. Show him the rest of your abs," Jason said Rob's face turned dark, probably reddish under his deep tan. "You're embarrassing me, Jason." "Come on, Coach, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about. Take off your shirt, man. Please?" "This is a little bit embarrassing," Coach said. "No, go ahead, take it off," I said. "He's made you out to be some kind of a god. I would like to see for myself." Jason was next to him, tugging on his cut-off T-shirt, till reluctantly, the muscular youth peeled off his shirt, with Jason's help. "My Godd!" I gasped without thinking. The man was tight as a drum, his chest and his abs all the way into his shorts. Rob stood there with his shirt in his hand, looking even more embarrassed from my little outburst. "Stop blushing," I said. "That is incredible. You must have zero body fat." "Well, I do have good metabolism," he said. "That's way more than good metabolism. That's just plain ripped," Jason said, so excited that he was rubbing his hand over the man's bare stomach. Rob put his hand over Jason's to stop him but didn't push it away. "You look like you were carved out of stone," I said. "He feels like solid rock," Jason said. "Thank you. Thank you both, but there are hundreds of guys out there built just as good or better....thousands." Jason laughed. "I haven't seen any of 'em. None of the other coaches look like you do. Hell, nobody here is built like this." Suddenly Rob gripped Jason's hand in his own and eased it away. "Pardon me, Jason, but....this is having an inappropriate effect.....," he said, glancing at me. "I can't imagine what that would be, that would be inappropriate," Jason joked. He obviously knew the problem he was causing the man. "Well, frankly, it's giving me a hardon," Rob blurted. "Man, there's nothing inappropriate about a hardon, Coach, is there, Dad?" Jason said, laughing. "Heck, Dad taught me that's about the most proper and natural thing that can happen to a guy." He started getting playful then, reaching in to try to rub the coach's stomach again, while Rob kept fending him off. They tussled playfully for a minute then Rob's mouth flew open when Jason suddenly grabbed the front of his shorts. "You still got that hardon, Coach?" he said, laughing. "Yep, it's still there!" Rob maneuvered around and grabbed Jason from behind around his upper body, pinning his arms to protect himself from his groping. But Jason was still able to reach back and grab at his crotch. "You've got me in this position you'd better be serious, Coach," Jason told him, laughing. In the short moment that it all happened, the what-the-fuck look never left Rob's face and he was still wrestling with the teenager, hunkering back from him while still trying to keep him in tight restraint. "Look guys, this is getting out of hand..... " Suddenly he seemed embarrassed and he released Jason and shoved him away, sending him sprawling across the bed, laughing. There was another short, awkward silence, Rob standing there heaving for breath, looking embarrassed and very confused. I started to come to his rescue but Jason beat me to the punch. "Why'd you let me go, Coach? You had me in position." He wasn't laughing now, and his tone was more serious, husky. He lay across the bed, his legs over the edge of the mattress, propped up on his elbows. I quickly went to the bathroom for the last of the beers. I tossed one to Jason and he sat up to drink it. I could tell by Rob's face when I handed him a beer that my son's boldness and his own confusion had given way to the reality of the situation. I kept hold of the beer with his hand around it too, and looked into his eyes. "I can see we're embarrassing you. I'm sorry." "Yeah, I'm sorry too, Coach," Jason said. "I shouldn't come on so strong." "No, no, I.....there's no need....to apologize," Rob stammered. "I left myself wide open; I should have excused myself when I first realized.....the, uh....situation. I should apologize for letting myself get carried away." "I pushed you into it, Coach" Jason said. "But when you had me in that arm lock....well, I let my imagination run wild." "As did I," Rob said. "I lost my professional ethics for a moment." "I don't mean to be patronizing when I say this, but I'm almost old enough to be your father," I said. "I don't think you have it in you to abandon your professional ethics. I also think you should feel free to set them aside when the situation calls for it. They'll still be there when you need them. Right now, I don't think you do." "I appreciate that," Rob said. "I wish I'd had a more understanding father, growing up. You're very lucky, Jason." "I know that," Jason said. He was smoothing his hand over the front of his shorts, almost groping. "If you think you needed my permission with Jason, Coach, you have it," I said. "Jason knows what he's doing. He knows what he wants." Jason was eyeing the man over the top of his beer, smiling. "You said I'm way ahead of you, Coach," he said as he slid over to sit on the edge of the bed. "You wanta start catching up?" He reached over and grabbed his hand full of Rob's shorts and tugged him closer. "Geezuss, this is all way over my head," Rob said huskily. "Then let me be the coach for a while," Jason told him as he began massaging the front of the man's shorts and undoing the top button with his other hand. Suddenly I remembered something that I thought might help things along. "Listen, I brought something for Jason," I said as I dug around in my bag. "But I think it would look good on you right now." I handed the small bag to Rob. "Go in the bathroom and try it on." He didn't open the bag till he got in the bathroom. "I....don't know about this," he said from the bathroom a minute later. "Put it on!" Jason called back. "Unless it's a chastity belt?" He came out a couple of minutes later in his sneakers, baseball cap and the white, lace-up jockstrap, bulging proudly with his manhood. It contrasted sharply against his dark tan. "Holy Fuck!" Jason gasped. "That is awesome! Where'd you get it, Dad?" "In a men's specialty shop. I thought you would like it." "I love it. I'm going to wear it for football. And it looks great on you, Coach." "I have to admit, I sort of like it," Rob said, looking down at himself. "Fuck, so do I, on you," Jason said. "Well, I may just keep it," Rob joked to Jason. "Maybe you should; I wouldn't look near that good in it. Come here and let me see it up close." When Rob moved in front of him Jason felt the material all over, the pouch and the wide waistband. "Man, that feels nice. Do you going to wear it tomorrow for the last session?" "If you'll let me borrow it," Rob said. "Unless you want to wear it." "No, you wear it," Jason said. "Then it'll be neat wearing it home knowing you've been stuffed in it. But right now, I want to see how these laces work." Rob watched the boy deftly undo the laces and pull the jock apart, exposing more of his tan and dark pubes. He wrapped his arms around the man's butt and pressed his face into the exposed flesh just above the jock and I could see his tongue was working. "It even smells good," he murmured. "That's not the jockstrap, dope," I said, laughing. "It isn't? Then I want to see what it is that smells so good." He tugged the jock down off Rob's lean hips, exposing the root of his cock. "We shouldn't be doing this, Jason," Coach said as he grabbed onto the boy's hands. Jason looked up at him. "I thought we passed that hurdle. There's no turning back, Coach," he said as he slowly pulled his hands from the man's grip. With that he pressed his mouth against the thick cockroot and breathed in. "Aaahhh, this is what smells so good." He tugged the jock down further, kissing and licking down the man-meat all the way down as it was exposed. Rob looked at me, shaking his head, eyebrows arched, with a I-don't-believe-this look. I smiled. His cock swung free, an impressive length, the head swelled out wide as the shaft that was arched out on its way to a full hardon. "Oh, fuck, this is beautiful," Jason murmured as he nuzzled his face in the man's pubes. "Oh, God! I shouldn't be doing this. He's one of my players. I'm his coach," Rob said, his head laid back, his eyes closed. "You're the coach," Jason said. You call the shots; I execute your nalls. "Do you want me to suck it?" he asked, looking up at him. Nodding as if it hurt, Rob put his hand gently on top of Jason's head and mouthed "Godd, yessss!" Jason had scooped up the bulbous head with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth, then right into his throat. "Ohh, My God!" Rob gasped as he watched, wide-eyed, his cock disappearing into the boy's mouth. "Ohh, I don't believe this!" As Jason smashed his face in the man's pubes. He had stopped glancing at me; he knew he had my approval. As Jason began sucking him I moved in closer to him on the bed to take his clothes off of him. I managed to get him naked without him missing a stroke on Rob's cock. Then I took off my own clothes. All the while, Rob was watching my every move, taking in every bit of Jason's body and my own as they were revealed. Rob smiled when he saw me in my old, tattered jockstrap. "Now that is what I call a classic jockstrap," he said. "Bet you've had that since college." "Actually, it dates back to high school," I said. "And I bet I can count on one hand the number of times it's been washed." "With a couple of fingers left over," I said, laughing. "It took two or three times to convince my mother I didn't want her washing it. I finally hid it from her." I left it on for the moment and moved up behind Rob and pressed my body against his. "You said you've not had much experience. How much would you like to learn?" I whispered in his ear. "I think all....you both....want to....teach me," he choked. Jason eased back off of his cock and looked up at him. "I'll teach you, Coach. I'll be your coach for now." He slid off the bed onto the floor with is head laid back against the mattress where he could more easily get to Rob's cock. I told Rob to bend over the bed and I went knelt down behind him and began kissing his butt. His soft moan turned into a surprised, loud gasp as I began licking the inner slopes of the divide. "Ohh, Godd! I never had that done to me before. Godd, it feels wonderful!" He groaned louder as I licked all around his hole while Jason put his hand between his legs to rub it with his fingertip. "Ohhh, you guys are going to drive me crazy!" "You ain't seen crazy yet," Jason said. As his asshole relaxed I pushed my tongue into the mushy hole. Jason kept his finger there and I sucked on his finger at the same time. I was surprised when Rob reached back to pull his butt wider apart. But that didn't stretch his hole open. I did that myself. I dug my fingers into the ring of muscle and pulled his hole wide open. I could see the pinkish muscles inside palpitating and I drove my tongue in as far as I could. Jason found his hole as well and shoved his finger in. "Awwwhh! Ohh, Fuck!" he cried out. The next instant he was cumming. I could feel it the way his ass was going crazy on my tongue and his legs were shaking, and I heard Jason moan and choke. To be sure, I reached between his legs and pressed my fingers against the base of his cock and I could feel the powerful surges through the thick vein. When he was finished I told Jason to slide through his legs so he could lie across the bed. Rob rolled onto his back and collapsed on the bed. "Holy shit, what just happened?" he gasped. "Wow! When was the last time you dumped a load, Coach?" Jason asked. "This morning." "No way. That felt like about a month saved up." "No, really, I jacked off this morning. I get so turned on working with the boys, I have to jack off every morning before we start so I don't get hard and show wood. That'd be hard to explain." "I don't know Coach, there might be more boys than you know who would be happy to see you showing wood," Jason joked. "Coach, we'll be perfectly happy to service your every need while we're here at camp," I said. "Jason loves sucking your cock, and I could spend the rest of the night giving you a tongue bath, kissing and licking those awesome muscles. I know you're still unsure, but if you've got any ideas that you might want to try something yourself, well this is your chance." "Yes, I....I was thinking that myself," Rob said. "Yeah, if any of those thoughts you've been having included trying sucking cock, you've got two to practice on," Jason said. "I...I have....thought about it," he said. "And your Dad's right, I don't know when I might get another opportunity like this." "We're up for anything you wanta try," Jason said as he rolled onto his side and began fondling Rob's manhood. Lying on his other side, I leaned over him and began kissing his hard chest muscles. He shivered and moaned when I dragged my tongue across his nipples. "Ohh, what is that?" he moaned. ""Godd, I didn't know I have feelings there." "He can show you a lot of places where you didn't know you had feelings," Jason said. "He's already shown me two, what else could there be?" "Just let us show you," Jason said. I leaned higher with my face close to his. "Let's start with this. Have you ever kissed a guy before?" "No. It never entered my mind." "Well, open your mind and let that thought creep in," I said. "While we demonstrate," Jason put in. We both leaned up and met over Rob's face. Our tongues met right over his nose and I could see him watching, wide-eyed. "Oh fuck, this is so hot, dad and son making out," he murmured. Jason and I played tongue tag for a moment. "Why don't you stick your tongue up here and join us, Coach," he said. He recoiled a little at first but then gave a little whimper as he shoved his tongue up to meet ours. It was like an electric charger had been turned, I could tell they were feeling the tingling eddies of current same as I was. "Ohh, fuck, this is so hot," Rob said again as his tongue lashed frantically with ours, I wasn't sure whether to prevent either of us putting our tongues in his mouth. Finally, I did. I brushed my mouth across his. He recoiled again but then relaxed and let me press my lips against his. Jason eased away with kisses all over the side of his face. I moved my lips in a sensuous way and he responded ever so slightly. Our lips got acquainted and I felt him relax more and his parted easily for my tongue to slide between them. So I introduced him to my tongue in his mouth. Our tongues got more familiar fast and were soon doing a get acquainted dance inside his mouth, his soft, whimpering moans furnishing the music. He was soon pressing his mouth up against mine, responding in full, till he had to break to breathe. "My Godd!" he gasped breathlessly. "I never dreamed..... ohh, fuck, I can't believe I just kissed a guy." "You must've liked it, Coach, `cause you're all boned up again already," Jason said as he held Rob's cock up for display. "What are you guys doing to me?" Rob said. "All the time I've had these feelings, I.....I never imagined any of this. Well, except.....for wanting to try oral. But my ass, my tits, and kissing....none of that ever entered my mind." "What about fucking? Did that ever enter your mind?"" Jason asked. He laughed at the man's shocked look. "You do know guys fuck." "Yes, but.....only vaguely. I never imagined I would ever try it." "In those vague thoughts, how did you picture yourself, on the giving or on the receiving end?" Jason asked. "Oh, I never thought of being fucked," Rob said. "Who did you think about fucking, in those vague thoughts?" Jason asked. He was really getting into tutoring and coaching his coach. "I would rather not admit that," Rob said. "Come on, who was it? Your brother, your priest, your dad? Look who you're in bed with right now, nothing is going to surprise us," I chimed in. "I....I have a nephew. He's simply a gorgeous boy. A little stud, really. I've never seen a boy that age so well-muscled, and he's got the most mouthwatering butt. He's very precocious, but he's only twelve years old.....almost thirteen....he's far too young." "Coach, if he's almost thirteen the testosterone is going to be kicking in any day now, if it hasn't already," He's just barely not too young. You say he's precocious; maybe he's not too young at all. And face it; he's at the age when he's thinking about sex every six seconds of his life. Any kind of sex, with anybody. He's ripe." "Oh, I doubt having sex with another boy or man has ever entered his mind," Rob said. "You wanta guess when my Dad started with me? I was exactly the same age as your nephew." "No kidding! And was it.....full-fledged sex? I mean not just playing around, but....." "It was full-fledged sex," Jason cut in. "He was even fucking me." "Oh. Wow! And you were....." He looked at me. "He was mature enough? I nodded, smiling. "We've been in four ways with another dad and son team." "I never imagined things like that actually happened." I said, "So if you wanta make out with your nephew......" "No, no, I wouldn't know how to even start."" "I was going to say, find a way to introduce him to Jason." "Yeah, I'm not so far from thirteen; he's gonna know I know what's going on in his head." "Oh, it would be wonderful if that could only happen," Rob said. "We can travel," I said. "You might want to be ready and know how to respond, Coach, if and when the opportunity comes up," Jason put in. "You mean......?" "Yes, you're the coach; he would naturally expect you to coach him through it," Jason said. "Well, you've given me something to think about." "Do you know what a sixty nine is?" Jason asked. "Yes, of course." "So if I turned around and crawled on top of you.....you would know what's going on? You wouldn't object?" "No, I wouldn't object at all." Todd crawled over him astraddle his head and immediately devoured his cock. Rob moaned loudly but remained with his head tossed back, Jason's cock and balls hanging over izmit rus escort his face. I didn't know if he was going to reciprocate or not. I lay so I could rim him and get the heat turned up. When I began tonguing his ass it wasn't long before he took Jason's cock in his mouth. Rob hadn't said yet that he wanted to be fucked but I was determined to force him to make the decision one way or another. Along with tonguing his ass, I kept the spit flowing to massage his asshole. Gradually I worked my finger through the tight muscle to the wonderful sound of his louder whimpering moans around Jason's cock. He didn't try to stop me and I worked my finger in as far as I could then began wriggling it around inside him. I could tell he liked it. When I found his prostate he made it loudly known that he liked it. "My Godd, what is that?" he gasped from between Jason's legs. "Before I could answer, Jason laughed and said, "Ah, he found your love nut. That's your prostate, Coach. It's what makes getting fucked feel so good." "Ohh.....OH, God, if that's what it feels like......!" "That and better," Jason said. But I didn't want Jason to push it. I wanted the man to come around on his own. "I know this feels good, Rob, and a hard cock will make it feel even better, but maybe you would like to fuck one of us first and have that experience under your belt." "Yeah, good idea," Jason agreed. "Y-yes.....y-you mean.....f-fuck you.....in the ass? You....you would let me do that?" Rob stammered. "Yeah, which one would like to do first?" I asked. "I think....I don't know, I think......Jason.....since, well I've know him, and....... If that'd be all right." "If he's one of those young jocks you get boned up around if you don't jack off first thing in the morning, yeah, Coach, he would be the logical first," I chided him. "I understand. He would be my choice too." "How do you want me?" Jason asked eagerly. "I.....don't know, I've never done this before." "On my back, on my side, on my stomach, on my hands and knees, standing on my head......" "I think on your stomach. I am very attracted to your backside and I would like to see it and have your butt muscles in my hands while I......fuck you." He laughed. "Godd, it's so strange, hearing those words come out of my mouth. Jason took up the position in front of Rob on the bed. I took the liberty of lubing up Rob's cock as well as Jason's ass. "Take note, Coach, how much I like it, so you'll know how great it feels," Jason said. "I know I shouldn't be doing this--he's so young--but Godd, it's just too much to resist," Rob said to me. "You want it, I want it, why shouldn't you be doing it?" Jason asked. Rob looked at me with his answer. "He's barely sixteen, isn't he?" "Seventeen," Jason said. "That's still underage." "Does he look to young? Does he act too young?" I said. "Anyway, nobody's going to know. I'm right here--his father--it's our secret." "Yes, I see your point." That settled, I watched as Coach Rob entered my son--his athlete--with an awed look on his face. His eyes were fixed on their juncture as he watched his cock slowly disappear into my son's ass. When his loins were pressed against Jason's butt, Rob looked at me with a look of disbelief mixed with pained pleasure. "Godd, I don't believe this. I've got my cock buried in your son's ass. What does that do to you? What're you thinking right now?" "What it does to him and you is the important thing," I said. "As for what I'm thinking......I think it's a pretty fuckin' awesome sight. The two of you, coach and a young jock, it's like you were made for each other." "Yes, it feels like that to me," Rob said and began fucking him. Jason gave back in kind, out of his own pleasure--he loved being fucked--but also to demonstrate to Coach Rob how wonderful it could be on the receiving end of a big, hard cock. I watched, stroking my own cock, till Jason motioned me over to him with his mouth slack and his tongue wagging. I winked at him and instead stood up astraddle Jason, facing Rob, offering him my cock across my palm. "MMMmnnn, Yess," Rob moaned as he took my cock in my mouth and clasped his hands around my butt to pull me deeper. We spent most of the night coaching Coach Rob in the fine points of man/boy sex. But we didn't fuck him. He was not anxious to try it and we didn't press it. I felt confident that we would be together again in the near future when we could take him through the more advanced stages of the game. We said goodbye in the parking lot in the early hours of the morning. Coach Rob was humbly grateful. "Listen, I want to thank you both for everything; all you've taught me. Jason, you're a terrific teacher and coach. And you never pressed me beyond my limits. I want to learn more, but in my own time; this all so new to me." "Understood, Coach," Jason said. "We'll get together again soon." "Yes, I want to do that." "Understand, though, next time, you get fucked, coach," Jason said, laughing. "I'm committed to it," Rob said. "Meanwhile, start nurturing your relationship with your nephew," I said. "Yes, I have to be very careful, plan a strategy," Rob said. "Just keep in mind, a thirteen year old is itching for sex in any way, shape or form, and he don't much give a fuck who it's with," Jason told him. "Keep in mind it's gonna happen, sooner than later, his hormones are going to see to that, and it's better that it happens with a total stud like you, someone he knows and trusts, instead of a dirty old man lurking around the school." "Safer, too," I added. "I will heed your advice." I put out my hand. "I want to thank you too, Coach. You're a pretty awesome guy. You've got a lot to offer young boys and teenagers, both on and off the field." We shook and Rob looked at Jason. I stepped back so they could come together. "Jason, I just want you to know that I've never coached anyone quite like you. It's been an experience I won't ever forget. And if you don't mind I would like to say goodbye with more than a handshake." "Do I need to drop my pants?" Jason joked. Rob looked all around then, "This," he said as he took my son's face in both of his large hands. I saw Jason blink with surprise as Coach pressed his mouth to Jason's lips in a hard, passionate kiss. It was a long kiss that pulled them both into it, body and soul. "Wow!" Jason gasped. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" "Upstairs, in room 212." "I'm not going to take that as goodbye, Coach. I'm taking it as a till-we-meet-up-again kiss, `cause you're wearing a jockstrap that I want back." "Very soon," Rob said. "Very soon." I let Jason drive back. The car was parked in back of the motel facing a wooded area and fields. "Hey," I said with a grin as he was about to get in the driver's seat. "What? I can drive." But he hesitated about getting in. "I know. I was just going to say, how about making this trip interesting? Why don't you drive back in your t-shirt and jockstrap." "What if we get stopped?" he asked. "It's dark. And I came the back roads; I'll show you," I said. Right there in the parking lot he took off his cargo shorts and tossed them in the back seat. Standing there in his T-shirt and jockstrap, he nearly took my breath away. It was even more breath taking when he got behind the wheel with his muscular legs bared below his jockstrap. "I wish you were wearing the lace up jock I got for you." "I'm glad you gave it to Coach Rob. He looked great in it. And I think it makes a connection with us so hopefully we can hook up with him and his nephew. Besides, I'm going to get it back." He drove with one hand and groped and massaged the pouch of his jock with the other. He laughed and said, "I'm surprised you're letting me get away with this. You've always been a stickler for keeping both hands on the wheel." "You should have both hands on the wheel; why don't you let me do that for you," I said, reaching over to grab a handful of his young manhood. He hunkered down in the seat to push his jock into my hand. "Take it out if you want to," he said. "That might be too distracting." "What's distracting is this, stopping short," he said. "You could even suck it, nobody could see you." "No, that would be too dangerous." But in the end I couldn't help myself. Barely a few miles on the back road and I laid my head on his thigh, nuzzling my face in the bulging pouch of his jockstrap. He laid an encouraging hand on my head and very deftly tugged at the side of his jock to let his cock spring free. "There's your distraction," he said. He knew I would be helpless and at his cock's mercy when he exposed it like that. It stood up proudly between his legs, throbbing, pushing out copious amounts of precum till it was running down over the head of his cock. He swiped it off with his fingers and pressed them to my mouth. I opened up and sucked his fingers. He tasted so good. I stretched his jock aside to release his balls then craned my neck to get to them. It was an awkward position. "Dad, why don't we try it this way." He lifted his leg. I raised my head and he brought his leg up higher. "Lay across the seat with your head under my thigh." It was a perfect position. He pushed his cock down so I could I suck him and I could easily get to his balls. I generally made him feel good the whole way, without it turning into anything violent. Mostly, I simply enjoyed my son's young, athletic body in a casual way, and his loving hand caressing my face and hair. "Dad, we're going to have to turn back onto the highway in a few miles," he said. "Find a place to pull over if you want me to get you off, then you can put your clothes back on." He turned into some farmer's field and pulled the car along the fence that was overgrown with weeds and vines. There he turned off the engine and the moonlight took over from the dash lights. He turned in the seat and laid back against the door and I took my time to finish him off. He tasted wonderful. "Don't swallow it, Dad, I want some of it." When he'd finished cumming he cupped my head in his hands and lifted it as he bent down and we kissed. I gave him some of his cum back to swallow. Then he got dressed and we continued on our way. "This has been the best road trip I ever had," he said. "I wonder how Todd's trip is coming along." Chapter Thirteen I should have known better when Mike invited us for a cookout but I couldn't help myself. Despite staying away from him as much as possible, when the opportunity came up I had become as addicted to the man and his huge cock as Jason was. We arrived about dusk. Mike had a huge house, in town but situated up on a hill, surrounded by trees so it was like he was out in the country. It was secluded naturally with tall, thick trees, but also with a high wooden fence around the large back yard for added privacy. Mike was standing at the elaborate brick grill nursing the fire, wearing sneakers, a baseball cap and a canvas apron with nothing underneath. I whistled. "Shit, Mike, you can douse the fire, I see what I want to eat," I said. He smiled, without looking around. "If you're a good boy I'll let you have some of that meat," he said, smiling at Jason. "Todd's in the house, why don't you go help him," he said as he grabbed up the bag of charcoal and dumped more into the grill. When Jason had gone inside, he said, "This'll take a while for the coals to burn red, come in the garage with me." He took me into the garage where I got another surprise of my life, and saw why his vehicles were parked outside. On one side there was a heavy leather sling suspended by gleaming steel chains from the overhead beams. On the other side was what looked like a massage table on rollers sitting over a wide drain in the floor with all manner of straps and chains, cuffs and other types of restraints hanging from the trusses. "Been working on this for a couple of weeks now; I wanted to have it ready for when I invited you guys over," Mike said, beaming with pride. I smiled but it was a dubious smile. "Ready for.....what?" I asked, trying to maintain the smile. I had moved to the other side of the massage table; Mike was still standing at the workbench. He came toward me, still smiling. He put one big hand tightly around my hip and pulled us together. "Ready for this," he said as he took my hand and pressed it into his crotch through the apron. "And whatever else we can dream up to make good use of this equipment I've installed." Then he wrapped one arm around my shoulders, the other hand around the back of my head, and pressed his mouth over mine and kissed me with full tongue action. As much as I didn't trust the guy, I melted in his demanding embrace. The kiss was enough to get the heat going and establish dominance, which I'm sure was what he intended by it, then he tugged my shirt out of my jeans and pulled it over my head. While my arms were locked overhead in the T-shirt, he clamped his mouth over my right tit. Leaving my arms bound in the T-shirt, he opened my belt and ripped open my jeans. He paused for something then finished pulling the shirt off over my head. I saw he had removed his apron, his cock standing out in a loosely erect state. As he knelt down to take off my shoes then finished undressing me, moment by moment, I was his; turning into his slave. He picked me up and laid me on the table and his hands were all over me. I was surprised when he leaned down and took my cock in his mouth. Out of a sense of apprehension, it was still rubbery but it fast came to life in his mouth. He sucked me for a moment or two then rose up, smiling, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I know I'm not as good at that as you are, but I'm learning, with Todd," he said. "It felt great," I said. He was rubbing his hands all over my body in a form of a massage, but I knew for a different reason. Almost before I knew it, he had pulled down the cuffs from overhead and put them around my ankles. I asked him what he was doing; he just smiled as he maneuvered the chains through the pulleys, bringing my legs up. When he had my butt raised up off the table he shoved the table away and I found myself swinging by my ankles. "You ever done a swinging blowjob?" he asked with a chuckle. With that he stepped up to me with his cock aimed at my mouth, which was still open from surprise and I was suddenly being face fucked by his enormous cock. He shoved it in my mouth. I choked and gagged but he paid no attention. He clamped his hand around my head to hold it in place as he buried his face in my ass. That was another total surprise to feel his tongue in the crack of my ass, searching for my asshole; he'd never done that to me before with such hunger. Suddenly I didn't mind being suspended upside down from the overhead beams and swinging back and forth on the man's cock. I reached out to wrap my arms around his butt so I could have more control over what I was doing. I heard the garage door open and Jason and Todd came in. "Wow, Dad, I can't leave you alone with Mike for even a minute," Jason joked. "Told you we had a surprise for you," Todd said to Jason. They came around where I could see that they were both naked. Mike stepped back and motioned for the boys to take his place, and my mouth was being traded back and forth between the two teenagers' hard cocks. I quickly shrugged off the humiliation. It wasn't something I wanted to dwell on with three beautiful, hard cocks to service, especially one of them being my son's. "We drank the water," Todd said to his Dad. "Three of the big bottles each." "Good. Let me know when you're ready." It took a moment for it to soak in but I suddenly realized what they were talking about.....and part of the reason I was hanging from my ankles....and Jason was in on it! I had seen water sports on a couple of porn sites and it was nothing I would seek out because it seemed to me to be the ultimate form of humiliation. But knowing full well it would be useless to protest, I began to psyche myself up for what they were going to do. I was being face fucked in a steady rhythm by one teenage cock then the other, while they were counting the seconds. "I'm about to burst, how about you?" Todd asked Jason. "Any time," Jason said. They both stepped back a foot or so and aimed their cocks at my face. I braced myself, closed my eyes and pursed my lips tightly. I was beginning to feel full headed from hanging upside down. "No, no, open your mouth, real wide, give 'em a target," Mike said, smacking my butt hard. Just as I opened my mouth to yelp, Todd aimed his stream of piss right at my mouth. "Squeeze it off," Mike told him. Todd quickly squeezed off his stream of piss and Jason let his go, also aiming and hitting my mouth with a lot splattering on my face. At the same time, Mike was bringing me down to the floor. He maneuvered me onto my knees with my arms locked behind me and told the boys to finish the job of hosing me down. To make sure I received the dual streams of piss in my mouth he yanked my arms up, causing me enough pain to cry out. Finally, I didn't fight it, or even resist. I knelt there, helpless, and willingly took their clear piss in my mouth. It gurgled and splashed out and ran down my chin. It didn't taste bad though, because of all the water they'd drunk. "Don't waste it, drink it," Mike ordered. I had already accidentally swallowed some of the warm liquid, and now he was massaging my neck with my head pulled back and the boys were arching their piss streams up to splash into my gaping mouth. I began gulping it down as ordered. "Fuck, this is hot, fuckin' pissing in your dad's mouth," Todd murmured. "Yeah, it sure is, and he's drinking it! This is so hot, Dad," Jason said. I tried to block the adverse emotions welling up in me; that my own son was taking part in the humiliation of his own dad. But there was one thing I couldn't control that surprised me no end; my cock was standing up from between my legs, throbbing so hard it ached. "Godd, don't let me cum!" I prayed silently. I couldn't bear demonstrating that I was so turned on by all of it. When the boys' bladders were emptied, Todd stepped closer and slapped my face with his rubbery cock. To my dismay, Jason did the same. Chuckling deep in his belly, Mike uncuffed me and helped me to my feet. "Well, look at that, looks like you enjoyed my little surprise," he said as he led me, stumbling, to the sling. "Damn, Dad, you sure did, you're really boned up," said Jason. I allowed Mike to push me back in the sling, and Todd was on hand at the head of it to cuff my wrists while Mike brought my legs up and Jason helped him cuff my ankles to the chains. It was becoming obvious to me that Jason was in on the whole thing from the beginning. There was no doubt now that I was going to get fucked, probably by all three of them. I made no protest. Even though I was fully aware that I was being used, I wanted it. The pissing had turned me on. And in a sense, we were all being used by Mike, as the boys were following his orders like a couple of slaves. He told Todd to go first and Mike guided Jason around to the head of the sling where he released the strap my head was resting on so my head hung down facing my son's cock upside down. Without hesitation, Jason shoved his cock all the way into my throat and began fucking my face, a little hard, I thought. About the third forward thrust I groaned around his cock as Todd entered me from the other end. As I was being skewered I was able to see Mike busy at the work bench. "Give Jason a chance at him, Todd, he's bigger than you and he can get him loosed up and stretched out for the main event," Mike told them. I naturally assumed the main event was Mike's thirteen inch cock, and I couldn't deny that by now I was looking forward to it. I wished he would offer me some poppers though. Oddly, I wanted to go all out and enhance the humiliation. I wished I'd had the advantage of poppers when the boys were pissing in my mouth and I was being forced to drink it. I found myself thinking I wouldn't mind if they did that again, if I could have some poppers. I knew I would regret it later but for the moment, I found myself okay with being a slut. The boys traded places, and I could feel the marked difference in Jason's larger cock in my ass. He felt good and I moaned louder around Todd's cock now thrusting into my throat. I hoped Jason didn't make me cum before Mike took his turn. I wrested away from Todd's cock for a moment. "Mike," I said, surprised that my voice sounded so meek. "Yeah," he said over his shoulder. "Do you have any poppers?" "Yeah, but I'm saving 'em for the main event. You're gonna need 'em." "All right. Thanks....I think." He chuckled. The boys had set a rhythm with the sling, pushing it back and forth so they stood still and I swung back and forth to meet their cocks. Jason's cock was popping out of my ass each time and bursting back through my hole. It felt good. "Don't make me cum," I told him. "How about it, Big Mike, do I make him cum, or edge him?" Jason asked. "Edge him. I've got something that'll make him cum so hard it'll blow his lights out." "Yeah, I know," Jason laughed. "That horse cock of yours will blow his fuse for sure." The boys fucked me from both ends for several more minutes, till Mike called a pause. I felt tingly all through at the prospect of being impaled on Mike's huge cock. I looked over toward the bench as the boys stepped back, fully expecting to see Mike approaching with his lubed up cock, but instead I got the second shock of the day. Instead of his cock he had a baseball bat in his hand!! "Oh, fuck," I heard Jason whisper excitedly. "Oh, man, Dad," Todd said. "Oh, Godd," came out of my mouth, barely audible. The bat had been taken from a long, highly polished wooden case that I'd seen on the bench, like a presentation case. I thought it was probably a presentation bat, the way it was so smoothly polished, and the red and black design glistened with the lube he was rubbing all up and down it. "No, Mike," I said quietly as he came toward me, moving his hand up and down the bat like he was stroking it. He held it out over me by the end, smiling. "Come on, it's not that much bigger than my cock, except a little bigger around." "Don't do this, Mike....No, don't do this to me," I begged, but even I wasn't convinced of my sincerity by the sound of my own voice. And the next thing that came out of my mouth was, "At least give me the poppers." Mike nodded to Jason and he went over to the workbench and got the poppers. I was vaguely aware of Mike applying great amounts of lube to my asshole as I raised my head and reached for the small brown bottle. But Jason uncapped it and administered the mind altering substance himself, closing off one nostril then the other, and I breathed it in like it was oxygen. As I was getting myself high I was also wondering why Jason had made any move nor said a word to stop what Mike had in mind when I had begged him not do to it. Maybe Jason heard the weakness in my voice as well; the weakness of a male slut submitting to his master. As the poppers penetrated my head and took over my consciousness, I felt the blunt end of the ball bat pressing against my fluttering asshole. I tried to relax. Mike pushed hard as he slowly twisted the bat around in circles. It had the desired effect, and the bat slipped through my hole with surprising ease, but not without a lot of pain. Unlike Mike's cock, there was NO give to the hard wood of the bat. I was less frightened than I would have been had I not seen pictures and videos of this on some porn sites. I knew it was not impossible. I just never dreamed that it was possible for me. But under the pressure of Mike's hard muscles, the bat bored deeper into my ass; literally bored like a drill as he twisted it back and forth. I felt it turning against my prostate almost immediately; the size of the instrument made it impossible not to touch my love nut. I reached down to grip the bat but there was no way of telling how much of it was inside me, or how much there was to go, and I didn't know how much of it he intended to give me. I could only feel that it was big around. Then I felt a twinge of panic, wondering if Mike would try to shove the entire length inside me. "Mike....you can't use it all," I said hoarsely. He ignored me and told Jason to give me some more poppers. That scared me to believe that maybe he did intend to impale me on the entire bat. Jason was taking several hits from the bottle himself. I took the poppers, gladly and fearfully. I wasn't sure if there was physically room for the entire length of it inside me, or what damage it might do if he persisted. The worst thing was, I honestly didn't know if I could trust Jason to intervene if things got out of hand, especially since he was on poppers himself. It was a sinking feeling to think that. None of it mattered for more than the few seconds it took me to think it; my mind was too consumed with lust, trying to accept and process the incredibly wonderful feelings the ball bat was generating inside me. I found myself tightening my asshole around the bat, squeezing hard in an instinctive reaction to subdue the pain, but there was almost no pain now and I realized I was squeezing my asshole around the bat because it felt so good. "You can't use it all on me, Mike," I said, again without any real conviction in my voice. I reached down again to feel the bat and was panicked to find my hand could reach nearly around its girth. Godd, there had to be more than half of it inside me! And it was the biggest half! "No more, Mike!" I gasped. But he didn't stop. "Please, I can't take it all. You gotta stop." He laughed and said, "You were taking it just fine till you felt how much of it you had inside you. Besides, it's not Mike." I didn't understand at first till I looked to see Todd standing beside me with the bottle of poppers. He opened the bottle to give me another hit but I lifted my head to another surprise. "It's me, Dad. I'm using the bat on you," he said with a tight grin as he twisted the ball bat in circles deep inside my ass. I was too surprised to speak at first. I gaped at him in disbelief. "Geezuss, Jason......," I managed finally. He just kept smiling, and I felt him apply pressure to the handle of the bat, shoving it a little deeper. "Ohh, Godd!" I moaned softly. Mike told Todd to shove his cock in my mouth. "Okay, let's all get high, boys, then take him over the top," he told them. To Jason, "But fuck him till he cums." The bottle was passed around a couple of times and it scared me that Jason took two more hard hits from it. I feared he would not be in total control and realize what he was doing to me with the ball bat. Todd gave me another hit of poppers then took a hit himself and handed the bottle to his dad. Mike to another quick hit and capped the bottle then bent over me and took my cock in his mouth as Todd shoved his cock deep into my throat. "Ohm, Goddd!" I cried out, muffled around Todd's cock. I hadn't realized my cock was so hard, and I never felt such sensations in all my life. The whole time, Jason had been penetrating my ass with the bat, while twisting it around in gentle circles as he went gradually deeper and deeper. Now, at Mike's instruction, he began fucking me with it. I could feel its thick girth pulling at my asshole, then pushing my asshole back in. It felt like he might pull my insides out if he did it too hard or too fast. But he was surprisingly gentle and I could hear the gentleness in his voice. "You're gonna be fine, Dad," he said in a soothing tone. He bat fucked me for several minutes as I clung to the leather straps of the sling and my son's arm. I felt like I was going insane. The pleasure was so compounded and intense that my brain couldn't process it; it felt like my brain was scrambled. I wrenched my head around to free myself from Todd's cock. "Oh My Godd, Jason, I can't stand this....I have to cum....I'm gonna go crazy if I don't cum......Please....Son, get me off. I feel like I'm drowning.....save me.....Mike, suck me.....Oh, Godd, suck me, make me cum.!" "Let's edge him," Mike said gruffly, countermanding my pleading. I felt like I was having an out of body experience; even my voice sounded unfamiliar. I heard Jason's voice but couldn't make out what he said. I heard Mike's laughter....it sounded evil. Through the fog I could hear Mike giving Jason instructions but I couldn't make out what they were. And then he did the thing that made me soar. He held the ball bat still and pounded on the end with his fist. It had the effect of pounding at my asshole and pounding all through my insides, jolting every nerve ending inside my ass. I grabbed for Todd's cock but didn't find it within reach. Mike's was, so I grabbed his and stuffed it into my mouth to muffle my screams. Then suddenly it was ending. I was sailing into an oblivion of lust and relief when suddenly my cock was standing free, bucking violently and painfully, and my asshole was empty. God, I thought, how could anyone be so cruel, to take me so far, so close, then let me down. I was vaguely aware of a noise from the other side of the garage and turned my head to see Jason and Todd moving something, obviously on rollers, across the garage. It was covered with a light tarp so I couldn't see what it was. "Sorry about that little interruption but we've got another surprise for you," Mike said as he unveiled the contraption. It looked menacing; like an instrument of torture. It took me only seconds to realize what it was. A fucking machine!! Oh, God, I thought, but I didn't utter a sound. I lifted my head and watched Mike attach a large dildo to the end of the long steel arm. It was nearly as big as his cock. Todd was on hand with lube that he drizzled all over the big rubber cock then Mike rolled the machine forward so the cock touched my butt. He locked the wheels and flipped a switch. There was a whirring sound then the head of the dildo pressed against my butt. The machined churned into gear, the big polished flywheel moving the steel arm slowly to and fro. Mike turned on something else and the dildo began moving closer and closer, sliding deeper and deeper between my butt muscles. The machine was going to fuck me! I braced myself. Whirr....whirrr....thrust....thrust. The head burst through my hole and pulled back out. It did it several times before it pushed in deep enough that it didn't pull out again. Mike touched some other buttons on the control panel and the dildo stopped thrusting so hard and began moving back and forth in a gentler pace, still going deeper each time. It was feeling good. I motioned to Jason for the poppers but he didn't give them to me. "Mike said not yet," he said. The big dildo gradually buried itself inside me as far as it would reach, now fucking me with very long, steady strokes. Suddenly I heard the whirring sound getting louder and felt the pace pick up. I groaned loudly. Mike picked up the pace several times and I was being forced toward the crest of oblivion again. "Better give him the poppers," Mike told Jason. Jason administered the poppers again several times but he wouldn't give the bottle to me. The speed picked up. Mike stepped back from the machine then and motioned the two boys to stand with him. "It's on automatic pilot," he told me. "It's gonna pick up a little speed then you're gonna be flying solo. Nobody at the controls, dude. Enjoy your flight." His laugh was as if it came from the bottom of evil. "How long?......how f-far?" I asked fearfully. "Till you cum," Mike replied. "Can I suck him Mike? Please? I want his load when he shoots," Jason said. "No. Completely solo." "Please, Mike, he's my dad." "Yeah, and that makes it all the hotter, don't it?" he said, laughing. But he didn't tell Jason he could suck me, and Jason didn't. I gripped the chains with my hands and braced myself for the mechanical onslaught that was to come. The machine was fucking me so hard that the sling had started to swing a little. After a few minutes of it, I had the thought that it was raping me. After a few more minutes I wasn't capable of thought; my mind was spinning to mush, the only part of it functioning was that which controlled my male lust. I was truly afraid I might go out of my mind and I didn't know if they could bring me back. But just as surely, I didn't care; it was that good. The climax that ensued was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, nor since. I can't say that I was totally aware that I was cumming; I was only aware of an all-consuming pleasure that enveloped me. It truly boggled my mind so that I just knew I wasn't coming back from the place I was headed. I was actually telling Jason goodbye in my head as I reached out to him to stay. I'm not sure I spoke the words though. I saw the blackness coming at me a moment before I felt it engulf me........ I came around to the sound of laughter and voices coming from a distant place. "Fuck, Dad, you shot cum all over the fuckin' garage!" I was back but I wasn't fully conscious and I was so weak I couldn't lift my head from the harness, or speak. I thought Mike would revive me and take me out of the sling. But it wasn't over. It was never over with Mike. Someone was releasing the head sling to let my head drop down again and I felt a warm cock smearing precum on my lips. It was easy for my mouth to slacken and open for the eager cock. At the same time I felt a cock at my asshole. My Godd, how much more, I thought. Then the two cocks entered me and began stoking my throat and my asshole while someone was counting. At the ninth stroke both cocks pulled out, another took its place in my ass and a moment later, another in my mouth. They counted to the stroke of ten and switched places again. Then eleven, and then twelve, and thirteen. They were playing some kind of game. "Mike's giving a hundred bucks to the first one to cum in your mouth or your ass, and fifty bucks for second place," Jason said. They went round robin to the count of fifty nine before I felt cum gushing into my throat. I wasn't conscious enough to tell whose it was. I just took it and swallowed it. Whoever had shot in my throat remained hard and they switched holes for the count of sixty and went to eighty five before one of them unloaded in my ass. I wondered if the same boy had or could win both prizes, but it didn't feel like enough volume for it to be the same boy. I found out later that Jason had won the hundred bucks. They had to help me into the house to shower. Chapter Fourteen There was an afterglow that lasted for days after football camp and carried over to the aftermath of the near brutal sex that had been administered to me in Mike's garage. I wanted to bask in that afterglow and let it die a natural death. The incredible time with Coach Rob stayed fresh in my mind, so different than the times with Mike, and I didn't want to allow us to be drawn back into that again. I wanted to turn my focus on Coach Rob. But all too soon, for Jason, the juices started flowing again and boiling in his veins and he was thinking again of Mike, and Todd. I discouraged it but Jason pushed it to the point that we argued. "Jason, do we not realize that this is boiling down to a thirteen inch cock?" I barked at him. "Hey, you like that big hunk of man meat as much as I do," he shot back. "I won't deny that, but I want a different kind of man attached," I said. "Someone like Coach Rob." "Hey that was an incredible time with Coach Rob, but he doesn't have thirteen inches. You have to admit, Dad, there's a hell of a man attached to that thirteen inches; he knows how to use 'em." "Jason, we're just not going to get involved with them again," I said sternly. He just looked at me, and I thought later that he must have gone through a terrible turmoil in those moments to decide to defy me the way he did for the first time. "Maybe we aren't going to get involved again but I'm not going to stop seeing him," he declared. I was surprised but tried not to show it. I tried to keep my fatherly demeanor with my reply. "No, Jason, you're not. You can have Todd over here, but we're not going to their house and Mike is not welcome here." "I think we better step back and think about this, Dad, before you order me around," he said and stormed off to his room. I felt terrible. It was the first real fight we'd ever had. He had tested me along the way, pushed the envelope as most boys will do, but it was the first time he had openly defied me. I was shocked and devastated the next morning to find him gone. He had sneaked out sometime in the night with a bare minimum of clothes. I knew where he'd gone. I called Mike's house. "This is Brian. Is my son there by any chance?" "Yes he is," Mike replied in a cool voice. "Put him on the phone." There was a short pause. "Uhhh.....he's, uh.....sort of busy at the moment, fucking Todd's eyeballs out. I wouldn't want to interrupt that." "Mike, don't do this. He came running to you after we had an argument. You need to send him home." Mike chuckled, an evil laugh. "Dude, I can't do that. They're waiting on me. When I hang up here, I'm going in there and slide thirteen inches of hard, throbbing cock meat up your boy's tight little ass and that's probably gonna make him never want to come home again, cause he can't get that kind of action at home." I was instantly livid, and sick with rage. I was so angry I couldn't even find words to respond to his evil. I hung up and just stared at the phone in disbelief. His words rang in my head, over and over again, like a rerun of a bad movie. "He's taken my son," I said quietly. "How does he always win?" I was numb. I didn't know what to do. Going to Mike's house in a rage would be counterproductive. It would only make Jason angrier with me and push him even more to Mike. I sat for hours, pondering every possibility, frightened at some of the things I came up with. God help me, I even considered killing Mike; thought about it seriously, and even ways to do it, but I quickly realized the danger of my thinking. "Well, this is not going to happen," I said to myself as I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to Mike's house. It was a full two minutes before he came to the door. "Hey, Brian," Mike greeted me with a smile. "I want to see Jason. He is still here, isn't he?" "Yes, but he's asleep right now," Mike said, making no move to let me in. "Well, wake him up!" I barked. "I hate to do that; he had a pretty rough night. I'll tell him you were here, have him call you, if he will. Or maybe you could come back later." "I think you've lost track of the fact that Jason is my son. I want to see him now," I barked. I had suddenly noticed the vehicles parked in the driveway and more on the back lawn. I knew Mike had a car and a pickup, both of which he parked in the garage. "Looks like you've got company besides Jason," I said as I shoved him out of the way and charged izmit escort through the door. Mike lost his balance and fell back across the couch. "Hey, you can't come busting in here like this!" "Fuck you! Call the police, have me arrested," I snapped angrily. I looked all around. Not seeing anything I headed for the stairs. "Jason! Jason!" "Don't go up there, dammit!" Mike swore behind me. Mike's attitude and his tone suddenly gave me real cause for worry, and I took the steps two at a time. "Jason!" I called louder. Upstairs I began opening the doors to all the rooms. Nothing but unmade beds. It was a big house and the upstairs was like a hotel. For some reason--instinct--I skipped past two closed doors and rushed to the last door at the end of the hall. I was by no means prepared for what I found when I shoved the door open. I froze for the brief seconds it took to take it all in and sort it out in my head. There were eight people on the two beds. The naked body of a teenager I knew to be Todd was restrained on one bed by cuffs around his wrists and ankles. His arms were stretched taut and his legs were drawn up and spread out wide by the ankle cuffs connected to the wrist cuffs. A man was under him, thrusting his obviously very large, thick cock into the boy's ass. Another man straddled the man's legs, also fucking the boy's ass in tandem with the other man's cock. He was whimpering and moaning with the pain and pleasure of it. I could hear the boy's muffled staccato groans as the two men pounded him as a third man stood astraddle them, holding the boy's head against the headboard and choking him with his cock. In those same few seconds I took in Jason on the other bed with three more men. Two of them were double fucking him like they were doing to Todd on the other bed while a third stood at his shoulder with Jason's head turned and held in a tight grip, while the man fucked his mouth, gouging his throat brutally. He was whimpering and groaning at the same time; I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure, but it didn't matter. The guy standing at Jason's shoulder gave me a freaky smile when he saw me. "You start here, fucking his face, then you get to fuck his ass. But you'll have to wait your turn, both boys are kinda busy right now," he drawled with a toothy grin. In the short moment it took for me to take it all in, my rage soared out of control. I lunged with my foot at the top man who was fucking Jason and knocked him off balance and clear off the bed. His cock jerked out of Jason's ass with a loud suctioning noise and with a surprise yowl, he toppled to the floor with a loud thump. Jason let out a loud, muffled groan but he didn't seem to be aware of what'd happened. The guy on the floor sat up, looking totally bewildered. "Fuck, man," was all he said. I glared at the man standing at Jason's shoulder. He saw my anger and wisely eased away from Jason, pulling his cock gently out of his mouth. Jason seemed to reach out for it with his mouth like a hungry bird. The man stepped back off the bed as I reached out for Jason's arm to pull him upright. "What the fuck are you doing? Wait your turn," the man under him growled as he continued to fuck him. "Dad!" "Oh, shit, it's his dad!" one of the men said. "Fuck, I'm gettin' outa here," said the man on the floor and the two of them started scrambling for their clothes. "Gee, Dad, Mike didn't tell me you were coming over," Jason said cheerfully. I knew immediately that he was on something and that made me even angrier. "Get your clothes; we're going home," I said as I pulled him off of the man, eliciting loud groans from both of them. Jason seemed to be disoriented. Thankfully, he didn't defy me. I had to steady him as he looked around the room for his clothes. And I didn't know what he'd worn. "Find your pants with your wallet," I told him. "Here." I looked around to see Mike standing at the doorway holding Jason's jeans out to me. I snatched them away from him and tossed them to Jason. "You are in more trouble than you can imagine," I said to Mike. "Not if I don't let you out of here," he said with a sneer. "Try it. Promise, one of us will end up dead on the floor. You wanta take a chance on which one it will be?" I was saying it while I was getting my pocket knife out of my pocket. "He came to me, don't forget," Mike was saying. "He's been a willing participant." "Let's make that an underage participant," I said. I had the knife opened. "I will cut your heart out and feed it to you if you try to stop us from leaving, or if you ever come near my son again." He stepped back a step and held his hands out in a helpless gesture. "I'm not afraid of you, but I'm also not stupid," he said. Jason had his shoes on but he was struggling with his T-shirt. I patted his butt to make sure he had his wallet then pulled him toward the door. Mike stepped back. Out in the hallway I turned back to the door. "Just so you know, I've got all your license numbers." "Oh, shit," somebody groaned. "I am so fucked," another one said. "Fuck, I just hope the kid's eighteen," another one said. I helped Jason down the stairs and dragged him out the door. I got him into my truck and fastened his seat belt. He slumped back in the seat. He was quiet. I didn't know if he had any awareness of what had gone on. My rage didn't begin to subside till I was pulling into my own driveway and I looked around at the boy. Despite his youthful male beauty, he was a pitiful sight. It wasn't a time for anger, and when it was time, it needed to be controlled anger, not the rage I was in. I got him into the house where I stripped off his clothes and dumped him onto his bed. I noticed the seat of his jeans was dark, soaked with cum. He hadn't found his shorts. How many times, I wondered. I threw a blanket over him and left him to sleep. Gradually, my anger turned on me. "What have I done?" I asked myself. "How did I take us this far? What father would allow this to happen?" I was still angry with Mike but I couldn't put all the blame on him. I was the boy's father and I had abdicated that responsibility. Now, how to come back; how to bring us back onto the right path and start to rebuild our relationship. If it wasn't too late; if I hadn't lost him to Mike's addictive perverseness. I made a pot of coffee and sat and stared into space, and it came to me that it had to begin with compassion. Finally I dozed off, then slept. I was awakened sometime later in the night by Jason stumbling out of the bedroom. He looked disheveled as I'd never seen him. "What the fuck happened?" he asked, with a goofy grin, scratching his head with both hands. I got up and poured him a cup of coffee. "You know I don't drink coffee," he said when I handed it to him. "Drink it," I said. I sat down and picked up my own cup. Jason sat on the couch. I hoped he wasn't still oozing cum. We faced off in silence for a couple of minutes, till I broke the silence. "Talk to me. Go back to when you remember something--anything--and start talking." "From the time I left, or......." "Today, or last night or whenever it all started that I walked in on." I noticed his voice was meek. "Well, I remember some guys showing up at Mike's, starting last night--a couple of older guys. It was late; Todd and I had already gone to bed together. Next thing I know Mike comes in and tells Todd to go to his own room. There were the two guys standing out in the hallway. One of them went with Todd, the other one came into my room and Mike closed the door. It's a no brainer after that, why the guys were there." "There were six guys when I was there," I said. "Yeah, they started showing up this afternoon. Friends of Mike's, I gathered from the construction site where he works. We had some beers. The men were all friendly with us, Todd and me, not like we were kids or anything, you know. After a while things started getting interesting. Telling dirty jokes, and more beer, and Mike put on some gay porn. The men started getting friendlier, touching and feeling us up, Todd and me, three on one, while Mike watched. Then Mike brought out some stuff, like to smoke." "What was it?" I asked. "I honestly don't know. I never did anything like that before so I don't know what it was." "So they got you boys high." "Yeah, they must've, because I'm starting to feel good, and next thing I know, we're upstairs getting our clothes practically ripped off of us and the men are all getting naked." He paused, it seemed rather suddenly, and I had to prompt him to go on. "They wanted to see me and Todd doing each other, so we did a sixty-nine. That was no big deal. I started out on the bottom but some hands put us on our sides, and then I was aware of guys getting on the bed and lying down on either side of us. That's when I knew I was going to get fucked. And that's when somebody--I think it was Mike--put this little bottle up to my nose and told me to take a hard whiff." "Poppers." "Yeah, like we used before in his garage. So I did, and I remember as the stuff started to kick in I was like, fuckin' wow! On top of whatever they'd given me to smoke, I was sailing and then I realized I was getting fucked, and I didn't even know when he put his cock in me. It was more or less a blur from then on. It was a good blur though. I could feel it feeling good but it was like a big cloud of pleasure. I remember being tossed around into one position then another; these were big guys, construction workers, they tossed me and Todd around like a couple of rag dolls. Mike kept giving us poppers and more smokes. I don't remember much of the details of what was going on, I just remember it was like I was on a roller coaster ride and it kept getting better and better and more intense and I was afraid I was going to fall off, or be thrown off. Then you showed up. That's about all I know to tell you." "That good enough," I said. "Dad, I'm sorry if I got carried away. I thought you were going to kill those guys. I was really scared when you pulled out your knife." "Carried away? That's an understatement," I said. "But I'm not angry with you, Son, or even Mike, as much as I am with myself." "There's no reason to be angry with yourself. It was all my doing. I went running to Mike." "But I allowed it. Worse, I drove us into it." "Just so you know, Dad, nobody did anything I didn't want 'em to do." "How would know that, you were high," "I mean, I wasn't raped or anything. I would've known that no matter how high I was. And you're not to blame for anything. You're a good dad. Always have been." "What kind of father shares his son with another man, or lets his son be pimped out to other men?" "Pimped out? What do you mean? I wasn't pimped out. I can't help saying it, everything those guys did to me, I loved it. I was a willing participant all the way." "If you hadn't been willing, they would've done it anyway," I said. "There was money on the dresser, Son. Big money. Fifties. Mike was pimping you out to his friends for cash. You and his own son." I didn't give him time for it to soak in that he had been used as a boy whore; it wasn't important now. "But here's how it's going to be from now on. We're not going to see Mike anymore. I know you and Todd have become close. You can have Todd over here but Mike's not welcome. And you can't go over there. And that's for damned certain this time." "Don't I have a say in this?" "No, you've had your say by your actions. It's not up for discussion." He looked disappointed, which pissed me off. "You're just going to cut them out of our lives completely?" "Geezuss, Jason! Are you so dense? Yes, out of our lives completely. You don't cut out just part of a cancer. I'm not going to stand by and let another man take my son away from me." "Come on, Dad!" he yelled. "Mike wasn't taking me away from you! Nobody could ever do that!" "He was! He did!" I yelled back. "Godd, you defied me for the first time in your life, left home and went to him. What does that tell you? He doesn't care anything about you, Jason. He did it because he could, and because I let him. It's been that way since we took that first camping trip together. I should have my ass kicked. But hear me good, Son. You are NOT to see Mike again. If you do, I will kick your ass from here to sunset. Trust me, you are not man enough to handle my rage." He took a moment to think about what I said. Then he said, rather thoughtfully, "You know, Dad.....we might never find another team like Mike and Todd." "Let's hope not." He let out a sigh and leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed for a moment. Then he sat straight and looked at me. "I understand, Dad, and I won't defy you again. I promise. There were some good times." "Yes, in the beginning." "I guess it's just you and me again, now." "Is that so bad?" I said. "No, but it started out to be such a good thing, having another dad and son team......" "I've thought about that. I did some research, and I found an organization called Dad and Son Bonding. It's made up of men and boys like us." "No kidding! That sounds great!" he said excitedly. "I thought I might join just to see what it's all about. We'll take it slow, whatever we do, be cautious; maybe we can meet someone else. I'm smarter now; I'll know what to watch out for." He leaned back again with a smile. "You gotta admit, Dad, Mike's cock was awesome." "But we can't let a thirteen inch piece of cock meat rule our lives or come between us. We're better than that. Besides, there's still Coach Rob. I have his email address. I know he's not packing thirteen inches but God, what a body! And he's a decent man." He leaned forward in the chair. "I love you, Dad. But I'm just starting to realize why, and how much." I got a call from Mike; he'd gotten him and Todd hooked up with another dad and son team and wanted us to join them. I thought about it for a brief moment--I was sorely tempted--but I turned him down, without consulting Jason. I told him later. I was happily surprised at his attitude. "That's okay, Dad. Mike came awfully close to ruining our lives. Maybe we can hook up with somebody on that website you found. Besides, I would like to focus on Coach Rob and his nephew. Have you heard from him, by the way?" I smiled, unable to hide my secret. "You have! What'd he say?" Jason asked excitedly. "I was saving it to surprise you next weekend, but since you've guessed and I can't keep a straight face......" "What surprise? Tell me," he said excitedly. "Come on, I'll show you the emails." I brought up my email account and found the pertinent emails from Coach Rob. Brian, I wouldn't say I've been pursuing my nephew but I've opened some doors a crack to see if his curiosity would lead him to want to discover what's behind those doors. For example, I took him to the beach last weekend and he packed his swim suit, one of those god-awful boardies that kids wear these days. I drove straight to the mall to buy him a new swim suit. He said his boardies were okay but I made him try on several REAL swim suits, including a couple of Speedos. I went with him into the dressing room and made him stand in front of the mirrors and check himself out. I told him he would attract much more attention in a Speedo with his tight little butt, and told him his body was filling out nicely, and I even remarked that he was developing a nice package and he ought to show it off. I played on his vanity and it worked. It wasn't a Speedo he finally picked out, but a yellow bikini with blue stripes on the hips and stripes curved around the front to accent the pouch. Godd, you should see him! I wasn't near that size when I was his age! I'm jealous! I have also arranged for us to be alone together several times, including one weekend when I took him to a movie he wanted to see (but needed an adult), and then suggested he might stay overnight rather than me drive him all the way back home. We called his parents, and they said fine. They are happy to see me taking an interest in the boy. Yes, he slept in my bed, at my invitation, but no, nothing happened, except some body touching that he seemed perfectly okay with. By that, I mean, he didn't jerk or pull away like a scared rabbit when we "accidentally" touched. We talked well into the night, mostly about sex. Jason was right; that's about all he has on his mind, but there's been nobody he can talk to about it. Now he knows there is. I will keep you updated on our progress. Thanks again for all you've done, and tell Jason thanks for all his "coaching." Coach Rob. "Mmmm, sounds like his nephew is quite a little stud," Jason said. I scrolled down to the next one. Brian, Okay, things have progressed a little. Like Jason said, Caleb is curious about sex in all its forms. He asked me about boys having sex with each other. He said he knows some boys who jack off together and what did I think of boys having sex together. I told him jacking off was perfectly normal and was he thinking about doing it with them. He said no because they didn't keep their mouths shut about it and he didn't want word to get around and have the girls think he was gay. I told him that was a smart decision; he should wait for someone he could trust. I then suggested someone older than him because an older guy certainly wouldn't go around telling that he'd had any kind of sex with an underage boy. He didn't seem to catch my little hint of an older guy.....ME! I shall have to drop a stronger hint. But he did ask me if I'd ever had sex with another boy. That was my golden opportunity, I would've told him yes even if I hadn't. He was surprised and he asked me all about it. I didn't just skim over it; I went into great detail in order to pique his interest. I told him about jacking off with a couple of friends when I was a kid, then I told him about having sex with a younger boy at a football camp where I coached. Didn't mention you guys specifically. Maybe later. Coach Rob I scrolled down several emails to the one that I knew Jason would want to see. Brian, Check your calendar for weekend after next. Caleb wanted to talk more about the young football player I told him about; I told him his name was Jason. And I mentioned you this time. Not directly. I told him there was an older guy who had come to pick Jason up from camp who they both said was Jason's father but I told him I wasn't sure you really were his dad. That brought up the exact questions I wanted to hear. He asked me why I didn't think you were Jason's father. I told him there were older guys out there who liked to get real close to younger boys and take them under their wing and mentor them for the purpose of having sex with them. I told him I was emailing you in the hopes of finding out the truth. Sorry but I needed this little ruse to draw him out. Don't worry, I'll fix it with him. When he asked me if I found out anything, I told him I thought I was getting close and I was going to try to meet up with you and the teenager you called your and maybe get to know you better and would he like to come along. He replied with a rather excited yes; he would like to meet a boy having sex with his own dad, and he said he hoped you really are his dad. So, if that date is okay with you and Jason, let me know. I picked that date because Caleb will be just one week shy of fourteen and I want to make it a special birthday for him. A VERY special one that he will never forget. I would've liked to make it ON his birthday but his parents have something planned. Anyway, there is something about him being still only thirteen years old. So now you know you and Jason have awakened a latent pervert. I haven't actually done anything with him. I'm sort of waiting for Jason to orchestrate things; he did such a great job of it last time.....LOL. Coach Rob. "Wow! Fuck, email him back and tell him that weekend is fine," Jason said. "He didn't say where he wanted to meet. Why don't you invite them here." I extended the invitation and Coach Rob accepted. Jason thought of all sorts of ways to make them feel welcome and make their visit more interesting. He asked if he and Caleb could sleep in the hayloft up over the stables. "That's a great idea, but I think Rob is wanting you to orchestrate a foursome, not just drag Caleb off by yourself. I think he wants to be physically involved in his nephew's coming out." I paused with a smile. "Sounds like you're going to be the coach again." "I think it would be good if the two of us spent a little time together first to get acquainted and give me a chance to try to find out what he's thinking. Then we can all sleep out in the hayloft. I don't know why you and I haven't slept out there. I was thinking, I'll sweep out the loft where there're no hay bales, then stack some bales of straw to make a huge bed and spread some blankets out over them. And maybe hang up some lanterns for soft lighting." "I'm sure they will both appreciate you making it special for them," I said. "But use battery lanterns." Chapter Fifteen We picked Rob and Caleb up at the bus station. They might have driven but Rob wanted Caleb to experience different modes of travel. They would be going back on the train. "Dang, he is cute!" Jason exclaimed as Caleb stepped off the bus following his uncle. He was wearing cargo shorts and a sports T-shirt cut off well above his navel. "Yeah, and look at that nice little six pack he's got going," I said. "Definitely got his abs genes from his uncle," Jason said. "Oh, he got more than the ab genes; look at that tight little butt," he added as Caleb bent down to drag his bag out of the luggage compartment. Rob straightened from getting his bag and looked all around. The guy almost took my breath away in his jeans and polo shirt opened at the neck to reveal a slice of his nicely tanned chest. I watched the boy's stomach muscles ripple and dance below the cut off T-shirt as they walked toward the terminal. Jason and I met them at the door and went outside. After introductions we headed to the car. It was interesting to see the two boys shaking hands like two grown men. Rob took the front seat, Caleb and Jason in the back. The two boys seemed to hit it off instantly, chattering excitedly like two long lost friends. At the house, Jason took their bags. "Come on Caleb, I'll show you where you'll be sleeping." Caleb followed him up the stairs. "Looks like the boys have hit it off," Rob said. "Jason was impressed, to say the least," I said. "I hope he becomes more impressed," Rob said. The boys came back down a couple of minutes later. "I'm sleeping in Jason's room, Uncle Rob, and he says that means you're sleeping with Brian," Caleb said. "I'm going to show Caleb around outside," Jason said. "They've got horses, Uncle Rob," Caleb said excitedly as they were going out the door. "One," Jason said as they headed for the barn. "He's a stallion. His name's Jack." He showed him around the stable. When he pointed out the loft and Caleb wanted to go up and see it. "Not yet. You can see the loft later. Let's go see Jack." The young stallion was at the water tank sucking up water and as usual his cock was hanging out of its sheath well over a foot. Jason watched for Caleb's reaction. "Holy Crap! Is that real?" Jason laughed. "Every inch of it." "Wow! He's huge! Why's he got it hanging out like that?" "That's not all of it," Jason said. "He's just hanging it out to air. Probably feels good." "That's not all of it? How much more is there? How big does it get, like when it's hard? Have you ever seen him hard?" the boy asked. "Lots of times. He's about two feet when he's hard." "Geezuss! A female horse can handle all of that?" "Oh, sure, all of that and more." "Have you ever seen him use it?" "Yeah, we've just started hiring him out to stud. They bring their mares here for him to breed," Jason told him. "That must be really something to see. I would love to see that." "Well, we don't have any mares to be bred right now. But would you like to ride him?" "I've never been on a horse before." "We won't tell Jack," Jason joked. "Seriously, though, he can tell a new rider. So if you want to go for a ride, we'll ride double. He's used to me." "Yeah, I'd like to ride if you're going to be on him with me." "You're first horseback ride ought to be something you remember. You wanta ride naked?" "We.....could do that?" "Sure. It's our horse, our land, and Jack won't care." "Yeah, sure, if you say it's okay," Caleb said excitedly. "I say it's okay. Strip down while I get a bridle." Jason went to the tack room for the bridle. When he came back he was stopped in his tracks at the rear door of the stable. There was young Caleb, stark naked, not even any shoes or socks, leaning over the tank petting the side of Jack's head. Holy shit, Jason thought, he's awesome! Anticipation welled up inside to see him from the front. He walked up to the gate with the bridle in hand. "Ready?" "Yeah, man, this is going to be fun!" he replied excitedly. Oh, fuck, Jason thought when the boy turned around; more fun than you know. He was an absolutely perfect specimen of boyhood budding into young manhood. Nice shoulders, chest already thick and broad, and those abs! Legs filling out nicely too, and what he had between those legs! His mouth watered at the sight of the boy's butt. Jason had to wonder if he was really only thirteen years old, almost fourteen. Jason went through the gate and walked up to Jack and slipped the bridle on him. "No saddle?" Caleb asked, following him through the gate. "No, not riding double," Jason said as he stepped up on the fence and got on. He reached down for Caleb. "Grab my forearm and swing yourself up behind me." He let out a swoosh of air as the boy settled his warm, naked body against him and instinctively wrapped both arms around his waist. "Okay, hang on tight," he told him. He nudged Jack in the sides and the horse sauntered off toward the woods. Within a dozen yards Jason felt Caleb's cock getting hard. He kept inching back away from while still holding on around his waist, trying to prevent his cock from touching Jason's back. "Hey, don't worry about your hardon; I get 'em all the time," he told him. Then he reached back and took the boy's cock and laid it against his back. "There, now just hug my waist and hang on tight." He nudged Jack a little harder and he took off in a gallop. "Ohh, Wow! Ohh!.....Ohhh!.....Oh, God!....Ohhhhhhh!......" Caleb whined as he clung tightly to Jason's waist. Suddenly Jason felt the warmth of the boy's cum shooting up his back! His smile turned to laughter as the boy shot his load all over him. After a moment, Jason slowed the horse to a walk. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," Caleb was saying over and over again. "I don't know what made me do that. But I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, Jason." Jason reached back and put his arm around the boy's waist as far as he could reach. "Stop apologizing," he said, laughing. "It's nothing to be sorry about. If it felt that good, and there's not much you could do about it." "We should go back and get cleaned up," Caleb said. "That'd be an awfully short horseback ride," Jason said. "It's okay, Caleb. Let's ride on back to the woods. There's a spring back there where I can wash off, and we can have a drink. Have you ever had water from a spring?" "No, just from bottles that say it's spring water." "I doubt it is. It's probably just tap water they're selling and ripping people off." "I really made a mess back here." "I know, I can feel it." "I'll wash you off when we get to the spring," Caleb said. "Okay. But stop worrying about it. It's not the first time I've had cum shot on me." It came out before he realized it, but maybe it would plant a seed in the boy's handsome head and make him ask about it. Jack carried them well in to the woods and stopped at the spring. "He knows the way?" Caleb said. "He knows it's a good place to get a drink," Jason said as Jack began drinking from the spring. "We're going to drink out of the spring after the horse?" "It's a spring, there's fresh water constantly coming in and flowing out. Besides, Jack don't have any diseases." Jason took Caleb's arm and helped him down off the horse then jumped off himself. Jack went right to the spring and started drinking. Jason felt the cum running down the small of his back into his butt crack. "Man, feels like you really unloaded on me," he said, laughing. "Yeah, I'm surprised. That was my first time." "What?!!" "That was my first real cum. I've dribbled some a couple of times but that was the first time I actually shot a load." "No fuckin' shit! That was your first cum and you shot off a load like that? That's fuckin' impressive. And I'm honored." "It sort of scared me; I didn't know for sure what was happening." "Yeah, I remember that feeling," Jason said. "Well, it's nice to know I got baptized with your first cum. Dad's going to love this story." "No! You can't tell your dad! He might tell Uncle Rob!" "Hey, dude, it's not something you need to hide and be ashamed of. It's something to be celebrated. Dad and your Uncle Rob will be happy to hear you've come into your manhood." "Is that what it is?" "Hell, yeah, you can make babies now. That makes you a man. And fuck, you're only twelve years old, right? That's pretty awesome." "I'll be thirteen this week." "That's still pretty awesome. And you've even got that nice little bush going." When Jack was finished drinking Caleb dipped water out of the spring with his hands to wash off Jason's back, then the two boys leaned their faces into the water to drink. Jason rose up first and got a look at the younger boy's smooth, round butt all spread apart from bending over. "Oh, fuck," he murmured under his breath. "What?" Caleb said. "Nothing. I stepped on a sharp stick, that's all." Caleb rose up, wiping his mouth with his arm, and Jason pulled him to his feet. "Can I ask you something, Jason?" "Sure. Anything." "Are you really Brian's son?" Jason grinned through a scowl. "Yeah, I'm his son, why're you asking that?" "I didn't mean to imply anything, but Uncle Rob said there are men who have young boys as friends and they pretend they're their sons or nephews, but it's to have sex with them." "And you thought I was one of those fake sons?" He broke out laughing. "If he ain't my dad, I don't know who is, `cause he's been around for as long as I can remember, being my dad." Then he smiled. "I could ask you the same thing. Are you really Rob's nephew?" "Yes, I'm his real nephew; he's my father's younger brother." "Okay, so you're not a fake either, just so he can have sex with you," Jason joked. "No, but I......" The boy quickly cut himself off. "You what?" Jason asked with a curious grin. "Nothing." "It wasn't nothing; you cut yourself off too quick. What'd you start to say?" "You promise not to tell anyone? Not even your dad?" "Just between me and you," Jason assured him. "Uncle Rob has never tried anything with me, but I....sort of wish he would." "Ah, you're starting to get curious about sex," Jason said with a broad smile. "I remember when I was." "I started a long time ago but it's getting worse. I'm so curious, I'm horny all the time. Like when I popped that load all over your back. That was from being naked with you on the horse." "I know. I get those same feelings," Jason said. "You do? Still?" "Sure, they never go away. Did you ever think your Uncle Rob might want to have sex with you, but he's afraid to because of your age?" "No, I never thought that even for a minute. I've thought a lot about us having sex, but not him starting it." "What all do you think about doing with your Uncle Rob?" "Being naked with him, like you and me, and feeling his muscles. He's got muscles like I never seen on anybody before." "Yeah, he's really ripped," Jason said. "What else?" "Touching his cock, getting it hard. He's got a big cock, I want so bad to see how big he is hard." "What else?" "I wanta....take it in my mouth, and try sucking it. I don't know if I could do it, or if I'd even want to after I tried it, but it's something I'm curious about." "And him sucking you?" Jason asked. "Oh, no, I never dared dream about that," the boy said. "Sure you have," Jason said, laughing. "Okay, I've had those thoughts too, but that's never gonna happen." the boy said. "You know about fucking, don't you?" "I know about it but I've never done it." "You know I'm talking about guys fucking," Jason said. "You ever think about your Uncle Rob fucking you?" "Yes," he replied with a sheepish look. "You know your Uncle Rob was my coach at football camp," Jason said. "Yes, he's talked about that a lot; coaching football camp." "Okay, Caleb, I'm gonna say something. If I, uh....got something started--I don't know how I'd do it, but say I did--and if Rob went along with it, would you do all of those things with him you said you've dreamed about doing? `Cause I don't want to get something started then have you crap out and turn pussy on me." "Oh, yes, I would do anything Uncle Rob wanted to do!" Caleb said excitedly. "Even let him fuck you?" "I don't know if he could, he's so big, but yeah, that more than anything else," the boy said. "Don't say this to anybody, but I.....I've used my finger in my hole to pretend he was fucking me while I jack off" Jason chuckled softly. "His cock is going to be WAY bigger than your finger. It'll probably even hurt some when he first puts his cock in you." "I don't care. I would do it if he wanted to. But how're you going to get something started?" "I don't know, but I'll think of something. Have you ever done anything with another boy?" "No, I don't know any boy I'd have the nerve to try anything with." "Would you have the nerve to try something with me?" Jason asked. "You mean....s-suck your....cock?" "Yeah. That's what I'm talking about. Why'd you stammer and hesitate? If I get something started with your Uncle Rob you can't stammer and hesitate like that. I have to know you'll go through with it." "Yes! Yes, I'll do it. I'll suck your cock," he said eagerly. "Okay, that's what I needed to hear. Just so you know, it won't be one sided." "Huh? It won't? You mean.....?" Jason reached down and cupped Caleb's balls and pressed the heel of his hand against his cock. He could feel the pulsations of it coming to life. "Take hold of mine," he said. Caleb cupped Jason's bigger balls in one hand and took his cock in the other. "Your cock is so big," he said "It's gonna get bigger real fast. But it's not as big as your Uncle Rob's, probably." "What's this stuff?" Caleb asked as he rubbed the head of Jason's cock where precum was bubbling out. "Are you gonna cum already?" "No, that's precum. That's what comes out when you get all hot and excited. It's like nature's lube." "I don't have precum yet," Caleb said. "You will, very soon now that you can cum. You wanta taste mine?" "I don't.....know......" He glanced up and saw Jason's scowl. "Okay, yeah." He leaned down and licked the head of Jason's cock. "How's it taste?" "Sort of.....good." "Here, I'll get you some more," Jason said. He took hold of his cock and squeezed it, milking upward to force a copious amount of ball juice out of the wide slit. "Oh, wow!" Caleb said as he quickly scooped it up with his tongue. He swallowed and smiled. "I like it, I gotta admit." "Why don't you go ahead and suck it while you're down there; try your hand at it and see if you like doing it." The boy didn't hesitate. He slid his lips down over the bulbous head and took several inches of the shaft along with it. "OHhhhhh," Jason moaned. "Does it feel good?" Caleb asked, looking up at him. "Ohhhh, yeah. But don't stop to ask. You know when it feels good by how the guy sounds. So just keep sucking." "You won't shoot in my mouth will you?" "What're you sucking my cock for if you don't want me to cum?" Jason asked. "I want you to cum. I wanta see you shoot. But I don't know if I can take it in my mouth." "What'd you have planned to do with my load?" "I don't know; just let it shoot out on the ground." "No, you can't do that," Jason said. "You have to take it if you're going to do this right. There's nothing more disappointing than having a guy suck your cock then get off at the last second and he shoots his load all over the ground. You gotta learn to take it in your mouth." "All right, I.....I guess I could try that." "And swallow it," Jason added. Caleb's eyes widened. "It's even worse, Caleb, if you take his load in your mouth then spit it out. It's an insult, like you're telling the guy you don't like him all of a sudden after you've been gobbling his cock and he was good enough to give it to." "But I don't know if I......" "You said you like my precum," Jason cut in. "Yes." "Then you'll love my cum," Jason said. "I read one time that all guys taste different, but that's not the problem. It's the idea of swallowing another guy's sperm that you have to get in your head that it's okay and you want to do it. You want to make it complete and make it the best you can for the guy, and that's the way to do it. You have to get past all these hang-ups before I even think about getting something started with Rob." "All right, I'll try it." "No, no. You don't try it, you DO it. That's gotta be your mindset. "All right I'll DO it." "Good boy. I told you it won't be one sided. So we're going to do this together. I'll kinda guide you along." He took him by the arm and led him to a grassy spot on the other side of the spring. "Lay down on your back." He looked so cute and innocent laid out in the thick carpet of grass. "Okay, this is called sixty nine," Jason said as he straddled himself over the boy. "You suck my cock; I suck yours, at the same time." He wanted to take the dominant position so the boy would be completely vulnerable and couldn't change his mind. "Do think Uncle Rob will really do this?" "We're going to find out, but first you gotta know what you're doing," he said as he stroked Caleb's cock. He kissed it a few times. "I just wish I could've been privileged to get your first load." "Are you going to swallow mine if I cum again?" the boy asked. "What do you mean if you cum again? You think I'm such a lousy cocksucker I can't make you cum?" "No, I didn't mean that; I meant I don't know if I can cum again so soon." "Sure you can; it just won't be as much," Jason said. "But I'll swallow whatever you give me. I want to make it the very best I can for you. That's what it's all about." Jason led the way, sucking young Caleb's cock all the way down. Caleb tried to follow his lead but kept choking and gagging on Jason's bigger cock. "Don't kill yourself," Jason told him. "Just take what you can handle. Learning to deep throat may take you a while." When he settled into more comfortable kocaeli escort strokes, Caleb became more at ease with his newfound talents. He clasped Jason's butt and ran his hands all over his body as he thoroughly and obviously enjoyed his cock. Jason worked to hold off. It was important to get Caleb off first so he could demonstrate how to take a load and swallow it. It didn't take him long. Jason was surprised how much cum the boy managed to manufacture in such a short time, also how powerful he shot. The stuff spurted into his mouth hard and spread all over his tongue. He tasted good and fresh, and the feel of the boy's smaller cock throbbing and belching cum turned Jason on; he knew he couldn't hold off much longer himself. But he managed to, long enough to take Caleb's load and swirl it around in his mouth a few times before he swallowed it. Then he was ready himself. "Okay, you're getting me close, Caleb," he warned. "Do it just the way I did it to you." Caleb jerked his head back with the first spurt but Jason pushed his cock deeper so he couldn't get off of it. "Take it," he told him again. "Take it and swallow it, just like I did." He choked several times but he did it. Jason rose up, pulling his cock free of the boy's mouth. "There, how was it? Wasn't so bad, was it?" "It was good, sort of. I liked your precum better, but I like your cum too. And I liked sucking your cock but I think I need more practice." "I think I can arrange for you to get plenty of practice. Your cum tastes good, too. I'll always remember I got your second load of your life." He laughed at Jacob making little faces. "You need to wash it down, go get a drink from the spring." "I think I will. I liked it fresh, when you were shooting it, but I don't care for the aftertaste," Jacob said. When Caleb had rinsed his mouth out Jason whistled for Jack. The horse came over to them and Jason made a stirrup with his hands to heft Caleb up on the horse's back. "Hold onto his mane and pull me up." "Am I riding up front this time?" Caleb asked. "Yup. I'm riding behind you so I can stick my cock up your ass," Jason said jokingly. When they were both mounted Jason wrapped one arm around Caleb's tiny waist and clasped the boy's manhood in his other hand. "Ohh, be careful down there, I'm liable to fill your hand." "If you do, you have to lick it off," Jason said. Riding back at a slow walk, Jason told Caleb to lean forward and wrap both arms around the horse's neck and hold to his mane. Then he pressed his own half hard cock against the boy's spread butt. "You're not really going to fuck me, are you?" Caleb said over his shoulder. "No, just finding a place to put my cock," he said. "I'm saving that honor for your Uncle Rob." "Do you really think Uncle Rob would really fuck me if he knew I wanted him to?" "I'm going to do my best to make it happen," Jason told him. "Great. I really want to try it and see what it feels like. If I don't like it I know he wouldn't make me. But I just don't know if he would really do it." "Okay, I'll try to work fucking into my game plan for you." Back at the barn Jason took the bridle off of Jack and the two boys got dressed. Again, Caleb wanted to see the loft; he whined that he'd never been up in a hayloft before. "I was going to save this till later as a surprise but, okay, I'll let you see it." Caleb was so excited when he saw the loft and the big bed made out of bales of straw. Then he scowled and asked, "But if we're all sleeping up here....I mean, do you think Uncle Rob will try anything?" "Let's see how things work out," Jason said. "If I get the vibes that he's interested, Dad and I will leave you two alone." Supper was early and quick. After, Caleb did a pretty bad job of feigning being tired. "I've never known you to be so eager to go to bed," Rob chided him. Jason told then that he had taken Caleb up in the loft and then announced for Rob's benefit that they were all sleeping up there. "I've never slept in a hayloft before," Caleb said excitedly. "I've never even been in a hayloft before, till Jason showed me." "Well, neither have I, so it will be an experience for both of us," Rob said. Caleb was so excited he was almost dancing as they all went out to the barn as the sun was setting. Jason went up first to turn on the lanterns then called down for the rest of us to come up. I let Rob go up ahead of me--he was impressed--and Caleb last. We stood at the large door where the hay was hauled up and watched the sun slowly disappearing below the fields. "What a beautiful sight," Rob said. "Yes, it is," I said and he glanced around to see I was looking at him. Jason had his arm around young Caleb. "Okay, you're so tired, here's your bed," he told him as he guided him over to the stack of bales where the blankets were spread out. Caleb started to peel his shirt off but then stopped. "Are we sleeping like at your house, Uncle Rob?" he asked, "or do we sleep in our clothes when we sleep in the hayloft?" "You can sleep any way you like, but I think you wanta sleep naked, don't you?" Jason said as he took hold of Caleb's belt and pulled him closer. Then he undid his belt, then his fly. He paused to take off his own clothes and he was the first one down to his shorts, then he went back to undressing young Caleb. Rob and I followed suit. Poor Caleb, he just stood there with a dumb look on his face while Jason undressed him. He didn't know what to think. I was glad but not surprised to see Jason take charge. I waited to see if he was going to get completely naked before I took off my shorts. So did Rob. Jason pulled Caleb's shorts off first, then his own, leaving them both naked and Rob and I followed suit. "We really are going to all sleep naked," Caleb said excitedly. "Yeah, don't worry there won't be any mice, nibbling on your dick," Jason joked. By the time we were all naked, Caleb and Jason were both hard. Caleb kept looking at his Uncle Rob, as is if he were expecting some kind of reaction other than just going along with it; waiting for him to say something. We all climbed on the bed and once again, Jason orchestrated it so he and Rob were on either side of Caleb; I lay behind Jason, both of us on our sides. To my knowledge there hadn't been any discussion about how we would get things started to bring Caleb out. I figured Rob would leave it up to Jason and me. And I thought I would leave it up to Jason but it was so natural for me to spoon him and put my arm over him and Caleb must've thought that was a little odd between a dad and son, especially where I pressed my hand low on his stomach. Jason chuckled at the boy's surprised look and said, "We get pretty demonstrative about how much we love each other. You and Rob should feel free to do the same." Caleb looked at his uncle with almost worshipful eyes and Rob looked into the boy's eyes with a loving smile then placed his hand low on his nephew's stomach. "I don't think I've ever told you just how much I do love you, Caleb," Rob said and he put the icing on the cake by placing his hand gently over the boy's throbbing cock. "Aww, Uncle Rob, I love you more'n anything in the world," the boy blurted as he rolled over on top of the man and hugged him tight. "I wanta show you, Uncle Rob. I want you to know how much I love you." The kiss was sudden and spontaneous but surprisingly, Rob was the more reserved. Young Caleb kissed his uncle like he was devouring him as he smashed and ground his body against the older man's nakedness. "Caleb......Oh, Caleb," Rob whispered. "I love everything about you, Uncle Rob. I always have; your muscles, your big cock....you were always my hero. I always wanted to be just like you." "Caleb.....," Rob said again, clasping his hands on the boy's taut, clenching butt. "You like my butt, Uncle Rob? I hope you do, `cause if you do, it's yours to do anything you want. You can even fuck me if you want to. Do you want to fuck me, Uncle Rob? I'd sure like if you would." "Caleb.....Caleb, have you ever done anything like that....with a man or another boy?" I was taken aback by the boy's sudden bold outburst; I could only imagine what Rob was thinking. "No, but I want to with you," Caleb replied. "I want you to teach me. I promise I'll be a good learner. I'll do anything you want me to do. All you have to do is show me." It was a beautiful moment. It was as if Jason and I weren't there. Jason looked at me with a surprised look and a wink. Then he reached for the lube. "Slow down, Caleb," Rob said. "We'll do anything you want to learn, but let's slow down. I need to get you ready, and we do have Jason and Brian......" "Don't mind us," I cut in. "Caleb was on a roll; keep the momentum. I can work on getting him ready if you want to go back to what you were doing together." "There, that's how Brian and Jason won't be left out," Caleb said. "Brian can get me ready and Jason can watch. I love having Jason watch us." Jason scowled and laughed. I crawled between Rob's and Caleb's legs and began kissing the boy's smooth, taut butt. Jason moved in to help, pulling Caleb's butt apart for me. "Ohn.....Ohhhhhh......OHhhh, what're they doing, Uncle Rob?" the boy cried. "Getting you ready," Jason replied, pulling his taut butt cheek wider apart to give me full access to his tiny hole. He fairly squealed when I began tonguing him. Jason stretched his hole open for me and I drove my tongue up inside him, and Rob had to cover his mouth. I worked spit into his hole and Jason used it to insert his finger. "Oh!" Caleb gasped. "Ohh, Uncle Rob, he's d-doing s-something to my ass!.....using his finger!" "Gotta make room for your Uncle Rob's cock," Jason told him. When he had Caleb squirming around on his finger, Jason squeezed more lube into his hole and worked it around. Then he smacked his little butt and said, "Okay, Rob, I think he's ready for the real thing." I took my cue and took hold of Rob's cock and set the head against Caleb's clenching hole. Rob asked him if he was ready, using a very soft and gentle tone. "Aw, Uncle Rob, I've been so ready for such a long time. I really want to do this." "All right, go ahead," Rob said. "Go ahead and......?" "Ride down on my cock. Take it at your own pace. Stop when you want to." "Oh, Man, I get to fuck myself?" He eased down a little onto his uncle's cock, forcing the head to flatten against his hole. Jason put a hand on his butt to encourage him and he applied a little pressure. "It's probably gonna hurt a little when the head bursts through, but that's what losing your cherry is all about," Jason told him. He kept pushing back on it and I saw Jason put a little more pressure on his butt. Suddenly his tiny asshole stretched open and the bulbous head disappeared through it. "Aaahhhh!" he gasped, tossing his head back. "Ohh!....Oh, fuck it's in me! Godd, I've your cock all in me, Uncle Rob!" "Take it easy," Rob soothed him. "You've just got the head, you've got a long way to go," Jason chided him. "But the rest of it; that's the easy part. Listen, squeeze your ass tight as you can around his cock. Makes the pain go away faster." I could see him tightening his asshole around the thick girth, and hear his tiny whimpers each time he did it. Gradually, the whimpers became little groans of pleasure, and then he began to ease down on it. Jason and I both were smiling as we watched Rob's cock slowly disappear into the boy's ass, till he settled his butt firmly on Rob's loins. "OHhhhhhhh, I got it all!" he groaned happily. "I've got your cock all the way inside me, Uncle Rob." "Yes, I can feel it. You did great, Caleb." "Yeah you took it like a man," Jason said. "Better'n I did my first time." It was a lie, but I was glad he said it. "Can I do it now? Can I ride your cock like you said?" "My cock's all yours," Rob told him. He eased up till the head was stretching his asshole then he eased back down on it with a soft, long moan. He rose up again, then back down, and gradually began fucking himself. To say young Caleb liked being fucked would be an understatement. His gradual moves fast became frantic thrusts as he rode up and down on his uncle's big cock. Then he wanted to change positions. "Uncle Rob, would you get on top, please?" he said. "I want to be under you where I can watch your muscles ripple when you fuck me. I wanta be fucked." "Spoken like a true sex warrior," Jason said. Rob clasped his arm around the boy as he rose up, and turned them over so he was on top of him. He brought Caleb's legs up so he was bent in half then bore into him. "Ohh, Godd! Ohhhh....Ohhh fuck! Ohh, I think your cock grew even bigger, Uncle Rob. You're in way deeper than before." "Not too deep?" Rob asked. "Oh, you could never go to deep. I love it, Uncle Rob. I love being fucked. Thank you, Uncle Rob, for fucking me. I love you so much for it." Rob laughed as he bore into him and leaned down to nuzzle kisses all over his neck and face. "You don't ever need to thank me for fucking you, my little cherub. The privilege is all mine. Just tell me what you like best; I want to make you happy." Rob made his nephew very, very happy. I could see that Jason and I had faded into the background. He smiled at me with that gleam in his eye. "I think our coaching is done, Dad. Why don't you climb on top so I can tell you what I like best." Chapter Sixteen Late the next morning Rob and I went in the house to shower while Jason took young Caleb out back to wash up in the horse tank. It was Caleb's idea; he liked washing up in the horse tank. We had a light lunch in the gazebo and were sipping cold beer and enjoying the warm breeze when the feed truck pulled up. Judd Buckner waved a muscular arm out the window at us as he drove past us and backed up to the barn. When the truck was situated he got out and began unloading sacks of feed and carrying them into the feed room. Judd Buckner was a big man; a man to be reckoned with that you hoped you never had to. His neck was a thick as his head, set on shoulders that were wide as a barn door. His arms bulged out of his shirt sleeves and his hands were huge, with fingers that were actually muscular. His chest stuck out under his chin, two thick slabs of muscle capped with big, round, darker rounds with his thick, taut nipples in the center, all very visible with his shirt out and open down the front. He was lean-waisted with a pair of butt muscles set on his slim hips like two bowling balls. They never went unnoticed when he walked, churning and flexing inside his snug fitting jeans. His thighs could be seen to be massive, bulging against the legs of his jeans. And he topped it all off with worn, rugged looking work boots. I would learn later that Jason had always had a thing for Judd but never even thought about doing anything about it. And he had wondered if I had. It was simply that Judd was out of reach; out there beyond the realm of any possibility of ever engaging him in anything sexual. It boiled down to a matter of fear, that if you tried something and he didn't go for it, he could tear you to pieces. "I feel like we should be helping him," Rob remarked under his breath. "No, no, he wouldn't accept any help," I said. "He says it's his job." I could see right away that young Caleb was taken by the man, the way he was looking at him, taking in his every move. "Wow!" he said quietly. "His muscles even have muscles." It was like he was mesmerized by him. It took me a moment to realize that it wasn't lost on Judd himself, as I noticed how he smiled at the boy from time to time as he unloaded the heavy sacks to carry them into the feed room. "What's he keep smiling about?" Caleb whispered. "I think he's smiling at you, Caleb, the way you keep watching him," I told him. "Are you sure that's all there is to it?" Jason asked in a curious tone. He looked at me with the same curious look. "You haven't had any encounters with Judd that you haven't told me about, have you?" "No," I said emphatically. "But I think Caleb would sure like to have an encounter with him," I added, laughing. "Hey, I wouldn't mind either, but I never had the guts. I never got even the slightest hint that Judd went for that sort of thing," Jason said. "He's sure got big muscles," Caleb said. "Why don't you take him a bottle of water," Jason said. He shook his head. "No, he's too intimidating." "He's not gonna hurt you. He's a pussy cat under all that muscle; gentle as a lamb," I said. Then Jason called out, "Hey, Judd, we've got cold beer; do you want one?" "No, but I would take some cold water if you've got it," the man called back. "There you go, Caleb," Jason whispered. "Take him a bottle of water." Caleb dug a bottle of water out of the cooler and ran over to the truck. He looked so cute standing there watching the man as he guzzled the water down. It was pure hero worship. "Do you want another one?" he asked. "Nope, that's plenty, thanks. What's your name?" "Caleb." "Never seen you here before when I made my deliveries." "I'm just visiting, me and my Uncle Rob. We slept up in the hayloft last night. All of us. It was cool." "Well, now, I bet it was. I never slept in a hayloft before," Judd said. "I bet Brian and Jason would let you sleep up in their loft. Man, you've sure got big muscles. You handle those sacks like they're potato chips, except I know they're heavy `cause I can tell the way your muscles bulge." "Aw, they're not that heavy. I bet you could lift 'em just as easy as me." Caleb laughed. "I doubt that. But I could try." "Sure, and I'll pay you. But you go ask your uncle first," Judd said. "And bring us another bottle of water, will you?" He came running back with the empty bottle. "He said I can help him unload if it's okay with you. He said he'll pay me. Can I help him Uncle Rod? And he wants another bottle of water." He was so excited as he dug in the cooler for another water. "Sure," Rob told him. Caleb grabbed another bottle and ran back to the truck. "Wow, Caleb must be something pretty special for Judd to offer him to help," Jason said. Judd picked the boy up by his tiny waist as if he weighed nothing and stood him up in the truck. He said something to him and Caleb took his shirt off. Then he had Caleb wrestle the heavy sacks from the front of the truck back to the tailgate for him. Twice Judd stood at the tailgate waiting for Caleb to drag another sack back to him but the boy was just standing there staring at him. After a while Jason took another bottle of water and a beer over to Judd and Caleb. Judd tossed the water up to Caleb then stepped back into the door to gulp his beer and wipe sweat from his face and neck." "How's he doing?" Jason asked. "He's a good worker. Strong little fucker, too." He seemed to hesitate then went on, moving closer to Jason and us as he spoke. "Look, I know nothing like this has ever come up between us, but I don't mind telling you, I'm getting vibes from that boy that's causing me to have thoughts I ought not to be having about a boy his age. Or is it my imagination running amuck? I mean, he forgets what he's doing and just stands there looking at me." Jason laughed. "It's not your imagination. I've gotten the same vibes from him myself. But you surprise me, Judd, all the time you've been delivering feed, I never dreamed you ever had those kinds of thoughts." "I don't, normally. Not since my nephew was about that age, and he's off in the navy now. Guess Caleb reminds me of him." "Good memories, Judd?" "Mighty good memories. It's a good thing there's somebody around besides just him and me; I couldn't be responsible for what might happen." "Why don't you go over and introduce yourself to his uncle," Jason told him. Judd looked over at me and Rob and then came over to us. "You're the boy's uncle? Rob, is it?" he asked Rob. "Yes. So how's he doing?" Rob asked. "Is he doing the job to your satisfaction?" "Absolutely. He's a strong boy; good worker." "I take that as a great compliment; I'm sure you set the bar pretty high. But you don't have to pay him; he wanted to help," Rob said. "I'm getting paid; wouldn't dream of not paying my help. I'm gonna have him help re-stack and rearrange things in the feed room if I'm not taking him away from anything important." "Use him however you see fit," Rob said. Holy Shit, I thought; he was handing Caleb to the big stud on a silver platter! "I'll try not to work him too hard," Judd said then turned to go back to the barn. Jason walked back to the barn with him. "I, uh, don't suppose you read anything into what his uncle just said; or is it my imagination playing tricks on me?" Judd asked quietly. "About using Caleb? I think he was being pretty clear, the message he was sending. I know he was." "You know. How is it that you know so much?" Judd asked. "Trust me on this, Judd; you've got a green light." "Am I reading between the lines right? He's been had? You know what I mean." "I'm telling you, you've got a green light, Judd. All green lights." "From his uncle?" "From his uncle," Jason confirmed. "How old is he? Judd asked. "Just turning fourteen." "Holy Shit! He looks older, the way he's put together. No fourteen year old boy's got a right to have an ass like that. It just ain't right." "Looks pretty right to me," Jason said, laughing. "Or should I say ripe?" He laughed then and said, "You're drooling, Judd; has that got anything to do with his butt?" "It's got everything to do with his butt," Judd said. "Yeah, it is hard not to notice," Jason said. "I'm pretty big, Jason. Thick as a beer can. I don't wanta hurt the boy." "It'd hurt, no doubt, but it wouldn't be rape; not with him wanting it so bad. He's not a virgin." "You know that for a fact." "I know it for a fact," Jason said. "Oh, Geezuss, I don't know if my heart's gonna take this," Judd said. "Only thing is, you've let the cat out of the bag about yourself. Which means you're fair game for all the rest of us," Jason told him. "Well son of a bitchl I never dreamed anything like this of any of you," Judd said. "I think you hurt my feelings, Judd," Jason said. "All the times you've made deliveries here, didn't you ever have those feelings about me that you ought not to be having about a boy that age?" "Oh yeah. But I don't dwell on things impossible, and I just figured you were way out there out of the realm of possibilities," Judd said. "Well, I guess this opens up a whole new world for getting feed deliveries," Jason said, smiling. "It does if you're opening that door," Judd said. "It's always been open, Judd; I was just scared to go through it or invite you in." "Damn, son, what were you afraid of? I never said or did anything to scare you, did I?" Judd asked. "Look at you, you big fucker. If I tried something and you didn't like it, you could break me into little pieces." "Only thing I would've done is break you in," Judd said, laughing. "Well, that door's still open," I said. "But right now, we all know you're got big eyes for Caleb." This is Rob's nephew, Caleb. Jason fucking Caleb. "And you're saying for sure it'd be okay?" he asked of Rob again. "Green lights are flashing all over the place. And I'm sure he wants it as much as you do," Jason said. Judd crushed his beer can into a smaller wad and handed it to Jason, smiling from ear to ear. "You'll watch for someone coming. I'm taking him back to the feed room; I sure don't want to be caught with my cock buried in a young boy's ass." "Why not right there on the tailgate?" "Out here in the open!" Judd exclaimed. "You'll have a captive audience," Jason assured him. "You can grab him and take him inside the barn if somebody drives up." "Whew! I sure never expected this delivery to turn out like this." "None of us did. But it has, so let's make the best of it, okay?" Jason said as he tossed the crushed cans into the trash basket while Judd steppe back over to his truck. He said something and waved Caleb back to the tailgate. The boy scurried back and Judd stood him on the tailgate, squarely in front of him. "Yes, Sir, Mr. Judd." "Been noticing how you keep looking at me, boy." "Yes, Sir, but I was just admiring your muscles, Sir." "You like my muscles? You wanta see my muscles?" Judd asked as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh yes, Sir, I'd love to see all your muscles." "All my muscles? What're you saying; you wanta see me naked? That's pretty damned bold coming from a fourteen year old." "I can't help it, Mr. Judd; it's just so hard not to look." Judd had finished unbuttoning his shirt and it hung apart, exposing most of his massive chest and his rock-solid middle. "Wow! Your chest is so big!" the boy explained. "And your arms are about rip open your shirt sleeves; maybe you better take it all the way off." Smiling, Judd shrugged his shirt off and laid it aside. "Whoa! I never seen such muscles on anybody, ever in my life!" Caleb said. "Are you gonna show me your legs?" "You wanta see my legs? That's gonna involve me taking off my jeans." "That's okay, that wouldn't offend anybody if you took `em off, and I sure would like to see your legs, Mr. Judd, if you'd show `em to me." "Alright, but first I think we oughta have a look at how you're put together," Judd said as he pull Caleb's shirt up. Caleb put his arms up so he could take it off of him, then Judd reached for his belt. We all watched as he slipped off his shoes and socks first then and pulled his jeans down. Caleb held onto Judd's shoulders for him to take his jeans all the way off, leaving him in his tiny white briefs. Then Judd undid his own belt and shoved his own jeans and shorts down off his but then he cocked one boot up on the tailgate and told Caleb to unlace it. Caleb dropped to his knees to unlace the heavy boot and took it off of him. Judd offered his other boot and Caleb did the same. As the boy stood up Jodd tugged his white briefs down and he stepped out of them, leaving him completely naked. We could see Judd running his hands all up and down the boy's naked body then he picked him up like a rag doll and positioned him on his hands and knees, sprawled over the sacks of feed that were still on the tailgate. "Godd, he's going to fuck him right there in the truck???!!!" Rob gasped. "Oh, fuck, this is going to be so hot!" "I hope he takes its easy," Jason said. "I've always pictured Judd just from the way he's built, and he said he's a got beer can cock." "You know, since you instigated this Jason, you should invite Judd to spend the night with us up in the loft sometime." "Indeed. But I think we'd better wait and see if we have to call the EMTs for take Caleb," he joked. "I wanta see this up close," I said and we all stood up and walked over to the truck; Rob and me on one side and Jason on the other. Judd pretty much ignored the audience. He spat in his hand and applied it to Caleb's ass then spat on his cock for more lube. His big hands clasped around the boy's hip bones to hold him in tow as he positioned his cock. Judd's stomach muscles tightened as he pushed forward and Caleb's mouth flew open with a stifled gasping groan as the man penetrated him. We were all glad that Judd wasn't taking his virginity. "Ohh, Godd! Ohh, Godd! Ohh, Godd!" the boy cried out as Judd began fucking him. "I stood back a little where I could see Judd's awesome butt muscles clenching out powerful thrusts that sent his thick cock back and forth through the boy's tight looking hole. He was indeed a beer can. Caleb's asshole was stretched unmercifully around it. He was clawing at the sacks of feed, franticly sucking in breaths of air. I could see he was hurting and if he'd been a virgin I might have stopped it, or Rob would have, but I could hear the pleasure in his moans. "My Godd, he's like a bull," Rob said quietly, groping himself. "He's thicker than a bull," Jason said. Rob reached in the truck and squeezed the boy's shoulder. "Are you all right, Caleb?" "Aww, yeah, I'm fine, Uncle Rob. He's fucking me so good. I'm glad you taught me how to take it. He's gonna make me cum a bucket full, I can feel it." "Shit, someone's coming!" Judd hissed. All heads turned to see the pickup pulling into the drive. "Shit, it's Mike! I'll take care of it," I said. As I headed down the drive to meet his pickup, Judd snatched Caleb from the back of the truck and whirled him around and carried him into the barn like a rag doll. Mike had one muscular arm out the window and he was smiling as he drove up. "Hey, Mike." I was cordial in my tone but not overly friendly. "Hey, Dude. I was in the neighborhood......." "It's not a good time. We have company from out of town," I said, trying to sound apologetic. "Anyone I should meet?" "No. It's Jason's coach from football camp and his nephew, visiting a farm for the first time." "This isn't exactly a farm," he said. "A woods, fields, a barn, and a horse, it's close enough," I said. "Maybe they would be interested in seeing a real horse," he said with a chuckle. "It's not like that. Some other time, maybe," I said as I stood back from his truck to excuse him. He backed out to leave and I waved and walked back to the barn. "It's okay, I got rid of him." "Too bad he's such an ass; the guy's got a thirteen inch cock on him," Jason said under his breath, but intentionally loud enough for all to hear. "Thirteen inches!" Rob exclaimed. "My Godd! I'd like to see that." "He's trouble," I said, focusing on the way Jason was looking at me, a pleading, expectant look. I finally weakened. "Okay, call him back," I said. Judd fucking Caleb. Jason took out his cell phone and I was surprised to find that he had Mike on speed dial. "Hey, Mike, come back, there's somebody wants to meet you," he said excitedly. He was all smiles as he put his phone away, and a little too happy, I thought. "Understand this is just for Rob," I said sternly then I clapped Rob on the shoulder. "Do you want to get acquainted with him? I mean really acquainted?" I asked. "I would like to be acquainted enough the he'll show me his cock," Rob replied. "Why don't you go in the house; go up to the bedroom. I'll send him up," I said. "Shouldn't we be introduced first?" "He has a way of introducing himself," I said. When Mike pulled in I met him at his truck. "Who is it that want's to meet me?" he asked, all smiled. "He's in the house, upstairs. His name is Rob." "You mentioned a nephew." "His name is Rob," I said again, more sternly. "There is no nephew." "You don't need to be a prick about it, but I love you for this," he said as he was getting out of his truck. "What's going on out at the barn?" "I'm doing you a favor, don't press it," I said. Mike went in the house and I went back to the barn to find Judd that the party had moved inside and Judd was still fucking young Caleb bent over some bales of straw that were covered with a horse blanket. Jason stood in front of the boy feeding him his cock. Caleb's whimpers sounded almost frantic, he was enjoying it so much. It was more than I could take as a mere spectator. I started taking off my clothes. I didn't know what I was going to do or where I might fit in but I just wanted to be naked with them. When I was naked I moved up behind Judd and pressed myself against his bare backside. He smiled over his shoulder. "Don't get any crazy ideas back there," he said. "You always gave me crazy ideas, Judd, only now they're not so crazy anymore," I told him. "Sometime I want you to give me a chance to work with you, see if I can convince you to let me fuck that rock hard ass of yours." "Not gonna happen, but I'll give you the chance to try," he said. "Then I'll settle for that big cock plowing my ass," I said. "We can make that happen," he said. As I was going around to the other side to Jason, Judd pulled out and turned Caleb over onto his back. The boy lifted his legs eagerly and Judd entered him again. Caleb hung his head over the edge of the bales so Jason could fuck his throat. I was amazed how far the boy had come. I stepped up behind Jason and found his ass already lubed up; he must have been expecting me, or someone. I wondered if he planned to take on big Judd. It wouldn't surprise me; he was always up for a challenge. It was more than young Caleb could take. Oh, he was taking Judd's beer can cock just fine by now, but the intensity of it was just too much for the boy. Within minutes of changing positions he went wild, and blew a load of cum that rivaled a lot of men I'd seen shoot. I think he blacked out for a few seconds. It was truly amazing for a boy who had just achieved the capability of cumming. With Caleb's climax, Jason's blow job was over. Judd picked the boy up like a doll and laid him on the floor in the fresh straw. It was almost tender the way he handled him. Then he turned back with a smile directed at Jason, all the while stroking his slick cock. His own hand wouldn't fit around its girth. "You said you would like to get something started? Now's as good a time as any, if you think you're up to it," Judd said. I was still fucking him and Jason looked over his shoulder at me. "We'll have to give you a week to close up, but go ahead; you've always wanted to," I told him as I gently extracted my cock. He walked around to the other side and bent over the bales. Judd pulled him up and told him to lay on his back. He did, and hung his head over the edge of the bales for my cock. It was a good thing he had my cock in his mouth to muffle the outcry when Judd impaled him. It was an incredible thing to see, my handsome, muscular son being totally dominated by the massive man. Even the pained expressions on Jason's face were exciting to watch. At one point he looked up at me and I saw his eyes had rolled back in his head a little. "Godd, Dad, I never imagined I could take such a big, thick cock. It feels incredible, the way he's stretching me." "I just hope he doesn't ruin for me," I said. "Don't worry, he young and he's got a tight, muscular ass; it'll close up just fine," Judd said. Jason got Judd's load in his ass and mine in his throat about the same time. We were finished and finding our clothes when Rob came into the barn. He had a strange look on his face, and a goofy smile. We all looked at him; Caleb sat up in the pile of straw. "Holy Fuckin' Shit!" Rob blurted as he leaned on the side of the stall. "That guy is unreal! My God, I can hardly walk! And I think he punctured a long." "Did he leave?" I asked. "Yeah, he said he had to get going." I was glad Mike had shown Rob such a great time, but I still glad he was gone. But I saw the look of disappointment on my son's face. That night the four of us slept in the hayloft again, at Caleb's urgent request, and Jason and I took turns fucking the boy and Rob. Rob and Caleb thanked us profusely for having them for the weekend. It was our pleasure, of course, in more ways than one. We all promised to keep in touch and to get together again as soon as we could. At the bus terminal I took Rob aside. "Did Mike happen to mention wanting to get together with you again?" "Yes. He gave me his email address. I didn't promise anything though. "Did you give him your email address?" I asked quickly. "No. I sensed that you had issues with him." "Lots of issues. Don't do it. Especially don't let him NEAR Caleb. He's a predator, with a mean streak." "You're making it pretty tough," he said, laughing. "The guy is the ultimate stallion." "I know. It was tough making the break myself. But the guy is nothing more than a thirteen inch cock. You can guy a thirteen inch dildo." "Well, that puts it in perspective, sort of," he said, laughing. I saw Mike at the station a week later; he was on the other side of the pump I was using. "Hey, Big Guy," he said, smiling. "Mike," I responded, without much enthusiasm. "Hey, I owe you big time," he said. "You don't owe me anything," I said. "That Rob is one incredible fuck. Geezuss, what a body. I never met anybody with a body that tight. He's got zero body fat." "I know, he's in damned good shape," I said. I was anxious for my tank to fill so I could be on my way. He got more serious. "Look, I know I fucked things up all the way around," he began. "All the way around doesn't matter. Todd is what ought to matter to you," I said. I wasn't surly but I wasn't kind either. "I know. I'm making amends and trying hard to make changes in my life. In fact, I'm moving with Todd to Canada so he can be closer to his mother. You should be real happy about that." "I am, for Todd," I said. "But I can't help wondering what your real motives are." He smiled, and it was a smile that said it all. "Well, his mom's new husband is quite a hunk. And he's got a boy I've never met, but I saw some pictures of him and...." "You haven't changed a bit," I cut in. "You're still the predator you always were." "Look who's talking," he shot back. "The guy who had a thirteen year old at his disposal for a whole weekend. Rob told me the boy was a virgin when they arrived but he wasn't going home one. How many times did you fuck the thirteen year old, huh?" My pump had shut off. "Don't even go there, Mike. Don't even try to compare you and me," I growled as I was putting my gas cap on. "Man, you don't cut me any slack at all, do you?" "It's not safe," I said. "You tried to take my son away from me." "Your son came to me," he shot back, then added, "Just like you kept coming back for more." "Well, we've wised up to realize our lives don't revolve around thirteen inches of cock," I said sarcastically. "It's sad, because all you are, Mike, is a body attached to a huge cock." I was getting more disgusted with every minute I was near him. I went inside to pay. He had evidently paid with his credit card at the pump because when I came back out he was gone. Getting in my truck I found his card on the seat with his new email address on it. I tossed it in the trash can beside the pump. I was pissed off for allowing myself to get so upset. I drove to the grocery store and bought deli stuff for supper, which was enough time for me to settle down before I got home. I didn't want Jason to see me that way. When arrived home Jason was on the computer. "Dad, you gotta come take a look at this," he said excitedly. I went over and stood at his shoulder. "I've been checking out that web site, and look what I found." On the screen was a picture of a man about my age standing on a beach with the ocean behind him, wearing a rather skimpy blue and white swim suit. He was good looking enough to be a model, and very well put together. He had his arm across the shoulders of a boy standing beside him who bore a striking resemblance to the man; equally good looking and already showing signs of be exceptionally well built. "He's almost seventeen," Jason said. He was wearing a beautiful smile and a white Speedo and I noticed his arm around the man with his hand clasped around the side of his butt. I also noticed they were both sporting impressive bulges. "Nobody has to ask if that's his real son," Jason said. "Shall I email them, Dad?" Then as if he'd read my mind, he said. "We can't judge everybody by Mike, Dad. Look at Rob, and Caleb?" "No, we can't," I agreed. "Sure, introduce yourself. Let's see where it takes us." ...............to be continued..................