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When my son, Chad, was growing up, I had a very open and honest relationship with him. When he was around 10 years old, I caught him messing around with another boy. It was a Saturday and his mom was at work. Me, I was off buying booze. Local laws being what they were, I couldn't take him along with me, so I left him home unsupervised, trusting that he wouldn't set the house on fire. He probably thought I was going to be gone longer than I was, but then again, kids aren't known for actually thinking nor planning ahead.
The boys really weren't doing anything, just jerking off together. I didn't cause a scene, but my son's friend, Tommy, freaked out and ran home leaving half his clothes behind. In fact, I didn't say a thing to them, and retreated to my home office to think over how I should handle this without causing any damage.
I heard the front door slam and five minutes later, my son bravely appeared ready to face up to the music.
"Are you mad at me, Dad?"
"No. Should I be?"
"I dunno. I..."
"It's no big deal, Chad. All boys do that sort of thing. It's part of growing up."
"Really? Tommy thinks we're both dead meat. He says his mom is going to kill him once she finds out."
"How is she going to find out?" I asked. "Is Tommy going to tell her?"
"No! I don't think so."
"The are you going to tell her?"
"No!" Chad laughed.
"Then how is she going to know? I'm sure as hell won't be telling her. Besides, unless she's totally clueless, she probably already knows that Tommy jacks off."
"How would she know that?" my naive boy asked.
"Mothers know everything. Haven't you figured that out yet?"
"Mom knows that I..."
"I don't know if she actually knows... but she probably suspects. Your mom is no dummy." Actually she was a see-no-evil, hear-no-evil type, but I wasn't about to undercut her with our kid.
"Are you going to tell her?"
"Hell, no! What you and your buddies do in private is your business."
"Then... you're okay with it?"
"Jacking off together? Yeah, I'm okay with that. When I was your age, I did the same thing. But don't be repeating that to anyone, and that includes Tommy... And your mom," I added quickly just in case he didn't automatically understand that.
"Let me ask you something, Chad," I continued. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but... you and Tommy... do you two do anything else together?" The way he cast his eyes away told me they had.
"Well, if you do, I'm okay with that too. Just so long as you are both okay with it."
"Really?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, really.
"So, do you... you know..."
"Yeah," he whispered. This was getting interesting.
"Yeah what?" I pressed. I could tell that he didn't want to say anymore, but I pressed on.
"Look, you and me, Chad, we're a couple of guys, and guys do all sorts of things that maybe they don't want known to the general public. I'm not the general public. I'm your father and it's my job to teach and guide you. You can tell me anything, anything at all, and I won't think anything less of you. Now you seem to be embarrassed. Don't be embarrassed with me, about anything. You've probably not done anything I haven't also done.
"Really?"
"Yeah, really... Here let me make this easier for you. When you and Tommy mess around together, do you touch each other?" Chad nodded that they did.
"That's what I thought. Feels nice, doesn't it, having someone touch your dick and all." Again he nodded.
"Do you jack off each other?" Again he nodded.
"And I assume you two do more than just touch and whack off each other. Again, if you do, I'm okay with that too." Again he nodded.
"So how long have you two been sucking each other's dick?" I asked getting right to the point.
Chad shrugged and said, "I dunno. Since school started this year."
"I see. You suck any other boys?"
"No, sir."
"Okay.
"Well, I'm sorry I messed up your play time with Tommy today.
"And Tommy... he's probably scared to death. Well, he shouldn't be and he shouldn't be left hanging.
"Tell you what. Call Tommy and reassure him that everything is okay. And... I know! Ask him if he wants to campout with you in the backyard tonight. You two can have all night to finish what you started before I barged in on you."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Call him."
"Wow, Dad, you're really cool!"
Chad made the phone call. I gave him all the privacy he needed, but pretty soon, he was calling me to the phone. It was Tommy's mother.
"Yes, Chad has been bugging me for weeks about a backyard campout," I told her. This was a true statement. "And Tommy is more than welcome," I assured her, along with assurances that my wife and I were going to be home all night and that we'd roast hot dogs outside and make S'mores. Mere minutes later Tommy was back at our house to help set up the tent for tonight's backyard campout, grinning sheepishly every time I saw him looking at me.
I waited until my wife got home from work before venturing out to Kroger's to get the hot dogs, buns beans, and S'more fixings. Of course I didn't tell her about catching them earlier, nor about why they were having a campout that very night. As an added bonus, with the Chad out of the house for the night, my wife was amenable to our own fun and games in the bedroom.
That night as I put it to her doggie style, watching the fleshy globes of her buttocks quaking with each full stroke, I couldn't help but think of my son and his friend doing each other in the butt, not that they were into that just yet. Still, it was the best sex we'd had in ages.
Sunday morning, after Tommy had gone home and my wife was out grocery shopping, I asked Chad if he and Tommy had sucked on each other in the tent. He was quite open about it and even went so far as to tell me that they had played with each other's butt hole.
"Did you fuck each other in the ass?" I asked.
Chad just looked at me with a peculiar expression before asking, "What do you mean?"
"Did you stick your dicks up each other's ass?"
"Is it okay if we do that?"
"Look, I shouldn't be putting ideas into your head, so just forget that I asked." Of course once I had said that, there was no taking it back, nor was there any way for Chad to un-hear it. I'm thinking, 'Way to go, dumbass.' I decided right then that henceforth I should not pry into his sex life.
It was about six months later that my son came right out and told me that another friend of his, Bruce, sucked his dad's dick. Bruce was the son a guy, Brad, that I played golf with frequently. This was just days after Chad had gone with Bruce and his dad camping. Needless to say, this bit of info surprised me.
"He told you that?" I asked incredulously.
"Yeah, and he does it all the time. And his dad sucks him too."
With this bit of steamy intelligence I'm asking myself, how many hours a week does Chad spend with Bruce and realized that he had been spending quite a bit of time over there. Not only that, but just what happened on this campout?
"And you believe him?" I asked unsure if it was just a load of crap that Bruce had laid upon him.
"Yeah, I've seen it." This bit of news floored me.
"Okay, I think you'd better tell me about this."
"Well, I was over at Bruce's and we were, you know, naked and messing around when his dad came home. He's just like you, Dad. He didn't care what we were doing. In fact, he wanted to watch us. Next time I came over, his dad got naked with us and..."
"And what?"
"Well, Bruce sucked him."
"Is that all that happened?" I asked.
"No, not exactly."
"And he sucked Bruce while you watched?" I prodded.
"Yeah."
"And what about you and Bruce's dad?"
"Well..."
"You sucked his dad?"
"Yeah. It was really cool. He has a big dick like you do, Dad."
Then Chad added, "It's okay if I told him that you didn't care, wasn't it?"
"Uh, where was Brue's mom when this was going on?"
"I dunno, at work I guess."
Chad and his friends sucking on each other was one thing, but Chad blowing an adult? I wasn't so sure I was comfortable with that. Then again, I'd done the same thing when I was his age and no harm ever came to me from it, other than establishing an attitude towards those sort of things that may not exactly be described as conventional.
At that point I didn't need to ask what had happened on the campout, as I very well knew what happened. Then again...
"I don't want Brad sticking his dick up your ass, Chad. Or has that horse already left the barn?"
"Horse? What horse? They don't have any horses."
"It's an expression; closing the barn door after the horse has left."
"Oh, okay...."
It went right over his head and I decided it best if I just let the whole matter drop. Did I ask any more questions about Bruce's dad? No. Did I restrict Chad from going over to Bruce's. No. Did I think about my son being over at Bruce's and sucking Brad's dick? You bet I did and I flogged off to those thoughts.
So the whole point of the story is this:
I took Chad fishing one weekend in the spring. This was a week or so after he told me about Bruce and his dad. He was around eleven then. The lake we were going to was about three hours away from the house. We went very early in the morning and had a great time fishing. On the way back home we stopped at a rest area to stretch and take a leak.
We had been following a new Lincoln with out of state plates and which pulled into the rest area just ahead of us. Until we arrived, the rest area was deserted. A very well dressed man, in his middle forties, got out and went into the restroom just ahead of us. Inside they had a long stainless steel trough. My boy saddled up next to the gent and I came up on Chad's other side.
"Wow!" Chad says as we are pissing.
I turned and saw Chad looking at this man's cock, and it was a whopper! The man looked over at Chad, then looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at him.
Finished urinating, the man turned towards Chad with his cock still out. "Bet you've never seen one this big," the man said. Whether he was saying that to me or my son, I'm not sure, maybe both, as we were both fascinated by the size of his horse cock. The thing must've been eight or nine inches and it was still soft! Not only that, it was fat and the bell shaped head was the size of a large plum. A truly freaking huge dick!
"Can I touch it?" Chad asked.
"Sure, if it's okay with..." I nodded that it was okay with me.
Chad touched it, actually he took it in hand. Not surprisingly, it began to stiffen. I don't know how this guy got fully erect without passing out, but he did. With both hands my son began jacking the guy. All this time all three of our cocks were still out and while my kid stroked him, the guy's eyes were glued to my hard dick.
"You've got a nice cock, mister," he said to me. "Mind if I sucked it?"
Hell, yes!
It was too dangerous to do it right out in open where anyone could walk in and see, so we moved into a stall. He sat on the toilet and took my cock into his mouth with my kid standing right next to me watching this guy blow me. The guy was a talented cocksucker who took his time and slobbered all over my cock while sucking it. Best blowjob I'd had in a long time!
But before he got me off, he stopped, took my cock from his mouth and asked my kid if he wanted to suck me. Before I could say, "No," Chad had gone down on me.
The man stood up and I let my boy suck on my cock for awhile, all thoughts of propriety shoved out of my mind. The man then tells me, "It's your turn, so sit down." Extracting my cock from my boy's mouth, I sat on the toilet. Immediately the guy shoved his horse cock into my face.
I gripped the monster, unable to close my fingers around it, licked the seeping head and took as much of it into my mouth as I could. After a few minutes laving on him, I pulled off and I told my kid to lick the guy's cock head. He did just that, but it was really more than he could handle. Hell, it was more than I could handle! All the while my son licked this guy's cock, I couldn't help but imagine the man being Bruce's dad and I nearly shot off just watching.
The guy wanted to suck on Chad's boyish prick, so I had Chad stand on the toilet seat and let the guy suck on my son's dick. That too was hot as hell. Then abandoning all sanity, I took my turn at my son's preteen cock.
I only had my boy's cock in my mouth for less than a minute when our little roadside suck session was interrupted by the loud rumble of a souped-up truck pulling into the rest area. As quickly as we could, we stuffed our cocks back in our pants and zipped up, not an easy feat for me with a full erection and I'm sure an near impossible task for the stranger, but we managed before this grubby-looking shirtless heavily tattooed dude walked in.
Out in the parking lot I told our cock sucking stranger thanks, got in our car and headed on down the highway. Chad was really excited and we talked about how big that guy's cock was.
"The only thing better would have been if I had gotten my rocks off," I told him ruefully.
"Really? You want me to..."
"If you're offering, son, I'm accepting."
He reached over and unzipped me. Lifting my butt off the seat, I helped him get my shorts down. A moment later, Chad was blowing me for the second time. I was so excited myself that it didn't take long for me to blow my load. He kept on sucking and swallowed it all. I couldn't help but think of Bruce's dad again; he had had taught him well.
"I really liked that, Chad," I told him once he was finished. "We'll have to do that again and soon." And we did. As soon as we got home and before my wife got home from work.
When I first let my son suck my cock the rest area, I did it with a clear conscious. After all, he was sucking a guy I played golf with. And when I let him suck me off driving home, I was pleased that he knew to swallow. Even though I sucked him briefly in the rest area along with the guy with the horse cock, it wasn't until we got home, got naked and went after each other in a 69 that I truly enjoyed having his cock in my mouth. We had about an hour before the wife got home and we took full advantage of it. And when my wife did her weekly grocery shopping the next day, we sucked each other again and I blew another load down my son's throat.
Midweek, Brad, Bruce's dad, called and wanted to set up a golf date. We agreed to play on Sunday and I agreed to call for a tee-time. Brad was ready to hang up, but I held him up.
"Listen, Brad. You and me, we need to have a talk."
"About what?"
"It's not something we should discuss over the phone."
"Is there a problem?" he asked with a touch of nervousness in his voice.
"No, no, no. Just guy stuff. Stuff that we need to talk about face to face, where our wives won't accidently overhear us."
"Uh... Oh, okay. Well, uh, my wife is works on Saturdays..."
"So does mine," I quickly replied cutting him off. "Look, the pool's almost warm enough to swim in. Why don't you and Bruce come over for a swim Saturday?"
"Uh... Saturday swimming? Yeah, sounds great. I'll bring over some beer," he offered.
"Yeah, and we'll burn some hot dogs," I laughed.
"You're on, Ron," he replied with relief clear in his voice. "See you Saturday."
I took Chad aside outside and told him that Brue and Brad were coming over to go swimming on Saturday, and that I would be talking to Brad about messing around with him, assuring him once again that I was okay with it. Breaking my resolution not to pry into Chad's sexual activities, I asked how many times had he sucked Bruce's dad and he told me "about six times". I didn't bother to ask how often he and Bruce got it on, which I had assumed long ago was quite often. Nor did I ask him if he'd been fucked in the ass yet.
On Saturday Bruce and his dad, Brad, made it over with their swim suits and towels in hand, along with an ice chest of beer and soft drinks. Chad and I were already dressed for swimming when they got there, so I directed our guests to a spare bedroom to change.
Typical of kids, rather than swimming, Chad and Bruce wanted to play a new video game Chad had recently acquired. That was fine with Brad and me, so we retired to the patio and had a beer.
After a half a beer or so and some small talk, I got down to what I wanted to talk to him about. Brad's face went white when I broached the subject at hand.
"Hey, relax, Brad," I told him. "I'm fine with it. Really, I am. Men and boys have been doing that since we first came down from the trees. I'm okay with you sucking my son's dick and I'm okay with him sucking your dick. It's not like he's going to get knocked up. Frankly, I find it hot. Hotter than just Chad and Bruce sucking each other."
"You're sure you're okay with it?" he asked visibly relieved.
"Yeah, in fact, I was hoping to see the boys, both boys, sucking your cock today."
"Is that right? Now that you mention it, I'd like to see the boys suck your dick," he replied with a grin. "In fact, I'd like to see you suck Bruce," he added. "Interested?"
"Yeah, I'm interested. But first, Brad, I want you to suck my dick."
Brad grinned and replied, "I'd love to," as he stood and dropped his swim trunks to the deck. I too stood and relieved myself of my swim suit. Brad stepped towards me, knelt and took my cock into his mouth. It was immediately apparent to me that Brad was an experienced and accomplished cock sucker.
I looked over at the patio door while Bruce's dad sucked me and saw the two boys watching. I let Brad take me close to the edge and pulled away from him. With my finger, I called his son over to me. The boy didn't need to be told what to do and attached his mouth to my dick like a new born to its mother's tit. But unlike a new born, he took me to the root. Like his dad, he too was an experienced and accomplished cock sucker.
"Yeah, suck that dick," his father encouraged with glee. "Suck his cum right out of his fucking balls."
The dad looked up at me and asked, "Is this what you had in mind?"
"Oh, yeah. This is great, Brad. Fucking great."
"Then you won't mind if..."
"Hell, no. I want to see that," I replied.
Brad waved Chad over. When Chad looked over at me, I nodded for him to proceed, and watched as my boy went down on his friend's father. That did it for me. With a blinding rush, I ejaculated into the boy's sucking maw. He didn't miss a beat, nor did he waste a drop and gulped it down as fast as I unloaded it. Enthusiastically he sucked until I went completely soft, the head of my cock becoming too sensitive for him to continue.
Pushing the boy away, and catching my breath, I saw Chad sitting on his heels looking over at me, but no longer blowing Bruce's dad. I looked up and over to Brad.
"Now you blow me," he told me.
And so I did, with my son and his friend just mere inches away and watching as I went after the adult prong until I had a mouthful of jism. It had been some while since I sucked down another guy's sperm, and as he flooded my mouth, I savored the flavor and slurped it down. While I took pleasure in the feel of his hard prong between my lips and on my tongue, I thought, 'Damn, I wish we'd done this sooner.'
My blowjob complete, Brad slapped my face with his wet soft cock. Laughing he told the boys, "Alright, you two. We want your asses naked and you're to stay naked until Bruce and I go home." The boys didn't need to be told twice. With Bruce now naked, I sucked my second cock of the day.
We took a break, with Brad and me sucking down another cold brew while sending the two boys into the water to test it out. They jumped in and coming up, they both cried, "Ahhhh!"
"How's the water, Bruce?" his dad asked with a laugh.
"It's friggin' freezing!" was the honest reply.
Boys being boys, they were dumb enough to stay in the water for a while until they both had blue lips. That took maybe two, three minutes at the most. No way was I going in that water, and neither was Brad.
The boys got out of the water, their boy parts shriveled up to almost nothing, their nips pointed. Grasping their arms about their chests, they began to shaking. I took my towel and wrapped it around Bruce while Brad did the same for Chad. Then we took the boys into the house to suck cock the rest of the afternoon.
We were in my bed when Brad told Bruce to get up on his hands and knees. The boy did, and putting his head to the mattress, reached back and opened his ass cheeks. I thought I was more or less done for the day, but seeing that, my cock sprang to attention.
"You have any lube?" the boy's father asked.
Despite all that had gone on that day, I was still shocked that Brad would offer me his son's ass. Or maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was going to sodomize the kid. With my mouth dry with anticipation of the immanent debasement, I retrieved a tube of KY from the night stand.
Still unsure of his intentions, I handed the KY to Brad. He opened it up, squeezed a large glob, reached out, took my cock in hand and smeared it on.
'Holy fuck!' I thought as his intentions were made clear.
"Go on," the father said. "He likes it."
I stood immobilized for a moment. There was a quid pro quo attached to this offer. No doubt about it. If I stuck my dick up his kid's ass, Brad would want to do the same with mine. Brad sensed my dilemma.
"If it makes you feel any better," he said to me, "I fucked your boy on the campout. Fucked him several times."
I looked over at Chad, he was grinning and nodding, confirming Brad's assertion. What the fuck... I sliced into Bruce's butt like a hot knife through butter. The kid didn't even grunt.
As I slammed into Bruce's anus, Chad lay back and pulled back his legs, offering his asshole to Brad, an offer that wasn't refused.
If you're wondering, no I didn't sodomize my own son. Not then, nor later, but Brad did them both.
After that day, Brad brought his boy over to the house on Saturdays quite often to go skinny dipping and for a suck and fuck. A few weekends we went camping, just us and the boys. On Sundays, we often played golf. Our wives, they never had a clue.
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