Monday, March 30, 2009

Confessions of a "New" Bi - Jock

We all grew up together as your average hunky jock type guys. Genetically
blessed with big 6' + frames and hardbodies. The three of us Cal, Buzzy and
I. Cal with short dark brown hair, brown eyes, broad sholders tapering to
smooth narrow hips, Buzzy tall, blond hair, green eyes, big furry and
husky, and me, Robie, about 6'-3", short black hair, grey eyes, broad
sholdered with a furry chest trailing down my flat hard six pack abs to a
narrow swimmers waist, and a macho jock attitude that all gay and bisexual
guys were limp wristed sissies. We all played your jock type sports -
football, soccer, skiing, hockey and baseball together, usually for the
same team and we all had the inevitable sport fuck sessions with the hot
high school cheerleader babes that a teenager with raging harmones is
subject to. Yeah sure, we "fooled" around with each other when the pussy
supply ran low - usually amounting to hot sex talk which led to the need
for a group hot j/o session - either jerking ourselves or sometimes each
other off, we always seemed to be in a constant state of "horned jock
dudes" as we came to be known. I didn't think about it too much at the time
as anything being unusual for three tight buddies to get together to have
an allnight j/o sessions to keep our stud balls from exploding, hell I just
assumed all the jock guys did it once in awhile and as long as the chance
to drill a tight pussy came along often enough I didn't worry too much
about it.

When we finished as Military School "rats" we all moved onto different
Universities and as I found out different interests. Man, was I ever naive
about my sex life. To me, my main aim in life was to get a good education,
get laid by the entire cheerleader team at least weekly, get married to a
hot "trophy" wife, have a houseful of Robie, Jrs. and eventually take over
our family's business. I didn't think anything could ever get better then
pounding hot, tight pussy and busting your nuts at least twice a day. I
have all that now in my mid 20's and really probably would have been happy
with just that, but early last summer my buds changed what I thought to be
the good "it doesn't get any better than this" life to the "holy shit" you
mean i've been missing out on this for the last 10 years, damn.

Cal, Buzzy and I finished College, went into the family business in NE
Virginia, just outside of Washington, D.C. and met and married hot
babes. We are all around our mid 20's and since we all work together in the
same company, live in the same area, share the same interests, we spend
alot of time together working and playing. Our wives are very close too,
often going off on a shopping trip to New York when us guys are working
24/7 or we take a well deserved weekend off with just the guys of skiing,
ww rafting, rock climbing or just going to the family lake house and taking
a rest from the everyday grind. It was during one of those weekends at the
lake house that I came face to face with my sexual choices for the rest of
my life.

It had been a real fucker dogs breakfast of a week, one of those where
nothing seemed to go right, the office staff was having anxiety attacks
every hour on the hour, constant production and design delays - well you
get the picture. When we finally met the deadline early friday morning,
after working all night, if I had been a heavy drinker I would have bought
up all the liquor in town and gotten the whole office drunk to thank them
for their hard work. Instead we decided to forward the phones to the
answering service and gave everyone the day off making it a four day
weekend for the 4th of July. Cal, Buzzy and I were the last stragglers out
of the office, that morning, as the sun was coming up on another hot day in
Washington. We kinda hung around the parking lot for a few minutes winding
down enough to make the drive home for the long weekend. The conversation
eventually led to the 4th plans that all of us had on tap for the
holiday. When my turn came I sadly told them that I had been batching it
all week and planned to just go up to the lake house, get the caretaker to
help me pound some nails into the the new roof on the boat house and
generally pound anything and everything that needed "pounding". With that
comment the three of us got to laughing so hard that we had to literally
sit down before we fell down. All of our teenage memories must have had a
flashback to old times and a smile came to our faces. Cal and Buzzy's wives
were in the middle of campainging for Pres. C's re-election and were
nowhere to be found lately. They decided that sounded like a good way to
grind out the stress of the last few weeks by doing some hard physical
labor to get our heads straight. I made it home in record time, thru a few
essentials in my workout bag, gassed up the Bronco, picked up my buddies
and within the hour we were parked at the lake house breathing the deep
fresh misty air at 9 am in the morning.

Through out that day as we stripped shingles off and nailed on the new ones
in the hot 95 degree July heat, I couldn't help but feel that there was
something going on between us that I couldn't quite get a handle on. The
streams of conversation eventually worked it's way around to our favorite
subject of pussy and sex. I confessed to my buds that even if I got my
twice a day fucking from my dear sweetie Jenny, I had taken lately to j/o
in the truck on the way to meetings in the city, after working out at the
gym in the shower three nights a week, and the last few days at my desk in
the office. I was worried I had become a sick sick puppy. I had apparently
reverted to 5 years ago in college in my sexual habits. I was in a constant
state of horned jock. They assured me that they went through spells like
that too and it was nothing to be too concerned about. We continued to joke
around and when the heat got to be too much we would dive off the roof of
the boat house to the water 30 feet below us and grab a few brews for the
"buds" and head back up to nail a few more on. It dawned on me after about
4 hours of this bantering back and forth that every once in awhile, out of
the corner of my eye, I thought I would catch Cal or Buzzy blatently "meat
gazing" at my ass or the growing bulge in my cut off jeans, I couldn't
figure out just what in the hell was going on between us. Shit, I must have
thought to myself a hundred times that day to "stay cool bud", "you've had
a rough couple of weeks at work", and these are your best friends in the
whole world, your mind has finally snapped, and that you are imagining the
whole thing. We're all married and and they are probably the most straight
and macho hunky jock type guys I know. Only gay guys gaze at anothers
dude's bulge and ass. I had just about convinced myself that the mind can
indeed play tricks on you when I saw my two best friends dive past me with
hairy asses bared to the skin. I yelled down to them "what the fuck is
going on with you two assholes??" They yelled back up to me that the heat
was just too much for them, that they were indeed pussies, and were on
strike for the rest of the day. I threw down my hammer, shucked my tool
belt, boots and cut off jeans and said "well fuck it then" and dove in
after them. Man, the water felt great, as we paddled around for the next
hour, doing some playful grab assing once in a while, when we realized we
hadn't had any sleep in the last 24 hours and it might be a good idea to
swim ashore before one of us drowned and the others had to give him mouth
to mouth. Hmmmmm? This day just continued to get weirder and weirder.

Once onshore we grabbed some towels from the boathouse and crashed and
burned at the end of the pier. I must have dozed off for a coupla of
hours. When I woke up I was laying on the pier alone with Cal and Buzzy
nowhere in sight. I headed up to the house and saw my Bronco was missing
from the driveway, no big deal I thought, Company truck and all the
employees drive each others from time to time. Man, was I sore all
over. But nothing a 30 minute stint in the whirlpool couldn't fix. Since
the buds were gone I figured no time like the present, and filled er up
hot, fired up the jets, and climbed in. I had been in for about 15 minutes
when I heard them come back in. I called down, "I'm in the whirlpool
upstairs" but no answer. I looked out the window in time to see them
heading down to the pier, walking "really close" together. Man get control
of your mind, you have a depraved mind I told myself for the 100th time
today. I cranked out the window and yelled to them and they turned around
and headed back to the house. A few minutes later they showed up in the
bathroom with pizzas and a few brews and we proceeded to scarf up 3 large
pizzas and joked that we hadn't had anything to eat since a few stale
sandwiches in the office the night before. I was a poor excuse for a host
and boss, yadda, yadda, yadda. It also dawned on me that I was naked in the
whirlpool with a massive boner that I had been stroking a few minutes
before and they were both "meat gazing" like they had never seen my cock
before. For the last fucking time that day I told myself that "It's all in
your head bud" and got out and put a big robe on and we all headed
downstairs and lit a fire in the fireplace and proceeded to finish off the
last of the case of brews and get a nice buzz going.

We were all sprawled out in the den talking about how we needed to work out
more if nailing on a few shingles was this tough on us when Cal decided it
was time to head into the kitchen to see is he could find anymore cold
beer. When he stepped over me laying in the floor in front of the fireplace
he tripped/rolled me over literally kicking the shit out of me. When I
rolled over, my robe fell open and my now semi hard cock flopped against my
thigh making a loud slap. Cal stood there staring at my now hardening cock
with a look that I had not seen before on his face. All I could think of to
say was "you cocksucking faggot, watch where the hell you're going". Shit,
the second I heard myself say it, I literally screamed, "I'm sorry man, I
don't know where that came from, I must be losing it major big time". I
closed my eyes, and started shaking my head from side to side, mumbling
"shit i'm so sorry man, that was a rotten thing to say". When I opened my
eyes again, Cal was just standing there staring at my cock that had now
turned to blue steel hardness and was beginning to throb and slap against
my washboard abs. I must have stared at it for a few seconds too, and when
I looked back at Cal, expecting him to beat the living shit out of me any
second for casting dispersions on his masculinity, he was just smiling at
me. Cool, he's letting me off the hook kinda easy, at least I thought
so. When, I realized he was still staring at my cock I asked him point
blank if he had heard me apoligize? "Apoligize? What the hell for?" he
said. "Robie, your the one here with a legal background aren't you, doesn't
sucking "even one" cock in your lifetime make you a cocksucker?" Scuse me?
I said. Cal, glanced over at Buzzy and said "Your Honor, will you please
direct the witness to answer the question?". Before Buzzy could answer I
realized he was dead sober serious with his question and answered that yes
in fact if one has sucked even just one cock in his lifetime then he was a
certifiable "yeas innndeeeeddd" cocksucker. The next words out of his mouth
sent cold chills down my back all the way to my ass and made the hair on my
neck bristle. Cal said as he was kneeling down between my sprawled legs
that I had been "holding out on him since our "rat" days and one "more"
jock cock passing his lips wouldn't change his cocksucking title". "Whoa
Dude, hold on a minute" I said "Holding out on my buds is something I would
never do". Cal grabbed my cock with both hands and said last time he had
seen my jock cock at the Acadamy was when we were 17 years old we were all
matched pretty evenly at 6" and mine was now at least 8" to 8 1/2". I don't
know what shocked me more at that moment, the fact that my best friend had
just told me he had sucked a cock [or more than one ?], was holding on to
my cock which was starting to feel pretty good and had caused me to leak
copious amounts of pre-cum on his hands which he was now massaging onto my
heavy with cum balls, the question of cock size with the fact that I just
assumed that my cock had continued to grow past my teen years into my 20's
or the fact that I was just laying there and not punching the shit out of
Cal with the intent to hurt. First things first, I said "I'm ok with the
fact that you have sucked a cock before, hell, the thought had crossed my
mind a time or two, second, I assumed that since I had 8" of stud cock,
that they did too, and It was not something I was real thrilled about
having, I had never found a babe that could "deep throat take it to the
pubes" and even now Jenny constantly complined when I got rough during sex
that her cervix would get bruised and hurt for a day or two. As Cal moved
closer to my cock, he said I had the hunkiest jock cock he had ever seen
and that guys could give better head then babes because their throats were
bigger and deeper [or something to that effect]. Cal's hand job must have
shorted out my sense of reasoning [well I was pretty horned at the time]
and I told him that that was something I'd have to see to believe because I
had long had a fantasy that deep head and fucking would just be something
that I would never experience. Cal leaned forward and before taking my cock
into his mouth he glanced up at me, smiled, and said "I've wanted to do
this for you for years, buddy". I just laid back on my elbows and gave into
the good feeling that was eminating from my cock and balls. Cal started
with the mushroom head of my cock in his hot mouth and ran his tongue
around the head and under and shoved his hard tongue down my pee slit like
he was trying to fuck it with his tongue, that was a first for me, hell all
this was a first. Cal got about 5" of my hard as steel cock in and I felt
it hit the back of his throat. Well shit, while that felt pretty good, so
good that my ass had clenched and raised off the floor to fuck his mouth
and bottoming out in his throat at 5" was a new personal best for me. I
opened my eyes and started to say "That's ok buddy, that ain't half bad"
when he streached his jaw wider, swallowed with his throat and fucking
burried his nose in my pubes at the base of my cock. What the fuck? How the
fuck is that possible, and has he permanately injured himself to prove a
point? Fuckit that felt great and just when I thought I had died from the
intense feeling I had never experienced, I felt a hot tongue on my
balls. Buzzy? No, he was 10' away and stroking his own cock, cool. Cal,
came up for "Air" and with my voice raspy, I said, "How in the fuck did you
do that, man that was great, absolutyfucking the greatest throat my cock
had ever felt?" Cal said, "so jock cocksucking isn't so bad afterall, huh
buddy?" That comment brought me back to my senses. Here I was with a coupla
of my macho jock buddies, my best friends, and one of them had just deep
throated me into the next century and the other was staring at my cock and
beatin his meat. I got up and backed up a few feet and turned around,
staring down at the floor for a minute. Man you could cut the tension with
a knife in that room. Buzzy, still stroking slowly said, "well is that or
isn't the best head you've ever had, bud?". I had to admit it was and I was
seriously thinking since I'd just enjoyed the shit out of my first head
from a guy that I must be gay, a fact that I really didn't want to be a
gayman for the rest of my life. So, I answered them both that "yeah buddy"
that was great great head and I really would like to finish what he started
but I was freaking and really didn't know what was going on with my still
hard throbbing cock, which by now was dripping pre-cum across my abs every
time it throbbed. Cal said, "well your head may be confused buddy, but your
cock sure isn't". I cracked up over that astute observation and only had
one question, "buds is this something thats a one time thing or is this a
way of life for you guys?" Cal answered that they had continued our jerk
off sessions that we had started, when we were fellow "rats" at the acadamy
and just continued it, that they still loved fucking all the pussy they
could, but that they both enjoyed taking on a hunky jock from time to time,
and had been dropping hints to me for the last five years and I was either
dense or as straight a guy as they had ever known. They confessed that they
had sucked and fucked each other and other friends and guys in the office
and had decided this would be the make it or break it weekend for me. The
thought of other guys in the office threw me, I couldn't believe any of the
hunky macho guys that I had hired in the last 2 years could be gay, I had
climbed with them, hiked and camped with them, and played football, soccer,
skiied and hockey with them, they were jock types, just like me and just
like.................. It hit me, finally, Cal and Buzzy were laughing
their asses off. They told me they had wanted my cock for years and about
20 of the guys in the office thought I was the hottest jock stud they had
ever seen and didn't understand why I hadn't returned any of their
signals. The guys would watch my cock and ass as I walked down the hall in
the office, on those rare days when I came in wearing a well worn pair of
tight jeans. They had bets going on the size of my cock and whether I liked
to fuck, get fucked or both. I'd felt it, but hadn't really connected it in
my brain. What the fuck was wrong with me. I had known it all along or
should have. All those years of playing sports, climbing with my buddies,
hell the the jock type guys I hired for the company, all the fucking boners
and days of hardons.....I liked hunky jocks because I found them hard and
hot to be around, It was a fucking sexual thing, I was a closet bisexual
and hadn't admitted it to myself. Cool, well here I was with my two best
buds in the world and I was standing there with a raging hardon pounding
into my stomach and about as horned a jock as there ever was. I told them
my realization and laid back down and decided I would see what the bi thing
was cracked up to be, I had really enjoyed everything so far. I was fair
game if they were. Cal, rolled between my thighs and told me that I was
about to have the best sex of my 24 years, and he and Buzzy would guarantee

Cal asked me what I wanted him to do to my cock next. I told him "man the
deep head all the way down to my jock balls and the tongue thing on my
balls, well thats gotta be the best ever". I warned him that just the
thought of how hot a sceen this was would make me cum pretty quick but in
his best german accent he said not to vorry he could fix that. Man, he got
down on his hands and knees between my straining muscled legs, leaned
forward and look ma no hands, took my jock cock all the way to my balls on
one lunge, shit, i was on fire major big time. He would pick up the pace,
each time going up with just my cockhead in his lips and then all the way
back down to the bottom, pausing to lick and tongue my balls awhile. When I
would start to cum and my balls would tighten up Cal would stop and shove
his tongue down my pee slit, I was on fire, my ass and thighs would clench
and come off the floor with each stroke. Sometime, after about the first 5
minutes, Buzzy had come over and was tonguing Cal's ass and balls from
behind while Cal jerked his respectable 6" jock cock with his fist. Jeeze I
was close to cumming and screamed out "fuck me". I felt my cum starting to
churn and burn, deep in my balls, and started to pump out spurt after spurt
of cum, it felt like my guts were comming out through my cock, after about
the 10th squirt of spunk Cal had had about all he could take and rolled
aside long enough for me to land about 5 shots of my hot jizm square in
Buzzy's face and chest which he didn't seem to mind. Cool jock dude. He
rubbed my jism into his chest and then licked my cum off his
fingers. "Jeeze stud!" he said, "you shoot a huge load when you come, and
tastes good too, man, you are one stud jock dude. Wait till I tell the guys
back at the office how big a load of jock jizm you launch out of your big
stud jock cock. I can't wait to see who won the size pool bets on your cock
size and whether we could "loosen" you up this weekend." I just thought
what the fuck, I don't care who knows, I had found a new sport and planned
on playing it until I was a pro at it, and fell back with a satisfied smile
on my lips and let the good vibes I was feeling all over my hard body just
wash over me.

After comming too, I looked over to see Cal and Buzzy locked in a 69, deep
throating each others straining cocks and fingering each other
assholes. They were straining every muscle in their jock bodies and looked
hot as shit to me. I got up and walked out on the deck and looked out over
the lake while I cooled down and caught my breath. I hadn't been out too
long when Cal came out behind me and asked if I was ok, shit yeah I was
better than ok, I wanted to do this a shitload. As I turned, Cal's eyes
fell to my cock and laughed, I looked down to see my still raging hard as a
rock boner waving before us. He said he thought he had taken good care of
that, I said "oh that, it happens lately when I'm really horned. Sometimes,
I have to jerk off in the shower right after I've fucked Jenny in order to
get dressed to come to work in the morning, not that I'm complaining. Sex
is sex, whether alone or with someone else. Someone else is better but a
hand job session is not too bad in the hot shower in the morning, and
thankfully I have a bathroom off my office for those really tough days. Cal
cracked up on that one and said he thought he had drained my jock balls but
that he was never one to leave a job half done. I wondered what he had in
mind and before I could say anything Cal walked back into the den and layed
down in front of the fireplace. I stood there contemplating what had
transpired so far and stroked my rock hard cock and felt really ok with
what I had just done and wondered what hot thing my hunky macho buds had
planned for me next.

When I walked in the den Cal was laying on the floor. Next to him was a
condom and a tube of lube which Buzzy picked up and began to rub around
Cal's asshole. Cal looked up and asked how I liked fucking and I answered
that until his head job it had been a favorite thing to do at least twice a
day. He said I hear you like to get sorta rough when you fuck and I
answered that with this jock horse cock I had had to restrain my rough
riding some days. He rolled over on his back and pulled his muscular legs
up to his hairy chest and said that his asshole could take anything I could
dish out and said, that after fucking jock ass, pussy would be my second
choice to plow. I had to admit to myself that I had caught myself sometimes
looking at a guys firm muscled asses and wondered what it would be like to
fuck the living dogshit out of one and felt a stirring in my cock and
laying in front of me was one of the hottest hardest jock asses I had ever
seen and I was about to taste my first piece of hard jock ass. I knelt down
on my knees and rolled a condom on with some help from Buzzy I spread some
lube on the end a guided my cock to Cal's waiting hot jock hairy ass. Cal
beared down and my cockhead entered with a hard push from me and a grunt
for Cal. Shit it was hot and tight. I started with a few short strokes with
just my cock head and a few inches in and out, going a little way more in
with each thrust/stroke. Cal worked his ass muscles and It felt like his
ass was sucking my cock in all by itself. The sensation was a new one to me
and after a few minutes of this Cal gave me the greenlight to give him all
8". With a hard push and a little straining I was all the way in Cal's hot
tight jock ass. Man, to think I could have been doing this with my buddies
all this time, I realized I had some make up a shitload of fucking due
me. I reached down and grabbed Cal's hard cock with my right hand and it
felt good in my hand, man, had I missed the heavy feel of jacking another
jock's cock. Cal asked/ordered me to fuck him and fuck him hard and I
started to go crazy. Grunting, long stroking, pushing all of my cock in his
tight ass to the hilt. My still heavy cum filled balls, which were hanging
down in the crack of Cal's ass felt like I could ram them in his ass with
ease. We fucked hard and fast for the next few minutes and I really wanted
this incredible feeling to last as long as possible and slowed the pace
down. Stopping at times to jack Cal's cock with my fist and play with his
hairy balls, nipples and chest. Buzzy came around behind Cal's head and
lowered his huge hairy jock balls into Eric's mouth while I continued
fucking the shit out of Cal. Buzzy's cock was inches from my face and I
leaned forward to take his jock cock into my mouth. Cool, this is really
cool, I found I liked the feeling of a heavy hot cock in my mouth and
against the back of my throat but could only take about 4" in before
gagging and stopping which wasn't too bad for my first try. Buzzy said he
was about to cum and wanted to know if I would be ok with it and I told him
"go for it jock dude". He started pumping his cock with his fist in front
of my face and let go with a massive load in my face, and on my chest and
Cal's face and chest below us. When the first spurts of Buzzy's jism hit
Cal's chest his dick grew in girth in my big right hand and erupted in a
rain of cum that caught us all in the face and chests. I figured it was
time to get down to some serious fucking and started to pound each long
stroke into Cal's hot ass. Cal haunched his ass up in the air and put his
big muscled legs around my waist and dug his heels into my hard jock ass to
pull me deeper into him with each thrust of my cock. Buzzy went around
behind me and started tonguing my ass. He licked down my ass crack untill
he reached my asshole and shoved his hard tongue into it as far as it would
go. After a few jabs with his tongue in my asshole I felt my jizm start to
sting and burn in my balls. I jammed my cock as far up Cal's ass and yelled
"HooYah!" and started cumming, spurt after hot spurt from my condomed
cock. So much cum that Buzzy noticed that it was squirting out backwards
out of the edge of the condom at the base of my cock and running down my
balls and dripping on Cal's asscrack. Buzzy licked it up which kept me
cumming again. When I had finished cumming my legs and ass muscles started
spasming and twitching and I laid down on Cal's chest with my upper body
and kissed him on the mouth shoving my tongue in as far as it would go. Cal
laughed and asked if the earth moved for me too this time and all I could
think of to say was "I love you man, that was the hottest fuck of my
life". Still laughing Cal said now It would be a good time to remove my
cock from his ass unless I intended to fuck him again or sleep locked
together like that. I said oh shit I'm sorry and started to pull my cock
out with a struggle. I sat there on my haunches, between Cal's legs for a
minute, stroking my cock with slow diliberate strokes. Buzzy brought back a
coupla towels and we started cleaning off Cal's, Mine and Buzzy's cum off
of the three of us.

Cal was the first to notice that my jock cock was still in the "I need to
fuck something mode" and was hard as steel. I asked him, "one more time for
old times sake?" and he said his ass had just been fucked raw by some
newbie shithead jock with 8" with a punch to my abs and said maybe later. I
turned around to Buzzy and with a wimpering puppy sound to my voice asked
if he was up for doing a buddy a favor. With that they laughed and said
they had created a "horned jock fuck monster" but that if I promised to be
gentle he would see if his ass could accomodate my jock cock. He prefers
em, 6" and under, but when he got a close look at my cock while it was
plowing Cal's ass while he licked my ass and balls, he thought he might
like to try it at least once, but didn't know I would recharge this soon.

His ground rules were simple enough. I laid on my back, and rolled on
another condom on my cock.Buzzy straddled my hairy chest with his knees in
my pits and handed his cock to my chin, rubbing it over my jaw, so I could
reach it and suck him for awhile while he got his nerve up and his cock
rock hard. Cal squirted some lube on his fingers and shoved two up Buzzy's
asshole while he tonged my stiff cock and jock balls. When Buzzy was ready,
he backed down my chest until the head of my cock was pushing at his
asshole. Cal grabbed my sheathed cock and pointed it straight up. Buzzy
lifted up and with one continous albeit slow move, completely sank my
entire jock cock to the hilt in his hot ass. His cock was trobbing on my
stomach so I began to stroke it with slow two fisted strokes while he sat
motionless with my cock impailed up his ass with his eyes closed. He began
with the muscle ass massage only this time faster than Cal had done on my
cock. Hope they would teach that to me one day. Buzzy began stroking on my
cock with his ass. If anything he was an even tighter and hotter ass than
Cal. Buzzy then did something that I wasn't expecting, he leaned back away
from me and laid back on my legs with my cock still in his ass. Since I was
laying with my legs together, my balls were squeezed between his hot hard
ass cheeks, sorta painful but an intense good feeling none the less. Buzzy
grabbed another condom and rolled it onto his cock. Not being a rocket
scientist I woundered what the fuck he planned to do with his condomed cock
staring me in the face and pointing to the ceiling. I didn't have to wait
long to find out. With Buzzy laying flat on his back on top of my straining
legs, Cal came over and straddled Buzzy's cock and sank it to the hilt in
his ass. Buzzy reached out his big arms to me and said "pull me up
bud". With a grunt I pulled them both up to a sitting position in my lap,
putting Cal's jock cock to within range of my hot mouth. I felt it was only
fair to return the favor by sucking his hardening jock cock, while I
drilled Buzzy's ass, while he drilled Cal's fresh jock fucked ass. With a
yell of "HooYah!" from Cal, I knew that I had done what I was supposed to
do. Every time Buzzy would pound down on my jock cock, my big jock balls
would get crushed by his hot ass cheeks while his balls would slap against
my straining rock hard abs. All my workouts at the gym had paid off for
this, I was able to buck up my two jock buds with a thrust of my hips and
create a ripple effect of driving my cock up Buzzy's ass and forcing his
cock up Cal's while forcing Cal's cock down my throat. It was like I was
sucking my own cock with each thrust of my hips. I knew I wasn't going to
last too long and after about 10 minutes animal grunts and loosing a
shitload of sweat and energy, Cal fired his load in my mouth face and
chest. Man, did it taste great. His cumming caused his ass muscles to
contract on Buzzy's cock causing him to shoot his jock cum load deep in
Cal's ass. I lost my concentration for a moment and they fell backwards as
I opened my straining legs. I lowered them all the way onto Buzzy's back
and in one motion thrust over them as I drilled deeper into Buzzy's hot
contracting cumming ass. The sensation was too much for me and I started
pumping load after hot load into his ass, pounding as hard and as deep as I
wanted too. The stud taking my cock could handle it so I just let it go. We
lay like that for a few minutes and I reflected on how hot I had found my
two best jock friends and how much I had always loved them when Buzzy spoke
first saying that his ass had never been pounded so hard and so deep and
that by the looks of things I could plow his ass and my choice of others
anytime I wanted it. He had decided I was going to make a good bisexual top
jock guy. I laughed and asked what the fuck a top was and he explained that
a top was the fucker jock and a bottom was the fuckee jock. I thought about
it a minute and said well just cause I like to pound ass doesn't mean that
I would mind a hot cock drilled up my ass and laughed that now wouldn't be
out of the question. Cal and Buzzy laughed and said "bud get your ass in
the cool water quick, because they had maxed the limit for the time
being". I was cool with that as I had had three of the best cums of my life
that night and looked forward to the future as a bisexual jock. When It
came to good hard sex I knew that my jock buddies would be happy to take
care of me and when I wanted romance and gentleness I had a hot pussy at
home that would accomadate me whenever I wanted.

We all got up and decided we all could use a midnight swim in the cold
water of the lake that night to cool off our stiff and sore muscles and
turned in for the rest of the evening. Man I slept the best I had in years,
no worries and an outlook that life had suddenly handed me an opportunity
that looked to be the solution to my constant state of horned jock.

We fucked and sucked each other for the rest of the weekend every chance we
got in every posible position. I don't know that I showed Cal and Buzzy any
new jock moves but I sure tried too.

We headed home monday afternoon to our wives and since I hadn't seen Jenny
for a week she was none the wiser when I pounded her pussy the hardest I
ever had, in fact she seemed like she wanted it as bad as i did for a
change. I performed a repeat performance the next morning which made me
late getting to the office. No need to jerk off in the shower that morning
which was cool. By the time I arrived at the office apparently Cal and
Buzzy had spread the word about the newbie bisex jock I had turned out to
be because about half of the stud jocks in the office gave me a wink and a
smile as I went through the office saying good morning to everyone. Whoa,
is every jock I know a bisexual or is it just my imagination?

I've continued to enjoy pussy and cock like there is no tomorrow for the
last year, with the buds in the office, congressmen friends, and a few buds
that became NAVY SEALs when they left the acadamy, some of them I will try
to put into this notebook when I have time between going for all the sex I
can stand from both sides of the gene pool. Straight guys don't know what
they are missing and gays guys don't either. If you haven't tried it don't
let a chance to be bi go by. Get the fuck off your ass and go for it, I'm
sure glad I did. Catch you hunky jocks later. HooYah!

Man of the House

Dan had been fucking his brother-in-law Ted's ass for about a year.
Access wasn't really a problem. Ted lived in the basement
apartment, where he'd lived even before Dan married Lynn, for the three
years he'd been in college. When Lynn wasn't home Dan could fuck Ted,
or they'd go for a ride together and Ted could suck Dan's cock while he
drove. Or when Lynn was sleeping, Dan would go down to Ted's room and
slide the full length of his 9 inch cock into Ted's hungry hole.
Things hadn't always been like this. At best they tolerated each other
in Lynn's house. But ever since Lynn left them alone for two weeks,
since they discovered that fucking was the one great thing they had in
common, nothing could stop them. Either of them.
When Lynn wanted to go back to work after having the baby, she
suggested having a baby sitter come in during the three nights each week
that she taught at night school. Instead Dan suggested hiring Ted to do
it, in exchange for his room and board. *He's 21,* Dan had said to
her. *Time he started earning his keep.* When Lynn protested that he'd
lived in her home rent free for years at her insistence, Dan relented,
and said they could pay Ted for his services. He suggested $100 a week,
and Lynn agreed. Lynn couldn't know that he'd been giving Ted easily
that much for months.
With Lynn out of the house Dan could fuck Ted more often. And he
He never felt any conflict about loving his wife and fucking her
brother, though of course Lynn didn't know a thing. After all, Dan did
his job. He earned enough money for them all. All he had ever wanted
to be was a provider. He did what a man does. Took care of his wife,
and kids, and now Ted. Protected them. And as with everything, Dan had
to be the best. To pay for providing for first one family and then two,
he worked hard --- through most of his vacations, and weekends too.
Until Ted, the rewards of Dan's life were in providing pleasure to
others. Fucking Ted was the great selfish pleasure in his own life.
Nothing else had ever felt so purely good. Nobody else had ever matched
Dan's sexual appetite, or could take it all and keep on going. Whenever
he wanted some ass he'd go down to the basement apartment where Ted
lived, and take it. He never had to worry about Ted's pleasure in it,
because Ted loved it all. Loved Dan's massive cock stuffed up his ass.
Or plunged down his throat.
Dan had never really had the time to spend with his kids he was
providing for, and since his first wife divorced him Dan saw even less
of his oldest kids. Since their mother remarried and moved to
California not at all. When his 18 year old, Scott, asked if he could
spend the summer with him, Dan was thrilled. The house would be a
little cramped, but he couldn't wait to have his boy live with him

* )

Lately things hadn't been so good. Sometimes after sex he'd sulk.
Or he'd get angry with Dan and avoid him. Ted wanted something, and
although Dan didn't know exactly what it was, he didn't think it was in
his power to give. Ted wanted something more. Maybe to stop getting
fucking by his sister's husband behind her back. Maybe to not share him
anymore. But what else could Dan do? Leave Lynn for him? No. As much
as he loved fucking boy ass, Dan wasn't gay. Wasn't and never would be.
Near the end of spring semester, Ted told Dan and Lynn he'd spend the
summer in Europe.
That night Dan came down to Ted's bedroom to try to dissuade him.
"I could use a break," Ted told him. "From everything. Besides,
your son is coming to visit. There'll be more room for him when I'm
gone. He can use my room."
Dan hated the thought of Ted being gone. In addition to missing
him, he hated the thought of Ted meeting someone in Europe, getting
fucked by someone else --- Ted's ass was his, after all. And the
thought of Ted getting fucked by someone else turned him on too. His
cock grew stiff, imagining a fat cock up Ted's ass. He kissed Ted's
lips tenderly, then guided the boy's face down to his erection.
The week before Ted left for Europe, Scott arrived. Picking him up
at the airport, Dan was stunned. His scrawny tow-headed boy had turned
into a handsome young man. The pearly-white hair that used to hang in
Scott's face in long clumps had been trimmed up to a fuzzy brush cut,
his gangly arms had filled out with visible muscle. Even though he was
about as slim in the hips and waist as he'd been at his scrawniest, his
shoulders were almost as broad as Dan's now. In appearance Scott took
after his mother and her family, their light coloring and lean bodies,
but there was some of Dan in him too. The best of both his parents in
fact. His face was right on the cusp between the sweet innocence of
youth and the predatory look of an adult male. Dan could hardly believe
"Look at you," he said, hugging his son tightly, "I hardly
recognized you!"
Scott shrugged.
Dan patted his shoulders, looked him up and down. "You've been
working out, or what? Where's my skinny kid?"
"Oh," said Scott, "y'know Michael is a coach...he kind of got be
going." Mike, Scott's step father. Dan's replacement.
"Well, good job," said Dan, trying to not think about another man
fathering his son. "You look great Scottie. I'm glad you're here."
While Dan was at work, Ted showed Scott around. Took him to the
gym, to a movie, a mall. Dan envied their time together, but he loved
seeing them together. His two beautiful boys. Ted was good looking, a
classic preppy with a beautiful face and body, lean and smooth. Scott
was striking, if only because of his coloring, which made his newly
muscled body look like sculpted marble. Two good looking young men,
buddies --- anyone who saw them might think they were fending off the
girls left and right, not knowing that Ted was getting fucked by his
brother in law, and that Scott never even had a girlfriend, too shy to
even approach a girl.
The night after Scott arrived, Dan was restless. Ted would be
leaving the next day. While everyone slept he got up out of bed, and
went to the bathroom. He thought of his son and the change that had
taken place in him, and looked at his own body in the mirror. He wasn't
a kid anymore, but what a hot fucking kid he once was. Prom King, voted
Most Popular, sports hero. His face, even at 39, was still handsome.
Always had been. A blunt nose, a solid manly jaw with a chin as flat
and broad as a man's hand, a full head of golden brown hair, just
graying at the temples, a trim dark mustache that made his almost pretty
face more masculine. His body had once been like Scott's. Trim,
athletic. He'd gained a hell of a lot of weight since then, but he
carried it. He was still muscular. Like one of those pro-wrestlers on
television. At the gym, other guys were alternately impressed and
intimidated by him. He stood 6'4", 225 pounds. Broad shoulders, beefy,
with rock hard biceps and thick forearms. His pecs were two slabs of
muscle, covered with golden brown fur except for the two pink nipples,
big as half dollars. He had a big but muscled belly, slim hips and a
high, firm ass. Big legs, obviously strong and sturdy. And a cock and
balls bigger than most. Big enough that none of the girls he'd been
with could take the whole thing comfortably. Not the way Ted did. Just
the thought of Ted made his dick spring up.
Dan put on a bathrobe and walked downstairs. He saw Scott there,
sleeping on the couch. Shirtless. His torso illuminated by the light
coming through the open window. He looked like an ancient sculpture,
firm and white, smooth except for the little pale hairs on his chest and
arms, silver in the moonlight.
Dan hurried down to Ted's room, who woke quickly. He was used to
Dan's late night visits.
Dan kissed him on his beautiful lips, ran his hands over his young
athletic body. He took Ted's cock in his mouth, and sucked him off
while he worked his own cock with his big hands. Ted ran his own
fingers through the dense fur on Dan's chest, caressed and pinched the
erect nipples there, and then came in Dan's mouth. As Dan swallowed the
load of semen, his own balls erupted and a load of cum sprayed onto his
furry belly in three blasts. As the last trace of his cum oozed out of
his cock, the taste of Ted's still in his mouth, Dan traced his fingers
over Ted's ass.
"Don't let anyone else have this," he said to Ted, as he had a few
times before. "Don't let anyone else fuck this ass."
"We'll talk about it later Dan, at the end of the summer."
The next day he and Lynn drove Ted to the airport. Lynn hugged her
brother goodbye, and then Dan did too. He put into Ted's hand a wad of
money. Whispered *Be good.*
As the plane lifted off, Lynn said to him "You didn't have to give
him any money. You already bought his rail pass."
"Ah, it was no big deal," Dan replied. He'd been giving Ted money
for the last year, though Lynn, of course, didn't know that.
"How much was it?" she asked.
"Not much," he answered. It was $1,000.
"You really like him, don't you?" Lynn asked. "I used to think
you'd never get along."
"He's a good kid," Dan said.
Lynn detected a flush of red in Dan's face, and thought he was
blushing by the admission of affection for another man. She didn't know
it was really because of the full erection in his pants, which he hoped
wasn't as evident as he thought it must be.
All the way home, Dan wished that he'd fucked Ted last night.

* )

Dan missed Ted more than he thought he would. He missed the sex.
He made love to Lynn, of course. She was his wife, after all. And he
enjoyed it. But he also missed the roughness of sex with a man, he
missed Ted's tight hole and the way he worshipped Dan's body. He missed
the intimacy with another man.
Scott's presence made it easier, and more difficult at the same
time. Easier in that Dan loved being with him, loved working out with
him, even just watching TV together. Easier in that it made Dan feel
good to slap his son's muscled shoulder, in the way men do. More
difficult in that hid handsome young face and chiseled body reminded Dan
daily of what he had lost for the summer, and maybe longer. Dan
couldn't help but look with some longing at his son's body, at his
perfect ass. The gym was the worst though --- the sight of Scott
peeling off his gym clothes from his pumped and sweaty body was almost
more than Dan could take. In the showers Dan couldn't help but notice
that his son seemed to have inherited his fathers fat long cock.
He worried a little about the feelings he had for his son, but felt
it was only natural to be turned on by a hot young body. Besides, Dan
wasn't gay. He just had a taste for ass, and it couldn't be helped that
the hottest young ass in sight belonged to his son. His son. The son
he made, provided for, loved, given half his being in fact. The lust he
felt was nothing he would act on, but it gave him an almost constant
erection when they were together. There was little to be done about it
-- masturbation was a poor substitute for an inviting asshole. And Ted
had spoiled Dan badly.
As the summer progressed, Dan became more obsessed with getting a
piece of ass. He stared at the bodies of the younger men at work. At
the gym he was distracted, and once let a 100 pound weight drop on the
floor, drawing the attention of all the muscled young men there. At
home his son Scott was a source of constant temptation. As the
temperature rose he wore less clothing, and Dan could swear that he
smelled sex on the boys exposed skin.
Late one night after work Dan found himself in the neighborhood of
the Cuff, a gay bar. He didn't know one gay bar from another, but he
knew this one because Ted had mentioned it. Without thinking much about
it he parked his car, and walked over to the bar. Inside he ordered a
beer. Stood at the bar.
Dan had been in enough bars in his lifetime, and didn't expect to
be much surprised by anything at The Cuff. But the sight of so many
men, and the smell of sexual desire filling the bar, was something he
couldn't have imagined. There were younger men, older men. Some bare
chested. A few in full cowboy gear. A lot of baseball caps. Men in
leather. Some took note of Dan, sized him up, others oblivious to him.
And one thing on all of their minds, at least those sober enough to
remember their intent: sex. Sex everywhere.
One younger man, with curly red hair made a space for himself at
the bar next to Dan. He looked into Dan's face and said "Hi."
"Hi," said Dan. Wondering what would happen next.
"Well aren't you butch," said the boy, "Mr. Tom of Finland
Dan said nothing. The word *faggot* ran through his head.
After a minute the red headed boy turned to talk to someone else.
What was Dan doing here? He could have fucked that boy, he
thought. But was it worth it? He and Ted never used condoms, because
they never fucked anyone else. Was he going to risk that? For a
faggot? No.
Dan hated boys like that one. He had seen some at the gym. They
could lift and press like a real man, but when they were done they'd
sashay away girls. Their gait. Their mannerisms.
Whispering and giggling. Their bodies were hard, but they were soft.
And no matter how hot their bodies were, nothing could have been a
bigger turn off for Dan. What a waste, he thought, of a good piece of
What Dan wanted was a man. A man's ass and mouth. A man's dick.
A man's attitude and voice. Someone like Ted, who although he was gay,
was...relaxed. Centered. Tough, in his way. A man, like Dan. Or
Dan decided to leave.
On his way out he noticed one man in particular. Big and beefy,
but slim in the hips. Although he couldn't see the man's face, from
behind he could have been Dan himself. Except for the clothes, of
course --- the man wore skin tight jeans, and a black leather harness.
He was leaning against a wall, and between him and the wall was a
slimmer young man. He sheltered the boy, with a proprietary stance. At
Predatory. Dan could tell that that man was going to enjoy some ass
tonight. *Lucky stiff,* thought Dan. Nearing the door he turned to get
a better look at the leather man, to see if he really looked all that
much like Dan after all. Right away he saw a mustache like his own,
but then was distracted by something else. Something light, almost
glowing. The boy's hair. The boy in jeans and a snug white t shirt,
under the leather man's muscled bicep. Scott. It was Scott the man was
talking to. Scott smiling sheepishly, a beer in his hand.
What was his son doing in a gay bar?
Dan wondered that for a whole half minute. Until the reality hit
him. Hard. Harder than the birth of his kids. Harder than the death
of his parents. Harder Scott's mother divorcing him. He felt his body
go away. Numbly, as if it wasn't his body at all anymore, he walked
over to his son, and the man. He had no idea what his body would do
"He's 18," Dan heard himself say. The leather man looked at him.
Fucking homo. Fuck with my son. Dan felt his hands. Fists. Heard his
heart thunder in his ears. Confused. Scott's face, terrified.
It was the fear in Scott's eyes that made Dan assert control over
"Come on," he said to the boy, "let's go." He turned his back,
fully expecting Scott to follow. Dan imagined the confusion on the face
of the leather man. Who had no idea how close he'd been to being
beaten. If Dan had looked at him once more he'd have done it. Smashed
his faggot face in.
Silence all the way to the car, and then inside. Start the car and
drive. Scott, small in the passenger seat.
"Put on your safety belt," Dan said, without thinking to do so.
Still on automatic.
"Dad...Dad I..."
Dan closed his eyes and nodded his head. "Stop," he said. "I
don't want to talk now."
Home. Lynn in bed already. Dan opened the door, and Scott want
straight down to his bedroom. Ted's room. Dan sat in the living room
and turned on the television. The volume was on, but he couldn't hear a
word. It just sounded like static. Numb all over. The vision of that
man, hovering over Scott, played in his mind again and again. And
Scott's smile. Stupid kid. Dan couldn't think. Couldn't feel anything
except for his jack hammer heart pounding blood through him.
On his way upstairs, to bed, he stopped. Unzipped his fly, and let
his erection bounce free. He spit into his hand, slid it over his thick
cock, sticky with a flood of pre-cum. He came almost instantly, only
distantly of what his own body and mind were doing.
He sat down. Alone, and blind in the darkness.

* )

At breakfast, Scott was quiet. Timid. But Dan was cheerful,
almost effusive. While Lynn washed breakfast dishes, Dan said he'd take
Scott out for a drive.
"You know I'm not gonna' kill you," Dan said, driving. He looked
over to his boy and smiled, affectionately.
"No. I don't know. You could've last night."
"Yeah. Yeah. I was pretty steamed. But I'm okay now. I love you
"I love you too Dad," Scott replied, in soft tones. His eyes were
bloodshot. His cheeks scarlet.
"I ought to ask you how you got into that bar, Scottie..." Dan
"I bought a fake ID," Scott interrupted.
"Okay. Yeah. Hell, I had one too at your age, so I can't hold it
against you."
" the did you find me? How did you know where I
"How? I followed you. I was worried about you so I followed
you." This was Dan's prepared lie. "But that's not important. See,
Scottie, you being at that bar...I figure a lot of this is my fault. I
wasn't around when you were little. Not enough. And then
lately...well, I wasn't much of a Dad to you."
"No...that's not it. Dad..."
"A boy needs a dad. Needs to see a man around. Y'know, when you
were little I'd take you out for a drive, just like this. Not going
anywhere. Just driving. At night mostly. Sometimes we'd be gone for
hours, and never say a word the whole time. Just coasting in the dark
with my boy. Your mom'd want to kill me by the time we got back. You
probably don't remember."
"Yes I do Dad. I remember one night when you drove so far that we
weren't even in the city anymore...out nowhere...and we got out of the
car, and you showed me the stars, and a big full moon. And I think I
fell asleep going home, I think."
Dan remembered that night too. Remembered thinking that his son's
hair was as white and bright as the full moon. Remembered carrying
Scott on his hip, his little legs straddled around Dan's waist.
Remembered feeling bigger than ever, more sure of himself than ever.
And kissing the glowing hair on top of his son's head.
"But Dad," he continued, "it's not that. Not about that."
"You don't know anything Scott. You're just a kid."
"I know that I'm gay, Dad."
"No, you're not."
"Yeah Dad, I am. One of the reasons I came out here this summer
was to tell you. I wanted to tell you face to face. And then I
chickened out, once I got here."
"I don't know Scott. What am I supposed to say here?"
"I don't know either, Dad. I thought...I hoped you'd be okay. You
know...after I met Ted, I figured..."
"What?" Dan asked, his voice unexpectedly rising. "After you met
Ted what?"
"Well he's gay...and he lives in the same house with you and all."
"He told you that? That he's gay?"
"I guess. I guess he didn't exactly HAVE to tell me. I guess we
both sort of knew. About each other."
"Ted's a good kid. But I always figure it's not too late for him.
He might change. You know. Get married. Have kids."
"I'm not going to, Dad. I'm not going to change."
In silence again, they rode on, aimlessly. Coasting in the
brilliant July heat, under a clear sky.

* )

When Lynn went shopping, Dan suggested she take Scott with her, to
help carry bags.
When they were gone, Dan turned on the light to Ted's bedroom,
Scott's room now, and went down the stairs. Opened drawers. Looked for
clues. Or evidence. Of what he didn't know exactly. There was little
conscious thought in this. Just instinct. Animal instinct.
He found dirty clothes. Jeans. T shirts. Socks ripe with gym
odor. In a drawer with clean clothes he found a box of condoms.
Opened. He checked the contents and found 12 condoms. The number it
came with, according to the box. Some magazines. Cassettes. Groups
Dan had never heard of. A notebook. Or something else. A journal.
Dan took it from the drawer and sat down to read it. A lot of
usual kid stuff. Pissed at his mother. Wanting privacy. Hating a
teacher. Sex. Worried that he jacks off too much. A crush on a
football player in his senior year. Working out so that men
will want him.
*At last the working out is paying off. Mike took my measurements, and
we were just blown away. I hated Mike for pushing me to do this, and
then I did it to impress him, and now I'm doing it because I see the
difference it is making. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I just
think I am so hot now. Sometimes I just think I'm a loser. But I see
that other guys notice too. They look at me now, the way I used to look
at all those assholes who didn't even know I was alive: Brian, Tony,
Nathan. Even Mike. There. I said it. And you-know-who too. Fuck,
sometimes I just feel like everything I do is for nothing.*
"Jesus," whispered Dan, as he flipped the pages, read more.
*I think I'm the unluckiest person alive. I met a guy today at the
park. Real cute. We jerked off together, in the bushes. I was so
scared we'd get caught, I don't know how I managed. I wanted to do
things, I don't know what, everything, but I was so scared. And scared
of AIDS too. So we just jerked off, and looked at each other. And I
know that he really got off looking at me. You could just tell. And he
was cute, but he wasn't the one I want. And no matter what I ever get
its not what I want. Who I want. You-know-who.*
And on.
*I finally talked to Dad today, and he said I could stay with him for
the summer. Scared to death now. I'm going to have to tell him. Not
everything. But some. And I have to stop thinking it will be more than
that. God, I'm so pathetic. But still, I'm looking forward to it. Dad
sent me a big check for graduation, and I went shopping right away.
Bought some music and stuff, and bought something special I've wanted
for a long time now --- but that's my little secret.*
And on.
*I've been here for two weeks, and I'm jerking off like a sex fiend.
Twice a day at least. I hate myself. I hate myself because I'm so
fucking sick. Everyone's so nice, but it's hard being here. Hard not
telling Dad, and that's the whole reason I came to start with. And the
other thing too. You-know-who. What's going to happen to me? Am I
going to spend the rest of my life like this, obsessing over someone
I'll never have? When I have a boyfriend, when I'm in love, when we
have sex will I still be thinking of HIM? Oh my God, what did I do to
deserve this?*
And on.
*I went to this bar last night, and I actually got in! There were so
many guys, and I could tell that some of them wanted me. But they're
never what I want. You-know-who. He's the only one I want, really.
And probably the only man I can't ever have. I'm looking so good right
now, I swear to God, I could probably get the President. But not him.*
Dan felt his shoulders tense up. A strange understanding was
coming over him.
*I was so stupid to come here. God, it's hard to see him and not touch
him. His chest and his ass and his dick. I want to suck them all.
Want to have his cock in me. He's hotter than I remembered. Or
imagined. Whatever. You-know-who. Just admit it. Dad. You sick
fucker, you want to have sex with your own father. You're sick. You're
evil. If Dad knew - it would kill him. Or he'd kill me. Or hate me.
I should kill myself, and get it over with. Put an end to my misery and
sickness and evil. I'm going to go back to that bar tonight, and I'm
going to find someone to go home with and I don't care what happens to
me I don't care what he does with me I just want to fuck someone and get
fucked or I'll go crazy. Whatever I get, I deserve it.*
Oh, Scott. What had Dan done, he wondered. His poor sweet,
beautiful kid.
Dan stood up to put the journal back in its place, and two photos
slid out of it onto the floor. Dan picked them up. One is of Dan, in
his high school wrestling uniform. Laughing. His young body as strong
and athletic as Scott's now, though not as polished. The other Dan too,
but only a few years ago, taken at their family trip to the beach. Dan
in swim trunks. Wet, they cling to the bulge of his genitals. He's
pumped, after a long swim, nipples hard, and the wet fur clings to his
chest and belly. There are greasy fingerprints on the photos. They've
been handled, often. There tiny faded spots, in spray patterns. From
Scott's cum, no doubt.
With a massive erection in Dan's pants, he nervously put the photos
back in the journal, and set the journal in its original spot. He
closed the dresser drawer and looked in the others. Nothing but clothes
and a small overnight bag. Almost an afterthought, Dan unzipped the
small green case. Men use them for shaving equipment and a toothbrush,
usually. But not Scott. In his case was a half empty bottle of lube,
and a long fat dildo. It must be used often, judging by the slight
brown discoloration on the tip of the head.
Dan lifted it out of the bag, and without thinking, lifted it to
his face, to smell it. Even his large hand barely wrapped around the
girth of it. In size and hardness it matched Dan's own penis, which was
throbbing. He could feel a wet splotch of pre-cum on his cotton briefs.
Dan unbuttoned his pants. Poured a small amount of the lube onto
the length of his dick.
"Oh fuck," he whispered, "oh fuck." He pressed the dildo to his
face. His lips. Opened his mouth slightly, and pressed his lips to the
shaft of the dildo. Tentatively, his tongue lapped at the side of it.
At the head, which had no doubt spread open his son's sphincter and
plunged deep into his ass. He closed his eyes, and the vision of his
beautiful blonde son would not leave his mind. As he was now, fully
male, lean and muscled, hungry, starved, for sex. He wrapped his lips
around the dildo head, and took it in his mouth, tasting the substance
which had been so deep inside Scott. He saw him as he was then, as a
boy, that day at the beach. He pressed the dildo head deeper, into his
throat, and sucked at it with an unexpected desperation. He remembered
the beach, carrying Scott across the sand that was too hot for his bare
feet. Remembered Scott's wiry torso pressed close against Dan's furry
chest, slick with suntan oil. Remembered the boys pale legs, wrapped
gratefully around Dan's waist. Then remembered feelings long forgotten,
from that moment. Remembered the beautiful blonde boy clinging to him,
and knowing that his virgin asshole was only inches away from Dan's fat
cock. Remembered the desire that welled up in him, the maddening lust,
to fuck his own son's young ass, to pump his cock in and out of it and
then fill it with his cum.
Without warning Dan's cock spat out thick globs of cum, in such
quantity and intensity that it hurt him. Wincing with pleasure and pain
both, he shuddered and his cock let loose a splatter of semen in the
open dresser drawer. Immediately he coughed out the length of the
dildo, choking and sniffling as he did. He took one of Scott's white
cotton tank tops from the drawer, the one which had received most of his
spilled cum, and used it to mop up the rest. As he did, he heard the
car pull up in the driveway.
Quickly, he crammed everything back into the dresser drawers,
closed them, went upstairs.

Trip To Reno

Hi, guys. A couple of weekends ago, I joined three guys from work for a
trip to Reno. We traveled in style in this monster GMC Suburban. Doubled
up in two rooms at the Nugget in Sparks. Now, you've got to understand
that this was a super-straight weekend for me ... although rooming with
Phil did make it difficult for this bi-guy to keep his libido focused on
pussy. Anyway, I have now been inside a Nevada cat-house. This was not a
spur of the moment thing. Phil, the guy with the Suburban and the 'alpha
male' of our adventure, began to talk up the whore-houses before we were on
the road 15 minutes. He's in his mid-30s, recently divorced, and if this
weekend is any indication, the most over-sexed guy I've ever known
... except for you, of course! Hey, I pale by comparison. Brad, about my
age, and Kurt, late 20s, got into the whole idea big time, only getting
cold feet as we drove up to this place east of Carson City. Me, I was
hesitant from the beginning but warmed up to it as the moment of truth
approached. I've never been with a prostitute before, so I was pretty
nervous. But I thought, hey, I got to write you a story. So, of course, I
gotta do this. With a major push from both Phil and me, Brad and Kurt
finally agreed to go in with us.

But first, you ask, why was it difficult rooming with Phil? Well, we were
all pretty tired by the time we made it to the hotel. We gambled for an
hour or so and Phil and Brad headed up to the rooms. Kurt and I stayed
down in the casino for another half hour, then headed up ourselves. When I
got to the room, Phil was just finishing a shower. I stripped down to my
briefs and was fussing with the TV remote when out he walked with this
uncut monster swinging between his beefy legs. It took more strength than
I thought I had to quickly pull my eyes away. I've never seen one that big
or thick. And it was fuckin' soft! Now Phil was all casual and proceeded
to walk around the room as he talked to me about our plans for the weekend
... including some more pressure on me about the going to the whore-house.
Oh, and he was scratching his arm-pits, his chest AND his balls. Well, I
finally fled to the bathroom to take a shower before I embarrassed myself
with the erection growing in my CKs. Now, I had been around a couple of
straight guys like Phil in college. Seemingly oblivious to the effect
their nakedness had on us bi or queer boys and quick to punch out (verbally
or actually) any guy who made the mistake of taking their teasing as the
real thing. Since this was someone I work with, I knew I had to be
careful. Well, my shower was a long one, so I could both jerk off and give
Phil time to get into bed and hopefully to sleepy-bye. No such luck. When
I emerged from the bathroom, the only light was from the TV. And there was
Phil lying on top of the covers, eyes plastered to the screen, stroking his
meat. "Hey, Dan, this is pretty hot," he said, not taking his eyes off the
TV. He had one of those cable soft porn things on. "Check out the boobs
on the blond," he added. I pulled the covers back on my bed and dropped
down on it. Phil just kept stroking. Well, no matter that I had just cum,
my clean briefs were showing rock-hard in just a few minutes. A few
minutes after that they were down below my knees as I joined Phil in his
jerk off to the TV images ... except, of course, my eyes were mostly on
Phil's hand action. Phil came first, using both hands, lifting his ass
high off the bed and spraying cum all over his body and face. Well, I was
quick after him. When I recovered, I found Phil staring at me. He grinned
and then got up to get us towels. "Didn't think you'd join me," he said as
he tossed me a towel. I said something like, "Couldn't let you have all
the fun." He thought that was real funny and flung his cum-soaked towel at
me. Then he crawled under his covers and turned off the TV. He was
quickly asleep. Me, I had his towel ...

Late Saturday afternoon we all piled into the Suburban and headed for the
cat-house. Phil and I quite literally had to push Brad and Kurt through
the door of the main house. It was really kind of funny. Then, there we
were in a large waiting area ... large, overstuffed couches and chairs,
thick carpet, Wild West theme pictures on the walls ... a number of young
woman looking up from reading or chatting ... all intently staring at us.
A very large, older woman (a lesbian, if ever I saw one) came right up to
us and asked us how she could help us. Phil took charge and before I knew
what was happening, I was parting with $125 and being lead out the back of
the house to a small cottage by Dana, a shapely blond in a cowgirl hat,
brown leather skirt (very short) and vest and thigh-high cowboy boots. To
be honest, I was more nervous than aroused as she guided me into a simple
room, one of several in the cottage. I could hear the moans and cries of
sex coming from a nearby room. I guess she picked up on my nervousness
because she launched into a "you must be new in town, cowboy" as she pulled
off my 49ers cap and began playing with my hair. Well, you know that a
good fantasy is right down my alley, so I played right along ... as this
kid on his first cattle drive, who was getting laid for the first time.

"You ever kiss a girl?" she cooed as she slipped off her vest, revealing
smallish breasts with large, dark nipples.

"Well, no, ma'am," I answered as she moved up to me and wrapped her arms
around my back, "unless ... unless you count my ma."

"I ain't gonna kiss you like your ma, boy," she responded just as she
placed her lips on mine.

I didn't stay in character very long ... I was kissing like a pro the
minute she eased her tongue into my mouth.

"Who taught you THAT?" she asked as soon as we broke for air.

"Well ... it WAS ... a long ... cattle drive ...," I answered, feigning an
embarrassed grin.

"Why you naughty, boy." She pulled my shirt out of my pants and off over
my head. "So ... was it your trail-boss or ... your horse?"

I started laughing and couldn't stop. Images of me with a horse rushed
through my head ... then Phil as a trail-boss. I was still giggling when
she started to work on my belt.

"You cowboys are all the same!" she scolded. "No woman around and you go
crazy. Don't think I don't know what happens out there. Clearly you been
broken in all wrong, boy. Well, you got a woman now. Get ready to learn a
few things."

Dana dropped to her knees and finished opening my pants and pulled them
down. I lifted my feet so she could take them off. She grasped the bulge
of my hard-on through my boxer-briefs.

"Pretty impressive, boy," she exclaimed, a hint of awe in her voice. (I
wondered if it was part of the act.) "Aren't these a bit too small for
you?" (You know me, always have worn them a size or two too small.) She
tugged on the waist-band.

"Well ... well, ma'am," I put on a good stutter here. "They belong to Brad
... you know ... this other cowboy ... or maybe it's Kurt ... or Phil ..."

"Don't say no more," she ordered with a shocked look. "I don't want to
hear no more." She started to pull the CKs down. I stopped her.

"Oh, you're not going to be shy, are you?" She used the scolding voice
again as she massaged my cock and balls through the soft cotton. I kept a
grip on the waist band. I felt her other hand slip up under the leg
opening of my boxer-briefs. Quickly she had her fingers wrapped around my

"Gotcha!" she exclaimed.

She rubbed the underside spot just below the crown. I moaned real loud.
God, it felt good. I let go of my CKs. A few moments later she was
pulling them down and slowly, very slowly taking my 7 inches into her mouth
and down her throat. We were right beside the bed, and while she sucked,
she guided me down onto my back and finished pulling off my underpants. I
started responding to her mouth quicker than I usually do. She sensed it
and expertly brought me close to cumming several times, each time easing
back just in time. She was driving me fuckin' crazy!!!

Then she was climbing on top of me. Still in her leather skirt, she
kneeled between my armpits. Under her skirt she was wearing red satin
panties. "Dana" was embroidered above the crotch.

"You want 'em, cowboy?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered and reached up under the skirt to pull them down. She
grabbed my wrists.

"No," she said. "Only if you use ... your teeth."

She let go of my wrists and I reached around her ass and pulled her crotch
to my face. The smell of her sex was strong and sweet, very sweet. I
tongued her panties, tracing the outline of her slit.

"Nice, cowboy, so nice," she moaned above me.

I got a hand up between her legs and pulled the crotch of her panties aside
and began to mouth her cunt. I found her clit and fondled it with my
tongue. She moaned even loader. After a few minutes, I shifted her onto
her back, stripped her of her skirt and proceeded to pull down her panties
with my teeth. I went back to work between her legs. I'm very oral with
my lovers, be it man or woman. I really get off on taking them as high as
I can. Dana really got into my attentions ... but I kept wondering if she
was acting or not ... no telling. Now with Alice, I KNOW for sure!!! But
I digress.

"Oh, fuck me, baby," she began crying out over and over.

Are my 90 minutes almost over? Really ... that's what ran through my mind.

Well, I had been masturbating all the while I was enjoying her cunt and was
leaking pre-cum like crazy. I rose up and lifted her legs. As I moved up
closer, she handed me a condom. I quickly slipped it on.

"God, you're so fuckin' big, Dan," she said, using my name for the first
time. "I want you so bad."

I slowly eased my cock into her, teasing her just like I do with whoever
I'm fucking ... giving her a little, then pulling out, then a little more.
Taking my time the way I like. Then I simply plunged into her deep and
hard. She let out a loud groan.

"Oh ... baby ... oh ... baby."

I fucked her hard for a few minutes, easing up only to keep myself from
cumming too quick. Sweat poured off our bodies, drenching the sheets.
Finally I couldn't hold it any longer and let my orgasm loose into her.
She came at the same time, jerking and bucking strongly under me. Whether
she was actually cumming or not didn't matter ... she did it real good. I
loved it. I pulled out and collapsed in exhaustion on top of her. Even
blacked out for a bit. She gently shook me awake and suggested we take a
shower. Now that was a nice way to finish up ... with her soaping me up
all over ... and giving me slow and easy jerk off. Yeah, twice. Sure felt
virile as I kissed her good-bye and left.

Not sure I'll ever do it again. The thoughts of whether she was just
acting or not were distracting. But I'm glad I did it. It was fun. As
was comparing stories and souvenir panties with the other guys on the way
back to Sparks. Phil regaled us with a very graphic description of his
tryst. I was amazed to find myself hardening again. I guess Phil isn't
the only one who's over-sexed, is he?

That night in the hotel room, Phil jacked off again to the porn station on
the TV. Maybe I'll fantasize a little and write up a story about he lured
me onto his bed to "help him out."

Warm Arizona Nights

Ever since Mark and I fucked that drunk chick together, I've been hung up on
wanting to fool around with
him. He was so hot driving his tool into her cunt, his ass muscles clinching
and relaxing as he thrust
himself in and out. He kept teasing her by pulling his cock out of her and
waiting for her to loudly beg for
him to put it back in. He was so focused on her that he didn't notice how I
stared at his throbbing dick,
slick with her juices, poised inches away from replunging into her sex. Oh,
God, how I wanted to reach
out and wrap my hand around his cock. When it was my turn to fuck her, I got
off on knowing that my
dick was plowing where his had just plowed and that his load of cum was there
inside her. While I was
busy with her, I caught Mark looking at me, and for a moment I thought he
wanted me, too. But I quickly
got rid of that idea. Mark into sex with a guy? No way ... not him! That was
just my fevered imagination
at work. Anyway, I got to see him naked and aroused and crying out as he came.
I figured I'd have to
settle for that and be happy with that much.

Well, now, Mark and I are not only best friends, we're also roommates. We have
our own rooms right
across from each other. The nights here in Arizona are usually very warm and
we keep our doors and
windows open to get whatever breeze may pass through. We both like to hang
around in our underpants -
- much cooler that way. Mark likes those full-cut white Jockeys. Me, I
alternate between CK boxer briefs
and the Jockey bikinis that come in those plastic tubes. One time I gave him a
bad time about wearing old
fashioned whites, and told him he should get into something with a little style
and color. I convinced him
to try wearing one of my bikinis--we're both 32s -- and gave him this red pair
with blue stripes. God, he
looked hot when he emerged from his shower the next morning. Late that
afternoon after classes, he
wandered into my room, back to wearing his Jockeys, and tossed the wadded up
bikini into my dirty
clothes corner. He complained about them being uncomfortable and said he'd
stick with his Jockeys.
When he left, I retrieved and examined the bikini. The pouch was really
stretched out and I found what
looked like dried cum. My excitement at that moment was nothing compared to
later when I changed into
that red bikini before going to bed. As I imagined Jeff's dick getting hard
and releasing his juices into my
bikini that very day, I rubbed myself through the stretched cotton to full
erection, finally unloading with
my own powerful orgasm. Hot, man!

By the way, from my bed I can see right into his room. The head of his bed is
up against the wall next to
the door. When he's lying there, I can see all but his head and shoulders.
Before the night with that
chick, I really didn't think much about his lying there so I could look at him
without his knowing. But
since that night, I look ... a lot. This one night I got up to piss. I was
about to head back into my room
when I stopped and looked into Mark's. He was lying on his back, the covers
pushed back, wearing
nothing but his Jockeys. I could see him real good, because the streetlight
outside his window cast light
into his room. I stood there in his doorway for a few minutes. God, he was
gorgeous. My dick began to
stir in my boxer briefs. He was sleeping very soundly.

I decided to risk getting a closer look. I stepped into his room and knelt
down beside his bed, less than an
arm's length from his mid-section. I let my eyes wander up and down his almost
naked body, focusing
mainly on the ample, unaroused genital bulge in his shorts. I could clearly
see the outline of his dick,
pointing toward me under the white cotton. Unable to help myself I reached out
and touched the waist
band with the tip of my index finger, letting it lightly trace along the
elastic. In my excitement I was now
fully erect but resisted for the moment reaching between my legs. I chanced
letting my finger brush up
against his hidden penis. He didn't move and his breathing remained deep and
steady. I touched his dick
again, this time lightly rubbing around the head. With my other hand I started
stroking the bone pushing
out in my briefs. At first I wasn't sure, but then it became obvious, very
obvious. Jeff's cock was starting
to grow. I began to freak out inside that he might wake up and find me fooling
around with his pecker.
But at the same time I couldn't tear my finger away as the bulge thickened and
lengthened under my
touch. It wasn't long before he was fully erect and the head of his cock was
pushing up against the Jockey
waist band. I placed the palm of my hand over the length of his shaft and felt
the heat of his arousal.

I had just lifted my hand when he moaned and moved. I recoiled in a panic,
certain that I was about to be
discovered. My heart pounding in my chest, I silently dropped to the floor on
my back. If he didn't come
fully awake, there was still a chance I could crawl out of his room without him
knowing. But what if he
got up to piss??? It was a platform bed, so I couldn't squeeze underneath to
hide. My once raging hard-
on was totally deflated. Frozen to the spot, I waited for the inevitable,
certain I was about to be totally,
thoroughly humiliated. What the fuck would I tell him when he demanded to know
what I was doing
there? My mind raced for some plausible response but none came. I had seen
him lose his temper once
and it wasn't pretty. Friend or not, I just knew he'd beat the shit out me. I
heard him shift about. This is
it, I thought.

But he didn't climb out of bed. Instead I saw his hand reach over to grab a
lotion bottle from the bed
stand. I heard him squeezing the plastic bottle. Then the sound of hand
jacking cock. After a few
minutes of steadily increasing movement, he began moaning. Then I heard him
start to whisper. "Give it
to me ... slam it in ... ohhhhh ... don't stop ... don't stop, dude ..." I
couldn't believe my ears. Good God,
was he fantasizing about being fucked??? Who's this "dude"??? These thoughts
were interrupted by his
louder moans. Over the edge of the bed above me, I saw him lift his ass and
arch his back. His Jockeys
were down at mid thigh. He was jerking himself fast now. And he was fuckin
close. I stared up in
amazement at the show my best friend was unknowingly giving me. Then he
suddenly froze. A moment
... then another ... then shot after shot of cum rocketed out of his cock. I
counted six before he collapsed
back down onto the bed with a low, pleasurable moan. Then all was quiet.

To say the least, my cock was now raging once again, but I didn't dare touch
myself. I waited and waited
and waited. Jeff's breathing became deep and regular again. I finally decided
that he was sound asleep
again and that it was safe for me to move. I rose up onto my knees and looked
at him. On his back, his
arm across his face, his briefs were still down, his spent penis lying there
across his hip. I could see the
remains of his orgasm all over his belly and chest. Not wanting to take any
further chances, I quickly rose
up and retreated to my own room. As I pulled my erection out the fly of my
boxer briefs and began my
own masturbation, I fantasized that I was Jeff's "dude" plunging my long, thick
pole deep into his
upturned, tight ass. But it's when I thought of kissing him that I went over
the edge and sent my own
juices out into the air and all over my stomach, briefs and fist.

Beginning the very next night and almost every night after that, after we'd
both turned out our lights for
the night, Mark would masturbate with his door open. Now before this, he'd
always shut his door for
awhile after he went to bed. Sometimes I heard him opening it again a little
later; other times I found it
open when I got up to piss in the middle of the night. I sort of knew what he
was doing, and that's when I
did it, too. Since his door was closed, I never bothered to close mine. I
also think part of me was excited
by the remote possibility that Mark might suddenly open his door and catch me
whacking away.

So ... it was a surprise when he started keeping his door open. A pleasant
surprise, to say the least, given
my secret bedside experience with him. But then I began wondering. Was it
really a secret? Did he
know I was there that night? Was he letting me know that I am this "dude" guy?
More and more I began
to think that the timing of his new "open door" policy was directly related to
my nocturnal visit to his
bedside. He was letting me know that he was interested in fooling around ...
wasn't he? And what about
those times when he made such a big deal about me looking like a mix of Brad
Pitt and Jean Claude Van
Dam? Was he really telling me that he was hot for me? Fuck, maybe he's just
scared of ME beating the
shit out of HIM. I know I don't look or act like some faggot, and he knows I'm
hot for any good looking
chick who comes my way. Maybe that's it. We're just two hunky, basically
straight dudes who can't
figure out how to walk across a hallway with a hard-on.

I went back and forth in my mind for days. One moment I was convincing myself
that he was inviting me
to make the move and my fantasies were flying sky high -- the next, certain
that it was all innocent and
coincidental on his part and that I'd end up with a bloodied nose and a lost
friendship if I dared act. I
began jerking off at the same time as him, my door also wide open. He couldn't
see me like I could see
him, but I made enough noise that he had to know that I was joining his jack
off. His moans became
louder each night. Mine did, too.

Finally, I just couldn't take it anymore. And before giving myself a chance to
talk myself out of it again, I
lifted my ass and pulled my CKs back up over my rock hard dick. I jumped up
off my bed and stepped
across THE HALLWAY. He must have heard me, because when I stopped in his
doorway, he was
looking up toward me. One hand was pushing down the front of his Jockeys, the
other was wrapped
around his cock. Then he gave me this big, wide grin. OK, no question about
it now. The only fists we'd
be exchanging would be wrapped around each other's dick.

I went and sat down on the edge of his bed. For a few moments the only
movement was Jeff's fist slowly
moving up and down his pole. We just sat there looking into each other's eyes.
I had the tremendous
urge to lean over and kiss him on the lips. But instead I traded his smile
with what I'm sure was a goofy
and somewhat embarrassed grin. Any sexual confidence I felt as a lady-killer
was replaced with giddy
nervousness. Then he moved his hand into my lap and started fondling my hard
cock through my shorts.
He'd hardly touched me when like a fuckin' horny 14 year old I leaned back with
a soft cry and shot off,
flooding the pouch of my boxer briefs in warm cum. "Jesus!" Mark exclaimed as
my generous load
soaked through the double layer of cotton all over his exploring fingers. He
was no more surprised than

But the surprises weren't over -- at least for Mark. I leaned over and pushed
his hand away from his cock
and pulled his Jockeys down off his hips. Then with one smooth movement I took
his manhood into my
mouth right down to his pubes. He gasped loudly above me. Long ago memories
of one of my mom's
boyfriends teaching me to suck dick flooded my mind as I began to expertly blow
my best friend. "Thank
God for ol' whatshisname," I thought. Jeff's cock was a perfect one for
sucking -- just the right length
and thickness, so that I could deep throat it perfectly. He was whimpering my
name over and over again
as I brought him close and then eased up to keep him from cumming as quickly as
I had. I realized, too,
that I was teasing him just like he did to that girl we shared. He was getting
close again and I started to
ease back. "No way, dude," he cried and grabbed my head. Three quick fucks
into my mouth and he
unloaded, filling me to overflowing with his wonderful, bitter cream.

I continued sucking him for a few minutes after his orgasm, feeling his whole
body relaxing along with
his penis. When I finally came up for air, I crawled up on top of him. His
eyes were wide and sparkling.
"Dude, huh?" I said before I planted my lips on his. Our kiss was long and

Getting Jason

I'll start out by saying that although I've had some sex experiences while
in college, (same guy on a few occassions), I've always considered myself
heterosexual. Sure I've had some 'thoughts of the other side,' but I
always pushed them out of my mind when I'd catch myself thinking about it.
Lately, I've found myself having full blown fantasies about sex with men.
It really started about two years ago. At first I'd feel guilty about
jacking off with these thoughts and visions in my head, but as they
started to become more frequent, I've dealt with the guilt pretty well,
until now.

On the few occassions since college when the oppurtunity to have sex with
another man has arisen, I'd find that removing myself from the 'situation'
was the best thing to do. That's also how I dealt with women. I'm married,
happily, for 20 years now, two kids, a son who's 19 and a daughter, 14,
and although I've had many oppurtunities to get pussy on the side, I never
have. I've got a sexy wife who still enjoys fucking as much as I do, and
although I do alot of looking, (hell, she does too), I've never taken it
any further than that. I've got a great family life. Some would call it
dull, and in a comfortable way,it is/was, but its not so comfortable

My wife and I, as well as our kids, have been close friends with another
family for more than 15 years now. Richard and I have worked in the same
office for a little over 17 years now. His wife and my own are like
sisters, and Richard has always been 'Uncle Rick' to our kids, and I'm
'Uncle John' to his three. We do the family vacation together most years,
spend time together on major holidays, and our kids have grown up
together. Rich's oldest son, Jason, and my oldest, had been the best of
friends until the two year age difference seemed to place a social wedge
between them.

Although they're still friends, we don't see Jason as often as we used to,
and now that I think about it, we don't even see our own damn kids that
much anymore. My oldest is into cars and Jason is into baseball. Star
player freshmen,sophmore and junior years, with more than a chance at
pro-ball down the road. We were all surprised that Jason had decided to go
on the family vacation with us all. My oldest boy had foregone these
outings 3 years ago, and I think we all expected for Jason to take his

We headed to the Pocono Mts, to an area that we were familiar with. The 10
days did us all good and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. It was while
we were camping that I started noticing things about Jason, things that
had me confused and aroused at the same time. My daughter had been 'in
love' with Jason since she was about 11 years old, and I couldn't say that
I blamed her. The kid had that 'all-American, mid-west, cornfed, healthy,
red blooded, young man' look. This summer had seen a major change in him
though. I know my wife noticed it, and I think she noticed it at the exact
same time that I did. We were at the campground and had just finished
setting up the tents and stuff, when someone mentioned going for a swim. I
remember sitting on the picnic table with my wife, waiting for everyone to
take turns entering the tents to change.

Jason climbed out of the tent that he had by himself, wearing a small pair
of cut off jean shorts. I know he saw me staring at him, before my wife
whispering 'damn' to me, brought me out of my 'studies'. I couldn't
believe how much this kid had matured! Hell, standing in front of me was a
man, physically anyway, and probably mental too. As he walked towards us,
I couldn't help but notice the hair on his chest, running down his
perfectly formed stomach, and into the top of his well packed shorts. I
asked my wife what she had said, although I knew what the comment was,
(she was still checking him out) before I moved my eyes down to his solid
thighs and crotch. When I raised my eyes to his, he was grinning at my
wife, I thought, until I caught a wink that was meant for me. Jason told
me to go ahead and use his tent to change, as my daughter was still in
ours. I thanked him and after asking my daughter to throw out my shorts, I
walked over to Jason's tent and climbed inside. The first thing I noticed
laying ontop of his sleeping bag was his jockstrap. I couldn't help it,
seeing him dressed only in a short pair of cutoffs had caused my dick to
become semi hard, and upon spotting his jock, I went completely stiff.

Without being conscious of it, I grabbed his jock strap and brought it to
my face, inhaling automatically. It was without a doubt, what he had been
wearing earlier. His young musky male smell was still there, and I wasn't
sure if it was my own breathing or not, but it still felt warm. As I
brought the jock away from my face to study it, I heard Jason's voice from
just outside the tent. His head entered the tent just as I threw his jock
over my shoulder. He looked at me for a second, and then after looking
over my shoulder, he handed me his watch and asked me to put it on his
pillow, 'next to my jockstrap.'

I felt my face burn red as he handed me his watch, 'This sucks ya know
it?" He asked me. "What's that?" I asked, turning around and finding that
I'd tossed his jock onto his pillow. Good, I thought, maybe he just thinks
that I was tossing it out of the way. "That the women are along, I mean if
it was just us guys, we'd say fuck the shorts huh?" I mumbled my agreement
as he placed his hand on my leg to help raise himself. I could have sworn
that I felt a squeeze as he did it, and without a doubt, I saw him pat his
ass as he turned around and headed back to the table to wait with the
others, glancing over his shoulder to catch me watching where his hand had
just been, and giving me another quick wink as his face broke out in a
smile. I closed the flap to the tent and shakily got into my shorts,
praying for my hardon to fade.

For the next 10 days I watched my wife and the rest of the women in the
campground oggle this guy. I received my own share of looks from these
women, but what I remember most are the looks that Jason seemd to give me
at times, almost like he knew what was going on in my head. I knew he
couldn't know, but he still kept me on edge. As the days passed, I found
myself wondering more and more if Jason had been actually coming on to me.
I mean Christ, here was this hot looking young shit, giving me what seemed
to be 'the eye,' when I knew that he had had more than his share of
girlfriends. My son had told me that Jason was known as what they call a
'whore dog' in school, and that had he been getting his share of 'tail,'
since he was about 14. It became obvious that Jason knew what he was doing
towards the end of our stay.

After playing horseshoes for a couple of hours, I decided to take a
shower. I had been in my stall for all of two minutes, stroking my cock
and thinking about the sight of Jason as he bent over in front of me to
pick up the horseshoes, when Jason said my name and opened the shower
curtain. There he stood, naked as the day he was born, sporting what
looked to be a half hard cock. As he looked down to check out my package,
I relaized that my hand was still wrapped around my stiff cock.

"Jesus, how can you do that in the water with out any soap? I'd rub myself
raw," he said, reaching down and giving his nuts a few pulls. I turned
away from him, pretending to rinse my hair off, once again praying that my
hard on would dissappear.

"Hey, sorry bout that 'Unc,' but I forgot my shampoo, and that's usually
what I use, ya know, when I......., can I borrow yours?" I told him sure,
and as I leaned over to grab the bottle off of the shower floor, Jason
stepped in and went for it at the same time. I felt his cock brush against
my ass and I immediately stood up, leaving the bottle where it now lay, on
it's side. Jason apolgized and knelt down to pick it up, and turning
around, came face to face with my raging cock.

"Goddamn, now I see where your son got his, Jesus!" He stood up and
apoligized, telling me that he wouldn't use much, 'shouldn't need it,'
he'd said, as he stepped out and giving my body a once over with his eyes,
he pulled the curtain shut.

Almost immediately I heard the shower next to mine start up. As nervous as
I was, my hand had once again returned to my throbbing dick, slowly
stroking it while I thought of the horny young man in the next shower,
obviously settling in to enjoy a quick jack off session for himself as
well. Just the idea that Jason was right there next to me (well, almost),
naked amd horny, was incredible. My nuts were aching to get off, but I
wanted to wait. I wanted to see him naked again. Maybe even watch him
stroke his dick. I couldn't stand it! I waited for another minute, and
silently slipped my head out of my shower, and slowly pulling the edge of
his curtain away from the divider, I crained my neck around and peered in.
Jason was looking me directly in the face, and as he had done to me, my
eyes lowered to his crotch. His hand was there alright, both of them. One
was stroking his, what looked to be about a 7 inch cock, while the other
was massaging his young nutsack, in the midst of a large pile of soap
suds. I knew that I stared a little too long when Jason laughed and asked
me 'if he could help me with anything.' I asked him if he had finished
with the shampoo, and to my surprise, Jason turned away from me, bending
over to grab the shampoo, exposing that hard muscled ass of his. With his
hands covered with suds, the bottle kept slipping from his grip, which
allowed me an even longer view of this guys incredible body.

By the time Jason had regained control of the bottle and had turned to
face me, I began to wonder if the fumbling had been on purpose. We both
then looked down at his cock, which appeared even larger now that there
were no suds covering it. Before Jason handed me the shampoo, I watched as
he poured some more onto his his raging hardon. He worked it in, and
started a lather going, while he looked back up at me and smiled. He
handed me the bottle, turned to the side, and after aiming the shower
spray away from himself, leaned against our shared wall and began to jerk
off. I stepped back into my own stall, and after aiming the shower head
away from me, I proceeded to pour shampoo onto my aching cock, and settled
myself against the same wall that Jason was leaning against. I didn't
stroke very long before I felt my orgasm beginning.

There was no more waiting now, I had to shoot my load before my balls
burst. As the cum began to boil itself up the lenght of my rod, I jammed a
soapy finger inside my asshole, (something that I had not done since I was
a teenager.) As my dick began to shoot what felt like a quart of cum, my
mind was filled with the hunky image of the naked ballplayer, not more
than a half a foot away from me, leaning his hard young body against the
shower wall and jerking off at the same time. As my orgasm subsided, and
the shaking racking my body began to ease, I heard a low moan from the
next shower, and I could only smile to myself, knowing that Jason had just
experienced the same thing.

Now I needed to get out of there and dressed, without having to face him,
somehow. With my horniness satisfied, the guilt began to creep in as
usual. I was a little unnerved at the thought that here I was, embarrassed
as hell about being caught jacking off by this young man, who was
practically my own son, (who , HAS caught me, and I him), when he didn't
seem to be the least bit ashamed that I had caught him. Hell, he had
started to to do it in front of me! I was just finishing drying off when I
heard Jason's shower turn off. Shit! I thought to myself. I turned my back
towards his direction as I slipped into my boxers.

"Man, I can't believe that you and dad wear those fucking things, may as
well freeball it if you ask me."

"What'd you say?" I asked, without turning around to face him.

"Those boxer shorts things. It's like your not wearing anything, ain't it?
I mean, it's like your freeballing anyway, right? So what's the point of
putting them on?" As I turned around, I knew that I had made a mistake. He
was standing there wearing only a pair of shower sandals, with his towel
wrapped around his wide shoulders. I felt my cock begin to stir again, and
sat down on the bench to try and hide it.

"What the hell is freeballing?" I asked, as I started to think of how I
was going to pull my jeans on without having to stand. Without looking in
his direction, I could tell that Jason had removed the towel from his
neck, and was drying the hair surrounding his dick. I couldn't believe
this shit. Not 5 minutes ago, I had just experienced one of the most
intense orgasms that I've felt in a long time, and I was getting hard

"Ya know, freeballin. When you don't wear anything underneath, you
freeball." Made sense I thought to myself, to call 'it' that, but I
wouldn't consider boxers being like that. I told him that there was a big

"I don't see how, unless you wear 'em real tight, and then you'd probably
be able to see everything anyway. The old man still wears 'em, and mom
hates it. She wants him to wear something else, but apparently he's a
'freeballer' too," he chuckled. I turned to ask him what he wore, when I
remembered his jock in the tent, and as I watched him pull on another one,
I could actually feel my cock throb. I quickly stood and pulled my jeans
up my legs. I'm not sure, but I think Jason stopped what he was doing and
eyed the tent in my boxers. As I zipped and buttoned, Jason had finished
pulling on his jockstrap, and was standing there watching me.

"And that's what you wear, huh?" I asked, nodding to the well packed pouch
between some incredible looking thighs. "Those fucking 'strings' don't
hide too much either."

"Yeah, I know," he grinned, stroking the meat encased in a sight I will
never forget, "It's why I wear 'em!" I had to laugh, and so did he. It
broke the ice, and for that, I will always be grateful to him. Instead of
making a bee line for the door as I had planned, I grabbed my gear and
walked to the nearby sinks, combing my hair, putting on a t-shirt, combing
my hair again, occasionally eyeing him in the mirror. We talked about my
son while he got dressed, and how much we both missed him not being here
with us, and how even the other kids had mentioned it. Jason said that he
loved spending time with us and our daughter, but that he and my boy had
had some really intense times when they'd camp, and just even 'around the
house', when they could get away from our daughter. It's the way he said
the word 'intense' that made me turn around and look at him, enjoying the
view of his chest as he pulled his shirt over his head. When his face
reappeared, he had what my wife called a 'tennagers smirk', across it. I
guess I had a questioning look on my face, because he told me ' to relax,
that he didn't think that it was anything that would 'shock' me,
especially not now', he said and then laughed as he shook his wet hair at
me, checked himself out in the mirror, giving me a wink as he did so, and
headed out the door.

I knew what he meant, about my son.... I had caught them one time, and to
this day, neither one of them know. I never told them, and never plan to.
Not even now. Back then I thought it was just a 'phase,' and now, well, it
just doesn't matter.

My cock was fully hard as I made my way to one of the stalls on the other
side of the room, choosing the furthest from the door, I lowered my jeans
to the floor, sat on the toilet and laid back, spreading my legs open,
playing with my chest under my shirt with one hand, while the other
wrapped itself around my leaking cock, and began to stroke, thinking of
them two together, and what they were doing to each other, with quick
visions of Jason's now well formed body, wet and hard in the shower,
stroking himself off while practically standing right next to me I should
have taken the shirt off, because when I shot my wad, it covered me. The
second time within 15 minutes! The orgasm didn't feel as intense as the
first, but judging by the amount of cum now covering a clean shirt, I must
not have shot off as much as it felt like, but then again, it all got
washed down the drain.

I pulled the t-shirt off and wadded it up into my towel with the rest of
the dirty clothes. After leaving the stall, something made me walk over to
the shower that Jason had used, and look in. I knew that I was looking for
some trace of his load, and pulling back the curtain, I smiled as I saw,
what at one time, had been thick ropes of his seed running from a good
height, down towards the floor. I lowered my head to a thick vein of his
cum running down, and tasted it. It was now cold, but tasted incredible!
The first time I had ever tasted another man's juice, and my actions kind
of repulsed me. What the fuck was happening to me?

As I enterd the campsite, everyone was saying how they had started to
think a wild animal had got me. I looked at Jason, still wearing the same
'smirk,' and thought to myself, 'Wild animal? Not quite, but very close.'


The rest of the vacation from that point on was not as hard as I had
thought it would be. Jason managed to keep the ice broken between us, and
I continued to watch him show off his body to my wife and the rest of the
women, or so they thought.

Two weeks before school was to begin, both for our daughter, and for our
son attending college away that fall, my wife took our daughter to see her
mother and aunts. Unfortunately : ) I couldn't get the time off from work,
so I would have the house to myself for at least a week, my oldest going
to the beach for a week, one last time before hitting the books. Jason had
been around on a few occassions, never staying long. Although it had been
more than a month, and he did say that he would be stopping by to say
goodbye to my son, on that first Sunday when I had the house to myself,
settled in with a few bourbons, lounging around the house in my new boxer
briefs that I had decided to buy myself, to the delight of the old lady as
well, I was stunned when he knocked on the door that evening. I grabbed an
old bathrobe of my son's off the stairs and wrapped it around me as best I
could, and answered the door.

"Hey Unc, you busy ? I figured you might be bored this weekend so I
stopped by," he said, slipping past me and into the front hallway.

"Uh.., no, I ain't doing nothing, quiet Sunday, you know, same old shit."

As Jason turned to face me I noticed that he held a paper bag in one hand.
"So what'dya got there Jas?" I asked, aware that just the sight of this
kid was having an effect on me. Stuffed into a tight pair of faded denims,
cut off sweatshirt and work boots, I was gonna have to be careful.

"Oh, this stuff," he grinned, holding the bag up, "just some stuff that I
borrowed from Terry and I wanted to return them before he split for
school. I'll run up and put this shit in his room, hold on, be right

"Naw, that's alright, I gotta go up and put some clothes on, I'll run it
up for you," I said, taking the bag from him and heading for the stairs.

"Hey, don't get dressed on my account Unc, I've pretty much seen
everything you've got anyway, what the hell?"

I knew what he was talking about, and although he said it laughing, I was
still embarrassed a little, remembering the time in the showers. I told
him to go on in the living room and that I'd be right down. When I reached
the top of the stairs, I opened the bag and looked inside. There were two,
what appeared to be blank video cassettes, and two jockstraps. I
immediately changed directions and headed for my bedroom. Before I had
closed the door, I had both jocks out of the bag and began to examine
them. My dick had begun to stir inside my boxer briefs, and when my hand
felt the wetness on one of the jocks, I immediatley became erect. Without
really thinking about it, I brought the wet strap to my face and inhaled
deeply. It was definately cum, now cold, but without a doubt, it was a
load of nut juice, and I knew that it was Jason's. I breathed deeply and
noticed that I had begun to shake. What the fuck was I doing? Checking out
another guy is one thing, maybe even throwing a few fantasies around was
not so bad, but sniffing a man's (or man/boy's) jockstrap was definately
over the line.

Why the fuck would Jason be bringing my son back two well worn jocks, and
one being covered with drying cum? Were these even Terry's Jocks? I sat on
the bed trying to collect my thoughts. What was Jason doing with my boy's
undergear anyway ? How long had he had them ? And why would he bring them
back like this ? I checked over both jocks and realized that the dry one
had my son's initials on it. I brought this one to my face as well, and
after realizing what I was doing, I shoved them both back into the bag.
Jesus Christ!!!! Now I was smelling my own son's jock! I was still shaking
but my cock had never felt so hard. My hand felt the tapes as I replaced
the jocks, and for a second, I wanted to check them out. If Jason had not
still been downstairs, I would have. I also felt an extremely strong urge
to wrap the still wet jock around my shaft and jerk off, but I knew that I
had to get back downstairs.

With my son's robe in one hand, and his? bag of 'stuff' in the other, I
opened my door and headed down the hallway. Standing there at the top of
the stairs was Jason. Here I am, standing in the hallway with a major
hardon poking out my briefs, and Jason knew, and he knew that I knew that
he knew, what I had been doing, or at least what had got me worked up. As
his eyes wandered down over my chest, I looked down to see the biggest wet
stain in the front of my gray boxer briefs that I could have ever produced
without actually blowing a nut.

"Jesus Unc, if you walk around like that, maybe you should stick to the
regular boxers, not as noticeable, know what I mean? Or maybe try one of
those in the bag, they seem to feel more comfortable the more you
'stretch' them out."

I stood there in disbelief as Jason slowly began to unzip his jeans,
revealing a pure white jockstrap, straining against what was packed inside
of it. My mouth went dry and my cock began to swell even more. I pushed
past him and entered my son's room, realizing that I had forgotten why I
had come there in the first place. It took what seemed like hours to
remember that I was there to return his robe and 'bag of stuff.' Childish
I know, but I walked to the window and pretended to look outside. I stood
there for at least a full five minutes, wishing like hell that I had my
bottle of bourbon upstairs with me. I didn't know how I was going to get
out of this one, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I was

What the fuck was Jason doing???????? He knew that he was getting a
reaction from me, I just didn't know if he was just fucking with me, or if
he was really interested. I dropped my son's stuff where I stood, and
turned around, ready to face off with this little fucker. He was nowhere to
be seen. Good, I thought, and headed downstairs. I went to the kitchen,
grabbed the fifth of bourbon off the counter, and made a pass through the
living room to make sure that Jason had left. No signs of him anywhere. I
felt relieved, but I gotta admit, I was frustrated as hell too. OK, I
thought to myself, apparently he knows that I've been checking him out, and
he's getting off on making me sport a boner whenever he's around. Fuck!
What if he's told his old man? "Yeah dad, he's always staring at me,
checking out my ass and shit, he even spied on me taking a shower when we
were camping."

I didn't really think that he'd say anything, it was just the state of
mind that I was in at the time I guess. I threw the lock on the front
door, turned the lights out, and with my bottle of bourbon and an already
full rock glass of the stuff, I headed up the stairs. I paused outside my
boy's room, debating on whether to grab the cum covered jock from the bag
and bring it in my room with me, when I heard what sounded like a grunt
coming from my bedroom. Upon enetering the doorway, there was Jason, on
his knees in the middle of my wife's and my bed, with his ass in the air,
still wearing that fucking jockstrap, and working a finger of one hand in
and out of his asshole. I was finally seeing that ass of his, and more of
it than I ever thought I would. My God, he looked incredible! What I
always thought of as a 'boys' ass, was anything but. I could spot a few
hairs around his finger, and a more than ample supply surrounding his
balls, but what surprised me the most was how strong his ass muscles
looked with his thighs spread like they were. I had always considerd his
thighs and legs a little too big for the rest of his body, but now I
understood. There was no way to have an ass like that without building his
legs up some. He continued to grunt as his finger worked its way up his
ass, sometimes holding his breath so long that I thought he'd pass out.
Now that I knew that he wanted to 'play,' I totally relaxed, but noticed
that I had begun to shake again. I drained the rock glass that I was
holding in one gulp, causing myself to choke a little. I immediately moved
my eyes up to Jason's head, pressed into my pillow, waiting for him to say
something. He didn't.

Jason lowered his shoulders onto the bed as well, and with his free hand,
reached under himself and started to stroke his cock. I sat both the glass
and the bottle on my wife's dresser and slipped off to my son's room to
retrieve the soaked jock. Upon reentering my bedroom, Jason finally turned
his head to me, and seeing the jock in my hand, he smiled. I moved to the
far wall and grabbed my wife's makeup chair and wheeled it to the foot of
the bed. Jason craned his neck to watch what I was doing. After realizing
that I just wanted a more 'comfortable and better view,' he returned his
head to its original position, buried into the pillow. I sat down onto the
stool, bringing the smelly jock to my face, watching this hot little
fucker work his asshole and cock over. After a few deep sniffs, and a few
light licks with my tongue across the damp pouch, Jason once again turned
his head back in my direction and told me 'to put it on.' I stood up and
peeled my now completely soaked briefs down my thighs, throwing them onto
the bed towards Jason's head. He looked to see what had landed on the bed,
and upon inspecting my precum soaked boxer briefs only inches from his
head, he relaeased the hand that was stroking his man/boy meat and grabbed
my shorts, quickly arranging them so that the soaked pouch was now where
he had been laying his face into the pillow.

I would have rather kept the jock over my face, but if this 'kid' was
willing to give me a show, the least I could do was to put on his/Terry's?
jock. It was definately a tight fit, but it had obviously been 'stretched'
out quite well, and after settling the wide band over my hips, I walked to
the dresser to retrieve my bottle, preparing to 'settle in and enjoy the

"Turn around for a second, huh Unc?" he more or less breathed, rather than
spoke. I took a long pull off of the bottle, and after checking out the
finger show that he was giving me once again, I obligized him and walked
to the head of the bed to give him a better look. My cock was harder than
it has been in many, many years, or so it felt, and if this guy was into
seeing other men in jockstraps (I could relate), I'd let him look all he
wanted. He stared at the stuffed jock for a few moments, and then said,
"No, I mean the other way, I wanna see your ass."

Without hesitation, I turned around, pressed my face against the wall and
took a few steps back, spreading my ass, my cock leaping in the jock as
the cool air became exposed to my asshole. Jason began to groan again, and
it was turning me on that this 'kid' actually was grooving on checking out
my ass. I dropped a hand between my thighs and started to run my middle
finger around and over my asshole.

"Oh yeah Unc, play with that hot asshole, yeah!!!!! Oh fuck, you look so
fucking good doing that. Showing me that man asshole, oh fuck yeah!!!
feels good huh?"

Had Jason not of said anything at that point, I may have continued playing
with myself, but hearing his voice had snapped me back to reality. Here I
was, pressed against the wall with my legs spread, working my asshole with
my finger like I hadn't done in years, and doing it for another guy to top
it all off. I pulled myself away from the wall, feeling embarrassed
without a doubt, but more so feeling out of control. As I slowly moved to
the foot of the bed, Jason, (unfortunately) rolled onto his back, sliding
himself up to lean against the headboard.

"You want me to leave?" he asked, opening his thighs to allow me another
glimpse of his asshole, slowly running his hands over his chest and lower
torso. I caught the smirk in his smile, and without missing a beat, I
watched as he raised a hand to his mouth, and after spitting onto his
finger tips, I stood there frozen as he lowered his hand and began to rub
those finger tips around his asshole. I pulled the chair away from the
foot of the bed a little and took my seat.

"No, you stay right there, right where you're at," I almost ordered him,
taking a long pull straight from the bottle before I sat it on the floor,
raised my legs to rest them on the footboard of the bed, and spread my
thighs, exposing what I've come to learn is the most sensitive part of my
body to him, smiling to myself as I noticed him scooting up to get a
better look. Jasons eyes were riveted between my legs as I slowly slid
down into the chair, aware that I was giving him the same view that he was
allowing me. I brought my hands from underneath my legs to my asshole, and
with the middle fingers of both hands, I began to spread my ass for him.

Jason scrambled to his knees, beginning to make his way for the end of the
bed. I shook my head at him and told him to lay back down. It was my turn
now. This little fucker had actaullay known what he was doing to me for
the past few years, and now it was my turn to lay it on him.

"You like what you're seeing huh? You like watching a man get himself
off?" I laughed, grabbing the bottle of bourbon from beneath the chair and
bringing it to my asshole, rubbing the neck and tip of it over and around
my hole. I grinned again as I heard a whine escape from his mouth, knowing
now that this little fucker had not been teasing all this time, but had
been giving me hints that he wanted to try out some 'male bonding' with an
older guy. As I brought the mouth of the bottle into contact with my
asshole, I could feel the alcohol begin to at first burn my hole, and then
slowly melt into a feeling of warmth and heat.Surprising myself, after
rubbing the shaft of the bottle along my ass crack, I watched Jasons eyes
as I brought the borbon to my mouth, encircling the neck with my lips, as
I guzzled from the bottle, noticing that he had returned his finger to his
young hole.

"I want to suck you Unc."

"What'd you say?" I asked, standing up, adjusting the jockstrap, and
feeling myself up.

Jason stood up, and slowly appproaching me, he reached out and cupped my
crotch, bringing his head to my chest and looking down to watch his hand
stroke my hardon through the jock pouch. His breathing had increased, and
I could feel and hear his gasp for breath as he proceeded to work my dick
over through the jock. I grabbed his head with my hands pulling his mouth
to mine, forcing my tounge inside. He began to whimper as I ate his mouth,
reaching around to grab my ass and trying to grind our crotches together.
This little fucker wanted man sex, and at that point, I resigned myself to
giving it to him.

After all these years of fantasizing about being with another man, the
time had finally come, and my nervousness only added to the intense
feelings that I was experiencing. I'll admit that I was nervous, maybe
even a little scared, but having this young stud wanting me as he did, I
knew that if I didn't allow this to happen, I would regret it for the rest
of my life. What we were doing was wrong, I knew that, but as his hands
pulled the cheeks of my ass apart, and his fingers began to slowly caress
my asshole, I also knew that I wanted this to happen. I removed my mouth
from his and stepped away from him, watching his eyes as he scanned my
body. Knowing that Jason was turned on my body really began to get to me,
and I was enjoying the fact that now I was the one doing the teasing. The
poor kid just stood there, looking sexy as hell, stroking his dick through
the jock while his eyes pleaded with me to let him touch me again.

I stripped the jockstrap off and walked to the bed, feeling his eyes
burning into my ass. I couldn't believe that here was the incredibly
handsome young man, the same young man who's ass had been in my thoughts
for a long time now, who had as much of a fascination with my ass as I did
with his. I lay down on the bed on my back, spreading my thighs and began
to slowly stroke my cock. It didn't take long before the precum began to
fill the piss slit, and I watched Jason intently as I gathered as much as
I could with my thumb, and brought it to my mouth, tasting my own juice.
Jason appraoched the side of the bed and quickly pulled his jock off,
exposing his hard meat to me. I reached out with one hand and gripped his
cock lightly, smiling to myself as I visibly seen him begin to shake. I
finally had my hand wrapped around another mans rod again, after too many
years, and I enjoyed the sight of this stud standing over me, watching me
stroke myself as I slowly frigged his cock.

"I want to taste you man, Oh God, I want to taste every fucking inch of
you," he more groaned than spoke."I can't believe how good you look laying
there like that," he mumbled, as he joined me on the bed, crawling between
my legs. He pulled my hand away from my cock, and replaced it with his
own, mumbling 'oh fuck,' as he did so, before lowering his face to my
crotch and inhaling deeply. He looked up at me for a second, allowing his
eyes to take in the sight of me before looking me in the eye and said,
"You're so fucking hot Uncle, I can't believe this."

I watched in awe as he lowered his open mouth over my leaking cock, taking
the first two thirds of inside. Instinctively, my hips slammed up to meet
his face, burying the rest of my dick into his mouth and down his throat.
He gagged almost immeditely, pulling back of of my cock for a second. I
apolgized, telling him that it had been a long time since I had seen
anything so hot looking. His eyes had begun to water, but he smiled and
said, "It's ok, my dad does the same thing sometimes, I like it like that,
I just wasn't ready for it."

"Dad?" I stammered, trying to swing my leg over his head and stand up, and
for some strange reason expecting to see Richard standing in the doorway
with murder in his eyes. Jason tried to hold me down, saying something
about 'relax,' but I was in a panic.

"Jason, get out of here, NOW!" I bellowed. Oh Christ what the fuck was I
doing? Dad? He had said dad, he said,"Dad does it sometimes." What the
fuck was he talking about? Oh fuck! Holy Fuck! I swear that in those few
moments, I saw my funeral. I saw the humiliation I had brought on my
family. I saw it all. This little fucker had set me up! I started pacing.
I mean, literally just walking around in circles, not knowing what to do.
Oh Christ! Oh shit! I couldn't think, I just kept pacing.

Finally, I realized that Jason was standing there, just standing there
looking at me, and he looked scared. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU LITTLE
BASTARD!!! JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!" I didn't know what to do. I think
even now, when I try and look back on it, that I contemplated packing. For
what I don't know, but as I saw it, my life was over. Why the fuck would
he do this to me? And why take it so far? Why go through with all of this
just to prove that I was nothing but a closet cock sucker? I sat down in
the chair, shaking, not knowing what to do. He said that Richard would do
what to me? Well no, he didn't say that Richard would do anything TO ME,
he said, "Dad does that sometimes too." Does what? What the fuck was going
on. I thought of blackmail (Jesus Christ this kid was like my own son!), I
thought about revenege, (for what I couldn't imagine), I just knew that I
had gone too far with this kid, all because I couldn't keep my fantasies
in my head where they'd been for all these years. I felt embarrassed,
ashamed, STUPID, and probably even hurt. My God what have I done? I
thought to myself, when I realized that someone had approached the
doorway. Oh fuck, Richard, I knew it was him. As I looked up to face him,
I realized that it was Jason, standing there, still looking scared.

"Just get out Jason, you made your point, now get out," I said, not
hollering, but sounding more like a beaten man more or less. He looked as
if he wanted to approach me, to say something... but it was like he wasn't
sure that he should. It's incredible, I thought to myself at the time,
there's no way I'd ever hurt this kid, as mad and upset as I am, I would
never hurt him. It was then that I looked at him, with probably what
looked like defeat in my eyes, that I noticed him standing there with a
video tape in his hand.

I know it sounds crazy now, but when I first saw it, all I could think of
was blackmail. He had me. He had me on fucking tape somehow, and my
stomach began to turn. I knew I was about to get sick, and I headed for my
bathroom. I didn't get sick, although I was praying for it. I looked at
myself in the mirror and looked away. I had fucked up in a major way, and
there was no way to get out of it. What could I say?---- 'We'll Jesus
Richard, I mean here your kid is, showing off his body to me and everybody
else constantly, giving me looks, literally acting as if he wanted
something from me. What was I supposed to do? Christ man, I was flattered
is all. You've never spotted some guy on the street before, and just for a
second or two... wondered what it would be like to bed him? I mean, just
for a second? Wondered what it would be like? He's a goodlookin' kid
Richard, and he knows it. My fault for letting my ego and my cock go
crazy, but anybody his age showing interest in me, guy or girl, just kinda
gets me going.------ No, something told me that that wouldn't fly to well
with his old man.

I did the cold water splash deal on the face, wrapped a towel around
myself and walked back into the bedroom. From where I was, I could see
Jason standing just outside the doorway of the bedroom, pressed against
the wall. He was still naked, but he had his clothes in his hand.

"So, who's the tape for Jas? Your old man, the cops, my wife, WHO?!" I
said, almost enjoying the fact that he was once again scared.

"It's for you, I mean Terry.... I mean.. I don't know, for all of us I
guess. Terry or dad would flip if they knew that I brought them over, but
I don't know, I just thought that maybe... I mean after... after, well,
you know, I thought you were interested. Now I know that you just wanted
to see if I'd suck your dick. Well Unc, I would, and so would both of
them.." he said as he pointed behind me. My skin crawled as I turned
around, not knowing at this point who to expect to be standing there, only
to find nobody there.. And then I saw that the TV was on. And on the
screen was my son Terry, fucking Richard in the ass. They were in what I
guessed to be Richard's or Jason's bedroom, Richard on his knees, not
looking at the camera, but somewhere a little above it, and my son,
kneeling behind him, looking directly into the lens, with a sneer on his
face as he pounded into the older man beneath him...