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  • Dads and sons

    • They were lying in the back of the pickup on an old mattress, naked to the warm, autumn sun, with long ropes of come streaked across their muscular bodies. The boy, a muscular teenager of eighteen, had a streak of come on his face that ran from high on his cheekbone to dangerously close to his mouth. "I'm going to hate to see this trip end," the older man said.

    "It's been one of the best weeks of my life," said the boy. "I'm glad you decided to take off work and go."

    The man laughed. "I wonder whose cornfield we're in."

    "Yeah, wouldn't he get a big shock if he decided to come back and check on his corn?" the boy said, laughing. There was a long, quiet but comfortable pause, and then the boy broke the silence, like a mallet hitting a gong. "Dad, is what we're doing wrong?" Jason asked.

    "Do you think it is?" Brian Goddard asked.

    "I did at first."

    "You should have told me."

    "I was afraid you would stop if I told you."

    "We would have till we talked about it,' Brian said. "But you didn't answer the question. You said you thought it was wrong at first. How about now?"

    "I'm past that now," Jason said. "I decided nothing so good could be wrong, no matter what anybody else thinks. Part of the problem was, I was doing such incredible and wonderful things with my dad and couldn't tell anybody about it. I couldn't talk to my friends about our great times."

    "I understand how you feel. I've wanted to shout it from the rooftop," Brian said.

    "I hate to see it end, but I need to get back in the gym before I turn to flab," Jason said.

    "Yeah, right," said Brian as he rolled onto his side and rubbed his hand down his son's abs, over the warm, sticky cum. "What a mess," Jason said.

    "Such a beautiful mess, though."

    "We need to climb over that fence and take a quick swim in that creek," Jason said. Brain stood up and pulled his son to his feet. "If we get arrested for anything, it's going to be trespassing," he said, laughing. Brian went down slowly on the last rep of squats. "Stand ready," he said to his son, who was spotting him.

    "You can do it," Jason told him.

    He watched the muscles in his thighs bulge mightily as he fought to control the downward motion. There was no relief at the bottom; he pushed right back up. The muscles in his thighs burned as he neared the top of the upward motion. He glanced at his son in the mirror and their eyes met.

    You can do itpush!" Jason barked.

    With one last burst of energy he straightened his legs and locked his knees and tightened his butt to complete the rep. Jason helped him place the barbell on the rack and he ducked out from under it.

    "Another personal best," Jason said proudly.

    "It was almost a personal disaster," Brian said.

    I'm going to do leg curls," Jason said.

    I'll be over to spot you," Brian told him. He picked up his towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead. That's some impressive weight." Brian looked around to see a tall, muscular guy about his own age straightening from the water fountain. "Thanks. I was beginning to have some doubts," Brian said. "I had to fight for the last rep."

    "You son, didn't have any doubts," the man said.

    "I haven't seen you here before, have I?" Brian asked.

    "We just moved here. I just went through a messy divorce and my son and I are starting over again, on our own. We usually work out together but he couldn't make it today."

    "How old is your son?" Brian asked.

    "Just eighteen. My name's Mike Wells, by the way."

    "Brian Goddard."

    As they shook hands Brian noticed that Mike was watching Jason walking around the machine before his second set. "Is that your real son?" Mike asked.

    "Yes," Brain said with a bit of a scowl. He was bewildered at the man's question. Why wouldn't he think Jason was his real son? And what difference did it make?

    "He's really well built," Mike said.

    "He works at it," Brian said, trying not to sound surly. He couldn't read the guy.

    "He's got legs that could move a tank," Mike said.

    "He's always had strong legs, even as a little boy. It's his favorite body part to work." Jason had finished his second set and was walking toward them.

    "My son is in damn good shape, but he's not built as well as your boy. He's got it in his head that he wants to try competing in a bodybuilding contest. Maybe your son could give him a few pointers."

    "I'm sure he would be glad to," Brian said.

    Jason went to the water fountain and walked up to the two men. "Jason, this is Mike Wells. He and his son just moved to Indy."

    "Good to meet you, sir," Jason said, the first to put his hand out.

    "Good to meet you," Mike said, letting his eyes rake up and down the boy's muscular body.

    Jason didn't linger. "One more set, dad, and then I need you to spot me," he said and headed back to the leg machine.

    "Hey, I apologize for the way I asked if he was your son," Mike said.

    "I thought it was an odd way of asking," Brian said.

    "And out of line. Again, I apologize."

    "One apology is enough," Brian told him.

    "Well, you never know," Mike said.

    "What do you mean?" Brian asked.

    "It wouldn't be the first time a man and boy pretended to be father and son," Mike said. Jason had finished his second set and was pacing during a short rest before tackling the really heavy weight.

    "He needs me to spot him," Brian said as he moved to walk away.

    "I'll see you," Mike said.

    At supper that night, Brian told Jason about what he had told Mike. "I told him you would give his son some pointers," Brian said

    "Dad, I don't even know the guy. And you know how I feel about a workout partner. If I need one, you're there."

    "I didn't volunteer you as a workout partner. Mike saw the way you were built and thought you could give him some pointers--he's wanting to compete."

    "Oh. Well, I guess I could keep an eye on him and give him some pointers," Jason said. Brian laughed.

    "What's so funny?

    "The way you changed your tune when I told you he was a bodybuilder."

    "After seeing his dad, I don't know if I need to meet his son," Jason joked.

    "Well, you've said several times how great it would be if we could find another dad and son team. I'm thinking maybe we've found one." "No kidding! That would be great. But what makes you think so?" Jason asked.

    "Something he said. He asked me if you were my real son."

    "Well, I am," Jason said.

    "It was the way he asked it. Normally, you would ask, is that your son."

    "How are we going to find out?" Jason asked.

    "I'll pursue it," Brian said. "I've got an opening line in mind. Next time I see him at the gym I'm going to ask him if Todd is his real son. That should open the lines of communication again, along the same track he was on."

    When they went into the gym the next evening, Mike and his son were already working out when Brian and Jason came in. Mike saw them and smiled and waved as he pointed them out to his son. Brian waved back and they went into the locker room to change.

    "His son's not bad," Jason said.

    "So you'll give him some pointers?" Brian asked.

    "I'll teach him anything he wants to know," Jason said with a grin. "Why don't you ask his dad if he wants me to give him some pointers."

    "Don't rush it," Brian said.

    Brian took it slow. It was dangerous territory, exposing their secret to a stranger. If Mike and Todd's situation wasn't what he though it was, he could be opening the door to real trouble--devastating, if the guy happened to be a cop. After all their conversations, he didn't know what the guy did for a living and he didn't remember telling Mike what he did. Mike was a construction worker, happy to be associated with a warehouse foreman. Over the next couple of weeks the four of them got to know each other. The two boys hit it off. So did Mike and Brian but it was more cautious and reserved. As he grew more confident, Brian invited Mike and Todd for a cookout.

    While Mike watched Brad cooking hamburgers over the grill, Jason took Todd out to show him the stable. "Maybe you would want to go riding sometime," Jason said.

    "I've never ridden a horse," Todd admited.

    "Don't tell the horse that," Jason said.

    The horse, Jack, was standing in his stall with his cock hanging out about two feet.

    "Geezuss! He reminds me of my dad," Todd said.

    "I started to laugh, but you sound serious," Jason said.

    "About half serious," Todd said, eyeing the animal's huge cock. "Yeah, at least half serious--maybe a little more." Jason didn't believe Todd's dad could be built even half as big as the horse but he didn't say it. He didn't want to call the kid a liar. At the grill, Brian was working up the courage to open the conversation once more. He told Mike to hand him another beer out of the cooler, and Mike got another for himself as well.

    "Is Todd your real son?" Brian asked as the boys were walking toward the barn.

    Mike gave him a knowing smile. "You know he is."

    "Well, you never know," Brian said, using Mike's line, "It wouldn't be the first time a guy pretended a boy was his son."

    "He is my real son," Mike said.

    "You couldn't deny him, he looks too much like you," Brian said.

    "Well, it's good you brought it up," Mike said.

    "Is it?"

    Mike chugged down his beer and got another one out of the cooler. He held it up, in a gesture of asking if it was okay. "You don't have to ask," Brian said.

    Mike opened the bottle and took a long swig. "I get the feeling we're dancing around on a pin. And I'm not a very good dancer," he said in an even tone.

    "Neither am I."

    "But I am a good father," Mike said. "No matter what else, I'm a damned good dad. So are you. I can tell by your relationship with Jason."

    "You're still dancing around he told him. "I think you know that my relationship with my son is more than being his dad."

    "Yeah, I thought so. I was hoping so, but it's great to know for sure. Thanks for having more balls than I've got in bringing it up," Mike said with a relieved smile.

    "So is it safe to assume that you and Todd have a similar relationship?" Brian asked.

    "That would be a safe assumption," Mike said.

    Brian put out his hand and Mike clasped it in a tight grip. "To fatherhood," he said, raising his beer.

    "Damn right." Their relief was obvious that it was out in the open. "I wonder if the boys know," Mike said.

    "I told Jason not to say anything. Not ever, not to anyone," Brian said.

    "I've told Todd the same thing. But you never know about a couple of teenagers."

    "I do," Brian said. "I know Jason."

    "Me, too. I know Todd would never say anything to anybody."

    "Jason's going to be happy as hell when he finds out. He's always wanted to find another dad and son team like us."

    "Are we going to tell them when they get back?" Mike asked.

    "No. I want to tell Jason myself, when we're alone. I wanta give it some time."

    "Damn don't torture me," Mike said with a grin. "At least give me a time frame."

    "I have to make sure he's okay with it. Really okay, when he finds out I've found someone. Do you guys like to camp?"

    "Yes."

    "Then how about we plan a camping trip, say next weekend," Brian said. "I'll tell Jason, you tell Todd and if it's a go, well, we'll see how things work out."

    "Great! All I gotta do is figure out how I'm going to last for a week," Mike said. "How long have you and Jason been making it together?"

    "A couple of years."

    "You guys are late bloomers," Mike said. "Four years for us," Mike said.

    Brian's looked at him wide-eyed, his mouth open. "How the hell did you get him started at that age?"

    "Well, it wasn't exactly me that got it started," Mike said with a smile. "From about the time he started getting hair around his dick, he's been the horniest little fucker I ever seen. I caught him jacking off one time and he was so embarrassed he almost cried. I set down and made him know it was all right. I wasn't mad or disappointed or anything and that it was a perfectly natural thing to do."

    "I had a similar experience with Jason," Brian said.

    "I caught him several more times after that. I swear, I think the boy was jacking off three times a day. In our little talk I forgot to mention the part about not letting it become a habit. But, hell, that's a lot of bullshit anyway. A stiff cock makes its own habits. Anyway, the next time I caught him, he didn't even stop. He was so close and he kept right on pounding it till he shot off, all the time he was looking straight at me, right in my eyes. It was the weirdest thing."

    "What happened then?" Brian asked.

    "When he as done it was like he was back to being embarrassed again. There he lay with come all over him. He told me he was sorry but he just couldn't stop, and his eyes started welling up. He was still feeling guilty about it. I went and got a wash cloth and a towel and cleaned the come off of him and sat down and we had another little talk. I told him again that it was okay, it was nothing to be ashamed of and I stopped there. I didn't say anything about a habit. That's when he hit me between the eyes. He asked me if I jacked off."

    "Well, I never got hit with that question from Jason," Brian said, laughing. "What'd you say?"

    "I told him the truth. Hell, he would've figured out I was lying. It's a no-brainer. I've never seen such a relieved look on a boy's face. It was like a whole heavy load had been lifted from his shoulders. But that's not what he hit you between the eyes with." Mike laughed, remembering. "It was the damnedest thing. He asked me if I thought I might want to jack off together. I was so stunned I couldn't even say anything for a minute. Well, as you know, at that age their cocks never go down, and his was still bone hard and he was trying to cover it with the corner of the sheet. He pulled the sheet off real slow so I would see it. Then said he was ready again if I wanted to."

    "Did you?"

    Mike sighed, nodding his head. "Yeah. It was probably the most difficult decision I ever made. I could either get up and walk out of his room and make him feel more guilty and ashamed, or I could do it and make us both happy."

    "So you had these feelings for him before that," Brian said.

    "Yeah, but I was able to suppress them," Mike replied. "It's hard to hide your feelings from a twelve-year-old, though, when he's looked into your soul."

    "I'll tell you about me and Jason sometime," Brian said quietly as the boys approached. "Hey, guys, we've just been talking about going on a camping trip. How about it?"

    "Great!" Todd exclaimed.

    "Yeah, that would be great, Dad." Jason agreed.

    Brian told Jason about his conversation with Mike as they were cleaning up after Mike and Todd had left. Todd was happy as hell. "Is that what the camping trip is all about?" he asked anxiously.

    "We'll see what develops. We left it at that," Brian said.

    "You know what's going to develop, dad."

    "Well, we don't really know them yet," Brian cautioned.

    "But we're going to get acquainted, right? Really acquainted."

    "We can hope," Brian said.

    "I can hardly wait! I can't wait to talk to Todd."

    "Wait a minute. You and Todd can't talk about this at the gym or any place else in public," Brian warned.

    "Okay."

    "Listen, Jasonyou, uhyou know Mike's going to want to fuck you."

    "Did he say that?" Jason asked.

    "Not in so many words. But look at you. Look at your butt. It's a no-brainer."

    "Damn, dad, I don't know," Jason began with a concerned look. "When we were out in the stable, the horse had his dick hanging out and Todd said he reminded him of his dad."

    "So, he's hung like a horse, since when was that a turn-off for you?" Brian chided him.

    "No, I mean really like a horse. I thought he was just saying it, but he was serious. Half serious, he said, making it sound like his dad was half as big as the horse." "I'm sure he was exaggerating, just bragging on his dad. You don't have to do it," Brian said.

    "Will you be mad if I did?" Jason asked.

    "No, of course not. Just know that I'll be there with you. He won't make you do anything you don't want to do." Brian and Jason were used to camping light and primitive, carrying only sleeping bags and food and water. Mike had a four-man tent. Brian wondered if he'd bought it especially for this trip.

    "It's light weight, easy to carry. The trick is finding a level spot up in the hill country," Mike told him.

    They hiked up the steep trails for over an hour, Mike shouldering the tent while Brian carried the food and two sleeping bags; the only two they brought. They left the boys to travel light so they could go off the trail and explore on the way up.

    "The boys are getting along great," Mike said.

    "Jason says Todd is coming along great with his workouts."


    "Todd appreciates his help. He talks about him all the time. He's really excited about competing," Mike said. "Even if he doesn't compete, he just wants to look like Jason."

    "Your boy's got ever thing it takes--the determination and desire, and the genes."

    Mike glanced at him with a grin. "I think I'm going to take that as a compliment," he said. Just then the boys appeared on the trail ahead of them, laughing and punching playfully at each other.

    "They look sexy as hell in their shorts and no shirts and those belts with the canteens bouncing against their butts," Mike said. Brian smiled his agreement but didn't say anything. "I get the feeling you're still not comfortable with this. Are you?" Mike said.

    "I'm a little uneasy," Brian admitted. What Jason said about the horse was still lingering in the back of his mind and he wanted to ask him how big he really was. "If you don't want me to do it, I won't," Mike said in an even tone.

    Brian gave him a scowling look. "Do what?" he asked.

    "I thought you would've caught on by now," Mike said. "I want to fuck your son in the worst way. But not if you don't want me to."

    "That's Todd's call, but he'll see you as a challenge to him, and he never backs down from a challenge," Brian said.

    "I wish I could say the same for Todd. He can't handle me very well. You're wouldn't be a piece of cake for him. From what I've seen in the showers, you look like you'd be pretty thick."

    "But Jason can take me. You're saying Todd can't handle you?"

    "He takes only what he can handle. Hell, I'm not going to rape your son," Mike said.

    "How're we going to do this?" he asked then.

    "You and Todd go for a hike while I take Jason and..."

    "No. I told Jason I would be there with him," Brian said.

    Mike grinned. "You wanta watch?"

    Brian was a little embarrassed. "Maybe it would be better if you and I teamed up this trip and let the two boys team up together," he said.

    "I can go for that with no problem at all," Mike said with a leering grin "But you know it ain't gonna end up that way. Hell, how come we're father and son teams in the first place?"

    "Yeah," Brian said nodding. "Yeah, you're probably right."

    "I know I'm right. Hell, the boys are probably up there talking about the same thing." They climbed well up into the wooded hills they stopped. "I think we're up far enough so we won't be disturbed," Mike said as he shrugged the back pack off his shoulders.

    "The only other creature that's going to climb this high is a bear," said Brian.

    "Let's see if we can find a spot for the tent."

    They turned off the path and made their way through the thicker brush till they found well-hidden thicket with a clearing big enough for the tent. Mike and Todd set the tent up while Brian and Jason set about making supper. Jason kept looking at Todd and his dad, then at Brian, with a questioning look on his face. Brian smiled but didn't confirm anything. During supper the conversation was friendly but casual. Mike made a couple of innuendos but Brian didn't pick up on them and they died. After supper the two boys went down to a small lake to go swimming. Halfway there they stopped and stripped off all their clothes.

    "Damn, would you look at those two butts!" Mike exclaimed under his breath.

    "Yeah, they are two fine looking specimens," Brian agreed. He still had an uneasy feeling, though. Mike seemed too anxious; even determined. He struck Brian as a guy who went after what he wanted, a trait he admired except that he was wanting his son. "How far have you taken it with Jason?" Mike asked.

    "Pretty much all the way. How about you and Todd?"

    "There's not much we haven't tried. Do you fuck him?" he asked.

    "Yes."

    "And he fucks you?"

    "Yeah. How about you and Todd?"

    "Like I said, there's not much we haven't tried," Mike replied.

    "Look, I don't know what might happen on this trip, but I want you to take it slow and easy with Jason," Brian said.

    "Sure. You do the same with Todd, okay?" "Of course. It's just that I've seen you in the shower and putting all things in perspective"

    "For a guy with a hunk like Jason for a son, you worry a lot," Mike said.

    "That's what I do," Brian said. Then he said, "Can I ask you something?"

    "Just don't get personal," Mike said, laughing.

    "It's very personal."

    "I figured that. Shoot."

    "How big are you?" Brian asked.

    "You don't want to know," Mike said.

    "Yeah, I do."

    "Pretty big."

    Brian looked at him, waiting for an answer.

    "Thirteen inches; a little more."

    "Geezusss! Todd wasn't kidding!"

    Mike glanced around with a quizzical look. "When the boys went out to the stable the other night Todd compared you with our horse," Brian said.

    "You know how kids are. My dad is bigger than your dad, my dad can beat up your dad," Mike scoffed.

    Brian got the impression that he was trying to sluff it off.

    "Jason's a big boy," Mike said. "Why don't we let him decide what he can handle?" Brian nodded. Yeah, maybe it was time to let go. Jason wanted this. He'd remarked often how great it would be to find another father and son team like themselves. Now that they'd found one, he didn't want to interfere and be too protective. He needed to be there for him, but nothing more. The two boys came out of the water and grabbed up their clothes and came up to the camp ground dripping wet. Their tanned, muscular bodies glistened in the soft light of dusk.


    "Would look at that. They look like two gods," Mike said.

    "You should have joined us," Todd said as they came up on the camp.

    "I'm all out of practice," Brian said.

    "Bullshit, dad, you swim like a fish." He turned to Todd. "He was a champion swimmer and diver in college."

    Mike looked at him. "You don't have a swimmer's build," he observed.

    "I got interested in weight lifting," Brian said.

    "Yeah, real interested, I'd say," Mike said. Then he shoved himself up from the log he was reclining on. "I don't know about you guys but I'm ready to call it a day," he said.

    "Yeah, me, too," Todd said.

    Brian looked at Todd, who was looking at him. He wasn't sure what he saw. Apprehension? Excitement? Fear? Maybe a little of all. The boy followed his dad into the tent and Brian followed him and Jason came in after him.

    The sleeping bags had been spread out to cover the floor of the tent. The boys stacked their clothes in one corner and sat down, one on each sleeping bag. It was natural thing for them to do, and whether they knew it or not, that set the tone for the start of the adventure. Mike wasted no time taking off his hiking boots and socks and his shorts. Brian looked furtively at the heavy bulge in his shorts. He was anxious to see if it was true. He sat down and took off his own boots and socks then slipped his hiking shorts off. A part of him hated that he was letting Mike lead the way, but there was something about the big stud that was nearly overpowering. When he saw Mike hook his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, Brian quickly rose up and took his shorts off. Mike peeled his briefs down his thighs, kicked them aside and straightened. The two boys and Brian sat looking up at him, standing there with his hands on his hips and his feet planted apart like a Colossus. He was a tower of a man, made more so by the huge hunk of meat hanging out from between his legs. Brian was surprised that he wasn't already hard. "Well, I guess we all know why we're here," he said, and with that, he stepped over and dropped to his knees beside Jason. It left Brian and Todd on either side of them. Jason let Mike lay him back as he lay beside him on his side. He glanced at his dad as Mike brushed one hand across his chest and Brian tried to give him a look that everything was okay. His worst fear was that his son didn't think he would be there for him.

    "Dam nice pecs," Mike said as he rubbed his hand back and forth across Jason's broad chest. He laid two fingers between the two thick muscles. "You could dam near squeeze my fingers by flexing your pecs," he said.


    Jason tried it and sure enough his thick pecs tightened against the man's fingers. "Goddam, I never seen a guy your age with pecs like that," Mike said. "Todd's going to have pecs like this one of these days soon, aren't you Todd? "

    "Y-yes, I wanta look just like Jason," Todd said.

    Mike's hand was moving downward.

    "Fuckin' great abs, too," Mike said. He moved his hand lower. "Can't say I never seen such a cock on a kid your age, though 'cause I think Todd can match you," Brian saw the man's cock slowly rising from between his legs. Rising and growing to a monstrous size. He feared for Jason. Mike hunkered down and buried his face between Jason's butt muscles.

    "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Jason cried out.

    "MMMMMMmnnnnnn," Mike moaned.

    He didn't stop till he had Jason thrashing and squirming and clawing at the sleeping bags, and then it was only a pause. He rose up. "Get up there and hold his legs for me," he told Todd. Todd scurried to his knees at Jason's head and grabbed his ankles. He pulled Jason's legs higher, pulling his hips up more and spreading his butt apart.

    "Yeah, now I can use both hands," Mike said as he pulled the twin muscles apart and dug his fingers deep into the crevice to stretch the tiny hole unmercifully. "Does your dad do this for you?" Mike asked him.

    "Y-Yesssss!" Jason hissed.

    Mike looked at Brian with a smile of approval. "Good man," he said.

    "I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue, now," Mike said. "I'm gonna go in so deep you're gonna think there's a cock inside you."

    "Yes, do it! Fuck me with your tongue!" Jason gasped.

    But Mike took a moment to gaze at the boy's asshole and lap his tongue over the gaping hole and breathe his hot breath into it. "Geezuss, that's beautiful, his pink muscles clenching and squeezing at the air," he said huskily. He lapped his tongue around the hole and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. It was having the desired effect on Jason.

    "Awwwhhh, do itstick it inyou said you were gonna fuck me with it!" Jason moaned. Mike buried his face hard and drove his tongue deep inside the velvet-like muscles. "AAWWWWWHHHNNNNGHHHHH!" Jason cried out.

    Mike rose up. "We're a long way up here but they're gonna hear him clear back in town. Better stuff something in his mouth," Mike told Todd. Todd reached around to grab up a pair of shorts. Mike laughed. "Boy, if you can't find anything better than a pair of shorts to stuff in his mouth, maybe I should've left you at home."

    The boy's face turned pink with embarrassment. He glanced at Brian and Brian smiled an okay smile. Jason tilted his head back for the boy's cock. Brian could see Mike's cock, fully hard now. It was a phenomenal size. Todd wasn't kidding, and he had every reason to brag on his dad. He was easily well over a foot long, and thick as a wrist. It looked like a ball bat standing out between his legs. Under it was a pair of baseballs to go with it. Truly, they were the size of baseballs. My Godd, Brian thought. How is he ever going to do it? He didn't think Jason had seen it, and he wanted to warn him but it would seem foolish--like treating him as a little boy. Mike was right, he was a big boy, he could decide for himself.

    It was soon apparent that Mike was eating Jason's ass to prepare him for his cock. Even as he was still tonguing the boy's ass he was reaching for a tube of lubricant that he had slipped under the edge of the sleeping bag. He flipped the cap open and reached down to squeeze some onto his cock. He closed the tube and tossed it aside and rubbed the lube all up and down his cock. Then he used the rest to mix with his spit in lubricating Jason's hole.

    "Your dad says you like to get fucked," he said as he raised up, stroking his slick cock. It looked even bigger, sticking up at that angle, and with his big hand that barely reached around it.

    "Yeah, are you going to fuck me?"

    "I want to so bad," Mike said. "Is it okay?"

    "YeahI want it too, but"

    "But what?" Mike asked, glancing at Brian.

    "Are you as big as Todd says?" Jason asked.

    Mike pushed his cock down out of sight. "I don't know what kind of stories Todd's been telling you, but yeah, I'm pretty big. But you take just what you can handle. I stop any time you say so. Besides, your dad is right here and if he tells me to stop, I'll sure as hell stop. I don't wanta fuck with your dad."

    Brian felt good that he said it although he thought he was being patronizing. Mike was already nudging the head of his cock against Jason's hole. The head alone was going to be a challenge. It was as big as his balls.

    "Can Todd take you?" Jason asked, almost fearfully. He looked up at Todd and asked, "Can you take him?"

    "Not all the way," Todd said.

    "But he will," Mike put in quickly. "It's just like bodybuilding. He's gonna look like you some day, and just like you, he's gonna be able to take a bigger cock." It was pretty lame, Brian thought, but it seemed to calm Jason. "You hang on, now stud," Mike said. "This is gonna be a real challenge at first, but you dad said you never back down from a challenge."

    Jason glanced up at his dad and Brian gave him a reassuring wink. Mike smashed and flattened the head of his cock hard against Jason's hole. Brian saw his thigh muscles bulge and the side of his butt tighten as he eased upward and forward. Jason cringed as he braced himself. Suddenly the rubbery hole stretched wide and the bulbous cockhead disappeared into the tight hole.

    "UUUhhnnnnn!" Jason grunted through clenched teeth.

    Mike paused and Brian held his breath as his son suffered through the long moment of pain. "Damn!" Mike swore softly. "He's got an ass like a rubber vise!" He waited a minute more then asked, "Are you okay, buddy? Ready for some more?"

    "Yes, I guess so," Jason replied bravely, nodding. Mike inched more of his cock through his hole. Jason's eyes widened as inch after inch of the man's hot, thick meat sank into his body, and his mouth grew slack. "OOOhhhnnnnnn," he moaned but it was hard to tell if it was from pain. Mike didn't stop when he moaned. He kept pushing. "Ohh!" Jason moaned again. He had more than half of it, but there were still six or seven inches remaining; the size or bigger than most men's cocks. But Mike kept on. Brian saw the slack smile and the almost glazed look in his eyes sank another inch or more, which Jason took bravely--and another, which caused the boy's eyes to suddenly blink and widen. Brian started to stop it but then Jason's facial expression seemed to relax and he let it go on.

    ---

    Very soon, Brian felt himself loosing complete control...letting Mike take total control over him, and he didn't care. He wanted the big stud to take over, take him in every way. He wanted to be totally submissive to the man. Mike was expert at detecting when Brian was getting close and each time he would ease off till he had it under control then he would fuck him into madness again. Brian's moans were half-whimpering now, and his eyes were tearing up from the way the man was using his phenomenal cock on him. At one point, Brian whispered to his son, "My god, son...I don't think I can take much more...it's so good."
    Jason only smiled, happy that his dad was feeling such pleasure.

    Before long, Brian found himself responding to the man's thrusts, besides just the moans. He was responding physically. He didn't know when he'd raised up off his stomach and reared his butt up for Mike, but he was on his hands and knees, thrusting back at the driving cock.

    "Aww, yeahhhh....ohhhh, fuck, dad...fuck, do it...fuck that big cock...ride it like a fuckin' stallion. Ohh...you know how to move that ass, man."

    If it was humiliating, Brian didn't care. He was being consumed with lust for the big man and his incredible cock. He couldn't get enough. Not enough strokes, not enough cock. He wished Mike was fifteen inches long. His brain was hot with lust, his senses seared so that his brain was rendered useless for thinking. His total being was centered on Mike's hot cock, his senses clinging to the throbbing meat and he let himself be consumed by his lust.

    He was constantly on the verge of comming yet it wouldn't come. If only Mike would fuck him harder....if only he had more cock...if only... "Ohh, fuck me," he cried softly. "Fuck me, you big horse...Goddd, Mike...fuck my eyeballs out!"

    "Yeah, I'm gonna turn that tight ass of yours to mush," Mike said, laughing.

    Brian hated his laughter. It was like evil doom, but it excited him. It made him want to be humiliated even more by the big stud.

    "I'm gonna come if you're getting close. And I know you are," Mike said. "You've been close from the very beginning, I can tell the way your asshole squeezes my cock so hard when you're trying to hold off."

    "I haven't been trying, it just won't come," Brian said.

    "Oh, it'll come," Mike assured him. "Just hand on, dad, I'll make you cum."

    "Do it, dad," Jason whispered. "I want you to feel what it's like to cum with Mike's big cock inside you. He can do it. He can make you go off."

    Brian didn't know what Mike was doing but he was using a whole new set of moves. Moves that triggered his climax somewhere deep in his loins; so deep that he nearly screamed from the tiny eddies of pleasure swirling to the surface. "Getting close yet?" Mike asked him.

    "I...I d-don't know...I want to...it feels like..."

    "I'll pump it out of you," Mike cut in. With that he started fucking him like a jack-hammer, except that he used the entire length of his cock in fast, staccato thrusts.

    "Oh, Goddd!" Brian gasped tossing his head back in pained ecstasy. He looked at Jason through his teary eyes. "Geezuss, Son!"

    "Yeah, let it go, dad," Jason encouraged him.

    "You better be close, 'cause I'm about to cum," Mike announced.

    The thought that he didn't want Mike to come inside him was so far in the back of his mind that he couldn't reach it. His lust buried it. He wanted the big stud to cum in him. He wanted to feel that huge horse cock belching out thick ropes of hot cum deep in his ass...he wanted to know what it was like to be had by a stallion.

    Mike's climax triggered Brian's. He felt Jason's hand around his cock, pumping it, pulling his cum out of him, urging him on. Then suddenly, Jason kissed him. He pulled his head down with his free hand smashing their mouths together and Jason's tongue lashed around in his mouth like a snake, sending ball-shattering eddies of lust through Brian's body. He held the kiss all through his climax, swallowing Brian's outcries. It all happened so fast and so intensely that Brian couldn't grasp all of the pleasure and where it was coming from. He only knew that he had been fucked like no other time in his life, and the pleasure of it was indescribable. Mike hovered over him then eased his weight down against him, pressing him into the sleeping bag. He was gasping and his hard, thick pecs bore against Brian's back.

    "If you ever thought it...you dad is not a wimp!" he told Jason. "Goddam, I don't think I ever had anybody take my cock like that!"

    Brian's animosity waned for awhile. He found himself sort of liking Mike, more than being used by him, even though he knew he had been used. It was drawing on to morning when the four of them came awake once more.

    "Anybody for a swim before breakfast?" Mike asked.

    They ran to the creek to swim. Brian felt an exuberance that he'd never felt before, and his feelings toward Mike had changed a little. He still felt a sense of inferiority but he was confident that it didn't show.

    "I'll go start breakfast," Brian said, as he headed out of the water.

    "I've got your breakfast right here," Mike said.

    Brian turned around to see Mike standing knee-deep in water, holding his cock out across one hand.

    "There's plenty for all of you," Mike said.

    God, he was such a braggart! But there was such sensuality in his bragging that Brian couldn't help but want him. He could see that the boys weren't turned off by him either. "Sausage, meat balls, and if you work on it real yard, there's hot, fresh gravy," Mike went on.

    Brian felt himself weakening, wanting to succumb once more to the man, and go to his knees right there in the grass. He glanced at Jason who was looking at him, again with that look of questioning innocence, asking if it was all right. Fuck, yes, it was all right. If they all wanted it, why not? He just hated being the one to make the first move. It was like giving in to the man.

    "Hey, anybody think they're man enough to swallow this big sausage?" Mike asked.

    It was a dare, a challenge, a throwing down of the gauntlet, and Mike knew that his dare would be taken. Brian didn't have to make the first move. The two teenagers went down on their knees in the water, chest-deep and began sharing Mike's big cock with their mouths.

    Mike looked up the bank at Brian. "You're missing breakfast," he said, laughing. "You better hurry; these two guys are hungry as hell."

    Again, Brian felt the painful pleasure of submission as he walked back into the water and went to his knees between the two teenagers.

    The camping trip was deemed a success except for the misgivings Brian still had about himself. Even his challenge that Mike fuck him seemed more like submission simply because of the way Mike took him. Brian was determined to take him like a real man, all the way and every way he wanted to dish it out. It hurt like hell, but he kept Todd's cries of pain in his ears and endured it. Mike was one hell of a cocksman. He dam near fucked his brains out and in the middle of it, Brian was crying out and begging him to fuck him harder and deeper. Afterwards, despite the intense pleasure, he felt less of a man.

    He and Jason were putting their camping gear away and Jason noticed that his dad was quiet.

    "You're still feeling guilty, aren't you?" he asked.

    "Something like that," Brian said.

    "Well, I had a great time," Jason said. "And so did you, if you would only let yourself admit it. Don't tell me Mike didn't make you feel great; not the way you were yelling and thrashing your butt back for him."

    "He did that," Brian said.

    "And you took him, like a stud. He couldn't give you anything you couldn't take, and he tried. He was working his ass off to make you cry uncle and beg him to stop. And the way you swallowed his cock! Dam, dad, I couldn't believe it when I was right there watching it."

    "Yeah. But Mike was the only one who came home without getting his ass fucked," Brian pointed out. "Shit, I submitted to him at every turn, like I was his sex slave or something. In case you didn't notice, he was calling all the shots. So what does that make me?"

    "I don't know what you want me to say, dad." "Just say you're not ashamed of me," Brian said. "I'm not ashamed of you." "Are you saying that because I asked you to, or are you really not ashamed of me," Brian asked.

    "No. Hell no, why should I be? It wasn't a love match or a competition. It was all about having fun, dad, and it was damned good sex. Can't you leave it at that?"

    Brad hugged Jason by the shoulder, laughing. "If you can, I can," he said. "I've had people tell me that there would come a day when the son steps into the dad's role and I think you did that on this trip. You gotta understand, that's not an easy thing for me."

    "I wasn't trying to step into your role, dad. I could never fill your shoes. I just want you to know that you're still my hero. Maybe even more of a hero."

    "If I didn't think you were saying that just to make me feel good..."

    "Naw, if I wanted to make you feel good I would throw you down on the floor and fuck your eyeballs out," Jason joked.

    "Do you really think you're man enough to do that?" Brian challenged him.

    "Wanta try me?" Jason asked, flexing his muscles.

    "Yeah," Brian said cockily . They sparred on their feet for a moment before they went to the floor. It was a toss up who pulled who down, but Jason landed on top. Brian fought back but not with all his strength. He wanted Jason to beat him. He suddenly liked the role of submission and he wanted to be forced to submit to the boy.

    Jason paused with his dad in a tight hold. "You're not trying very hard," he said.

    "It's dumb to put up a fight when you already know the outcome."

    "And what outcome would that be?" Jason asked.

    "You said you were going to fuck my eyeballs out," Brian said.

    "And you're going to let me?"

    "I wouldn't exactly call it letting you, you're on top," Brian said. "But if you don't do it, you're really going to have a fight on your hands."

    "I'm not going to be gentle," Jason warned as he lifted his dad's legs up and shoved them against his chest. "I'm gonna fuck you hard."

    "You're nothing I can't handle," Brian said daringly. "UUUUNnnhhhhhhh!" he gasped suddenly as Jason entered him. All the way, deep, in one easy shove. "Whew! You don't mess around, do you?"

    "Still think you can handle it?" "Geezuss, son! Have some pity on your old dad."

    "It's not about pity, it's about getting fucked," Jason said and with that he began to pump his cock in and out of his dad's ass.

    "Uuhnn...Mmhnnnn...ohhhh...awwhhh," Brian moaned softly with each thrust of his son's big cock. "Mike was good, but he never made me feel like this," he said.

    "If I didn't think you were saying that just to make me feel good...

    "Ohhh, Mannnn, you're touching all the right places," Brian said.

    "We'll see Mike and Todd at the gym, right?"

    "Yeah. Why?"

    "Maybe we can arrange another get-together," Jason said . "I was wondering if you'd want to do that," Brian said. "I was afraid you wouldn't, the way you feel about Mike."

    "Hey, Mike is the only guy I know with a thirteen-inch cock. Do we want to let that slip out of our grasp?" Brian said.

    "Mike's also got a great looking ass. I wanta fuck him, as much as I want him to fuck me again," Jason said.

    "And you want me to fuck him."

    "You don't want to?"

    "Oh, yeah," Brian said. "I wonder if he's been fucked? Somehow I get the impression that their dad and son relationship is one way, with dad always on top."

    "Maybe we can change that. Show Todd his old man can be fucked, maybe they'll be more like us."

    "Nobody can be like us," Brian said. "Yeah, you're right," Jason agreed. "A long time ago you asked me if what we're doing is wrong," Brian said.

    "Do you still have any doubts?"

    "Not a one," Jason declared. He twisted his hips around in circles as he shoved his cock keep into his dad's ass. "That don't feel wrong, does it?"

    "OHhh...Goddd, no!"




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