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(MMb, ped, 1st-gay-expr, inc, oral) *** Brad was an early bloomer and was already well into puberty. We learned from our neighbors that he'd even had some sexual experience. They had caught him and their son jacking off in the garage. They didn't think it was a big deal and I didn't either. Nevertheless, I felt it was my duty as his father to talk to him about it. I told him that he shouldn't be embarrassed about what had happened. He felt a little better about it after I confessed that I had done the same with my friends when I was his age. With the ice broken, he began asking questions about masturbation and sex. "How often should I jack off?" he asked. "Whenever you get a hard-on it's okay to jack off in private," I answered. "Sometimes that's the only way you can get rid of a boner." "Do girls do it?" he asked. "Yes, of course, but they don't have a penis so it's done in a different way." "Do you do it, Dad?" I wasn't sure how to answer that one but decided that honesty was the best policy. "Sure I do. Usually every day." "What is a blow job?" I was becoming aroused and my answers reflected it. "That's when someone, either a man or woman, sucks your cock. It isn't a true blow job unless you cum in the mouth. If you don't cum it's just called cock-sucking." I spotted a bulge growing in his pants and realized that he was getting as horny as I was. "Wow, I can hardly wait to get a blow job." "What does gay mean?" he asked. "A gay person is someone who prefers to have sex with their own gender. Straight people have sex with the opposite gender. There is a category in between called bisexuals who enjoy it either way. That's what I am." Brad was tall for his age. He had his sights set on the NBA and practiced shooting hoops for hours on end. He usually wore skimpy white cotton shorts that didn't do much to hide his genitals. One day as I sat beside him answering some questions about sex, his cock began to rise and I saw it clearly outlined against the fabric. I was very pleased to see that my son was well hung. As my cock hardened, his eyes were drawn to the bulge in my pants. That brings us back to the trip to Michigan. After a long ride we were on a back road and spotted a rest area ahead. I had to take a piss and Brad said that he did, too. We stopped and went into the empty men's room. A long trough against the wall served as a urinal. We stood side by side and pulled out our cocks. As we pissed, I looked over at his cock and was pleased to see that it was almost as big as mine. Brad was checking me out, too. "Gee, Dad, you really have a big dick," he said. My flaccid, seven-inch cock began to rise as he stared at it. By the time I was finished pissing, my cock was nearly hard. "Could I feel your cock, Dad?" he asked. I couldn't see any harm in that and told him to help himself. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave it a squeeze that put the finishing touches on my erection. "This is the way I masturbate, Dad," he said as he began jerking my cock. "As long as we've come this far, you might just as well jerk me off, son," I said. I moved closer to the urinal so my jism would shoot into it. Suddenly, the desire for a mouth on my cock overwhelmed me. I put my hand on the back of his head, pushed it down, and told him to suck me. Just as he gobbled the head, a guy walked in. I quickly pulled my cock out of Brad's mouth but not before the guy saw what we were doing. He walked past us and stood at the urinal unzipping his fly. Brad and I were trying to get our hard cocks back in our pants. As we turned to leave, the stranger said, "Excuse me, could you give me some directions?" We turned and saw a very impressive cock hanging out of his pants. It looked about ten inches long and, although it was soft, I saw it begin to rise. It was the biggest cock that I had ever seen. As we walked toward him he began to shamelessly wank his cock. I stood at the urinal and pulled mine out as though to take another leak. "Sure, where are you headed?" I asked. "I was on my way to Battle Creek but took a wrong turn." It was obvious that it wasn't directions he wanted but some action. Nevertheless, I went through the charade of giving him directions. While I was telling him how to get back to the main highway, Brad squeezed in between us and took his hard cock out. The three of us stood in a row jacking our hard cocks. "That's a real nice dick you've got there, son," the stranger said. He looked over at me and asked if I was his father. When I nodded, he asked, "Do you mind if I suck him off?" I wasn't sure that Brad was ready for his first blow job, but he certainly was. He looked at me and bobbed his head. "Please let him, Dad. I've just got to know what a blow job feels like." I figured that if I didn't let him do it, we both would always wonder what we had missed. "Well, okay, if he wants to," I said. Brad turned toward him and reached for his cock. "Gee, mister, you've sure got a big cock. I didn't know they got this big. Can I see your balls, too." He reached into his pants and pulled out a set of balls the size of a baseball. Brad was having a fine time playing with the guy's equipment. I reached in to give his balls a squeeze and then stroked the shaft while Brad squeezed the head. The stranger went to his knees, pulled Brad to him, and took the whole length of his cock in one gulp. Brad was a very lucky boy to get a deep-throat treat with his first blow job. The guy stopped sucking long enough to ask Brad his age. A big grin came on his face when he learned how young Brad was. "I've always wanted some really young stuff." I stood beside them and offered my cock. He turned his head and gave me some good, hard sucks. It was better than I had ever had from a woman. The guy wretched as Brad shot his load down his throat without warning. I only wish that I had had a camera so that I could have captured the look on my son's face as he came in a mouth for the first time. After the stranger had sucked out every drop, he turned and took my cock in his mouth. He took a big gulp and then pulled off very slowly while sucking so hard that his cheeks caved in. His tongue, his palette, and the walls of his mouth were slick with Brad's jism. I lost control and added another layer of cum. He had finished us both off in under a minute. The queer was all smiles as he rose to his feet. "I've always dreamed of doing a father and son back to back," he said. I bent down and took his fat cock in my mouth. Brad stood to the side smiling and jacking off as he watched me give a blow job to a stranger. The guy's cock was so big that I couldn't do much with it. I concentrated all of my lip-work on the sensitive area behind the head. To speed things up, I told Brad to jack the shaft. He couldn't get enough of playing with that big cock, so he immediately wrapped his hand around it. Brad giggled as he pumped that horse-cock with his strong arm. My mouth suddenly filled with creamy cum. "Oh, God, don't stop jerking it," he begged. "Jack me off into your Daddy's mouth." Brad begged me for a chance to suck. After I gave him permission, he bent down and struggled to work the plum- sized head into his mouth. He managed to get in a few good sucks before we heard a car pull up outside. The man introduced himself as Frank. "I notice your boy has already got another boner," he said. "I would sure love to take care of it for him. I've got a motel room a few miles from here. What do you say we go over there and have a good time?" I wanted to continue our trip, but Brad begged me to take him to Frank's motel. I finally relented. It was getting late and I was kind of tired. We followed Frank to a motel that had seen better days. While showering together, Brad and I soaped each other's cocks, balls and asses. We were both hard when we went into the bedroom and found Frank lying on the bed masturbating to straight porno on the TV. We lay side- by-side on the bed jacking our cocks to the sucking and fucking on the screen. Brad had never seen porno before and had many questions about what was going on. Frank answered some and I answered the rest. A scene came on featuring a man getting fucked in the ass while fucking a woman. I explained to Brad that the man in the middle was bisexual and that what they were doing was a favorite of bisexuals. Frank bent down and sucked Brad's throbbing cock. Temptation soon got the best of me and I joined him. "It isn't right for a man to suck his son's cock, but there's no stopping me now," I thought. We passed Brad's cock back and forth until it was oozing copious quantities of pre-cum. I told Brad it was his turn. He had only sucked for about a minute back at the rest area and was eager for more. Frank and I lay side-by-side and Brad straddled our legs. He gobbled my cock first. I'll never forget how good it felt. His enthusiasm made up for his lack of skill. I gave him a few pointers and then he moved over onto Frank. For almost an hour, we sucked each other's cocks in a variety of combinations. At one point, we were in a triangle with Frank sucking me, Brad sucking him, and me sucking Brad. After shooting my load in Frank's mouth, I moved to the other bed and watched my son enjoy his first sixty-nine. With practice, he was able to take a big chunk of Frank's prodigious cock. I told him it would feel better if he fucked into Frank's mouth. His hairless ass immediately began to rise and fall as he used Frank's hard-sucking mouth as a fuck-hole. Brad's first sixty- nine ended perfectly with both of them cumming at the same time. "Wow, cum really tastes great, Dad. I can't wait to see how yours tastes." After a rest, we decided that some hand job action would be fun. We watched porno as we played with each other's dicks in various combinations. I started to cum while they were playing with my cock, balls and ass-hole. As I felt myself go over the edge, I remembered that Brad wanted to taste my cum. I shouted for him to get my cock in his mouth. When I was finished, he said, "Yours tastes just as good as Frank's, Dad." I lay on one bed and watched the two of them experiment on the other bed. I had had three orgasms and that is usually about my limit. I perked up when Frank asked Brad to fuck him in the ass. Brad turned to me for permission. "Sure, go ahead, son. You're going to love it." Frank stretched out face-down with his head toward the TV. As Brad mounted him, I spread his butt cheeks so he could take aim on Frank's ass-hole. "Put it in gently, Son," I said. I watched with fascination as the head of my son's cock slowly passed through Frank's rim. "Oh, no, oh fuck, I'm cummin' already," Brad gasped. He slid the full length of his cock into Frank's rump and went into orgasmic convulsions. When he regained control of his body, he lay heavily on top of the disappointed man. "If you keep fucking, maybe it will stay hard," I suggested. He tried it and it worked. As Brad threw a good fuck into Frank, he became aroused and had to shift to the doggy position to take pressure off of his hard cock. I slipped underneath for sixty- nine. I watched with fascination as my son's cock slid into Frank's ass just inches from my eyes. Brad got in a good twenty minutes of fucking before he shot another load. As he pulled out of Frank's ass, his cock dribbled splooge into my eye. It had been a long time since I had had any man-ass so I decided to give Frank a poke, too. His warm gut was coated with my son's spunk. I didn't last long because he had brought me to the edge with his mouth. As I felt myself losing control, I told Brad to reach underneath and jack Frank off. I knew that he succeeded when Frank's ass-hole clamped down on my cock just as it began spurting. The timing couldn't have been better. That one did me in, and I crawled into the other bed and went to sleep. Brad and Frank were up most of the night conducting sexual experiments. Frank said that he had never had a kid before and probably never would again and that he wanted to make the most of it. The next morning I asked Brad how many times he had come. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he said, "Nine altogether, counting the one at the rest area." I was amazed. "Yeah, I can verify that," Frank said. "I kept track." Incredibly, Brad wanted to see if he could cum one more time. Frank and I didn't think it was possible, but we promised to try after breakfast. Frank and I decided that a vigorous hand job was probably the only thing that would make Brad pop again. He stretched out on the bed and Frank and I sat on each side of him. I jacked him for about a minute and then let Frank take over. We went back and forth taking short turns. After twenty minutes, I was ready to throw in the towel. "You're finished, son," I said. "But look how hard I am, Dad. I'm almost there. I just need a few more strokes." We continued pumping and about five minutes later Brad's leg's snapped together and he squirmed all over the bed with Frank relentlessly jacking him off. Only one drop of jism leaked out of his piss-hole. As Frank licked it off, Brad said, "See, I told you I could cum again, Dad." After a one-week visit with our relatives, we headed for home. The trip took longer than usual because we stopped from time to time to give each other hand and blowjobs. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 70