Not Something
We Talk About

by: Tom Borden

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Zeke Cummings was a happily married forty-year-old with three teenaged children … two sons and a daughter.  As a successful defense attorney, he provided a good living for his family.  They lived about a hundred miles distant from where he was raised and where his mom and dad, Evelyn and Toby still resided.  They were both sixty-five years old.  When Zeke’s mom had a stroke, Toby decided to sell his small business and retire so he could devote his time to caring for her.  The care she needed was difficult, and Zeke decided to leave his family behind and spend a week or two with his parents from time to time in order to give some relief to his dad, who tired easily.  Toby refused to bring in an outside caregiver.  He didn’t trust any stranger to give his wife the kind of attention she needed.

Evelyn eventually passed away, leaving Toby more despondent than ever.  He refused to leave his house and stay with Zeke and his family, but since Zeke’s law practice allowed him to get away when he needed, he decided to spend several more weeks with his dad.  Unfortunately, Toby contracted a rather serious bladder infection, together with an abnormally high PSA count.  His Urologist decided to take a biopsy of his prostate, which luckily was negative and showed no cancer present.

The biopsy was done on an outpatient basis, and Toby was sent home that night.  He noticed a little bit of blood in his urine and decided to call the doctor.  He went to his bedroom and called from there.  His door was open, and Zeke could hear his conversation as he happened by.

“Well, Doc, it’s just a little blood.  Not much.  Oh, good; you say that’s expected after a biopsy?  What’s that?  You say no intercourse for at least two weeks?  Christ, Doc, I haven’t had intercourse for ten years, maybe fifteen.  Almost forgotten what it feels like.  I miss it.  Your warning’s wasted on me, Doc.  Yes, I’ll call you tomorrow to tell you how I’m doing.  Goodbye.”

Zeke stepped into his dad’s room.  “Well, Dad, I can imagine it’s been hard on you not being able to. . .”

Toby was startled and whirled around.  “Oh jeese.  What the hell are you doing listening to my conversations, Zeke?”

“I couldn’t help but hear.”  Zeke and his father had never talked about sex.  But since they were both full adults, Zeke felt it was time to give his father some good advice.

“You know, Dad, even though there’s no longer any intercourse, you can still . . . you know . . . masturbate.”

Toby’s face turned red.  “Don’t say that.  We don’t talk about those things.”

“Why not, Dad?”

“Because it’s just stuff we don’t talk about, that’s why.”

Zeke sat on the edge of the bed while Toby turned away from him and started fiddling nervously with some things on his dresser.

“Dad, we’re two grown men.  We’ve both fathered a bunch of kids.  Are we supposed to be here together and act like we’d never had sex?  Like sex doesn’t exist?”

Toby ran his fingers through his hair.  “We just don’t talk about stuff like that.”

It was true.  Toby and Zeke never had any conversations about sex.  When Zeke was a kid, his old high school friend, Tom, told him his dad talked to him about sex and even showed him a book from the library written for that purpose that contained explicit pictures.  He’d even seen his dad naked. 

Zeke had never seen his own dad naked, and didn’t particularly care to.  But he felt badly for his father.  He was only sixty-five and surely still able to feel the joys of a good orgasm.  No man, Zeke thought, should be without a good orgasm from time to time.  Maybe he did masturbate, and Zeke was simply unaware of it.

“Dad, I know there’s no way you can have intercourse, but do you satisfy yourself by masturbating?”

Without looking around at Zeke, he slammed his fist on the top of his dresser.  “Oh, jeese, don’t you have something else to do.  Go watch TV or something.”

Zeke knew his dad was genuinely pissed off at him and totally embarrassed.  He turned to leave.

Then Toby said, “Besides, doing stuff like that is just for kids.  Adults know better, and you should, too, Zeke.”

Zeke turned back to his dad, who was still nervously fiddling with things on his dresser.  “No it isn’t just for kids, Dad.  All men masturbate all their lives, even when they’re adults and married.  There are studies that show ninety-eight percent of all grown men, married or not, masturbate.”

Toby remained silent and just flicked his hand toward Zeke, as though telling him to get out of his room.

“Okay, Dad, I’m going downstairs to get supper started.  You coming?  Should I fix you a Scotch on the rocks?”

The subject wasn’t mentioned again for the rest of the week.  Zeke knew it embarrassed his dad to talk about sex, but since he was caring for the man, he hoped to convince him to do a few things that would give him some pleasure.  And a good orgasm would give Toby a lot more pleasure than he had since his wife became ill. 

The next Saturday, Zeke went with his best friend, Tom, to a local industrial league baseball game.  Threatening clouds were forming and it looked as though a rain check might be in order.  Several minutes after the game started, the deluge came, sending both of them scrambling to Zeke’s car. 

As they drove, Tom asked, “How’s your dad, Zeke.  Is he holding up any better than he has since your mom’s death?”

“So, so, Tom.  I want to ask you something.  You remember when we were kids and we jacked off together, and even got involved in some circle-jerks?

“Oh, sure.  Them were the days.”

“Well,” Zeke said, “After my dad had his biopsy, the doc told him he couldn’t have any intercourse for awhile until it was healed.  I had a conversation with Dad after that and, since he hadn’t had any intercourse with Mom for many years, I assumed he no longer experienced sex of any kind. Not even jerking off.  I made a suggestion that he get back to masturbating since I’m sure he can still do it.  He’s only sixty-five.  He got really upset and became terribly embarrassed that I even brought up the subject.  He said doing that was just for kids, and we shouldn’t be talking about things like that.  You told me once that your dad talked to you about sex.  Did he say anything about masturbation?”

“Sure.  He told me not to listen to the fear-mongers who believed it was bad for you.  I also got him to admit that he still masturbated.  I think when he talked to my brother and me he must have been around thirty-five or forty at the time.  He told us it was just a natural thing that all guys do all their lives.  He’s older now, but I think he still does it.  He doesn’t do it openly, but I’m sure I heard him doing it in the shower once.  I think my dad is pretty sexually charged.  Even though my mom died a few years ago, he still lives in the house I was raised in.  I know he has a new girlfriend now, and she’s over there a lot.  I can only imagine what goes on.”

Zeke gave two thumbs up.  “Well, good for him.”

“My wife doesn’t approve of it,” Tom said.  “She thinks his carrying on with that woman disgraces my mom’s memory.  On top of that, Dad’s a pretty profane guy.  He spent many years in the Army and retired as a full Colonel.  Mom and my brother and I just stayed home here while he was trotting all over the world doing God knows what.  He talks around home now like he’s still in the Army with his buddies.  His favorite words are ‘asshole,’ ‘cocksucker,’ and every form of ‘fuck’ you can think of.  Mom hated it, but she couldn’t do anything about it.”

“In all the years you and I have known each other,” Zeke said, “I never met your dad.  He sounds cool.  As for my dad, I think he has some strange ideas and doesn’t know what he’s missing.  He’s acting kind of prudish.  I really think a good orgasm once in a while would help his frame of mind.  Even though I have a hefty fuck with my wife from time to time, it sure helps me to have a good jerk-off by myself now and then when I’m stressed.”

Before Zeke left the house for the game, he’d told his dad that he’d be back home in the late afternoon.  But because of the rain, he’d been gone for only a half-hour.  When he walked into the house, he went directly upstairs to his room to change out of his wet clothes.  He walked by his dad’s open bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks.  There his dad was lying stretched out on his bed, completely naked and stroking his very hard penis.  He saw Zeke and immediately grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to his neck.

“Oh jeese.  What the hell?  Don’t you believe in knocking before you walk into someone’s room?”

“Dad, your door was open.  I’m sorry, but the game got rained out, and so I came home.  It’s all right, Dad.  I didn’t mean to interrupt you.  I’m going in to change my clothes.  I’ll see you downstairs later.”

Toby lay there, totally mortified.  How could this happen, he wondered.  How could he face his son after this.  The idea that his son had seen him masturbating, something no grown man should ever be doing, made him want to die on the spot.  It was a nasty, dirty thing to do.  How could he ever live down such a filthy act.  He peeked under the sheet and saw his penis now wilted in his hand.   

Zeke went downstairs and sat in the living room and just stared at the wall for a long time.  He  could hardly believe what he’d just seen.  He’d never seen his dad naked.  What an extraordinarily handsome body he had.  It was almost shocking to know he was forty years old and had never seen his dad naked.  And his penis.  My God, he thought, it was longer and fatter than his ever was.  The thought jumped into his mind that his mom must have had a wonderful time with him in bed. 

Zeke knew his dad was probably up there in his room wondering how he was going to face his son.  His dad was so against any talk about sex, and there he was completely naked and jacking off in front of him.  Zeke knew Toby would be embarrassed to face him, and he knew he had to treat the incident with as much savoir-faire as he could to set him at ease.

After over an hour had passed, Toby walked slowly down the stairs, fully dressed.  He glanced at Zeke briefly and then sat in a chair on the other side of the room.  He picked up his double Scotch that Zeke had prepared for him, took a sip, set it down and then buried his face in the newspaper.  Zeke was sure his dad knew that the time had come when they could no longer avoid talking about it.  But he also was sure his dad would put off any further discussion as long as possible, indefinitely, if he could.

They sat in silence for a long time.  Then Zeke started to speak.  “Dad, I . . . .”

“No,” Toby said without looking up from his newspaper.  “No.  Forget it.  It’s not something we talk about.”

“But Dad, why not?  It happened.  It’s just something we all do.  Something all us guys do.  Are you trying to make me believe it didn’t happen?  That I’m imagining it?”

Toby let the paper drop to his lap and took a rather large gulp of his drink.   

Without looking at his son directly, he said, “I’m sorry, Zeke.  It was just one of those things.  I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“But Dad, I was glad to see it.  Remember, it was something I’d urged you to do for your own sake.”

“At my age, though, it’s something that . . .  You’ve always been a smart boy, Zeke, and I just sort of wondered if you might be right.  That’s all.  I didn’t mean for you to see it.  It should be only for young teenagers, and a private thing.  Absolutely private.”

Zeke leaned forward.  “Dad, I’ve seen other guys masturbating.  It isn’t always private.  When you masturbated as a teenager, didn’t you ever do it with other guys?”

“Why, no.  Only in private.”  Toby looked down at his hands suddenly.

Zeke could tell his dad was embarrassed that he unintentionally admitted masturbating when he was young.

“Dad, it’s fun doing it with another guy, especially if he’s a good friend.  It’s just kind of a guy thing.  Not only when you’re a kid, but anytime when you get older, too.  Masturbation never goes out of style.”

Toby continued looking down, then turned his eyes to look up at his son.  “You mean you still . . . you know?”

“Of course, Dad.  I do it when Julie doesn’t want to have sex.  You never did that when Mom wasn’t . . . you know?”

“No, of course not.  I was an adult.”

“Dad, you still don’t think it’s just something kids do, do you?”

“Well, from what you say, I guess not.  Would you please get me another drink?  Another double, please.”

When Zeke returned with the drink, he found his dad looking out the window with a blank stare on his face.  He took the drink from Zeke and swallowed another large gulp.

Toby looked up and sounded slightly emboldened.  “You don’t still do it with other men, do you?  I mean, now that you’re an adult.”

“Sure I do.  But not as much.  When I come back home here, Tom and I sometimes get together and do it, just like we often did as kids.”

Toby grimaced.  “What is it about doing it together that’s so great?  A nasty, dirty thing.  That’s all it is.  It should be private.” 

Zeke laughed.  “You can’t deny, Dad, when guys are having any kind of sex, intercourse or masturbation, their minds are full of all sorts of sexual fantasies.  And they’re usually private fantasies.  It’s just kind of exciting to know we’re each thinking about fucking someone.  I mean . . .”

“Oh, jeese.  Don’t say that.  That’s a nasty word.” 

Zeke could see his dad was getting uncomfortable again.  Perhaps he shouldn’t have used the word “fuck.”  But then, why not?

Toby finished his drink in two gulps and held his glass out to Zeke.

When Zeke returned with a third drink, Toby shook his head.  “So you still do it, Zeke?  I don’t know why it never occurred to me that you did it when you were a youngster here at home.  It’s a good thing I never walked in on you some night.”

“It really wouldn’t have bothered me if you did, Dad.  And it wouldn’t bother me now if you did.  We’re both grown adult men.  We know that all men masturbate.  It’s no secret we all do it.”

“It would not have bothered you, Zeke, if I’d walked in on you?”

“Of course not.  And I hope it won’t bother you if I were to walk in on you again.”

Dad looked down.  “I’m not sure about that.”

I leaned forward again.  “After I left you upstairs, did you finish?”

“Hell, no.  You shocked the hell out of me.”

“I hope you know now there’s nothing to be shocked about.”

“I suppose not,” Toby said with his lips quivering.

“You can finish yourself off tonight, Dad.  After all this time, you deserve to have a good orgasm again.” 

Zeke saw his dad flinch, hearing his son say the word “orgasm.”  He knew this whole thing was going to be hard for his dad to accept. 

“Well, Dad, we’d better have some supper.  I’ve got a pizza in the oven.  I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

“While you’re in the kitchen, fix me one more, Zeke, and that’ll be it.”

Toby was loosened up by his four drinks, causing the tension to lessen somewhat in their conversation.  He normally had only one drink before supper, but this time, it seemed he needed more.  As he launched into his fourth Scotch on the Rocks, the expression on his face looked to Zeke as though he would be amenable to hearing more about guys masturbating together, even though he would never say so.

“Dad, it wasn’t just Tom and I who masturbated together, and still do.  When we were in high school and college, we sometimes had six or eight guys doing it together.”

“My God,” Toby said.  “That just sounds disgusting.  How could you get involved in something that nasty?”

Zeke thought it was time to go all the way.  “Dad, if we had eight guys in a circle-jerk, we had eight different sized penises.  And we had contests to see who could cum first and who could shoot the farthest.  I guess we just liked to show off our post-pubescent masculine prowess.”

Toby let his piece of pizza drop to the plate and shook his head.  “Oh, Zeke, that is so nasty.”

Dad, I wish you wouldn’t call everything nasty.  It’s not nasty.  It’s just a group of guys who like to masturbate.  It isn’t as though we’re gang-banging a bunch of women.  It’s no different from when you used to get together with your poker friends for an evening here at the house and tell dirty jokes and howl your heads off.  I could say, to my young ears growing up, that was pretty nasty, too.”

Toby looked up sharply at Zeke.  “Were you listening?”

“Of course.  You guys were so loud, I lay in bed with the door closed and could still hear every one of you clearly.”

Toby looked down at his plate.  “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry, Dad.  I enjoyed hearing them.  Some of those stories gave me some good jack-off fantasies.”

 

It was rather late, and they both decided to go on to bed.  They said good-night, took their showers, and went to their rooms.  When Zeke heard his dad’s door close, he closed his.  Of course, as Zeke did every night when he was away from his wife, he left on the small lamp on the bed table and lay down naked on his bed.  He was ready to ramp up his fantasies for another good jerk-off, and wondered if his dad was doing the same.  Zeke fervently hoped he was.  If so, it would be his dad’s first hand-made orgasm since before he was married.  He was glad, because he was sure it would help break through the depression his dad had been suffering since his wife died.  Everyone knows a good jack-off and a powerful orgasm is one of the best ways to relieve stress.  There’s just nothing like stroking your dick while imagining all sorts of sexual stuff and then letting it all shoot out with a great orgasm.

Zeke lay there slowing stroking as he fantasized fucking the cute girl who sat next to him at the ball park that day.  She kept grabbing his knee and running her hand up his thigh.  But when the game was called due to rain, he lost her in the crowd.

Zeke was just getting that little tell-tale tightness in his gut that signaled an orgasm was soon approaching when he heard the squeak of the door opening.  He opened his eyes, and there stood his dad in his baggy under shorts. 

Toby seemed a little unsteady as he leaned against the doorjamb.  He quickly turned his face away when he saw his son naked and holding on to his hard penis.

“I’m sorry, Zeke.  I’m trying to move my bed over a little closer to the corner.  As it is, the air-conditioning vent blows right on me, and it’s very uncomfortable sleeping.  If it were a single bed, I could do it myself, but that double bed is a little too heavy.  I hate to . . . you know . . . interrupt you, but could you give me a hand?”

“Normally, you’re strong enough to move it yourself.  I think you had a little too much to drink, Dad.”

“Could be.”

When Zeke jumped out of bed and moved toward the door, Toby said, “Don’t you want to put on your shorts?”

“No, Dad, I can help move a bed perfectly well without shorts.”

With both of them pushing, it was an easy job moving the bed closer to the corner.

The covers were already pulled down.  Zeke looked down at it.  “Dad, this is the bed where you and Mom slept your whole married life, isn’t it?”

“It sure is.”

“I’ll bet you have a lot of memories that have to do with this bed.”

Toby looked away.  “Well . . . .”

Zeke sat on the side of the bed and ran his hand over one of the pillows.  “And I suppose right here on this bed is where I was conceived forty years ago.”

Toby grimaced.  “We’re not going to talk about that, Zeke.”

Zeke laid his head on the pillow and brought his legs up on the bed.  “What a great bed, dad.  I remember way back when I was probably three or four, you and Mom often brought me into this bed on Sunday mornings when you both got up late.  You used to tickle me and tell me silly stories.  I loved those mornings when I lay between you and Mom.  I felt so special and loved.  Come on, Dad.  Lie down here next to me . . .  for old times’ sake.”

Toby shook his head.  “No, you go back to your room, and we’ll both get a good night’s sleep.”

Zeke looked up into his dad’s face and grinned.  “Come on.  And take off those shorts.  Listen, Dad, we’re both grown men.  There’s no reason why we should hide our nakedness from each other.  After all I saw you naked that afternoon when . . . .”

“Oh, jeese.  Do you have to bring that up?”

Zeke was determined to get his dad to masturbate.  He was sure, after so many years, that when he once again experienced a good orgasm, it would raise his spirits, and he would never want to stop.  He watched as his dad turned off the overhead and left burning the small lamp on the dresser.  He knew his dad was not happy about revealing his completely naked body again to Zeke.

Toby stepped out of his shorts and lay down next to his son.  He quickly grabbed the sheet to bring it up over them, but Zeke stopped him and threw the sheet back.

“Dad, relax.  Please.”

Zeke made no effort to hide his rigid hard-on and took hold of it.  He began to stroke it very slowly. 

“I made three children with this penis, Dad.  Yours made one, too.  I bet you don’t remember the orgasm you had when you made me.  I guess we don’t remember which night of love it was exactly when we made our children.”

Toby moved both hands to cover his penis as Zeke watched it harden.  “That’s private, Zeke.  We shouldn’t be talking about things like that.”

“Take your hands away, dad.  You need only one hand.  Come on, you remember how to stroke it, don’t you?  I’m sure you do.  Let’s do it together.  I want you to remember the great experience you had when you were a kid, as well as with Mom all those years.”

Zeke started to stroke his penis with more vigor.  “Listen, Dad.  I know you’re hiding a good hard erection under your hands.  I want you to start stroking it.  If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.”

Toby moved his hands and took hold of his hard penis.  Some clear semen was bubbling out of it and running down the shaft.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Zeke.  If you hadn’t fed me so many drinks, I’d send you back to your room.”

“Shut up, Dad, just start jackin’ your dick.  You shouldn’t let a penis that big and hard go to waste.”

Toby winced at his son’s choice of words, but without a sound, began to stroke.

They both stroked in silence for several minutes before Zeke spoke.

“What are you thinking about now, Dad.  What fantasies are going through your head?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, Dad, no one can cum and have an orgasm unless he fantasizes about having sex.  What are you thinking about?”

“It’s none of your business, Zeke.  Just be quiet.”

They stroked their hard penises and, after some minutes, Zeke looked at his dad’s face, which was now looking strained and a bit contorted.  He was sure his dad was in the midst of a really hot fantasy.  He could see the muscles in his dad’s legs and stomach begin to tense and stretch.  The blood vessels in his neck were beginning to bulge, and his breathing was rapid and suddenly came in short gasps.  Without warning, he jerked his hips upward and let out a constricted groan.  Zeke watched as his dad’s balls began to shrink up into his body.  A great volley of thick, milky-white cum shot into the air and landed on his stomach.  Another volley, greater than the last, landed on his neck.  A third and a fourth fell into the soft hair that surrounded his nipples.

As Zeke watched, his own gorged penis exploded, sending globs of thick cum all over his stomach.  He turned his head again and looked at his dad, who lay there, totally spent with his eyes closed and his chest heaving as he gasped for air.

Zeke looked at the pools of cum on his dad’s stomach and chest.  He could tell that his dad had just experienced an enormously powerful orgasm.  He was certain now that his dad would, from that moment on, jack off when ever he had the chance.  It would wipe away his sadness and give him a new outlook on life.

Zeke went to the bathroom and returned with a towel.  He carefully wiped his dad’s body of all the cum that covered it.  When he was through, he realized Toby was asleep.  He looked at his dad’s long, wilted penis that now drooped over his long ball sack.  He pulled the sheet and a blanket up over him. 

Back in his own bed, Zeke felt exhilarated and had a hard time getting to sleep.  He knew his dad had crossed the threshold, so to speak, and that masturbation would once again be an important part of his life.  He wondered if his dad might now consider dating again.  The man had a great body that any woman would go for, to say nothing of the grand cock between his legs.  He certainly had no problem shooting a good load.  Any woman would surely find him an extraordinarily good fuck.  Zeke smiled at the imaginary picture of his dad having a good fuck.

The next day, little was mentioned about the night before when father and son jacked off together.  They spent the day cleaning up the attic and disposing of forty years of accumulated junk.  They also tackled the basement, which was in equal need of attention.  Before supper, they sat out on the back porch with their drinks.

“Dad,” Zeke said, “We’ve worked hard today.  It’s nice sitting here, enjoying a drink with you.”

“Yes, it is.  For some reason, I haven’t had any ambition to do anything around here.  But today, I felt all fired up to dive into these dirty jobs I’d been putting off for so long.”

Zeke smiled.  “And I know why, Dad.  It’s what we did last night that put new life in you.  You did what a man is supposed to do.  Immerse yourself in the sexual relief all men have a right to.”

Toby nodded his head.  “You’re right, Zeke.  You’ve been right all along.”

“Since you’ve passed the hurtle,” Zeke said, “It’ll be a lot more fun tonight.”

Toby looked sharply at his son.  “Tonight?”

“Of course, you can’t stop now.”

That night, after his shower, Zeke settled into his dad’s bed and waited for Toby to finish his shower.  When Toby appeared naked in his room, he was startled to see Zeke waiting for him.

“Come on, Dad.  Why are you so surprised.  Hop in.”

As Toby lay beside his son, his penis sprung to full bloom.  He seemed to have lost his inhibitions and began to stroke vigorously.

“Slow down, Dad,” Zeke said.  “We’ve got all night.  Why don’t you tell me what your fantasies are as you stroke?”

“They’re private, Zeke.”

“Dad, you and I are no longer going to keep any more secrets from each other.  Our masturbating together is out in the open now.  Come on, Dad, tell me what you’re thinking of.”

“Well, I’m thinking about doing this with . . . you know.”

“You mean jacking off with a woman, or fucking a woman.”

“Oh, jeese, Zeke, you got a dirty mouth.

“No I don’t.  You’re thinking abut fucking a woman right now, aren’t you?”

“Well, yes.  I suppose.”

“Right now, Dad, I’m fantasizing about fucking a cute girl who sat next to me at the ball game the other day.  She had her hands all over me.  I felt her hand moving into my crotch and, if the game hadn’t been called due to rain, I’m sure her hand would have been inside my fly and wrapped around a pretty stiff cock.”

“You’re married, Zeke.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t dream about fucking another girl.  It doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.  Just the thought of it gets me hot while I’m jacking off.  A guy’s got to let his mind wander into all sorts of hot stuff.”

Zeke and his dad lay quietly as they concentrated on stroking their penises vigorously.  Zeke began to feel that an orgasm may be close.

“Dad, are you ready?  I’m ready to shoot whenever you are.”

Toby looked down at his penis.  “I’m afraid I’m nowhere near.  I don’t know why.”

“Are you thinking about fucking a cute girl?”

“Yes . . . I mean.”

“Here, Dad.  Let me take hold of that and jack it off.  That might help you.”

“Hey, wait a minute.  What are you doing?  Touching another man’s penis is nasty.  It’s not something you should do.”

Zeke pushed his dad’s hand off and took hold of his penis.  “Here, I’ll give you a good jack-off.  I’m an expert, don’t forget.”

Zeke twisted his hand around and up and down the full length of Toby’s penis.  “Now tell me when you’re about to cum, and I’ll let you take over.  Then we’ll both cum together.”

When Zeke felt his dad’s penis turn as hard as steel, he let go so Toby could grab it.  They both stroked for less than a minute more and shot their loads together.  They lay quietly and out of breath for several minutes.  Zeke looked down at the pool of thick white cum on his stomach and ran his finger through it.  When he sucked it off, Toby gasped.

“Christ, Zeke, what are you doing?  That’s a nasty dirty thing to do.  You shouldn’t put it in your mouth.”

“Dad, it tastes good.  A lot of men eat their own cum.  It kind of gives you a close connection to your own sexuality.”

“Well, that’s not for me.”

The next day was warm with a cloudless sky.  Zeke and his dad decided to attend a ball game that afternoon.  During the 7th Inning stretch, they went to the restroom.  As he stood at the long row of urinals, Toby glanced furtively down the row, left and right, at all those penises peeing and getting shaken.  Zeke wondered if his dad was developing a penis fetish.  For a man who never wanted to talk about sex, he seemed now to be opening up his mind to a new world of interest that fascinated him.

When they returned to their seats, Toby said, “Zeke, have you ever seen a penis that wasn’t circumcised?  I never did until today.  The one standing next to me had all this big flap of skin hanging over the head.  As he peed, he kept moving that skin back and forth over the head.  The oddest thing.”

“Yes, I’ve seen guys who weren’t circumcised.  Some claim the feeling is much better that way.  But I wonder how they can make the comparison.”

Toby shook his head.  “I don’t know how the feeling can be any better.”

When they returned home later that afternoon, Toby seemed at loose ends again.  Ever since his wife died, he’d seemed morose much of the time, but now Zeke could sense a measure of excitement in his eyes.

“Dad,” he said, “you know the dirty book store over by the Mall?  I think while you’re fixing dinner, I’ll zip over there and rent a good circle-jerk video.  I know you find it hard to understand how guys can touch each other’s penises and all that, and this’ll give you a chance to see what it’s like.”

“Well, I just have an idle curiosity.  That’s all.”

“Sure Dad.  I’ll be right back.”

After supper, Zeke invited his dad to strip down and lie on his single bed with him.  He put the DVD in the player and lay next to his dad. 

There were all of ten men on the video, ranging in age, it seemed, from the twenties into the sixties.  All were fine physical specimens.  They were fully clothed at first, appearing like a group of businessmen at a meeting.  Then, as though on cue, they began to strip off their clothes, piece by piece, until they were all completely naked.  They sat next to one another on a large U-shaped sectional sofa and slowly began stroking their hard cocks.  Soon, various moans and groans were heard as they each became more intent on jacking themselves off. 

Toby’s eyes were literally bulging out at the sight as he stroked his own hard penis.  Suddenly, they saw one of the men reach over and take hold of the balls of the one sitting next to him.  Toby gasped.  Another of the men moved his free hand across the thigh of the one sitting next to him and then took over jacking that man off.  As time went on, there was more touching and caressing of one another, while continuing to jack off.  The moaning became louder and more erotic. 

Zeke wondered what would happen if he reached over again and took his dad’s cock in his hand and started stroking like he had done a few nights before and like the men were doing on the video. 

The video had been running now for about ten minutes.  Toby gave a little gasp.  “Look at that,” he said.

Zeke looked up and saw one of the men had crouched down on the floor between the legs of the man next to him and was sucking the man’s hard cock.  Zeke hadn’t realized that would be on a video about circle jerks.  It wasn’t something he was interested in and didn’t want his dad to see it.  He was sure it would turn his dad off of everything .

Toby stopped stroking and stared at the video with his mouth open.  By now, several men were sucking off the others.

“Jeese, they’re a bunch of fags, Zeke,” he said shaking his head.  “How can they do that.”

“Dad, haven’t you ever had a blow job?”

“Of course.  But never by another man.  Only fucking queers do that.  Sorry for the language.”

Zeke turned off the video.  His dad had apparently reached the limit of his interest.  Zeke, too, wasn’t keen on seeing the action degrade to that point.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” he said.  “I didn’t realize they were going to take it beyond a simple circle-jerk.”

Dad stared at the blank screen.  “There certainly isn’t anything impotent about those men.  Watching them jack off one another seems like innocent fun.  But putting another man’s penis in your mouth is beyond innocence.  It’s dirty and perverse.  Every one of those men are fags.  Those men are sick, depraved.  I hope that wasn’t going to be the next bit of . . . fun you were planning on introducing me to.”

“No Dad,” Zeke said as he hesitantly put his hand on his dad’s bare thigh.  “I have no interest in doing anything like that.  I didn’t know the video included blow jobs.  If I had, I wouldn’t have rented it.”

Dad shook his head.  “And I suppose they fuck each other, too, which is just as bad.”

“I think they do, Dad.  Just like men and women, it’s usually the culmination of their love-making and . . . .”

“I don’t want to hear it.  It’s not something normal people talk about.  I can understand displaying one’s manhood to other men.  A man’s penis defines him.  And without it, he’s nothing.  Being able to produce sperm in good quantities is what makes a man a man.  He should have the right to hold up his manhood as a model of masculine strength in the presence of his friends and others.  But what they’re doing, flopping all over the floor like that, and slobbering all over each other’s bodies is absolutely degrading.” 

“Okay, Dad.”

Toby had always been the reigning authority figure in Zeke’s life, but now he realized he’d probably become too venturesome in breaking through the wall his dad put up against changing his views about sex.  He’d originally wanted only for him to recapture the joys of masturbation.  He’d tried to be circumspect and cautious in his efforts, but one thing led to another and it simply went too far.

Zeke’s own sexual yearnings had always centered around sex with women, his beautiful wife, his masturbation fantasies and the erotic enjoyment he found in circle jerks.  His dad was right.  Those circle jerks were by all means a display of a man’s individual masculine powers, a contest where there were winners and losers, involving the emotions of envy and pride.  Zeke remembered back on the night when his dad and he first masturbated together.  When Toby came and shot that huge load of thick cum all over his stomach, he looked into Zeke’s eyes with an unmistakable look of pride on his face that said, “Can you beat that, Son?”

That night, Toby invited Zeke into his own double bed.  Zeke felt strange at first having his father in his narrow bed, but he rather felt quite at home lying naked in his father’s bed.  They hardly spoke, but simply started jacking off.  But there was one last thing Zeke wanted between he and his dad . . . to jack off each other.  Toby didn’t object when he saw them doing it on the video.  It was the cock-sucking that turned him off.

“Dad, there’s something I’d like you to do.”

“What’s that?”

“I’d like you to jack me off.  It would please me a lot.”

As Toby hesitantly moved his hand over and took hold of Zeke’s dripping piece of manhood, he said, “This is wrong, Zeke.  It’s dirty.  I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But you can’t resist, can you dad?” Zeke said with a wry smile.  After you get me off, I want to jack off your cock.”  Zeke noticed the usual grimace on his dad’s face at Zeke’s use of the word ‘cock.’

When they finished, and they’d both cum, it was clear to Zeke that his dad had once again won the day.  With his considerably larger penis, he’d shot several inches higher on his stomach than his son had.  Zeke was glad.  He was so glad.

The next day, Zeke arranged to have lunch with his friend Tom in a small café next door to his law office.  They talked about a lot of things, but Zeke was curious about something.

“Tom, I’m going to have to return home in a few days.  I hope we can find time to get together for another jerk-off session.”

“We’ll make time, Zeke.”

“I have a question for you.  Have you ever had a blow job?”

“Of course,” Tom Said.  “We both have.”

“I know, but have you ever had a man suck you off?”

“What are you doing, Zeke?  You want me to start revealing my darkest secrets?”

“No, but I saw a porno video not long ago where guys were sucking each other off.  I’ve never seen that before.  But I just want to know, honestly and confidentially as a friend, if you’ve had that experience.  If you have, I’m not going to shout it from the housetops.”

“Okay.  Sure.  Once.  Back in my pre-Law days, my roommate sucked me off a couple of times.”

“Did you like it,” Zeke asked.

“You bet I did.  Best blow jobs I ever had.  He took it all the way down his throat.  It seemed like all the women I’ve had blow me, including my wife, were just too dainty about it.

Zeke looked Tom in the eye and said, “Now for the sixty-four million dollar question.”

“I know what your going to ask, Zeke.  Sure, I felt obliged to repay him.  And, yeah, it wasn’t bad.  He had a cock any guy’d be envious of.  He was a real stud.  He had the most gorgeous girls climbing all over him.  He’d come in late at night and tell me about the girl he’d fucked that night while I lay there jacking off under the sheet.  I understand he got one girl pregnant.  One reason sucking him off was okay was that I imagined that cock had been in a bunch of girls’ pussies.”

“So, he wasn’t . . . you know . . . Gay?

“Hell, no.  He just liked to suck guys’ cocks.  It turned him on.  He told me a lot of straight guys suck cock.  I can see where that might happen, especially after I had his cock down my throat.”

“What did you do with his cum when he shot it in your mouth?  How did it taste?”

“I swallowed it.  It tasted just like my own.”

Tom looked at Zeke with a smile on his face.  “Hey, buddy, you sound like you might be interested in something like that.”

“I might be, since you say it’s pretty good.”

“Well, Zeke, maybe we can arrange that before you go home to your wife.”

A couple of nights before Zeke left for home, he and Tom got together at his office after closing time one night.  Zeke was really very apprehensive about sucking Tom off.  Somehow, it didn’t seem right.  But after seeing the men on the video do it, and knowing that Tom had done it, he was really very curious.

When it was over, Zeke was surprised how much it excited him to have a hard penis in his mouth, and to taste Tom’s cum.  And Tom was right.  The blow job he gave was far and away more erotic and exciting than any woman had given him.

Before Zeke left, he asked Tom if he would be kind enough to look in on his dad from time to time.

“Tom, my dad has been doing quite well lately.  He’s been working through his grief over my Mom’s death very well.”

“I’ll be glad to visit him often.”

Zeke lowered his voice.  “Tom, since you’ve always been my best friend, I want to share something with you confidentially.  You remember I told you that I wished that my dad would start masturbating again to help raise his spirits and get him out of his doldrums.  Well, I worked hard on him while I’ve been here, and he’s finally rediscovered the joys of jerking off.”

“How did you do that?”

“Well, I managed to get in bed with him and eventually got him to jack off with me.  It was hard going, though, since he resisted me almost every step of the way.  But I think he’s really into it now.  I also got him to like jacking me off and letting me jack him off.  He’s not into sucking cock, though, and is disgusted with the idea of eating another guy’s cum.”

“Wow, Zeke.  What an amazing thing you were able to do.  My own dad and I are perfectly open to talking about sex and masturbation and all that, but it never happened that we saw each other masturbate, much less doing it together.”

“I just wanted you to know that, Tom.  I told him about you and I having enjoyed jacking off together for many years.  And I also mentioned that we got involved with a number of circle-jerks together.  I think he’s okay about doing it with me, but he’s not so sure about doing with a group of guys.

“Boy,” Tom said, “you’ve really made some progress with him.”

“I just wanted you to know, Tom, so that if anything comes up about it, you won’t be surprised and can deal with it.”

“Well, Zeke, I don’t know if I’ll have a reason to bring up that subject myself.”

“I know, Tom.  But if you do, or he mentions it, don’t worry about it.  Just play along, if you know what I mean.  I think additional reinforcement from you will help.”

“Okay, Zeke, I’m sure we’ll do fine.”

On the day before Zeke left for home, he talked to his Dad and told him he’d asked Tom to look in on him from time to time.

“Dad, I just want to be sure you’re okay.”

Toby’s eyes brightened.  “Isn’t Tom the friend you jack off with sometimes?  The one who’s been in circle jerks with you?”

“Sure, that’s him, Dad.  If the subject of masturbation or circle jerks comes up, don’t worry.  He’s very amenable to talk about it, especially if he knows you don’t object to that kind of activity.”

“Well,” Toby said, “it’s very nice of him to find the time to visit me once in a while.  I’m sure we’ll get along fine.”

On the drive home, Zeke smiled to himself most of the way.  He was certain both his Dad and Tom would see to it that masturbation and circle jerks would be major topics of conversation.  And knowing his dad as well as knowing the smooth way that Tom always handled things, they would end up enjoying every minute of their time together.  Furthermore, Zeke thought, with Toby being subject to Tom’s suave, velvety, and convincing personality, he might find himself believing that sucking another man’s penis is not all that terrible after all.  Zeke was pleased that he seized the opportunity to get Dad and Tom together . . . alone.

When Zeke was greeted at the door that evening, his wife asked, “How’s your Dad feeling?”

“Well, Honey, I think he’s going to be fine.  Really fine indeed.”

Several days later in the late afternoon, Tom drove up to Toby’s house and went to the door.  When he rang the bell, Toby appeared.

“Well, hello there, Tom.”

“Mr. Cummings, I promised Zeke I’d pay you a visit once in awhile after he left for home to make sure you’re doing well.”

“That’s very nice of you, Tom.  Come on in.  I was just about to fix myself a drink.  Will you join me?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Come on in the kitchen with me.  I’m having my usual Scotch on the rocks.  What would you like?  I’ve got beer and wine if you’d rather.”

“No, I think I’ll join you with a Scotch on the rocks, please.  You’re looking very well, Mr. Cummings.  The last time I saw you, you seemed so depressed.”

“Oh, yes.  It always helps me to have Zeke here with me.  Don’t know what I’d do without him.  He talked with me a lot on this last visit and got me straightened out on a lot of things.  Let’s go in the living room where we can be comfortable.”

After they were seated, Tom took a sip of his drink.  “Mmm, this is good.  I understand you had good news after your prostate biopsy.  No cancer.”

“Yes, Tom, that was good news.  I was spared having to go through surgery.  I suppose a man is no longer a man once he loses his prostate.”

“I’m sure that’s true, Mr. Cummings.  I know the side effects of that surgery are not pleasant.  I hope the day doesn’t come when I can no longer . . . you know . . . make love to my wife.”

Toby raised his eyebrows in surprise.  “Why wouldn’t you be able to . . . do that if you had surgery?”

Tom hesitated, then leaned forward like he was revealing a secret.  “Well, I understand after such surgery, a man is often not able to . . . uh . . . get an erection.”

Toby also leaned forward slightly.  “My word, Tom, you’re not serious.”

“I am serious.  It can change a man’s life and cause him to be severely depressed.  I suppose you went through that, Mr. Cummings, when you lost your wife.  You were no longer able to . . . I mean . . . you couldn’t . . . .”

“Quite right, Tom.  But Zeke straightened me out on that, and I’m really quite fine now.”

Tom knew what Zeke had done, but he would ask anyway.  “What could Zeke have possibly done to bring about such a change in your thinking?

 

“Well, Tom, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but you’re a grown man and you know about these things, I’m sure.”  Toby leaned forward again and spoke softy as though someone might be listening.  “It’s masturbation,” he whispered.

“Masturbation?”

“Yes.  Not only had I been saddened by my wife’s death, but I hadn’t realized that the lack of . . . you know . . . sex was taking a toll on me.”

Tom nodded.  “I can see not having that available to you, or to any man, would cause great distress.”

“Indeed it had.  But Zeke took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and reminded me of the great relief and peace of mind that can come with masturbation.  If you can believe it, I’d always thought such a thing was practiced only by young boys.  But if you’ll pardon me for mentioning this, Zeke told me that you and he both still masturbate and . . . you still do it together sometimes.”

“Oh, yes, that’s true.  It’s just a couple of guys . . . a couple of really good friends . . . enjoying getting off together.  We have a good time.  It’s kind of a bond between us.  There’s no embarrassment or anything like that.”

“Well, Tom, I’ll admit to you that Zeke finally talked me into doing it with him.  And, as you say, it’s good to just be open with a friend and do it together.  As Zeke says, everyone does it, and there’s no point in keeping it a secret from those you’re close to.”

“You’re absolutely right Mr. Cummings.  Did Zeke ever mention to you about circle-jerks?”

“Please call me Toby.  No point in our being so formal.  Here, let me have your glass.  I think we both need a refill.”

When Toby returned, he said, “Yes, Zeke did tell me about the circle-jerks you and he participated in.  It shocked me at first, but doing it with him made me think that doing it with more than one other man might be rather interesting.  Being with others, I find, tends to take me out of myself, if you know what I mean.

Tom smiled.  “I think I do.  I have to admit to you, Toby, if it were just Zeke and myself sitting here alone talking about this, it probably wouldn’t be long before we were . . . you know.”

“Not long before what?” Toby asked.

“Well, you know, Zeke and I would probably be jerking our dicks by this time.”

Toby smiled.  “Really?”  He picked up the two empty glasses and rushed into the kitchen for refills.

When Toby returned, he sat on the edge of his chair and repeated, “Really?  You would?”

“Sure, if no one else was around that might be offended.  I kind of think, Toby, you might not be offended.”

“Well, I don’t know.  I guess not.”

“We’d sort of see that we each had bulges in our pants, and we’d just do it.”

“Bulges?”

“Sure, Toby.  Kind of like the one you have right now hanging down inside your left pant leg.  Zeke was right.  You’ve got a real monster there.”

Toby laid his hand over the bulge and smiled.  “He told you that?”

“Yeah.  Remember he and I are really close friends.  We keep no secrets from each other.”

“I can see that,” Toby said, “and I can also see you’re making no secret of your own bulge.”

They both stared at each other in silence for several minutes.

“How about it Toby.  We’re just two guys alone for the evening.  Is there any law against our having a little fun?  You know, a little relief from the tensions of the day.  I had a hard day in court today, and I think I could use a little relief.”

“Here?  You mean, right here?”

“It doesn’t matter.  Wherever’s your pleasure, Toby.  But if you’d rather not . . . .”

Toby’s face began to flush.  “Oh no.  It’s not that.  Maybe upstairs would be best.”

Tom finished his drink and put his glass down.  “Well, onward and upward, Toby.”

Toby hadn’t expected this turn of events.  But it felt as though every cell in his body was crying out for him to do this.  After all, it was just as Tom had said.  They were just two guys who liked to masturbate with each other.  No harm in that.

When they entered Toby’s bedroom, Tom knew he’d have to take the lead.  He immediately started removing his clothing and hanging it over the back of a chair.  When he was fully naked, he pulled back the spread and lay on the sheet spread-eagle.

“Go ahead, Toby.  Strip it all off.  I won’t start until you lie down.” 

Tom knew that Toby was extremely nervous, but at the same time, showing his eagerness.  As he watched Tony strip off his clothes, he was amazed at the masculine beauty of this sixty-five-year-old’s body.  And the hard penis.  Everything Zeke had said about it was true.

Toby lay next to Tom.  He was tense.  The muscles and tendons in his arms and legs seemed stretched to the limit.

“Okay, Toby, let’s start jerking.  Maybe we can cum at the same time.  That’s always great to see another guy shooting his load while you’re in the middle of your own orgasm.  That’s really the best.

They lay quietly, stroking their rigid penises.  It was obvious, though, that Toby was staring at Tom’s hefty rod as he stroked. 

“I wish I could do this with my own dad,” Tom said.  “He and I are pretty close, but neither of us have ever suggested doing this.”

Toby seemed to relax a bit.  “Maybe you could sometime seduce him, just as you and Zeke have seduced me.”

“We didn’t seduce you, Toby.  You’re doing this on your own volition.  Now admit it.  You wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want to.”

Toby smiled and started stroking his gorged penis with considerably more vigor.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum, Toby, and we’ll cum together.  I’m ready anytime you are.”

Toby started to groan, and his body stiffened.  “Now!  Now, Tom!”

Tom let his own orgasm sweep over him and he watched volley after volley of Toby’s sperm shoot out, settling in pools on his stomach.  Tom reached over and took hold of Toby’s penis and squeezed more cum out of it onto his fingers.  Then as Toby watched, he licked his fingers clean.

Toby looked alarmed.  “Why did you do that?  That’s awful.  Putting another man’s penis cum in your mouth.”

“Why not, Toby?  It tastes good.  Haven’t you ever tasted your own cum?”

“No.”  Toby turned his head away.  “Maybe we shouldn’t have done this.”

Tom turned toward Toby and propped himself up on one elbow.  “Listen to me, Toby.  What we did is no different from two guys having fun together fishing in a boat out on the lake.  Two guys enjoying each other’s company at a football game.  Two guys sitting alone playing a comfortable game of pinochle.  Two guys going together to a hot strip club and whaling it up.  It’s in a guy’s nature to go off and have a good time with another guy.  When they’re together, they can do what they want, say what they want.  And you know why?  They’re buddies, that’s why.  What’s the difference between two guys having a good time jerking their dicks together and two guys having a good time yelling their fucking heads off at football game.  It’s just stuff guys do together, Toby.  It’s in our nature.”

Toby looked over at Tom with a smile.  “Just like Zeke, you’re so damned convincing.  So damned logical.  But, Tom, you realize I did this behind Zeke’s back.  I feel kind of guilty.”

Tom scooped up a little of his own cum from his stomach and held it out.  “Want some, Toby?  It’s good.”

Toby turned away.  “No, no.  That’s a dirty thing to do.”

As Tom licked his fingers, he said, “You don’t have to worry about Zeke.  He’s aware  this would happen.  In fact, he went home knowing it would happen . . . wanting it to happen.”

“He did?  Zeke’s a good boy.  He and I have become pretty close over the last week or so.”

“He’s not a boy anymore, Toby.  He and I are both 40 years old.  The three of us are grown men, and we know what we’re doing.  We know what we like and we go for it.”

Tom rolled out of bed and wiped the cum off his stomach with a towel he saw lying on the floor next to the bed.  “Toby, are you sure you wouldn’t like a little taste of this before I wipe it off?

“No, I’m sure.”

“I suppose you’re right, knowing what we like and going for it.” Toby said, “but you don’t think I’m becoming a fag, one of those queers, do you.  I couldn’t stand that.”

As Tom sat down and tied his shoes, he said, “You need to understand something, Toby.  I read somewhere that a man’s penis is the one thing he’s most proud of.  It means everything to a man.  There was a study done that over eighty-five percent of all straight men harbor a secret penis fetish, and are fascinated, not only with their own penis, but with the penises of other men.  A lot of straight guys get involved with circle-jerks for the express purpose of viewing and admiring the penises of other men and their ability to shoot a good load.  That’s it.  It isn’t that they’re sexually attracted to other men like they’re attracted to women.  But on the other hand, a man’s curiosity about other men’s penises could very well be a form of sexual attraction.  But not in the homosexual sense.  That’s the reason you and I and Zeke like to jack off together.

“You’re right about that.”

“And I’m sure,” Tom said, “when Zeke gets back here in a couple of weeks, we’ll have our own little circle-jerk.  I may come by tomorrow night again, just to see how you’re making out.  You know I promised Zeke I’d take care of any of your needs.

During the following two weeks, Tom visited Zeke’s dad just about every other evening.  Toby had become comfortable with jacking off with Tom in his bed.  Tom was even able to talk Toby into mutual masturbation.  Toby grew to enjoy jacking off Tom’s penis, but he refused to taste his or Tom’s cum.

Tom had been thinking about his own father, Brian, and one evening when he hadn’t gone to see Toby, he drove over to his widowed father’s house.  He’d been careful to call first since he knew  his dad had a girlfriend, who sometimes stayed the night with him.  While his dad was sixty-five, like Zeke’s dad, the woman was only forty-nine years old.  They obviously were having a rather intense sexual relationship.  During Tom’s private jack off sessions, he often fantasized about his father’s penis fucking that woman’s cunt.  His desire to jack off with his father, as his friend Zeke had come to do with his own dad, was growing. 

When Tom arrived at his dad’s house, they sat down and he came right to the point.

“Dad, you know you’ve always been open with me about sex and stuff like that.  Can I ask you a question?”

“You bet your fucking ass.  Anything.”

“You told me a long time ago that you masturbated as a young man, saying that most men masturbate all their lives.  Do you still masturbate?”

“Of course, I do, Tom.”

“But, Dad, you have . . . you know . . . you have Kathleen now.”

“That doesn’t matter, son.  Kathleen’s not here every night.”

“So you masturbate when she’s not here?”

“Of course.  You must know how that is.  Surely there are nights when your wife doesn’t feel like a good fuck.”

“Tell me, Dad.  Did you ever participate in circle-jerks when you were young?  A circle-jerk is . . . .”

“I know what the fuck it is, Tom.  Of course.  They were great fun.  How about yourself?”

“Oh yes.  Zeke and I masturbated many times together, as well as in some circle-jerks.”

“I figured you’d been beating your fucking meat.  I remember when you and Zeke were kids and you had a sleepover some nights at our house, I was pretty fucking sure that’s what you were doing.  I could smell the sex all the way down the hall.”

Tom sat wringing his hands in his lap.  “Maybe I shouldn’t ask you this, but , , , ,”

“You can ask me any fucking thing you want, son.  You know that.  I won’t lie to you.  Never have.”

“Dad, do you still go to circle jerks?”

“Why, sure.  I and some of those fuckers in my poker club, as you know, go up to the cabin from time to time for a fishing trip.  Before we go to bed each night, we always enjoy a good round-table jerk-off.  It doesn’t beat a good fuck, but it keeps the old cock exercised.”

“You probably wouldn’t approve of this, but Zeke and his dad jack off together.”

“Is that right?  There’s nothing wrong with that if they both agree to it.”

“Yes, they do.  Zeke got him to do that to help his dad get over his grief after losing his wife.”

Tom sat quietly for awhile, not sure of what he should say next.  After a few moments, his dad smiled.  “Am I to believe, Tom, that you’d like to have a good jerk-off with me sometime?”

“Well, Dad, we never talked about that and I didn’t think . . . .”

“We’re two grown men, Tom, and if you want to jack off and shoot a good load with me, okay.  You’ve never mentioned it before.  You should have let me know a long time ago if that’s what you wanted.”

“I guess I was waiting for you to suggest it.  Dad, Zeke asked me to look in on his dad from time to time while he’s back home with his own family.  I’m going to admit to you that I also jacked off with Zeke’s dad several times this past week or so.

Tom was sure he’d crossed the line by admitting this, but it was too late now.  “I know when Zeke gets back here, the three of us will probably jack off together.”

Brian got up and sat next to Tom on the sofa.  He laughed and put his arm around Tom’s shoulders.  “Okay, Tom, what the fuck are you getting at?”

Tom could feel the blood rushing to his head.  “Well, if you still have circle-jerks with your friends, I was just wondering if . . . .”

“If what?”

“If you would like to have a circle-jerk with Zeke and his dad and me sometime.”

Brian laughed.  “Well, son, that all depends on whether or not they’d want me there.”

“Oh, dad, I know they would.  Would you do it?”

“I’ll think about.  I see it’s only seven o’clock.  You’ll need to get back to your family.  But if you’d like, I do think we have time to . . . you know . . . have our first jerk-off together upstairs if you care to.  That is, if you’re not saving yourself for a good fuck with Barbara tonight.  I wouldn’t want to interfere with a guy’s fucking schedule.”

Tom stood up.  “No, Dad.  I really want to jerk off with you.”

Brian also stood and said, “You’re not going to be embarrassed or anything, are you?  Nothing to be embarrassed about.  It’s just something guys do.  We maybe should have jerked off together a long ago if I thought you wanted to.  I don’t force anybody to do anything.  They gotta wanna do it.  That is, except for one time.  Way back when I was in basic training, a bunch of us fuckers were jacking off together in the barracks one night.  Then our asshole drill sergeant walked in on us and raised all sorts of shit about it.  We grabbed him and stripped him down and told him to start jacking his own dick.  And if he didn’t, we said we were going to report him to the Captain that he was a fucking queer and was abusing his troops sexually.  So he obliged.  What a humongous fucking cock that little shit-head had on him.

Tom realized now that he and his dad thought alike.

When they got to the bedroom, Tom found the bed all unmade and messy.

“Sorry for the mess, Tom.  Kathleen was here last night and we slept ‘til noon.  Never got around to making the bed.  Here, let me straighten it up.  Don’t mind the fucking wet spots.”

Tom looked around and saw an oversized vibrator dildo lying on the bed table with a tube of KY.  Next to it were two DVDs.  On the cover of one of them was a picture of one woman and three men.  One of them was fucking her in the pussy and the second was fucking her in the asshole, while the third was fucking her mouth.  The other had a picture of a man on his knees with his ass in the air, while a woman ate out his asshole.

The fact that his dad made no move to remove these items excited Tom.  He knew at that moment that his dad was a real player in sex and that he would eagerly involve himself with him and Zeke and his father.

When they first jumped into bed together, Brian reached over and took hold of his son’s throbbing cock.  “You’ve got a fine tool there, Tom.  I’m sure your wife Barbara can hardly wait to get that thing up her pussy.  We’d better not let Kathleen see it.  She’d be all over your fucking ass.”

Tom gave his dad a wry smile.  “Would that bother you, Dad?”

“Well it all depends, son.  If she decided she liked a younger stud’s cock like yours better than mine, I might have a fucking problem with that.”

Tom reached over and took his dad’s cock in his hand.  “I’m afraid there’s no chance she’d give up a monster like yours.”

They fell silent and began stroking their hard penises.  Tom said, “Dad do you think we can cum together?”

“Sure.  Just give me the signal when you’re ready.”

After about two minutes, Tom stiffened up and began moaning.  His orgasm hit him like a sledge hammer.  At that moment, Brian let go.  They both bucked their hips wildly and shot their hot streams of cum all over their stomachs. 

After they had both caught their breaths, Tom said, “God, Dad, you can still shoot like a twenty year-old.  See, you’ve got a puddle of it up on your neck.”

“You didn’t do bad yourself, son.  Here, let me have a little of that.”

Brian ran his finger through a pool of Tom’s cum and sucked it off.  “Mmm.  Just as sweet as any I’ve tasted.”

“Have you tasted other guys’ cum?”

“Oh, sure.  When the boys and I are up at the cabin, we like to do that just to complete the bond among us.”

Tom rolled over close to his dad and licked off a large glob of cum sitting just about his left nipple.

“Dad, I tried to get Zeke’s dad, Toby, to do that.  But he thought that was a dirty thing to do.”

“Well, Tom, if we ever get together, I’ll do my best to change his mind.”

“Dad, I see you have a pretty big dildo sitting over there.”

“Oh yes, When I’m dicking Kathleen, I like to have her fuck me with it.  It feels really good on the prostate, and it makes the orgasms really great.  Have you ever tried a dildo up your ass, son?  Would you like me to show you?”

“No, Dad, not now.  I have to get home to Barbara and the kids.”

“You can take it along with you.  Maybe Barbara could use it on you.” 

I see you have a couple of good DVDs, too.”

“They’re really terrifc, Tom.  Would you like to borrow them?  They’re not due back for another week.  This one here is the one that inspired Kathleen to eat out my asshole.  Her terrific tongue action really sends me over the edge.”

When Tom returned home, the kids were out for the evening, and he talked his wife into having a good fuck before they came home.  As he fucked her, he fantasized that he was watching his dad fucking Kathleen as she fucked him with the dildo.  He also imagined what it would be like to have Barbara lick his asshole.  He knew, though, that Barbara would never go for that.

Several days later, Tom received a phone call from Zeke.  “Hi, Tom.  Tomorrow I’m driving back to be with Dad again for about a week.  But I’m curious to know if you were able to visit him a few times.”

“Well, Zeke, I visited him about every other evening during the two weeks you’ve been gone.”

“Was anything said about masturbation and stuff like that?”

“I have to tell you, Zeke, there were not only things said, but we ended up jacking off in his bed together every time I was there.  And also, it looks like he’s really curious about circle jerks.  I have no doubt the three of us might have some fun in that regard.”

“Good for you, Tom.  I knew he’d come around.”

“One thing he still won’t do, Zeke, and that’s eating another guy’s cum.  He won’t even eat his own.  He keeps saying it’s dirty.

“Maybe he’ll come around.”

“I have some other news for you.  You know my dad and I have always been open about sex.  I took a chance to ask him what he thought of circle jerks.  Well, you can’t imagine how he opened up to me.  I wished I’d asked him about all this stuff before.  He not only admitted that he still jacks off with his friends, but told me all about how he’s fucking his new girlfriend.  On top of that, after I told him about you and your dad jacking off, he offered to jack off with me, and we did.  And when I suggested that he join you and me and your dad in a circle jerk, he said he’d love to do that.  Can you beat that, Zeke?”

“This is great, Tom.  I’ll be there tomorrow night.  I’ll call you.”

When Zeke arrived home, his dad made a couple of drinks for them.  Toby could hardly wait to tell his son about his times with Tom.

“Zeke, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your starting me back on masturbation.  Having those wonderful orgasms again has changed my life.  And to do it with someone else makes them all the more powerful.  I hope you don’t mind my being with Tom on many of those nights while you were gone.”

“Of course, I don’t mind.  I was hoping it would happen.  I talked with Tom on the phone before I left home, and he said he was able to discuss all this with his own dad.  And guess what.  His dad would be willing to get into a circle-jerk with you and me and Tom.”

“Really?  You’re not kidding me, are you?”

“Come on, Dad, finish your drink.  I think we’ve got some lost time to make up for.”

It was not long before Zeke and his dad were back in bed, eagerly jacking off. 

The next day, Tom called.  “Zeke, my dad’s giving us an invitation.  He wants you and your dad to join us next weekend up at our cabin.  He goes there quite often to fish and to play with his own poker friends.  Do you think you can make it?”

“Sure that would be great.  Does he have in mind some circle-jerks?”

“I think so.  I have to warn you, though, my dad talks pretty openly about sex and uses a lot of barracks language.  After being in the Army so long, I don’t think he knows any other way of talking.  I hope it won’t bother your dad.”

“I’m sure it won’t.  He might learn something.”

When Zeke and his dad arrived at the cabin in the late afternoon, Tom’s dad Brian showed us into the bedroom where there was an immense king-sized bed.

“You can put your shit here on these luggage racks.  Then you can take a look at my liquor cabinet and decide what kind of drink you want.  We can sit out on the front deck and watch the sailboats.  They’re beautiful in the twilight against the sunset.  Makes me kind of horny sometimes.”

When they were settled on deck chairs with their drinks, Brian waved his arm toward the West.  “This is the best time of day.  Very romantic.  Sometimes when I bring Kathleen . . . she’s my lady friend . . . up here, I give her a good fuck right there on the chaise.  It’s really the best when a cool breeze blows over us from the lake.  It makes her nipples stand up and turn hard.  And it makes my balls get all crinkled up.  Do you have a girlfriend, Toby?”

“Uh . . . no.”

“Well, then, I understand you get your orgasms by jacking your cock off.  That’s good.  I jerk off  the old dick whenever Kathleen isn’t available.  It’s a time when I can let all my down and dirty fantasies go wild.”

“I find it’s very settling for me to do that,” Toby said.  “Thanks to my boy Zeke here, as well as Tom, it’s helped me get past the grief I felt after my wife’s passing.”

“I agree it’s the next best thing,” Brian said, “when we don’t have a nice hot pussy to fuck or to chew on.  At least Tom and Zeke here have all the hot pussy they need.”

“That’s very true,” Toby said.

“I understand, Toby, you’re curious about circle-jerks.  I love them.  It’s a great way to bond with your men friends.  One of my friends has a dong that measures a little over nine inches.  He’s very proud of it.  And the rest of us love to watch him stroke it and then shoot a stream of cum that beats us all.  Even though we’re all kind of envious of it, we admire that symbol of his fucking  manhood greatly.  He tells us his wife can’t get enough of it.  She even takes it comfortably up her asshole, too.  Now, Tom here, has a prick that could rival that one.  Come on, Tom, pull it out and let them see it.”

“My dad and I have both seen it, Brian,” Zeke said.  “It’s magnificent.”

“Sure is,” Brian said.  “I told Tom he’d better stay away from Kathleen because she’d have it up her ass in a minute

They continued talking and drinking until the sun went down.  Brian led the way inside and into the bedroom.  Without saying a word, he began removing his clothes.

“Okay, guys.  All us fuckers need to strip down and climb in.  We have a fun night ahead of us.”

Toby was the slowest to take off his clothes.  When he finally removed his under shorts, Brian stepped over and took hold of Toby’s hard cock with one hand and lifted his balls with the other.

“Hey there, Toby.  This is a pretty fine looking fuck stick.  That big fucker’s even dripping some juice.”

Brian let go of it and licked his fingers.  “Now the bed’s wide enough where we can all lie side-by-side.  You get in the middle, Toby, and I’ll lie beside you.  Zeke, you lie on the other side of your dad, and Tom, you lie on the other side of me.  Does anyone want that dildo over there up his ass?”

Everyone said no.

“Well, you fuckers don’t know what you’re missing.  Tom, put some KY on that fucking dildo and push it up my ass.  It’s a great feeling.”

Brian raised his legs just enough to allow Tom to see his hairy asshole and push it in. 

Toby could hardly believe what he was witnessing.  “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Fuck no, Toby.  When you shoot your load, the feeling is better than you think possible.  Now listen up, you guys.  The best thing is to try NOT to cum together.  That way, we can each watch another one of us cumming before we cum.  Watching another man having his climax and shooting his fucking load before we cum ourselves is really hot.  It makes our own cumming that much hotter.”

Brian began stroking his semen-soaked cock with his right hand while he fucked himself with his left hand.  The sight of this drove the other three men into a virtual frenzy.  As they all jacked their dicks fast and furiously, they looked at the other penises on the bed being stroked.  They all had looks of hard concentration on their faces.  They had all sunk into the depths of sexual madness as they watched one another.  The bed was bouncing and swaying like a ship in a storm.

Suddenly, Toby’s body went stiff.  He let out a growl and bucked his hips.  All eyes were on him as he shot straight up in the air a virtual geyser of thick white cum.  Each spurt fell to his stomach and formed two huge pools around his belly button. 

One by one, the sight of it brought on everyone else’s orgasms.  Hot sperm began shooting everywhere.  Brian aimed some of his cum to land on Toby’s arm and neck, and shot the rest of it onto his own stomach.  

Soon, all four of them were lying there exhausted and gasping for air.

“Dad,” Tom said, “I’ve never had an orgasm like this.  I didn’t think it was possible to have a feeling like this.  Thanks, Dad.”

Tom leaned over and took his dad’s cum-covered hand and licked it clean, while Brian moved his head over and licked up Tom’s cum from the soft hair on Tom’s leg.  Zeke licked up some of his dad’s cum from around his belly-button.

Everyone turned his gaze on Toby.  “It tastes good, Toby,” Brian said.  “Move your head over here and slurp some of my fuck juice here on my stomach.  I shot it out just for you.  It tastes better when it’s still warm.”

“No, I don’t think so.”  Toby turned his head away.

Zeke sat up abruptly and looked into his father’s face.  “Dad, we have accepted Brian’s hospitality.  He invited us here because he wanted you and me to enjoy ourselves and for you to try and abandon your hang-ups.  If you don’t taste some of Brian’s cum, it will embarrass me that we accepted his invitation.  Force yourself, Dad.  It’s the only polite thing to do for our host.”

Brian laughed.  “Aw, shit, Zeke, you don’t have to make your Dad do anything he doesn’t want to do.  I just want you fuckers to do what you want and have a good time.”

Brian pulled the dildo out of his ass and sat up.  He looked down into Toby’s face.  “Toby, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”  Brian leaned over and slurped up some of Toby’s cum from his belly button.  “You’ve got nice sweet cum, Toby.  I’d consider it an honor to have a fine looking specimen of man like you if you would taste mine.  Please.  Go ahead, Toby.  There’s a big glob of my cum on your arm.  Go ahead taste it.  If we’re going to be friends, this will be a good bond between us.”

Toby looked first at Zeke, and then at Brian.  He raised his arm and put it to his lips and sucked in Brian’s sweet nectar.  He smiled and said, “It’s good.  It’s really good.”

“I thought you’d like it, Toby.  Now go ahead and take some of your son’s cum on your tongue and when you savored that, take all you want that’s still left on all our bodies.”

Toby nodded his head as though he now knew how silly his refusal had been.  He rose to his knees and cleaned up all the cum that remained on the bodies of the other three.

When he lay back down between Brian and his son, he felt someone placing one of his hands around Zeke’s hardening penis, and the other hand wrapped around Brian’s penis, which was now once again hard as steel.  Toby closed his eyes and smiled.  He knew what they were doing.  They were trying to prove to him how erotic it was to hold other men’s penises.  He squeezed his fingers tighter around those two penises and suddenly felt so close to the guys to whom these magnificent symbols of manhood were attached.

“It’s what guys do, Dad.” Zeke said.  Guys who like and admire one another’s masculinity.  Remember, Dad, when I first mentioned masturbation to you, you got angry and said it was something we don’t talk about.  You said it was dirty and nasty.”

“Did I say that,” Toby asked innocently.  “Hey, these two cocks I have in my hands aren’t very hard.  Better get them up, because I’m ready to give you two a two-handed jack-off.  One in each hand.  And you stand by, Tom.  You’ll be next!”

Toby got up on his knees between Zeke and Brian and jacked them both off at the same time, while Tom lay next to his father, jacking his own cock.  They all soon shot their loads onto their stomachs, at which time Toby licked up every drop of it.

When Toby sat up, they others laughed as they watched a stream of cum running out of his mouth and dripping off his chin.

Brian jumped out of bed and said, “Come on, you fuckers, follow me.”

Brian ran outside and down to the beach with the others following close behind.  Laughing, they all dove into the water where they quickly engaged in a riotous melee of grab-ass.  Soon, they emerged from the water and, still laughing, threw themselves onto the grassy bank where they looked up at the starry sky and a full moon that had just arisen above the horizon.

Zeke, Toby, Tom, and Brian.  Four average men who found a common thread of understanding in their lives and established it firmly as the basis of an intense friendship that was so strong, it would never wane for the rest of their lives.

Author’s Note:  This is a one-installment story and will not be continued.  As always, comments of any kind about this story are welcome and appreciated.  All responses will be acknowledged.

Posted: 03/12/10