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My name is Ron, and my twin brother's name is Sam. We're in our mid-twenties now and each have had loving partners for the past four years. All four of us are professional men and we live compatibly together in a large house in a suburb of Austin, Texas. To say that we have a very satisfying and exciting sexual life would be an understatement. And we owe it all to our father. It was not that we ever had sexual relations with our dad to any great extent; he simply did his best to instill in us an appreciation for the beauty, the naturalness and the pleasure that humans were meant to have in response to the sexual urges that were part of our genetic makeup when we are born.

Through our dad, we were imbued with the idea that sexual pleasure, in all it's forms, is one of the joys of life, and that we were to respect it as a part of our nature. To deny those urges, no matter what form our sexuality takes, should be considered contrary to human nature. We grew to realize that many of his liberal views in this regard are controversial, to say the least, considering the teachings of the religious fundamentalists and the Catholic Church, as well as the moral beliefs of many others.

With that being said, I'll be more specific as to our dad's influence on us. When Sam and I were eleven years old, dad felt it was time to give us the proverbial "Birds and the Bees" lesson. He referred to it simply as the "The Facts of Life." Dad was also a professional man, a lawyer, who several years ago gave up his law practice and became a full-time professor of law in the law school of the local State University. Gregarious by nature, he is liked by everyone who meets him. He's always been philosophical in his approach to life and its twists and turns. He never fails to speak his mind, but is always mindful of the feelings of others.

Although dad is now in his mid-forties, he maintains his attractive physique. He had been a champion distance swimmer in both high school and college, and still has those wonderful gentle muscular curves that swimmers have. Dad never felt any necessity for men to hide their nudity when around each other, and raised Sam and me not to be embarrassed about our naked bodies while at home and in the presence of one another. As far back as I can remember, I have seen my dad naked almost daily, mainly when taking a shower, going back and forth from the bathroom to his bedroom, or getting up to pee in the middle of the night. The only times we would see him with an erection were sometimes in the morning after he got up and had the usual morning erection that we all tend to have when we wake up. Consequently, Sam and I were never embarrassed about having erections around our dad. It was all quite natural to us.

Therefore, when Dad announced to us that he was going to talk to us about the sexual facts of life, we were not in the least embarrassed about it. We learned later that many boys never see their fathers naked, and sex is never spoken about in the home. I have had some friends who dreaded the idea that their parents would ever speak to them of sex. They would die of embarrassment! I believe that Sam and I were not embarrassed over the idea of having our dad talk to us about sex because of the open, unabashed nudity there had been among us. If he were to talk about the penis, for example, there would be no shock over learning that our dad actually had a penis, or that he knew we had penises! Many boys grow up finding it hard to believe that their fathers and mothers ever, in a million years, actually had sex, or even knew what sex was.

Although we were never exercise-nuts or muscle-builders, Sam and I were always conscious of our bodies, wanting so much to develop into the picture of perfect masculinity that our dad was. Since we have become adults, we think we have at least come close. We're both six feet even and hover around 175 pounds. Although we are only moderately muscular, we're happy to know that we're well proportioned and have fairly attractive physiques. At least, we are told that by our partners. We have sort of dirty blond hair, which we both hate, and blue-green eyes. We both have unusually large balls that hang quite low, and our circumcised penises, when hard, are just over seven inches.

At any rate, as for dad's impending talk with us, Sam and I were eager to hear all that he had to say. We had certainly heard plenty of schoolyard talk, but now we were going to hear the straight skinny, so to speak. It was bedtime, and Sam and I were in our briefs and lying on our beds. Dad came in, also dressed only in his briefs, and sat on the edge of my bed on Sam's side. He started out his talk with his philosophic views on the beauty of sexual activity, and soon immersed us in an anatomy lesson, giving us all the Latin anatomical names for the various parts of the female and male sex organs.

Then before he got into the actual process of how babies are made, he asked, "I suppose you boys have heard the word 'fuck' from other kids, right?"

Sam said, "Yes, and we hear a lot of other words, too. But it's hard to know what some of them really mean."

"Like what?" Dad asked.

Sam said, "Well, words like 'cunt,' 'pussy,' 'come,' 'cock,' 'hard-on' 'Jack-off,' 'cocksucker,' and stuff like that. A girl in one of my classes got mad at me and called me a cocksucker once."

Dad laughed and said, "We'll get to those last couple of words you mentioned in a little while, but 'cunt' and 'pussy' are just street terms for the woman's vagina I just told you about. And the word 'fuck' or 'fucking' is what most people use instead of saying 'sexual intercourse.' Now because those are the words you're familiar with, and the words most guys always use, we'll use those same terms in our discussion."

I said, "Dad, you talk about the pleasure of sex activity. What is fucking, exactly, and why do people talk about it so much and say they like it so much?"

"Nature has given you the capacity to feel a certain excitement when you see a girl, and you want to get close to her and touch her," Dad said. "And when you start feeling that excitement, one of the things that a guy wants to do is to fuck her. All males of all ages get this overpowering desire to fuck someone who is attractive to us. Then, in that process, nature kicks in again and our brain sends a signal to the nerves and muscles around the penis to get hard. And that's in preparation for putting the penis into the girl's pussy. When a guy's penis gets hard, he is said to be 'aroused.' You know how soft your penis gets sometimes. It would be impossible to get your penis into a girl's pussy when it's like that."

Sam said, "But why is that supposed to be so much fun?"

"Well, it's fun just having a girl's body pressed against yours, but the greatest fun is the wonderful feeling that comes over you when you ejaculate. That word means when you shoot your sperm into the girl. It's usually referred to as cumming. And they spell it 'c-u-m,' not 'c-o-m-e.' And that wonderful feeling is called an orgasm. It's arguably the most wonderful feeling that any human can experience."

I said, "Wow, no wonder so many of the guys talk about it so much."

Dad went on to tell us about ovulation, the process of one of our sperms attaching to a woman's egg, and about how the baby grows inside of her. And it was the first time I really knew why I had a belly button.

"Now I want you boys to know that there are many forms of sexual activity. Because of the excitement and wonderful feelings you get when you're engaging in it, I want you to be aware of the different pleasurable ways to achieve your orgasm, or your climax, as it's often called. Fucking a woman in the cunt is only one way. Another exciting way is to achieve your orgasm through oral stimulation. This is what is meant, Sam, when that girl called you a 'cocksucker.' With oral stimulation, someone actually sucks on your penis, or cock, as you've heard it called. Stimulation is caused by the running of the lips over the length of your penis, as well as running the tongue over and around the head of your penis. Different people have different techniques in doing this. It can be a wonderful feeling for the guy whose penis is being sucked."

"What happens to the sperm when that finally shoots out?" I asked.

"Usually, the person doing the sucking swallows it. I've never tasted other guys' cum, but I'm told that it tastes sometimes nice and sweet, but sometimes a little bitter. But they all say it tastes very good. And it won't hurt anybody. Sperm, and the semen that carries it, is only water and a little protein. Totally harmless."

Dad went on. "Now there is another way . . . a very common and popular way . . . to get the good feeling of an orgasm. And that is by masturbating. When you heard your friends talking about 'jacking-off,' they were referring to masturbating. And that is merely the act of stimulating the penis with your hand, sliding it up and down, simulating the same motion that your penis would be doing if you were fucking a woman. The word 'jack-off' is merely a corruption of the word, 'ejaculation.'"

By this time, all of the talk about fucking, and so forth, had given Sam and me really stiff hard-ons, which were clearly visible to Dad. Also, we were leaking quite profusely, and the wetness was showing through our briefs. Dad also had a hard-on, and the tip of his penis was just barely poking out of the front slit in his briefs And a tiny little string of fluid was hanging from it.

Dad said, "Now, this is a good example of what I was talking about. All three of us have good solid hard-ons. Why? Because just talking about sexual activity has caused our brains to feel a certain excitement and send a message to our penises to get hard. And that wetness that you and I both have showing on our briefs is a natural lubricant that oozes out in anticipation of our putting our penises in a woman's pussy. It's commonly referred to as 'pre-cum.'"

Sam said, "I've seen that stuff come out of mine and Ron's penis a lot, but does sperm look the same? How can you make sperm shoot out by just rubbing your hand over your penis?"

"Well, I didn't intend to do this," said Dad, "but I might as well show you. You'll be doing this yourself soon enough, I think."

As Dad pulled off his briefs, allowing his hard penis to flop out, he said, "Now I want to impress on you boys that masturbation is not a bad thing, in spite of what you may hear about it. It's a fact that all men and boys jack off all their lives . . . yes, even dads do it . . . for the extreme pleasure it gives them, and also to relieve sexual tension. This is something that I know you will be learning to do, probably within the year.

"There are many techniques that guys use to jack off. The most common is to just fist it, like this." Dad put his right hand around his hard penis and began to slowly stroke it up and down. "There are lots of other ways that we can talk about sometime if you'd like. Some guys use a vibrator, some just hump the bed in a fucking motion. And some just jack off using two fingers. There are all sorts of ways that can give pleasure. But since you and I are circumcised, I always find this way to be the best. You may eventually come up with other good techniques."

Sam said, "Dad, when you do that, do you think we could see what sperm looks like?"

"Well, I'll carry this through to the climax, boys, and you can see how I do it from beginning to end.""

I finally said, "Dad, I understand now what gives you a hard-on, but what is it, when you stroke like that, that makes the cum shoot out?"

"I'm glad you asked that, Ron," said Dad as he continued to stroke. "Every man has sexual fantasies; that is, he frequently thinks about fucking and having various kinds of sexual activity with another person. It's those fantasies that come into play when he's trying to cum, whether he's jacking off or he's fucking a woman. And when those fantasies have him sexually excited and aroused enough, the brain sends another signal that makes your balls pump the sperm up through your prostate, where the semen, produced by the prostate, carries it out through the penis. And when that is happening, that is when that wonderful orgasmic feeling sweeps over you."

Sam said, "Well, Dad, are you having fantasies right now? Can you tell us about it?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah," Sam and I said in unison.

"Well, I guess I might as well tell you. Right now, I'm thinking about the secretary in my department. I always think about how I'd like to fuck her. The thought of doing that to her makes me very excited. I kind of mentally undress her and imagine I'm looking right into her wet pussy. I've fantasized about her many times before when I jack off. It's a natural thing, guys. Everybody fantasizes having really hot sex with someone when he's trying to get an orgasm."

"What are you thinking about now, Dad?" I asked.

Dad closed his eyes with kind of a dreamy look on his face. "Right now, she's lying down between my legs and sucking on my balls. Now she's running her tongue over the hair on my upper inner thighs. Ooooooo."

Then as Dad lifted his legs up pretty high, he put his finger in his ass crack and moved it around. "Now she's licking my asshole. Ahhhhhhh. Now she's scooting up a little so I can reach her tits and I'm pinching those big luscious brown nipples of hers."

Sam and I watched, as Dad seemed to float into another world. The muscles on those beautiful strong legs of his began to enlarge and tense. He was stroking faster and faster, and his face began to screw up and contort. Suddenly, he let out a yelp, and growled loudly as stream after stream of thick white cum shot from the end of his penis onto his chest and stomach. After he shot about six volleys of sperm, we looked at it lying on his skin like globs of thick white pudding. Dad was very out of breath and was breathing heavily. Beads of sweat covered his handsome face as he lay there with his eyes closed, still panting, and idly squeezing the last drops of cum out of his wilting penis.

Neither Sam nor I had ever felt the level of sexual excitement we were feeling at that moment. Our hard penises were throbbing and discharging steady streams of pre-cum. Finally, Dad opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows. He smiled at us, and said, "Well, boys, you asked for it. That's how its done, and that's how a person looks when he's seized by an orgasm, and, to answer your question, this is how sperm looks."

Dad scooped up a small amount of it on one finger and sucked it off. My own sperm tastes kind of good. When you boys start jacking off, you'll need to taste your own sperm. It's an interesting taste, and, no, it won't hurt you. By the way, you boys looked pretty excited watching me do that. You're feeling first-hand what sexual arousal does to you. And as I've said before, it's good! Sexual activity in any form is good!"

Sam said, "Dad, can I ask you a question? Have you ever really fucked that secretary?"

"No, I haven't," Dad said. "That's just one of my fantasies. Since I got married, I've never fucked anyone but your mom. I got a lot of promiscuous fucking out of my system before I married her. Your Uncle Martin used to say I fucked my way all through law school, including the Dean's daughter. Martin claims that's the only reason they graduated me. She had a lot of influence with her father. But that's another story. To answer your question, though, your mom gives me all the fucking I want. And in between, I jack off a lot."

I asked, "Dad, when did you first start jacking off?"

Dad laughed and said, "Well, I was just the age you are now. When I was about ten years old, and my brother, your Uncle Martin, was about eleven, we got invited one afternoon over to a friend's house to get into what was called a 'circle jerk.' When we got there, there were five other guys . . . all guys we had seen around school. They all stripped down in this guy's room and started jerking off. One of the guys kept asking us to do it with them, but neither Martin nor I had ever done anything like that. We just sat there naked and kind of played with our penises, but we didn't know what else to do. Then we started seeing them, one by one, shooting all this white stuff out onto their bellies. We were flabbergasted. It turned out it was kind of a contest to see who could cum first, and who would be last. By the way, one of those guys is your friend, Johnny's, father. He was always the one to cum first."

"Johnny's father!" I said, totally stunned.

"It sure was. He had the biggest cock we'd ever seen, and he was always bragging that he had fucked all the pretty girls in our class. Of course, we knew that wasn't true. He was only about twelve then."

Sam exclaimed, "Johnny's father is a judge in juvenile court now. Wow!"

"That's right," said Dad. "And whenever I go to work out in the pool at the YMCA, he's often there working out, too. And afterwards, he always jacks off in the shower. He's still got the biggest cock I've ever seen."

"Do you jack off in the shower there, too?" I asked.

"Sometimes, if I'm the only one there, or if it's only me and Johnny's father. But I don't like to do it in front of strangers. Speaking of jerking off in the shower, you'll find someday that that is one of the best places to do it. I jerk off a lot in the shower here at home. But to answer your question, the first time I ever came and had an orgasm was when I was in one of those 'circle jerks' about a year later. And I never looked back! I've been jacking off like crazy every chance I get ever since."

Dad picked up a dirty t-shirt that I was going to throw in the wash, and he wiped off all his sperm from his chest and stomach. Then he decided to talk to us about relationships with girls. He said we would run into a lot of girls these days who really wanted to get fucked. And most boys will go ahead and do it with little encouragement. He talked to us about using common sense in that regard and being responsible in the matter of any sexual activity we might engage in. He talked to us about respect for women and their needs. Think twice before giving in to the urge to fuck a woman on the first, or even the second date, or ever, for that matter. Girls have a way of leading a guy astray if you let them.

Dad also talked to us about sexual diseases and safe sex. He had brought with him a couple of packs of condoms for us to look at and get acquainted with. "Your penises are getting pretty big now. You can try them on to see how they feel."

Sam said, "Do you use condoms, dad?"

"Well, son, before I got married, I always used them when I was fucking. A lot of the guys at school never used them, and they were taking an awful chance. There were posters posted all over campus saying in big letters, 'THINK AHEAD! WRAP THAT RASCAL!' And after I got married, I never used them while we were trying to get your mom pregnant. And then I started using them again after you were born up until a couple of years ago. Your mom has now gone through her menopause, and they're no longer necessary. I never liked to wear condoms, but we wanted to stop having children after you two wonderful guys came along. When I stopped using a condom, though, I had forgotten how great it was to use my bare penis and feel the lips of her cunt rubbing against it. The stimulation on the penis was better and it was really great to be able to shoot right into her instead of having to deal with that rubber and pull it off afterwards. But a condom gives you the safety you need when you don't want to cause a pregnancy."

I said, "Dad, I still can't imagine how you can actually fuck a person. How do you get into position to get your penis in her pussy and then run it in and out. I would think it would be awfully awkward."

"Well, Ron, there are a number of ways and positions you can use. The most common way is from the front. The woman raises her legs up pretty high, and that brings her pussy up to a position where you can lie on top of her and slip your cock right in there. It's pretty easy. And then there's another way that a lot of people use. You've seen dogs fucking, haven't you? Well, it's pretty much the same with humans. She lies facing down on the bed, but pulls her knees up so her butt is up in the air. Then you get on your knees right behind her, putting you in a good position to thrust your penis right into her cunt."

Sam said, "But when she's in that position, I would think it would be her asshole that would be right there. Wouldn't that cause some problem?"

"No, not at all. Her pussy is right there pretty close to her asshole, and it's not hard to slip your cock right into it."

Dad stopped talking for a minute and appeared to be thinking about something. "Well, I might as well tell you that there is also such a thing as anal fucking. A lot of men find fucking a woman in the asshole gives as much, if not more, pleasure than fucking her in the cunt."

"Have you ever fucked a woman in the asshole, dad?" I asked.

"Well, to be honest with you, I did fuck the Dean's daughter that way quite a few times when I was in college. It's really quite a sensation. And I've done it occasionally with your mother. She likes it, but she has a hard time having an orgasm that way. Whenever I fuck her in the asshole, she usually masturbates herself with her fingers."

Sam said, "Wow, I didn't know how people actually fucked. I can see now that it must be pretty easy. Ron and I really liked it that you showed us how a guy jacks off. Maybe someday we'll get to see someone fucking."

Dad smiled and hesitated again. "I'll tell you what, boys. Fortunately for you, we live in a one-story house. Now I'm willing to do something for you if you think you can be very quiet. Tomorrow night, if you want to stand out in the backyard outside our bedroom window, you'll be able to see me fucking your mother. It will give you a good idea what goes on. But you have to stand there very quietly so your mother won't know you're watching. But I think it will be good for you to have seen two people fucking before the time comes when you'll be doing it. It will give you a sort of leg up on the how to do it. A lot of boys are very nervous with a woman the first time they go to bed with one. Boys are usually very unsure of themselves because they don't know what to expect, and they don't want to appear clumsy and inexperienced. It's that old male ego kicking in. But watching your mother and me might be a good thing for you."

Finally, dad said goodnight and went on to bed. Sam and I lay there, still dripping, and horny as hell. I picked up that dirty t-shirt that was now soaked with dad's cum, and we both took turns holding it up to our face and smelling that heady aroma of our dad's sperm. Our dad, of course, didn't know that we both were attracted to men, and not women. To see the beautiful body of our dad lying there jacking off and going through his orgasm just about sent us over the edge. We had talked a number of times about our sexual attraction to our dad and, although we had not learned to masturbate, we often told each other about our wild fantasies of loving our dad's body. Now to have seen him lying on one of our beds, jacking off his hard penis and shooting all that hot thick sperm out of it, brought our fantasies to a new level. We lay there naked next to each other, and stroking our gorged penises just as dad had. But as hard as we tried, nothing happened. It felt good, but there was no sperm, and there was no overwhelmingly wonderful feeling that dad said would overtake our bodies. We soon gave up and went to sleep.

All through the next day, we were anxious for night to come. We scouted the back yard to make sure that we would have a good view of the bed in our parents' room. As we sat at the dinner table that evening, dad would look over at us occasionally and wink, indicating that the time would soon be there when we would have our next lesson in sexual pleasure.

We went to bed at our regular time, but stayed awake listening for our parents' bedroom door to close, indicating they were turning in for the night. This happened finally about ten-thirty. With only our briefs on, we opened our door quietly and stole out the backdoor. Rushing over to their bedroom window, we stood about five feet from it so that they could not see us in the light from the room. Our mom went over to the window to close the drapes, but dad quickly said not to close them because he wanted the window open. He thought they needed the air since it was a warm night, but not warm enough to have the air-conditioning on.

We watched as both mom and dad slowly took off all their clothes. Dad turned off the overhead light and switched on the lamp on the bed table, giving light for us to see by. Before getting into bed, they stood in the middle of the room naked and dad leaned over and sucked on mom's nipples a little. We had never seen mom naked. We always knew she had a large set of tits, but we had never seen them when she was naked. As they stood there, she reached around and took hold of dad's gorgeous round ass cheeks in her hands and squeezed. Then as mom stood with her legs apart, dad got down on his knees and began running his tongue over her pussy. To see our own mom with dad's tongue running in and out of her pussy was something we never thought we would ever see.

Soon, Dad lay down on his back with his enormous pole standing straight up, and mom squatted down between his legs and began licking and sucking dad's balls, just like he fantasized having the secretary do. He had his eyes closed.

Sam whispered, "I wonder if he's fantasizing about that secretary he told us about."

Mom then moved her tongue up along the underside of dad's penis and over and around the head. As she pulled her mouth off of it for a moment, there was a long string of pre-cum dangling from her chin. Then she took dad's whole penis into her mouth all the way. Sam and I couldn't believe she could fit that whole thing in her mouth. It must have also been halfway down her throat. She ran her lips over it from top to bottom until dad motioned for her to stop. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was about to cum.

With dad still lying on his back, mom got up and stood over him, slowly lowering herself down onto his waiting cock. This was a position dad had not described for us. Sam and I had now discarded our underwear and were so sexually aroused, as dad called it, that we were both stroking our cocks furiously. Mom rose up and down on dad's cock like she was on a spring, taking the whole thing into her pussy. While she did this, dad was fondling her tits and nipples. Since the window was open, we could hear them quietly moaning as they did this.

Finally dad said, "Let's do it another way now. I want to fuck you from the rear. Mom then got into position with her ass up in the air. With dad on his knees behind her, he plunged his cock into her pussy. As he was doing this, he turned his head toward the window and, although he couldn't see us, he winked and smiled. He knew we were out there going out of our minds at the sight.

Dad fucked mom this way very hard, pounding her hips so that she kept skidding up toward the head board. After awhile, they both moved into the position dad had said was the most popular. Mom lay on her back with her legs high in the air and her thighs pressing against her tits. Then we heard mom say, "Harry, fuck me really hard tonight. I want to feel your hard cock way up inside of me!" Dad supported himself on his arms and pushed his penis into mom's pussy. He pounded her hard and fast. Mom kept saying quietly, "Fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard."

Then suddenly, mom let out a cry, and we could tell she was having an orgasm. It was so similar to dad's reaction when he had his in our room. Dad kept pounding away. After each thrust, he would bring his penis almost all the way out, leaving only the head inside. We watched dad's sensuous body as all his muscles would flex and ripple with every thrust, and his ass cheeks would quiver like very firm jello. Sam and I were pounding away at our own gorged cocks as fast as we could. It seemed to me that I was beginning to feel some sort of tingle waving through the middle of my body as I stroked. Dad looked over in our direction and winked again. Then came another cry from mom as she had another orgasm.

Suddenly, dad pulled out of mom's pussy and took a pillow, which he doubled over and put under mom's hips. While we watched, we were overcome with the sight of dad pressing his penis into mom's asshole. Mom had her fingers in her pussy, stroking her clit furiously. The tingle inside of me began to get stronger and stronger. I slowed my stroke hoping it would last. I noticed that Sam had done the same. Dad fucked mom's asshole for at least another five minutes, during which mom had two more orgasms while masturbating herself. Then suddenly he pulled out and, with a roar, sent stream after stream of his thick white cum onto mom's tits, with some landing on her chin and lips.

That was it! I felt a feeling I never felt before suddenly taking hold of me. I felt my penis getting harder and harder in my hand and throbbing violently. The orgasm that overtook me was so strong that my legs buckled and I went down on my knees as I spewed rope after rope of my sperm into the grass. Sam's orgasm hit him at the same time, and we were both on our knees groaning. We could still barely see over the window sill what was happening inside. Dad continued his loud groaning, and it was obvious he was doing it so mom couldn't hear our moans outside the window.

When we finally stood up, weak and shaking, we saw dad leaning over licking up his own thick cum off of mom's tits and face. Then he scooted up and put his penis into mom's mouth so she could suck it completely dry. We stayed there for a few minutes more and watched them each go into the bathroom, then climb back into bed for the night. When the light was switched off, we went back to our room. We lay there, almost unbelieving what we had just been through. For some reason, we felt so proud of ourselves for having had our first orgasm. We felt almost as though we had gone through our rite of passage into manhood. And watching our dad fucking our mom, with his knowledge, somehow made us feel so close to him. We loved him so much.

When we got up the next morning, Dad had already departed for work. All day, we felt good; we felt fulfilled, somehow. Nothing was said at dinner that evening, but we did catch a few more of dad's knowing winks. After dinner, we talked to dad privately for awhile in his study about the night before. We told him that we had our first orgasm while watching him fuck mom. He told us, too, that it was very exciting for him to know that we were watching. Dad felt very satisfied that our sexual education was so on track.

That night, after Sam and I went to bed, we couldn't wait to jack off again. Sam climbed into my bed, and we started stroking like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly the door opened, and there stood dad in his briefs. He sounded very apologetic and said, "Oh, I'm sorry you guys. I didn't mean to interrupt your new nighttime fun. Mom has already gone to bed, and I'll be turning in, too. But I just wanted to say goodnight to you, and tell you I much I love you guys. You're my guys!

Sam said, "Dad, please stay in here a little while. We watched you jerking off the other night, and now we'd like you to see us do it. We're really proud of ourselves and we'd like our dad to see how well we do."

"Okay, you guys," dad said as he sat down in a chair. "I know how proud you must feel having finally made that breakthrough. Go ahead, if you want me to watch you. Actually, I'm glad we don't have any secrets from one another."

Sam and I were so glad dad wanted to see how we did. We just felt so close to him. As we stroked, we could see that dad had a very obvious hard-on and was gently moving his hand over his bulge as he watched. Then Sam said, "Come on, dad, please. Come on up here and jack off with us. It would really be great if you would. We can see your hard-on and we know you want to. After all, you jacked off right here on this bed the other night. Come on. Please."

Dad smiled and pulled off his briefs. Sam and I moved over leaving space for him to lie between us. As dad climbed in, he said, "You guys are something else. You've found out how much fun jerking off is, and I guess there's no reason we shouldn't have fun doing it together."

Both Sam and I were lying very close to our dad and I could hardly stand not actually having my body touch his. But as we stroked and it became obvious that we were all getting close, I became bold and pressed my leg against his. I hoped he would think it was only because my body was beginning to stiffen up in preparation for cumming.

We finally heard dad begin to moan slightly and could see his body tensing up. When he let out a short yelp, Sam and I both knew he was cumming. We both watched his contorted face as his cum shot up to his chest. When it began to subside, we both let our own orgasms take over, sending our sperm flying in all directions. We hadn't yet learned that we had to aim it. Some of both mine and Sam's sperm landed on dad's arms and thighs, but most of it landed on our stomachs. All three of us lay exhausted and out of breath.

Dad looked over at each of us and said, "Well, boys, you might as well take the next step in your education. Why don't you each taste a little bit of your own sperm. You've got to find out sometime what it tastes like. And it might as well be now."

Ben and I each took a little bit of our sperm on our fingers and tasted it. We both liked it. It was so erotic to taste sperm. We didn't tell our dad, though, that we both would have liked to take a taste of his.

Sam and I spent the next several years jacking off together, sometimes in our room, and sometimes outside in the backyard at night while we watched mom and dad fucking inside, and sometimes in very daring places away from home. Our dad joined us in our bed to jack off with us only two or three times after that first night. But the three of us were always very open with one another about sexual matters, and we talked to our dad frequently about it. In the mornings, I would often go into the bathroom to pee while dad was taking his shower. Many times, I could see his figure through the steamed up glass door as he jacked off. He knew I was watching because he never made any attempt at stifling his moans when he came. Sam and I also jacked off in the shower while dad was shaving. After I'd cum, he would often say, "I hope it was a good one!"

When we turned eighteen, Sam and I went away to college. At the end of our first year, after both having had several sexual episodes with other guys, we decided it would be only fair to come out and tell our dad about hour homosexuality. We knew it would be a shock to him, and we felt that we would need to be alone with him where there would be no interruptions. One evening, when mom had taken the weekend to go and visit her mother, we got dad alone in his study and told him about ourselves. He sat in a chair, and Sam and I sat together on a small sofa. We apologized that we had misled him and never told him about it, inasmuch as he had always been so open with us. We told him we knew he would be disappointed in us.

Dad looked at us blankly for a few minutes and then, with a smile creeping over his face, he said, "Oh, you guys! I'll admit to you that I think I've known for several years now. You don't have to apologize. I have no doubt about the strong relationship the three of us have. It doesn't disappoint me. I can understand how hard you thought it would be to tell me. I was never going to bring it up myself because I knew it was something you would have revealed in your own time. And because the three of us are so close, I knew you would tell me eventually."

Both Sam and I couldn't help it. The tears started running down our cheeks. We just sat there and cried. Dad stood up and came over to us and said, "Move over, you two," and then sat down between us, putting his arms around our shoulders.

He said, "I know I've been an unusual dad to the two of you. You know, being so open about the things I think you kids need to know. And I've told you several times that a man's sexual needs and desires are there in the genes when you're born. It isn't as though you felt you had to keep secret like having been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. What you are is what you are. And I've also told you to be responsible when it comes to your sexual activity. If you remember nothing else, remember that."

Dad's hand was draped over my shoulder. Turning my head, I took hold of it and kissed it over and over. When Sam saw that, he did the same thing. Then we both turned toward dad and kissed him on the cheek.

Standing up, dad clapped his hands together and said, "Sam. Ron. I love you both. No less and no more than I did yesterday." Then with a wave of his hand, he said. "I'm hungry! Let's go out and have some Italian! Okay?"

Today, Sam and I live together with our partners. Although mom never quite understood how her loving sons could have turned out to be homosexuals, dad has continued to be mine and Sam's best friend. He spends a lot of time with the four of us. We know that he is a straight heterosexual man, and we don't talk very much about homosexual issues around him. None of the four of us do anything purposely to throw our homosexuality in his face. But we know he knows and we know he understands.

We always loved our partners, but Sam and I admitted to each other that, when we were being fucked by our partners, we each often fantasized that it was our dad who was fucking us. One day, when we were alone with dad, Sam and I reminisced about those early days when he told us all about the joys of sex. As we were talking, I came out and admitted to him that, although we had never experienced the act of fucking a woman, we frequently engaged in anal fucking with our lovers, just as dad had done those several nights with mom while we watched through the window.

Dad said, "Since you told me about your homosexuality, I started to read a lot of things about it in different books and magazines. I learned that gay men liked to fuck each other. And I have to tell you that I was kind of hoping that you guys were also finding the great pleasure that comes from actually fucking someone. I have to be honest with you. I think fucking an asshole gives a certain pleasure that you can't get by just by fucking a pussy."

Sam looked at me for a moment. He and I had talked about something, and I knew what Sam was about to say. I wasn't sure that he should bring it up. But Sam had reminded me that dad had always insisted that there should never be any reticence in finding all the ways possible to gain responsible sexual pleasure.

Sam turned to dad and said, "Dad, there's something that Ron and I would really love to do. Ron wasn't sure I should ask you. But I know how open you have been with us about your desire for sexual pleasure. And it's obvious you like to fuck assholes. Ron and I would love it if you would like to fuck us sometime. We do it all the time, and we love it. But because of our closeness to you, dad, it would be very special for us if we could get fucked by you."

Dad sat silently for a long time and then said, "Hey, guys. I've never fucked another man before, and I never had any interest in doing it."

Sam said, "But dad, we're not just another man. We're the sons who love you. We've jacked off together, and you enjoyed that. And we've watched you fucking mom, and I know you enjoyed having us watch you do that. We don't have any secrets from each other, dad. I always thought anything goes among the three of us. It isn't as though you can get us pregnant!"

"But fucking my own sons," said dad, "doesn't seem right somehow."

I knew we were now into the subject, and there was no turning back. I said, "Dad, Sam and I are really a special case. As Sam said, we have no secrets from each other. As you've said a lot of times, anything goes. You won't be corrupting your two innocent sons, or anything like that. It all has to do with taking sexual pleasure when and wherever we can find it."

Dad said, "You guys! You're something else! Sure I like fucking assholes. But you're still going to have to give me some time to think about doing it to my own sons! I've learned to understand homosexuality, but you have to understand, I have never had any desire for that kind of sex with men. I know that I've enjoyed jacking off with you guys. Lots of guys like to jack off with other guys. But . . . ."

Sam said, "That's all we ask, dad. We don't ever want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. But Ron and I want you to know it would be a wonderful thing for us if you decide to do it. And while we're at it, dad, I might as well tell you that Ron and I have been sexually attracted to you . . . that beautiful body of yours . . . all our lives. It would be one of the greatest sexual experiences of our lives, dad."

I hadn't expected Sam to reveal our sexual attraction to dad, and I rather thought we may have really gone over the line. But dad smiled at us and said, "You know, boys, that sort of gives me a new perspective on this. We have indeed been close to each other and have told one another about our intimate feelings. Perhaps there would be no reason for my not taking it another step further. After all, finding sexual pleasure is what I've been preaching. But I hope you'll understand that I would like to have a little more time to mull this over in my mind before I decide anything."

Later, Sam and I told our partners about the proposal we had given our dad. They already knew about the extremely open relationship we had with him. Neither of them, however, had experienced that kind of closeness with their own fathers, and they were understandably a bit shocked at our proposal to have our dad fuck us, and were amazed that he had agreed to even consider it.

About a week later, dad called and suggested that just the two of us, Sam and I, go with him up to our lake cottage and spend the weekend together . . . two days away from civilization. I asked him if he had given anymore thought to our proposal.

Dad's only remark was, "Yes, I have. Will you and Sam be able to spend a couple days alone with me up at the cottage next weekend? We don't get to be alone together very often anymore. I've been thinking a lot about it, and I think we've come to a place where the three of us really need to be alone together for awhile. You guys are a bad influence on me, I hope you know that!"

"Dad, does that mean that . . . ."

"Yes, Ron," said dad, interrupting. "Your old dad has been dealing with some issues since we talked. And I guess there's only one way to resolve them."

"Of course, Sam and I will spend the weekend with you, dad. I don't think you'll regret it, and I think you'll find those issues, whatever they are, will resolve themselves quite easily. Remember, dad, Sam and I love you very much, and neither of us would ever ask anything of you that we thought would be uncomfortable for you or would hurt our relationship with you."

"I realize that, son," dad said. "Thinking about it now, I realize that it would take a lot more than our desire to seek out new sexual pleasures to hurt our relationship. If that were the case, our relationship as father and sons would have been damaged long ago. I'll meet you at the cottage about noon on Saturday. I won't lie to your mother. I'll tell her we're going to spend the weekend together at the cottage for some father and sons bonding, which will be the truth. See you both then."

As my brother, Sam, and I drove up to the lake house on Saturday morning, I felt an exhilaration I had never felt before. But I harbored doubts about what we were asking . . . doubts that Sam didn't share. Our father had always been unrestrained in his openness with us on sexual matters. But it was all instructional for our benefit. Were we now asking too much of him? Would he be agreeing to something he really didn't want to do . . . something that he really thought was not right? Would we be driving a wedge between us in the end, creating a chasm that could never be closed?

Shortly after we arrived, dad drove up. When he saw us, he said, "Look at this underbrush around the house. It's really getting out of hand. I think this afternoon, we need to get busy and start cleaning this up."

"But, dad . . . ." Sam protested.

"I wanted you to come up here and help me straighten this place out," dad said. "Nothing's been done since we were last here."

I could feel it. Dad was not comfortable with what we had suggested. Perhaps he had changed his mind; that is, if he'd made up his mind at all to begin with. I leaned close to Sam and said, "Come on, Sam. Don't say anything. We need to let dad take his own time on this."

For the rest of the afternoon, we slashed away at the undergrowth around the house and trimmed around the trees. When we had finally finished, I waited for dad to say something, to tell us what next.

"I'm ready for a good swim!" dad said as he stretched his arms out in front of him. "How about you guys?"

We went on into the house and stripped down to nothing, as we always had when we swam in the lake. Running to the end of the pier, dad dove in and swam back and forth along the pier. Sam and I also jumped in and joined him. Sam was always one to horse around in the water and jumped up on dad's back with his legs wrapped around dad's waist. I had noticed that Sam had a pretty stiff hard-on, and it was obvious that he was pushing it tight against dad's lower back.

"Come on, Sam! Get off me!" dad shouted. "You're not a kid anymore. You're too heavy. I can hardly move."

As soon as Sam dropped off of dad's back, dad climbed up onto the pier and sat there with his knees up and his arms wrapped around them. His penis was soft and his balls hung low and were draped on the surface of the pier.

Sam climbed up on the pier also and stood there next to dad with his hard-on about two inches from dad's face.

"Hey, boy," dad said as he stared at Sam's penis. "It looks like you're going to have to do something about that thing!"

Sam put his hands on dad's shoulders and said, "I'm going to wait til later, dad. Remember what we talked about."

Dad looked down between his knees at the pier and said nothing.

I finally said, "Come on you guys. It's getting late and I'm hungry. Let's have some supper. Mom fixed us a whole basket of food. I know there's some cold fried chicken in there."

As Sam and I started back toward the house, dad took his time getting up. Still looking down, he walked slowly behind us. I knew dad was worried. I caught up with Sam and said, "Sam, lets forget the whole thing. I just know this is something dad doesn't want to do."

"Well, why the hell did he come up here, then?" Sam said with irritation in his voice.

I said, "Let's just sit down and eat and we'll talk about it. Sam, don't push him. Please. It's not fair to push him into this if he's not comfortable with it."

"Aw, shit, Ron!" Sam growled. "He agreed to come up here, and he knew full well why we wanted to get together with him. If he didn't want to do it, he didn't have to have us up here."

As we sat at the table and ate, dad tried to talk about various repairs that were needed on the house. Finally, Sam, now considerably cooler put his hand on dad's hand and said, "Dad, I know what we suggested is something you're not sure about. You know how close Ron and I are with you. When we were kids, you gave us all the instruction you could in sexual matters and stressed to us that all sexual activity should be pleasurable. You told us there were a lot of different ways we could enjoy sex responsibly."

"I know," dad said.

"You were our teacher," Sam went on. "All Ron and I want, now that we're full adults, is to show you other ways to find pleasure in sex."

Dad looked up and said, "Sam, Ron. I told you that I understood your homosexuality and I accept it. Anal fucking is something that you do, something that you enjoy. I'm sorry to say this, but if I do this, it will be for your enjoyment, not mine."

I said, "Dad, that's true, but at the same time, you always gave us the impression that one should try as many things as they could when seeking sexual pleasure. We watched you fuck mom in the ass, and you loved it. This would be no different. You wouldn't be fucking just any guy off the street, you would be fucking two guys who are your sons and who love you and need you."

"But that's just it," said dad. "You're my sons!"

Sam dropped his fork on his plate with a clatter and said, "Dad, how can you justify holding back from this. Think about it. You lay naked on one of our beds and jacked off in front of us. You shot your sperm out on your stomach and ate some of it, right in front of us. Then the three of us lay in bed together, not one, but several nights and jacked off together. Your body was pressed against ours as you unabashedly went through your orgasms. You encouraged us to eat our own sperm. You allowed us to watch you fucking mom, not only in the pussy, but in the ass. And you smiled and winked at us as you did it. You let us watch as mom sucked your cock, and you sucked on her pussy. Now what in God's name is keeping you from giving Ron and me one of the greatest moments of our life by fucking us in the ass . . . something we crave from the dad we love so much?"

I could see tears welling up in Sam's eyes as he looked searchingly into dad's face.

Dad said nothing and reached over and wiped the tears off of Sam's cheek with his thumb. Then he said, "I'd like to take a shower before we go to bed. I'll go ahead and take mine now, and then the shower will be all yours."

As dad got up and disappeared into the bedroom, I put my arm around Sam's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. "Sam, you were a little hard on dad. Don't you think we should have let him take more time to decide what he wanted to do?"

Sam kissed me back and said, "Oh, Ron. I don't know about you, but I want dad inside of me so badly. It's almost like it would be a final consummation of the love you and I have for him. He thinks it will be wrong and dirty. But it's not. He's our dad . . . our own flesh and blood. The sperm that made us came out of his own penis. I need that penis inside of me, Ron. I'm sorry I got so excited."

Soon, we heard dad calling from the bedroom that the shower was all ours now. When we entered the room, dad was lying on his back in the middle of the bed holding onto his very hard and rigid penis, as though he was determined to forge ahead with something that he really didn't want to do.

Sam jumped into the shower first, while I sat naked on the side of the bed looking at dad. I knew from the way he was looking at me that he loved me very much. His eyes slowly ran from my face down over my chest and stomach and down to my very hard penis. He smiled and said, "I don't know if I've said it enough, Ron, but I'm so proud of you two. You've both turned out to be such fine and good looking specimens of manhood. I mean it. And I'm glad that you're both happy and with someone you love. That makes me happy, too."

Sam came bouncing out of the shower in no time, sporting his usual hard penis. As I went on into the shower, I saw Sam lie down on the bed next to dad. When I came out, Sam was propped up on one elbow and touching one of dad's nipples. It was obvious that it excited dad, as it always does to Sam and me, but at the same time, dad looked a little apprehensive. I left the bathroom light on and closed the door slightly so only a soft light came into the room. Then I turned off the light on the bedside table. I thought that dad might feel a little more comfortable if he wasn't lying there in the glaring light.

I lay down on the other side of dad and, taking my clue from Sam, touched dad's other nipple very lightly. He said, "Oh, you guys, I guess I taught you well about a guy's erogenous zones, didn't I?"

We laughed and began pinching his nipples a little harder. I said, "Well, dad, there's no reason we can't show you how well we learned what you taught us, is there?"

Sam said, "Dad, please relax. You're lying there all tensed up. We've lain in bed together before, and we've shot our load. And we watched you and mom and all that."

"I know, Sam," Dad said, "But you have to realize this is a little different."

"It's a little different! So what!" I said. "Is it that we can go just so far with one another, but then we run into an invisible wall, beyond which no one can go?"

Dad smiled. He was coming around. I said, "Dad, roll over on your stomach. Let me and Sam rub your shoulders and back. Maybe it'll help relax you a little bit. Okay?

Dad rolled over on his stomach, adjusting his hard-on with one hand. We looked at his perfectly round ass cheeks as they rose from his narrow waist like two melons. I began kneading his shoulders. Sam began to kiss and lick and suck on the soft hair on the backs of dad's legs. Then he brought his tongue up and began kissing and licking dad's ass cheeks very lightly.

Dad gave a little chuckle. Sam said, "Does that tickle, dad?"

"Yes it does, but it's okay," dad said.

A thick line of black hair was visible, poking out from between dad's ass cheeks. Sam gently pulled his ass cheeks apart and began to run his tongue down into the trench until he could feel the tight pucker of dad's asshole. As I moved my hands down dad's back, pushing and kneading the hard muscles on either side of his spine, I wondered if dad was hating what Sam was doing, but just bearing it because he felt he should do this for us. He made no sound at all, but at the same time, he made no move to prevent Sam's tongue from forcing its way into his asshole.

I leaned close to dad's ear and said, "Dad, does this feel good? I mean rubbing your back and shoulders like this?"

Dad nodded his head slightly and, with his eyes still closed, he said, "It feels really good, Ron."

I knew that he could feel the tip of Sam's tongue pushing in and out of his hole, but I wasn't ready to ask him if that felt good, too. Sam then pulled his tongue out of dad's hole and pushed his finger in as far as it would go. Dad grunted a little, and Sam asked if it felt good. Dad nodded again and said yes. I was finally convinced that dad was now fully relaxed and, furthermore was ready to give in to us.

Sam and I finally rolled dad over on his back, and he lay there giving us one of those heart melting beautiful smiles of his. We were kneeling on either side of him, and he reached up and, by our necks, pulled us down to him so our heads were in the crooks of his neck. He turned his head from side to side and kissed us both on the lips. Then he said, "Oh, you guys. It's really so nice being with both of you like this. You guys are everything to me, and I'm glad the three of us are together here."

I took the lead then, and ran my tongue down over dad's cheeks, his neck, his chest and nipples. I swirled my tongue down through the light layer of hair on his stomach and then into his pubic hair. At the same time, Sam started at dad's ankles, licking and sucking on the hair on his legs, all the way up to the soft fleshy part of his upper inner thighs. There Sam's and my heads met, my taking dad's hard penis into my mouth, and Sam sucking both of his balls into his mouth. As I sucked, I could feel dad's hand gently going over my back and my ass cheeks. Now I knew we were home. Dad was now with us!

I sucked on dad's penis harder and faster as I felt him searching through my crack for my asshole with his finger. I suddenly found myself in such a sexual frenzy, I could hardly control myself. I began wiggling my ass as though I was trying somehow to suck his finger deeper into my asshole. Suddenly I felt it entering and sliding in to it's full length. I could feel dad's body begin to tighten and could hear that his breathing was getting faster.

I quickly pulled off before he came and whirled around, putting my lips on his. I said breathlessly, "Dad, take me now. Please! Please fuck me now!"

I flung myself onto my back and brought my thighs up tightly against my chest. Without hesitation, dad got up on his haunches and plunged his face into my ass trench, filling it with his saliva. Then supporting himself with his arms, he mounted me and thrust his hard penis into my hole. It was to be the greatest moment of my life, and I wanted it to go on into eternity. I stared into my dad's face, which now had a look of extreme concentration. As his hips rose and fell against my ass, I could see sweat beginning to run down his cheeks. He pursed his lips and had the contorted look on his face of a strong man pounding an iron stake into cement. He was totally transported in a sexual delirium, immersed in the madness of sexual pleasure.

Sam brought his head up behind dad's ass to watch his penis go in and out of my hole. He had his face about two inches from my hole, and he let dad's long ball sack flob against his face and fall into his mouth as dad pumped me faster and faster. Dad was looking at me with a look of passionate desire in his eyes. I had thought that perhaps dad would agree to do this for our sakes, but it was now more than that. He was now in a furious frenzy of sexual stimulation. I prayed that he would never cum, but would just stay buried inside of me forever.

But soon, I saw the muscles in dad's arms flex and stiffen. The muscles in his chest were quivering and bulging. I could fell my dad's penis getting harder and harder and he began to pound himself against my ass cheeks almost recklessly. He threw his head back and rolled it from side to side. With sweat running off his chin and onto my stomach, he opened his mouth and let out a series of short sharp groans as his penis throbbed against the rim of my hole and send volley after volley of his hot cream into my rectum. My whole body felt warm as his cum filled my insides.

Dad held his penis inside of me as he collapsed onto my chest. As he lay there, breathing heavily and saying nothing, he licked my ear, then my eyes and cheeks, and soon thrust his tongue into my mouth. Sam still had his head between our legs and began licking up dad's sperm as it oozed out of my hole around dad's penis. I couldn't believe what was happening. I had just gone through the most wonderful few moments of my life.

All the time dad's penis was pumping into me, I felt I was on the verge of cumming. Dad finally rolled off of me and lay on his back, still breathing hard, and with his eyes closed. Sam lay next to him. I felt so close to cumming that I raised Sam's legs and crawled over him and pushed my penis into his asshole. Dad opened his eyes and watched as I fucked my brother. It excited him. I could tell. He reached over fondled Sam's penis and balls and I fucked him.

Dad then said, "Ron, please pull out before you cum. I want to see your sperm shooting out onto your brother's body."

I felt my orgasm coming on quickly. I pulled out and shot stream after stream of my thick white sperm onto Sam's chest. After my orgasm had subsided, I was about to collapse onto my brother, but suddenly Dad leaned over and licked all my sperm up off of Sam's chest. I almost came again watching this.

Suddenly, Sam got up and crouched between dad's legs and started raising them up in the air.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" said dad, knowing full well what Sam had in mind.

"Dad, just relax," said Sam with a smile. "You just have to remember that you always said to us that we should try new things that might give us sexual pleasure. Now be quiet, and do as you're told!"

Dad looked as though he were very reluctant as he raised his legs as high as he could. It was obvious, though, that he wanted to try this. He had admitted before that he had used a dildo from time to time to enhance his sexual excitement. But to have a real penis up his ass! And his own son's penis at that!

Sam lowered his face into dad's ass crack and flooded it with saliva. He then pushed his penis into dad very slowly. Dad took hold of Sam's shoulders and pulled him down to him and kissed him passionately. As Sam pumped, I could see that dad was bucking his hips upward, as though to get Sam's cock in deeper. I sucked on dad's nipples as Sam continued pounding. It was only a matter of minutes before Sam shot his load into dad's ass.

Dad was moaning as loud as Sam was. He said, "Oh, Sam, I could feel the warmth of your cum as it shot into me. What a feeling!"

As Sam pulled off and lay back down on his back, I grabbed dad's legs to keep them up. I got into position. He had a surprised look on his face. He had not expected to get fucked twice in a row without a break. I looked at dad's ass crack and his hole. It was wet with Sam's cum. I pushed my hard penis into the warm sloppy mess oozing out as dad moaned with pleasure. As I fucked him, it made a loud slurping sound. It added to the eroticism of it all. Dad reached up and began pinching my nipples. They were so sensitive, I came quickly. Because I had cum just shortly before into my brother's ass, I didn't shoot as much cum, but my orgasm was just as powerful.

Sam and I then took turns cleaning out dad's asshole with our tongues. Then we lay there, pressed together for a long time caressing one another's body. After about an hour, dad said with a smile, "Sam, you're the one who wanted so badly to have me fuck you. Do you think you're ready now?"

"Dad, I've never not been ready," Sam said eagerly. "Do you think you're ready to do it again?"

"I think I'm more than ready," dad said as he got up on his haunches and helped Sam raise his legs. He stared down into Sam's ass crack. But before filling it up with saliva, he ran his tongue down the underside of Sam's penis and then sucked his balls into his mouth. After rolling them around on his tongue, he pulled his mouth away and looked into the faces of Sam and me. "What?" he said. "You've been after me to try new experiences. I thought I'd please you and see what a penis and balls tasted like. That's all."

"Did you like it, dad," asked Sam.

"Yeah," dad said with an impish smile.

Then pulling his own ass cheeks apart, Sam said, "Okay, dad. Now fuck the shit out of me!"

After dad filled Sam's ass with saliva, he plunged his cock into Sam like an old pro. I could see our two loads of cum still running out dad's asshole and running down the back of one of his legs. As dad fucked Sam furiously, I stood on my knees and moved my cock up close to he face.

I said, "Now dad, you found out what Sam's penis and balls tasted like. I think you should taste mine, too."

Dad took my penis into his mouth, but found it not to be an easy coordination job to fuck up and down and suck in and out at the same time. So he pulled off my penis. But I kept it close to him and ran the head of my cock over his face as he fucked. As I did this, several long strings of my pre-cum ran onto his cheek and lips.

When it became apparent that dad was about to cum, Sam said, "Dad, pull out now and scoot up here and shoot your cum in my mouth!"

Dad pulled out and valiantly tried to push himself up so he could cum in Sam's mouth, but it was too late. He shot his whole load all over Sam's face. I don't think I have ever seen a load of sperm so large. All over Sam's face were great globs of pudding-like sperm. Then Sam raised his head up and took dad's still throbbing penis into his mouth and sucked it dry. I couldn't resist the look of dad's sperm on Sam's face. I quickly leaned over licked off every drop of it. Then as Sam pulled his mouth off of Dad's penis, I took it in my mouth and started sucking and I cupped his balls in my hand. The taste of dad's sperm was still there.

All three of us lay there side by side, almost totally spent. Once again, I thought this was the most thrilling time of my life. Our dad had gone the ultimate distance with us, something we had long dreamed about. I said, "Dad, you've made a dream come true for us. Tell us honestly, how do you feel now about what we asked you to do?"

"Well, boys," dad began with a smile. "You forced me into this. I just gave in to satisfy you and to keep you quiet."

Sam said, "Dad, I know we forced you into this. And we'll never do it again. We promise."

I watched dad's face. I could tell he wasn't expecting that. He looked at us with the strangest look on his face, and said, "You mean . . . we won't do this again?"

"That's right," I said.

Dad paused for a few moments and said, "Well . . . I mean . . . you didn't exactly force me . . . I mean . . . ."

Sam said, "No, no, dad. We were wrong. You taught us a long time ago never to force someone into sexual activity they didn't want. Isn't that right, Ron?"

"That's right, after all that you taught us, we really screwed up," I said. "I just feel terrible about it."

"But . . . ."

"No, dad," I said. "We made a mistake. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us."

Dad looked at Sam, and then at me. "Listen, you guys," dad said with a kind of hurt look on his face. "you didn't really force me. If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't have."

Sam said, "We didn't force you? Really?"

Sam and I realized we'd taken the joke a little too far, and it was apparent that dad was getting a little upset at the notion that we may not want to do this again. Finally, I reached over and put my arms around him and said, "You know we were just kidding you, don't you? When you said we forced you into this, Sam and I thought we'd go along with that and kid you a little bit."

Dad sort of cocked his head and said, "Oh yeah, I knew you were kidding!"

"Dad?" I said, looking at him askance.

"Well . . . I wasn't really sure," dad said with a smile. "But I thought you knew I was kidding when I told you I did it just to satisfy you and keep you quiet."

"We knew," said Sam, as he cuddled his head up into the crook of dad's neck. "Dad, you still haven't told us honestly how you feel now about what we asked you to do."

Dad said, "Through the years, I've heard of guys who experimented with other guys, and no matter how much they were into girls, a lot of them found that sex with other guys was kind of exciting. I always wondered about that. Just to reveal a little secret to you, I have to admit that I enjoyed watching your bodies change as you grew up. I felt something, but I really didn't know what it was exactly. I felt aroused as you grew into your teen years and watched your bodies turn into men, with hair coming out on your legs and arms and chests. And to watch over time your little boy penises grow into man-sized cocks would make me aroused. And sometimes I'd get hard-ons when I looked at you. I just always passed it off as silliness. I never admitted to myself that there was any sexual attraction there.

"When you first suggested that . . . you know . . . we get together, I felt an excitement sweep over me. I asked myself if all those strange feelings I had through the years were trying to tell me something about myself I wouldn't admit to. Looking at your bodies was one thing, but the idea that I would touch you sexually aroused me. You know your friend, Toby Sullivan? His father and I are pretty good friends, you know. One evening after work, after we'd had a few drinks, he admitted to me that he had, not long before, been seduced by another man. He had never considered such thing anytime in his life. But it turned out to his complete surprise that it excited him to have sex with this man. He never lost his excitement for women, but to have been with this man opened up a whole new world for him.

"I have to admit that I kind of thought he was off his rocker. How could that possibly be?. But then I thought about those strange feelings that I had been having, and wondered if I would feel the same excitement he did if another man seduced me. But I put it out of my mind. That is, until your suggestion made such an occurrence a distinct possibility. I'm sorry, you guys, that I hesitated so long. I know now that it was something I really wanted, but it was still hard for me to admit it. I still feel hot toward your mother, and I never tire of sex with her. But just as I always preached to you, I've now found something new to give me pleasure sexually. You didn't really force me. It's just that I needed time to come to a full realization of what I wanted."

I finally said, "Thanks for telling us that, dad. But now that you finally took the step, what do you think about it?"

Dad laughed, kissed us both, and reached down and took hold of each of our penises in his hands. He said, "Well, the way I feel about it is that you learned a lot when I gave you the facts of life way back when. And I can see now that I had a lot to learn, too."

"What did you learn, exactly, dad," Sam asked.

"Well, I'll tell you what, boys," dad said. "It's a long story. Why don't we come up here again next weekend, and I'll tell you all about it!