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Chapter 3

Tommy awoke on Monday morning with his usual hard-on. He looked down at it as its head lay nestled in his small bush of pubic hair. He took hold of it and stood it straight up. He was amazed to realize that cock of his had been in both his father's and Mr. Dibble's mouths as well as up their asses over the past two days. He felt quite the stud as he gazed at it and fondled it.

He noticed that it was 10:30 a.m., and lying next to the clock was a note from his dad.

"Tommy, I went off to work early this morning, but didn't want to wake you. You had quite a work-out last night, and I hope you sleep as long as you want today. Who knows what tonight will bring. I'll be home in time for supper. I love you, Dad."

Tommy got up and went to the bathroom to pee. He brushed his teeth and, with the new razor his dad had bought him, whacked off the adolescent stubble that was beginning to appear on his chin.

Back in his room, he stood naked before the full-length mirror on the back of his door. He liked his body the way it was developing. His shoulders were wide, and his hips were slim. Although the summer was young, he'd been to the beach a number of times and now had a delicious tan. He admired his tan line that left his little buns pure white. He looked at his legs and was glad to see them covered with a light dusting of hair. Soon, he thought, they'll be as hairy as his dad's. He cupped his balls and then swung them from side to side. He knew it would be only a matter of time when they would hang much lower like his dad's. He turned around and bent over, craning his neck to see them from behind in the mirror. He wiggled his hips and watched his balls swing from side to side . . . sort of like the big balls that hung down between his golden retriever's hind legs. Pulling his ass cheeks apart, he tried to see his asshole. There it was, the hole in which his dad's blazing cock fucked him twice the night before.

When the doorbell rang, Tommy threw on a pair of shorts with no underwear and raced downstairs. When he opened the door, there stood Randy Durand, a boy in his class at school. They had spoken casually from time to time, but were not really well acquainted.

"Hi," Tommy said. "Come on in."

"I hope I'm not bothering you," Randy said nervously.

"No, is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I didn't have anything to do today, and I just thought I'd come by to see you."

They both ambled into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Tommy liked Randy, although they rarely spoke. Randy hung around with a different crowd. He was on the junior swimming team at school and had won an award during the last week of school. He was very popular, and Tommy couldn't imagine why the boy would come see him. Randy seemed so subdued. Not the gregarious kid who was always laughing and kidding around with a gang of other hotshots who looked up to him.

"I saw you get your award," Tommy said. "I liked to watch you swim during the last meet."

"Thanks." Randy held his head down, but turned his eyes up to Tommy's face. "I saw you last night."

Tommy's heart jumped. "You saw me?"

"Yeah. In your front yard." Randy quickly put his hand out. "It's all right. You were on the ground with some other man."

"Were you the one who yelled at us?"

"No. I was with my two cousins from out of town. One of them yelled at you. They're real assholes, both high school drop-outs. I don't know why I went out with them. I was supposed to be home by eleven o'clock, but they kept driving around."

Tommy didn't know what to say.

"You remember, Tommy, we sat next to each other all through our history class."

"I know. I wanted to talk to you, but you had so many other friends who always wanted to hang around you and I didn't think you'd ever want to talk to me."

"And remember that time we were in the Boy's Room and stood next to each other at the urinals?"

"Yes. I think so."

"I remember it real well, Tommy."

After an awkward silence, Randy moved his hand toward Tommy's bare shoulder, but then pulled it back. "I like you a lot, Tommy. I wish we'd been friends. I wish we could be friends."

Tommy had always thought Randy was good looking, but now he saw Randy with new eyes---the same eyes through which he had come to see his father and Mr. Dibble. The handsomeness of Randy's face, the smoothness of his skin. He looked into Randy's eyes and saw a longing in them he'd never seen. He was sure Randy wanted more from him than mere friendship.

Tommy put his hand on Randy's shoulder. And at that moment, Randy lurched forward and threw his arms around Tommy. Tommy could feel Randy's body shaking.

"I'm sorry, Tommy," Randy whispered. "I've always wanted you to be my friend, more than anybody else."

"More than anybody else? Everybody wanted to be your friend. Why didn't you say something, Randy. I'd like to be your friend, too."

"I always thought you wouldn't understand why I wanted to be your friend," Randy said softly. "And I knew nobody else would understand, either. But when I saw you last night doing---you know---what you were doing with that man, I knew then that you would understand. When I saw you last night, something happened to me. That's why I came over today. I was sure you'd understand about me. And we could be friends."

Tommy pushed forward until Randy lay on his back with Tommy on top of him. "Sure, I understand. We both understand. I want to be your friend, too, Randy."

Their lips met, and their tongues slipped into each other's mouth. They kissed each other's cheeks, eyes, and nose.

"I've wanted this for a long time, Tommy." Randy ran his hands over Tommy's bare back and slipped them down the back of his shorts, massaging Tommy's smooth ass cheeks.

As Randy lay on his back, Tommy worked fast to remove Randy's shirt, pants and underwear. He slid down and sucked in Randy's hard cock, now slick and slimy with pre-cum. He twisted his body around on the sofa so his penis was close to Randy's mouth.

When Randy didn't take it, Tommy said, "What`s the matter?"

In a small and uncharacteristically weak voice, Randy said, "I've never done this before."

"What haven't you done?"

"I've never had . . . you know . . . another guy's penis in my mouth before." Randy pulled his face away from Tommy's penis and began running his tongue over Tommy's legs. "You have a nice body, Tommy. And you smell good. I knew you would. I dreamed about this."

Tommy understood. It was all new to Randy, just as it had been to him. Right now, it seemed that Randy wanted only affection, the feel and taste of another boy's body next to his. Tommy looked at Randy's hard penis and the clear semen that leaked from it and knew that touching and kissing Tommy's body was a major turn on for Randy.

"Can we jack off, Tommy. Would that be okay?"

Tommy slid alongside Randy so their heads were close together. They both began to stroke.

"I like jacking off," Randy said. "I've only done it with one other guy. My cousin once. But . . . maybe I shouldn't tell you this. I wanted to be your friend for a long time, but when I saw you doing stuff last night, I knew you'd understand about me, and I just had to come and tell you how I felt."

As Randy ran his hand over Tommy's chest and stomach, Tommy kissed him.

"Come on, Randy. Let's go up to my room and do this on my bed. Would you like to see a real neat video while we jack off?

As the video rolled, Randy looked mostly at Tommy's body and ran his hands and tongue gently over it. It was clear to Tommy that Randy's passion lay not wholly with his need for sexual release, but largely with the need for affection and closeness to another man's body, similar to his own. For a time, they both lay there, feeling and tasting each other's moist skin, and absorbing the erotic smell of all parts of each other's body.

Tommy couldn't seem to get enough of Randy's body, covered all over with the smooth curves of a swimmer's muscles.

Tommy and Randy eventually jacked off and shot their loads onto their stomachs. Tommy reached over with his fingers and scooped some of Randy's cum into his mouth.

"Do you eat your own cum?" Tommy asked.

"No."

"Try some of mine. It's good."

Randy hesitantly took some of Tommy's cum on his finger and tasted it. "Yeah. It is good."

Tommy rolled close to Randy. "Randy, did your dad ever talk to you about sex?"

"I don't have a dad. It's just my mom and me. I wish I did have a dad like other kids. I'm sure if I did, though, he'd hate me for being what I am if he knew."

"My dad knows about me. You know, that I like to be with guys. He thinks it's good."

"He does?"

"Yeah. Sometime you can come over and meet him."

Randy looked at the time and jumped up. As he got back in his clothes, he said, "I'd better get home before my mom gets home from work. She'll be mad if I don't get the windows washed like she told me."

After Tommy saw Randy out the door, he flopped down on the sofa. So much had happened over the last several days, he could hardly imagine that, just the week before, he was secretly jacking off by himself, hoping no one would find out. Everything had changed. Not only with his father, but now he had become the friend of one of the most popular and sexy guys in school. He hadn't told Randy that it was his father he had seen fucking him the night before. That would be up to his dad to reveal that once he met Randy. But in the meantime, he would see Randy again and teach him all the things he should know.

On Wednesday evening, Hanoford Dibble looked around the house to be sure all was in readiness for the gathering of his guests. He'd restocked his wet bar, the snacks were ready to be put out, and of course, he had re-made his king-sized bed with clean sheets. He selected several of his hottest videos to show, if it came to that in the course of the evening.

The first to arrive was Hanoford's son, Marvin Dibble and fifteen year old grandson, Skeeter. Marvin was a dark and sultry type, with lips that absolutely destroyed anyone who saw them. Long black eyelashes curled over his dark eyes. And the dimples in his cheeks were almost more than one could bear. He wore black pants and a white shirt, unbuttoned part way down to reveal two firm pecs and a swirl of dark hair extending to his navel. Skeeter had on blue shorts and a blue and white striped polo shirt. Even though he was also fifteen, he looked like a little cherub with his light curly hair falling down over his forehead.

The three of them hugged and kissed and performed the customary groping, the requisite greeting among them.

"Help yourself to the bar, Marvin. And Skeeter, there's Pepsi in the fridge."

Just then, the door bell rang. In walked two of his guests, Simon Bulfinch and Jonah Peabody, each in their late thirties, who had been close friends with Marvin since childhood, and each as drop-dead handsome as he. More hugging, kissing, and groping on their way to the bar. Simon was the grandson of old Mayor Bulfinch, who had been driven from office many years before after being discovered sucking the cock of his vice mayor's young son on the Mayor's desk. Jonah was the proprietor of the Peabody Gallery that abounded with evocative paintings and sketches of nude men. The most controversial of his paintings was that of a beautiful nude man lying on his back and holding his hard penis with one hand. On his stomach lay great shimmering globs of white cum.

Before Hanoford could close the door, he saw Father Dennis hurrying up the walk. Dennis knew the other guests and, after the requisite groping, he collapsed in a chair. Although he was twenty-seven years old, he looked rather more like a teenager than a grown man. He was slender and delicate looking.

"Oh, Hanoford. I thought I was going to be late. I had a funeral this morning, a wedding this afternoon, and earlier this evening, I finished a hospital visit. On top of that, just minutes ago, I received a rather pleasant blow job from the Monsignor. He's always so accommodating to the working priests in our diocese. I think I need a drink. I had no time to change out of my priestly garments."

As Hanoford delivered him a drink, he said, "Doesn't matter, Father Dennis. I trust you'll be out of them shortly."

Soon, Harry and Tommy arrived. They were introduced to the other guests, upon which more ceremonial groping occurred.

Father Dennis went to Hanoford and whispered. "Please, Hanoford, I'd like to talk with you for a minute alone in the kitchen."

When they were seated at the table, Father Dennis said, "Hanoford, I don't know those people, Harry and Tommy. They saw me in my clerical collar. How do I know whether or not they might go to my church? They might be spies, and I could be ruined."

"They're not spies, Father, and I know for a fact they don't go to our church. Now relax. We're all here for the same reason. We all have a lot to lose, and none of us are going to go out and tell stories. What do you think of Harry and Tommy?"

"Oh, they're both adorable. I wonder if either one of them will want to hit on a skinny little man like me."

"You're not skinny, Father. You're sweet and cuddly. That's what you are." Hanoford grabbed him and kissed him all over his face.

As the evening progressed and drinks consumed, shirts became unbuttoned, flies unzipped, pants dropped, shirts removed. Soon the living room was filled with nothing but bare skin, save for Father Dennis, who had remained collapsed in a chair, still fully dressed and sipping on his wine. Conversation waned, and heavy breathing cut through the ensuing silence. The air became thick with the smell of passion and desire.

Hanoford and Simon Bulfinch had disappeared up the stairs to his bedroom. Simon Peabody was lying on the floor in the corner with Skeeter sitting on his face. While Simon slurped noisily on Skeeter's asshole, Hanoford's son Marvin was on his stomach sucking deeply on Simon's blazing cock.

Tommy sat in a chair and watched his dad leaning over Father Dennis, who was still seated fully dressed across the room.

He heard his father say, "Father Dennis, may I have the pleasure of undressing you. I have always fantasized about undressing a priest."

Harry slowly removed the clerical collar, and each of the priest's other items of clothing. As he watched, Tommy's penis hardened until he thought it would explode. Father Dennis's body was slender and beautiful. The soft Mediterranean color of his skin excited him. Harry lifted up the priest and laid him on the soft carpet. Harry lay beside him, and they kissed.

Tommy could take no more and rushed over to the priest and lay between his legs. When the priest saw that Tommy was trying to raise his legs, he pulled them up so his thighs were against his chest, exposing his asshole. Tommy plunged his face between those small round ass cheeks and ran his tongue over the holy pucker. He could feel the man's asshole quivering and pushing out. Tommy forced his tongue into the warm cavern of the priest's rectum. Harry began jacking off the priest, and when he was about to cum, Tommy could feel the muscles around the man's asshole cramping on his tongue. He pulled out and took the priest's cock in his mouth. The hot sperm of this holy man flooded his mouth. It was more than he could swallow. His dad leaned over and sucked much of it out of his son's mouth.

As Father Dennis lay gasping for air, both Tommy and his father proceeded to give his hairless skin a full body tongue bath. While they were doing this, they heard Jonah Peabody growling like a bear as his hot cum spewed into Marvin's mouth. Skeeter pulled his ass off of Simon's face and crawled over to Tommy, who was on his stomach, busily licking Father Dennis's legs.

"I love your cock, Tommy," Skeeter said. "would you fuck me?"

"Sure," Tommy said.

"And, Mr. Carlson," Skeeter said, "while Tommy's fucking me in my asshole, would you fuck me in my mouth?"

Before Tommy got started, Father Dennis rolled over and plunged his face into Skeeter's ass. He flooded Skeeter's hole with saliva.

"I just wanted to prepare his hole for your cock, Tommy. I've had my tongue in Skeeter's asshole before, and it's delicious."

Tommy mounted Skeeter and plunged his burning cock into his asshole. This was the first time he fucked a boy his own age. Skeeter's hole was tighter than his dad's. He wondered if Randy's hole would be as tight. As he slid his rod in and out, he watched his dad lie crossways over Skeeter's face and sink his dripping cock into the boy's throat. He watched his dad's beautiful round ass cheeks rising and falling, faster and faster. The sight sent him over the edge in only minutes.

Harry watched Tommy's face as it contorted during his orgasm. The sight of it triggered Harry's own orgasm, sending a flood of sperm into Skeeter's mouth. At the same moment, Skeeter shot his own load, which landed all over Harry's ass cheeks. Tommy pulled his cock out and scooted up where he could lick up all of Skeeter's thick cum. Soon they were collapsed on the floor along side the collapsed Jonah Peabody and Father Dennis, who had just completed a rather vigorous 69, while Marvin, Hanoford's son, fucked Father Dennis. In spite of their exhaustion, they began to roll around together in a tangle of flesh, kissing and licking each other's sweaty bodies.

From upstairs, loud orgasmic moans and growls could be heard. Marvin sat up and suggested they all go up and join his father, Hanoford, and Simon Bulfinch. Skeeter led the way with Tommy's cum now running out of his asshole in streams down the back of his legs.

It had been apparent through the evening so far that Tommy held a great attraction to all of them. When they all piled onto Hanoford's huge king-sized bed, they looked at him with a craving in their eyes.

Marvin leaned over Tommy and said, "I want to fuck you really bad, Tommy."

Without waiting, Marvin flung Tommy's legs high up against his chest and plunged his face into the boy's ass crack. After filling it with saliva, he mounted Tommy and rammed his turgid cock into Tommy's waiting hole. As he fucked in and out, hard and fast, he leaned over and ran his tongue all over Tommy's handsome face. Everyone else sat or lay around them, watching this boy's ass being plundered. They stroked their own cocks as looks of yearning passed over their faces.

Marvin's guttural groans signaled the powerful flow of his sperm into Tommy's rectum. As he pulled out, Simon Bulfinch moved in and, taking hold of Tommy's hips, plunged his own eight-inch cock into Tommy's sloppy wet asshole. He pounded Tommy's ass unmercifully as Tommy reached up and pinched Simon's nipples. In only minutes, Simon blasted his hot cum up the boy's hole.

Then, with Simon's cock barely out of Tommy's asshole, Hanoford rammed his own cock into it. As he fucked in and out, the cum of the previous two fuckers gave out a delicious sloshing sound. Next came Jonah Peabody's cock, fat and purple.

After Jonah emptied his load into the boy's ass, Tommy rolled over. He got on his knees with his ass in the air and his shoulders against the bed. Thick cum began to bubble out of his hole and run down his legs as Father Dennis mounted him. Father Dennis's long, straight, and slender prick seemed to just fall into Tommy's hole that was now extended large from Jonah's huge sausage. As everyone watched closely, one of the holy Father's little balls slipped easily into Tommy's asshole along with his penis.

It was now Harry's turn. He had, by this time, worked himself up to an almost insane sexual frenzy watching five man-sized cocks plundering his son's asshole. Plunging his own burning cock into the gooey mess inside Tommy, he took only three strokes before discharging his load of sperm into his son's bowels.

Only one remained. Skeeter. Skeeter got on his knees behind Tommy and slowly buried his beautiful teenage rod into Tommy's hole. He held it there for a few seconds and then began to fuck. The cum in Tommy's bowels was not only running down the back of his own thighs, but was now running onto Skeeter's balls. Unlike the adults, Skeeter edged and made it last. But he could hold it only so long, and soon sent powerful surges of cum into Tommy. When he pulled out, he lay over on his back and pulled Tommy's ass back so it rested on his face. Cum poured out of Tommy's hole and flooded over Skeeter face, as he lapped up as much as he could.

At the sight of this, everyone else's cocks became hard again. They all began to roll around into a hot, sweaty tangle of bodies, indiscriminately sucking cocks, licking assholes and one another's bodies. Exhausted, they all finally collapsed in a heap.

It was now a little after midnight, and the party was over. They all wearily got dressed after their multiple orgasms and departed. Tommy felt almost too weak to walk, and Harry carried his naked son in his arms across the lawn into their house.

Laying Tommy on his bed, he said, "Are you all right, son?"

"I've never had such a wonderful experience, Dad. But I'm really tired."

"I'm going to sleep here with you, Tommy. Okay?"

"Yeah. I love you, Dad."

Harry and Tommy went to bed without showering. When they awoke in the morning, their bodies reeked with the erotic smell of sex. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of sweat and cum. It aroused them both, and they agreed to take their showers together. They both had to pee, but waited until they climbed into the large shower stall. As they stood facing each other, Harry took hold of his penis and sent a powerful stream of piss onto his son's stomach. To Tommy, the stream felt like a sharp needle against his skin. He looked town and watched the yellow liquid run down over his penis and balls and drip onto his feet. He aimed his own penis at his dad's balls and let go. Harry put his hand under his balls and caught some of it, which he then rubbed over his beautiful chest.

They laughed and then turning on the water, they washed each other's bodies with loving care, running their hands over each other's skin. After rinsing, Harry knelt down and put his face into his son's ass crack. As he sucked on the boy's hole, he was surprised to find that a fair amount of sweet cum was still oozing out.

Harry fixed a large breakfast for the two of them. Tommy's mother, Grace, was due back on a morning flight from her business in New York. The breakfast dishes had barely been washed when Grace came in the front door.

"Hello, Grace dear," Harry said as he took her into his arms. "Did you have a productive meeting."

"Oh, yes," Grace said with a sigh, as she dropped her suitcase on the floor. "It was absolutely exhausting. I'm going to have to go back to New York on Friday. The company's been charged with fraudulent activities, and we're having to prepare our case for trial."

"I'm sorry you have to leave so soon, dear," Harry said with as much sadness as he could muster."

"I know, Harry. Would you take my suitcase upstairs for me? I'm going to get myself a cup of coffee, if you've made any."

When Harry had taken the suitcase up to their room, he quickly opened it and looked furtively through it's contents. There at the bottom was a photograph of Grace naked and on her back with her legs in the air and a good looking young man busily eating out her pussy. It was inscribed with Joe Brown's signature. Harry knew he was a member of the corporation's Board. Attached was a note that read, "Can't wait to see you this weekend and get my hot cock up your pussy again. I've made reservations at the hotel on the Jersey shore. Until then, I'll be dreaming about sucking on your sweet juices."

Just then Tommy came into the room. "Look here, Tommy," Harry said. "It looks like mom will be pretty well occupied when she gets back to New York. I can see why she says it's exhausting up there."

"Wow, Dad. Is that what a pussy looks like? It's as wet as my asshole was last night."

"Let me put it away now, Tommy, before your mom comes in."

Harry thought he should give Grace a good fuck that night to make up for lost time and to make her think he was interested. But Grace declined, saying she was too tired.

When Grace departed again on Friday, Tommy sat down with his dad at the kitchen table for lunch.

"Dad, I've got something I want to tell you. Have you ever heard of Randy Durand? He goes to my school."

"Yes, I think I have. He's that junior swimming champion I read about on the sports pages. He's a hot ticket."

"He was in the car that night that drove by us when we were fucking in the front yard. He didn't do the yelling, but the other guys in the car did. He came over the next day and admitted that he was interested in me, and apparently had been for a long time. You were at work and we went up to my room and jacked off together. He's like I used to be. He doesn't know about the other stuff guys can do. Would you mind if I called him up and asked him to come over this evening? I'm sure he wouldn't tell anyone else. I know he doesn't want anyone else to know about him. He's really popular and, if anyone knew, it would really be bad."

"Okay," Harry said. "I'd like to meet him."

"He's never had a dad that he knew, and he's never had any other man who's ever been nice to him. His swimming coach is a shit-head. Really mean. I think Randy would really like to have a man like you be nice to him, a man who would understand him like you do with me."

Randy Durand agreed to come over to Tommy's house about 6:30 after supper. Shortly before that, Harry went in to take a shower and hoped he'd be out before Randy arrived.

A few minutes before 6:30, Randy rang the bell. Tommy, wearing only his shorts again, took hold of Randy and kissed him. "Come on up to my room, Randy. I want you to meet my dad."

They sat on the side of Tommy's bed. "My dad's still taking a shower. He'll be through in a few minutes. You'll like him, I think. He's the best dad anyone could have."

Just then Harry appeared at the door, fully naked and drying his back with a towel. His semi-hard cock curved outward and downward, while his balls hung between his legs like a pendulum.

"Well," Harry said. "I'm sorry I wasn't downstairs to greet you. You're Randy, I presume. I'm Tommy's dad." Harry had now spread his legs wide as he wiped his ass with his towel.

Randy's eyes got so wide, they looked like saucers. The sight of Harry's beautiful naked body, tanned and muscular, brought a lump to his throat. He felt adrenaline surging through his limbs.

"Y . . . Yes, sir." Randy felt his penis straining against his underpants.

Harry sat on the bed next to Randy and laid his hand on the boy's thigh. "Tommy tells me you two have become quite good friends."

"Ye . . . Yes, sir."

"Well," Harry said, "there's no reason the three of us can't be friends, too."

As Harry began unbuttoning Randy's shirt, Tommy slipped out of his shorts. Tommy stood naked before Randy and his dad and said, "Dad always likes us to be comfortable as we get to know each other."
 

To be continued...