Dads And Sons

(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007 by the Author)
 

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They were lying in the back of the pickup on an old mattress, naked to the warm, autumn sun, with long ropes of come streaked across their muscular bodies. The boy, a muscular teenager of eighteen, had a streak of come on his face that ran from high on his cheekbone to dangerously close to his mouth. His chest still heaving, he made a swipe at it with his finger and, laughing, rolled over and put his finger to his dad's lips.

"Do you want this?" he asked.

The older man gripped his wrist and guided his finger to the boy's mouth. Jason licked it off.

"I'm going to hate to see this trip end," Brian Goddard, the older man said.

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

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

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

"Do you think it is?" Brian asked.

"I did at first."

"You should have told me."

"I was afraid you would stop if I told you," said the younger.

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

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

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

Brian said.

Jason rubbed then smacked his stomach. "I need to get back in the gym before I turn to flab," he said.

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

"What a mess," Jason said.

"Such a beautiful mess, though."

"We need to climb over that fence and take a quick swim in that creek,"

Jason said.

Brain stood up and pulled his son to his feet. "If we get arrested for anything, it's going to be trespassing," he said, laughing.

They swam for a little while then climbed back over the fence and laid in the truck bed till they were dried off enough to get dressed.

At the gym the next day, Brian went down slowly on the last rep of squats. "Stand ready," he said to his son, who was spotting him.

"You can do it," Jason told him.

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

"You can do it...push!" Jason barked.

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

"Another personal best," Jason said proudly.

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

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

`I'll be over to spot you," Brian told him. He picked up his towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

`That's some impressive weight."

Brian looked around to see a tall, muscular guy about his own age, straightening from the water fountain.

"Thanks. I was beginning to have some doubts," Brian said. "I had to fight for the last rep."

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

"He thinks I'm invincible," Brian said. "I haven't seen you here before, have I?" he asked.

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

"How old is your son?" Brian asked.

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

"Brian Goddard."

As they shook hands Brian noticed that Mike was watching Jason walking around the machine before going to his second set.

"Is that your real son?" Mike asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason went to the water fountain then walked up to the two men.

"Jason, this is Mike Wells. He and his son just moved to Landis."

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

"Good to meet you," Mike said, letting his eyes rake up and down the boy's muscular body, taking in especially the long, bulging bicep as they shook hands.

Jason didn't linger. "One more set, dad, and then I need you to spot me,"

he said, and headed back to the leg machine.

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

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

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

"One apology is enough," Brian told him.

"Well, you never know," Mike said.

"What do you mean?" Brian asked.

"It wouldn't be the first time a man and boy pretended to be father and son," Mike said with a side-glance, knowing look.

Brian didn't respond to the man's remark, but he thought he was catching on. Something was amiss. Or maybe not; maybe things were just right. But he would have to proceed with caution.

Jason had finished his second set and was pacing aimlessly during a short rest before tackling the really heavy weight.

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

"I'll see you," Mike said.

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

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

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

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

Jason said.

Brian laughed.

"What's so funny?

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

"Actually, after seeing his dad, I don't know if I need to meet his son,"

Jason joked.

"Well, you've said several times how great it would be if we could find another dad and son team to share our interests. I can't be absolutely sure, but I'm thinking maybe we've found one."

"No kidding! That would be great. But what makes you think so?" Jason asked.

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

"Well, I am," Jason said.

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

"How are we going to find out if they're on the same track as us?" Jason asked.

"I'll pursue it," Brian said. "Next time I see him at the gym I'm going to ask him if Todd is his real son. That should open the lines of communication again, along the same track he was on today. If there's anything there, he'll catch it."

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

"Hey, his son's not bad," Jason said.

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

"I can probably teach him a few things," Jason said with a grin. "Why don't you ask his dad if he wants me to give him some pointers."

"Don't rush it," Brian said.

Brian was cautious about his approach. It was dangerous territory, exposing their secret to a stranger. If Mike and Todd's situation wasn't what he though it was, he could be opening the door to real trouble. He didn't know what the guy did for a living and he didn't remember telling Mike what he did. It came out in their conversation. Mike was a construction worker, happy to be associated with a warehouse foreman. Over the next couple of weeks the four of them got to know each other. The two boys hit it off as Jason helped the other boy with his workouts. So did Mike and Brian but it was more cautious and reserved. As he grew more confident, Brian invited Mike and Todd for a cookout.

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

Jason said.

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

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

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

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

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

"About half serious," Todd said, eyeing the animal's huge cock. "Yeah, at least half serious--maybe a little more. I've wondered at times if he's my real dad; he's so big and I'm so small."

Jason didn't believe Todd's dad could be built even half as big as the horse but he didn't say it. He didn't want to call the kid a liar.

"What do you call small?" Jason asked, sensing the boy's real concern.

"Half as big as my dad," Todd said.

"Hell, if he's as big as you say, half as big isn't exactly a midget,"

Jason said.

At the grill, Brian was working up the courage to open the conversation once more. He told Mike to hand him another beer out of the cooler, and Mike got another for himself as well.

"I've been meaning to ask you, is Todd your real son?" Brian asked as the boys were walking toward the barn.

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

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

"He is my real son," Mike said.

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

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

"Is it?"

Mike chugged down his beer and got another one out of the cooler. He held it up, in a gesture of asking if it was okay.

"You don't have to ask," Brian said.

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

"Neither am I."

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

"Thanks, but you're still dancing," Brian told him.

"I think you know that my relationship with my son is more than being just his dad," Mike said in an even tone.

"I was hoping so, but it's great to know for sure. Thanks for having more balls than I've got in bringing it up," Brian said with a relieved smile. "So is it safe to assume that you and Todd have a similar relationship?" he asked.

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

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

"Damn right. I wonder if the boys know," Mike said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are we going to tell them when they get back, or let them figure it out for themselves?" Mike asked.

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

"Damn don't torture me," Mike said with a grin. "At least give me a time frame when we might all get together."

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

"Yes," Mike said.

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

"Great! All I gotta do is figure out how I'm going to last for a week,"

Mike said. "How long have you and Jason been making it together?"

"A couple of years," Brian said.

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

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

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

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

"I caught Todd a couple more times after that," Mike went on. "I swear, I think the boy was jacking off three times a day, from the evidence I was finding. In our little talk I guess I forgot to mention the part about not letting it become a habit. But, hell, that's a lot of bullshit anyway. A stiff cock makes its own habits. Anyway, the next time I caught him, I startled him and he jerked his hand away and grabbed something to cover himself up; even after we'd had our talk. I tried to reinforce what I'd said before, about not being ashamed and embarrassed. Well, the next time he was so close and he kept right on pounding it till he shot off, all the time he was looking straight at me, right in my eyes. It was the weirdest thing."

"What happened then?" Brian asked.

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

"With what?" Brian asked.

"He asked me if I jacked off."

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

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

"Did you?"

Mike sighed, shaking his head. "No. He was still too young; I didn't want to confuse an already confused boy with those kinds of feelings. It was probably the most difficult decision I ever made, to get up and walk out of his room because I was afraid I would make him feel more guilty and ashamed. The way I told him no, I told him, jokingly, that we would save it till a later time. But I stayed and we talked for a while till I felt I'd made my point that it was perfectly all right to do what he was doing and that he didn't need to try to hide it from me. Of course, it helped, I'm sure, that I told him that I jacked off, too."

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

"Yeah, but I was able to suppress them," Mike replied. "It's hard to hide your feelings from a twelve-year-old, though, when he's looked into your soul, but still, I wasn't sure he saw that deep into my real feelings. I held things at bay till he turned eighteen."

"So, in that sense, you're relative newcomers," Brian said.

"Yeah, but let's say we're making up for lost time," Mike said with a grin.

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

"Great!" Todd exclaimed.

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

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

"I don't know for sure. We'll see what develops. We left it at that," Brian said.

"You know what's going to develop, dad, if we're all of the same mindset,"

Jason said.

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

"But we're going to get acquainted, on the camping trip, right? Really acquainted."

"We can only hope," Brian said.

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

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

"Okay."

"Listen, Jason...you, uh...you should know that I'm sure Mike is going to want to take it all the way with you. I noticed how he ogles your butt quite openly."

"Did he say that?" Jason asked, looking surprised.

"Not in so many words, but I saw it. And look at you. Look at your butt. It's a no-brainer."

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

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

"No, I mean really...like a horse. I thought he was just saying it, but he was serious. He said he was half serious, making it sound like his dad really is half as big as the horse."

"I'm sure he was exaggerating, just bragging on his dad. Anyway, you don't have to do it," Brian said.

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

"No, of course not. Just know that I'll be there with you. I want to be sure I'm there. He won't make you do anything you don't want to do."

Finally, the big day came. Brian and Jason were used to camping light and primitive, carrying only sleeping bags and food and water. Mike, on the other hand, brought a four-man tent. Brian wondered if he'd purchased it especially for this trip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mike glanced at him with a grin. "I think I'm going to take that as a compliment," he said. Just then the boys appeared on the trail ahead of them, laughing and punching playfully at each other. "They look sexy as hell in their shorts and no shirts and those belts with the canteens bouncing against their butts," Mike said.

Brian smiled his agreement but didn't say anything.

"I get the feeling you're still not comfortable with this. Are you?" Mike said.

"I'm a little uneasy," Brian admitted. "Bringing someone else into such a close relationship..." What Jason said about the horse was also still lingering in the back of his mind and he wanted to ask Mike how big he really was.

"If you don't want me to do it, I won't," Mike said in an even tone.

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

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

"That's ultimately Jason's call," Brian said.

"No, it's your call," Mike said. "You say the word, right now, and it won't happen."

"I appreciate that, but if I know my son, he'll see you as a challenge, and he never backs down from a challenge," Brian said.

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

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

"Not all the way. It's frustrating, but I would never let him know that. That's the reason I've been drooling over Jason. But hell, I'm not going to rape your son," Mike said.

"No. No, you're not," Brian said. "How're we going to do this, anyway?" he asked.

"Well, I was thinking you and Todd might go for a hike while I take Jason and..."

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

Mike grinned. "You wanta watch? Wow! That is hot!"

Brian was a little embarrassed. He hadn't intended to imply that he wanted to watch, although he did. He simply wanted to be there to protect his son.

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

"Hey, I can go for that with no problem at all," Mike said with a leering grin "But you know it ain't gonna end up that way. Hell, how come we're father and son teams in the first place? The boys are going to feel left out if they're not a part of it with you and me."

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

"I know I'm right. Hell, the boys are probably up there talking about the same thing right now, how're were going to make it happen. They've probably got some ideas of their own."

They climbed well up into the wooded hills before they stopped at a likely site to make camp.

"I think we're up far enough so we won't be disturbed," Mike said as he shrugged the backpack containing the tent off his shoulders.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, they are two fine looking young specimens," Brian agreed. He still had an uneasy feeling, though. Mike seemed too anxious; even too determined, like a man on a mission. He struck Brian as a guy who went after what he wanted, a trait he usually admired except that this guy was wanting his son.

"Can I ask, how far have you taken it with Jason?" Mike asked.

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

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

"Yes."

"And he fucks you?"

"Yeah. How about you and Todd?" Brian asked.

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

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

"Sure. You do the same with Todd, okay?"

"Of course. It's just that I've seen you in the shower and putting all things in perspective..."

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

"That's what I do. But it's something Jason said..."

Mike gave him a questioning look.

"The two boys were talking when you guys were over for the cookout."

"And?" Mike asked.

"Well, it seems our horse was showing off when the boys were out at the stable and Todd remarked that he reminded him of you, and Jason said he didn't sound like he was kidding."

Mike shook his head, laughing. "Dam kid. He likes to brag. You know how kids are. My dad is bigger than your dad, my dad can beat up your dad,"

Mike scoffed.

"Is it brag?" Brian asked, keeping his serious tone. "How big are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

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

"Yeah, I do."

"Pretty big," Mike conceded.

Brian looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"Thirteen inches; a little more."

"Geezusss! Todd wasn't kidding!" Brian exclaimed. He got the distinct impression that Mike was trying to slough it off.

"Jason's a big boy, Brian," Mike said. "Why don't we let him decide what he can handle?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, me, too," Todd said.

Brian glanced at the boy, who was looking at him. He wasn't sure what he saw. Apprehension? Excitement? Fear? Maybe a little of all. Despite the youth's impressive muscularity, he was still a smallish kid, and Brian couldn't help noticing his cock. He hadn't gotten those genes from his dad; the boy was half the size of his father. Todd followed his dad into the tent and Brian followed him and Jason came in after him.

The sleeping bags had been spread out to cover the floor of the tent. The boys stacked their clothes in one corner and sat down, one on each sleeping bag. It was natural thing for them to do, and whether they knew it or not, that set the tone for the start of the adventure. Mike wasted no time taking off his hiking boots and socks and his hiking shorts. Brian looked furtively at the heavy bulge in his shorts. He was anxious to see if it was true. He sat down and took off his own boots and socks then slipped off his hiking shorts. A part of him hated that he let Mike lead the way, but there was something about the big stud that was nearly overpowering. When he saw Mike hook his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, Brian quickly rose up and took his shorts off too. Mike peeled his briefs down his thighs, kicked them aside and straightened. The two boys and Brian sat looking up at him, standing there with his hands on his hips and his feet planted apart like a Colossus. He was a tower of a man, made more so by the huge hunk of meat hanging out from between his legs. Brian was surprised that he wasn't already hard, but there was a lot of cock to fill up with blood. He tried to imagine it hard; extending out all thirteen inches; if it was true.

"Well, I guess we all know why we're here," Mike said, and with that, he stepped over and dropped to his knees beside Jason. It left Brian and Todd on either side of them. "Come on, boy, let's get you warmed up," he said in a husky tone.

Jason let Mike lay him back on the sleeping bag as he lay beside him on his side. He glanced at his dad as Mike brushed one hand across his chest and Brian tried to give him a look that everything was okay. His worst fear was that his son didn't think he would be there for him.

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

Jason tried it and sure enough his thick pecs tightened against the man's fingers.

"Goddam, I never seen a guy your age with pecs like that," Mike said. "Todd's going to have pecs like this one of these days soon, aren't you Todd?

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

Mike's hand was moving downward. "Fuckin' great abs, too," he said. He moved his hand lower, toward Jason's growing cock. "Let's watch and see how big that thing gets," he said.

They all watched Jason's cock. It expanded and stretched up across his lower as, across his stomach.

"Fuckin' impressive," Mike said, looking up at Brian.

Brian was watching Mike's cock, rising slowly from between his legs. Rising and growing to a monstrous size as it lifted like a heavy beam and swung over across his hip. He feared for Jason.

"Turn over," Mike said as he urged Jason over onto his stomach. He pried his legs wider and got between them. "Geezusss, what a butt!" Then he hunkered down and buried his face between his butt muscles.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Jason cried out.

"MMMMMMmnnnnnn," Mike moaned as he began lapping and tonguing the boy's ass. He didn't stop till he had Jason thrashing and squirming and clawing at the sleeping bags, and then it was only a pause. He kept squeezing the boy's taut butt and then was working his big, thick fingers between them.

Jason raised up on his elbows and hunched his muscular shoulders as Mike shoved his fingers deep inside him.

"AAAawwwhhhh!" he gasped, tossing his head back.

"Found it, didn't I?" Mike said with a soft chuckle.

"Y-Yes!" Jason hissed.

"Nice," Mike said as he prodded and massage the boy's prostate. "Nice and big, and swollen. When did you discover your love nut?" he asked.

"M-My D-Dad f-found it," Jason stammered.

"Lucky kid," Mike said. "It should be a law that all boys get their love nuts discovered by their dads. Okay. Turn over on your back," he told Jason.

Jason scrambled onto his back.

"Get up there and hold his legs for me," Mike told Todd.

Todd scurried to his knees at Jason's head and grabbed his ankles. He pulled Jason's legs higher, pulling his hips up more and spreading his butt apart.

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

"Y-Yesssss!" Jason hissed.

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

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

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

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

"Awwwhhh, do it...stick it in...you said you were gonna fuck me with it!"

Jason moaned.

Mike buried his face hard and drove his tongue deep inside the velvet-like muscles.

"AAWWWWWHHHNNNNGHHHHH!" Jason cried out.

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

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

Mike raised up from Jason's butt, sat back on his haunches as he wiped his mouth with his hand and stroked his cock with his other hand. He waved it around, showing it off to Brian.

Brian shook his head in disbelief.

"Ohh, please, Mike, you said you were going to fuck me with your tongue,"

Jason begged.

Mike laughed and glanced at Brian with his tongue stuck out. Brian blinked with surprise. He'd never seen such a long tongue; it stuck out easily five inches. It made a chill go down his spine as he imagined how it was going to feel inside his son's ass.

Mike bent down and went to work again. He lapped at the boy's asshole some more, then dug his fingers into the right rim and pulled it apart and drove his tongue through it.

"AWWWWWwwwhhhhhhhh!" Jason cried out again around Todd's cock. "Ohh, Goddd...you've got such a long tongue! Ohhh, its reaching so deep...ohhhh, dad, he's...he's almost able to reach my love nut with it!"

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

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

"Yeah, are you going to fuck me?" Jason asked nervously.

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

"Yeah...I want it too, but...."

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

"Are you as big as Todd says?" Jason asked, cocking his head around just so far, as if he were afraid to turn and look for himself.

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

Brian felt good that he said it although he thought he was being patronizing. He figured the guy would go after whatever he wanted and fuck the consequences and anybody who tried to stop him. And Jason was anxious. He pulled up to his knees and tilted his butt up for the man. Mike was already nudging the head of his cock against Jason's hole. The head alone was going to be a challenge. It was as big as his balls.

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

"Not all the way," Todd said.

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

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

"UUUhhnnnnn!" Jason grunted through clenched teeth.

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

"Yes, I guess so," Jason replied bravely, nodding.

Mike inched more of his cock through his hole. Jason's eyes widened as inch after inch of the man's hot, thick meat sank into his body, and his mouth grew slack.

"OOOhhhnnnnnn," he moaned but it was hard to tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Mike didn't stop when he moaned. He kept pushing. "Ohh!" Jason moaned again. He didn't know that he had more than half of it, or that there were still six or seven inches remaining; the size or bigger than most men's cocks. But Mike kept on. He kept his eyes on Jason's face, gauging his every reaction as he entered him.

"Yeah, you're doing fine," Mike told him in a soothing tone as he twisted his hips in tiny circles.

"Uhhhnnn!" Jason gasped suddenly.

"Sorry, but don't worry, we'll work around that," Mike said as he shifted positions and sank deeper. "Yeah, worked right past it," he cooed.

"You're doing great, kid."

Brian saw the slack smile and the almost glazed look in his eyes as he sank another inch or more, which Jason took bravely--and another, which caused the boy's eyes to suddenly blink and widen. Brian started to stop it but then Jason's facial expression seemed to relax and he let it go on. He must have at least nearly the length of Brian's own cock in him by now which still left an awful lot to go, and Brian began to feel the boy's anxiety. He was tensed, ready to stop Mike, if Jason gave the slightest hint.

"Fuck, he's taking me like a real stud," Mike told Brian with a proud smile. He saw the look of disappointment on his own son's face and added, "Don't worry, son, I know you'll take it too, now that Jason's showed you that he can do it."

"Yeah, I wanta try it again," Todd said rather timidly.

Brian could see the fright in Todd's eyes. The boy was only saying what he thought his dad wanted to hear; he was scared out of his wits at the prospect of being impaled completely on his father's huge cock. As Mike slowly shoved more of his cock through Jason's hole, the boy reached up and Brian took both his hands in his own. Jason squeezed his hands so hard it felt like the bones were going crack.

"Hold it," Brian said when Jason grunted out another moan.

Mike looked at him with a smiling scowl. "He's doing fine," he said.

"No, he isn't," Brian said. "Stop. No more. I don't want you hurting him."

"He ain't said I'm hurting him," Mike argued.

Brian looked down at Jason and saw the anxiety and the fright in his eyes, but there was something else. That look of desperate determination he'd seen before when he was faced with a real challenge.

"How about it, Jason? You wanta go all the way with this?" Mike asked before Brian had a chance. Brian saw Mike's muscles tense as he was about to shove in deeper and he reached out with a hand around the man's arm. Mike halted his thrust.

"You okay, Jason?" Brian asked.

"Yeah....Yeah, I think so, dad," Jason replied.

"Do you wanta keep going? There's no shame if you don't want to. Mike's probably already deeper than I ever went."

"How much more do I have to take?" Jason asked.

"You don't have to take any more at all," Brian replied.

"A couple of inches," Mike said. Then to Brian, "I think that's what he meant."

"Well over three inches," Brian corrected him.

Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I really wanta do it, Dad,"

he said.

"You don't have to prove anything to anybody," Brian said.

"I want to," he said again. "It feels so good, I wanta see what it feels like all the way in."

Mike looked at Brian for his okay. Brian shrugged and nodded. "Go ahead, but take it easy," he warned.

"Yeah, I don't wanta hurt him either," Mike said.

Brian didn't believe that. If he weren't there, he was sure Mike would've plowed right in him and fucked him unmercifully. True to his word, Mike shoved deeper, almost in slow motion. Jason's eyes closed sleepily and his mouth grew slack as he was slowly impaled on the last three inches of the man's cock.

"Aah-hh-ahhhh-haahhhh!" Jason groaned as Mike smashed his hard loins against his butt. "Ohh, Goddddd!"

"You okay, son?" Brian asked.

"Are you okay, Jason," Mike echoed.

Jason nodded as he gasped in deep breaths of air. Brian wasn't so sure he was okay; it was more like he was determined to do it.

Jason opened his eyes then and looked up at his dad. "Oh, Dad....Ohhhh, Daddddd, it feels....Ohhhh, you oughta feel it....his cock throbbing so deep I don't even know where it went....somewhere so deep it...it feels like it's not touching anything, like there's nothing around it, except pure pleasure. Ohhhh....Ohhhh, dad, I'm glad....I took it!"

"Good. I am too, son, if it feels that good," Brian said, trying to suppress his envy.

Mike was almost gloating. "You gotta be fuckin' proud," he said to Brian. Then to Jason, "I'll just hold it in there deep and let it throb for a minute. You let me know when you want me to start fucking you."

Jason was unable to bring his excitement under control. He wanted more. He looked up at Mike with a longing in his eyes. "It's okay, if you wanta fuck me now," he said.

"If I wanta fuck you?" Mike scoffed. "Shit, I never wanted anything so bad in my life, except for my own boy," he said as he began pulling his cock back. Brian watched in awe as inch after inch of thick meat pulled free of Jason's hole, stretching it, tugging it almost inside out. It looked like there was even more than had gone in. He couldn't believe his son had taken all of it, and he couldn't imagine where he'd put it.

"Okay," Mike warned with a smile as he began to enter him again. He went slowly, but he went deep; all the way.

"OOOhhhhhhhhh!" Jason moaned with a grimace.

"That okay?" Mike asked.

"Oh, yesss.....Ohh, yeah, Mike...it's more than okay... Ohhhhh, fuck me...fuck me, Mike."

Mike chuckled as he pulled his cock back again. He shoved back in, this time a little faster, and when he saw that Jason wasn't hurting, he set his pace and picked up some speed. Jason went crazy. Brian could only try to imagine the pleasure that he was displaying in his face and his groans and whimpers.

"Are you two guys going to jump in or just watch?" Mike asked.

Brian looked across at Todd. "I...I w-want to watch for a minute, if that's okay?" Todd said in a meek voice as he stroked his own cock.

"Sure," Brian said. It was okay, but he was hot himself, now that he saw that Jason was all right, and Todd was looking mighty good to him. Even his smaller cock held an attraction for him; it would be like having a boy, where Jason had grown into a man. They watched their dad and son having sex, their eyes fixing on each other now and then, as if to gauge the other's readiness. It was Mike who grew impatient.

"Shit, guys, Jason and me shouldn't be having all the fun," he told Todd. "How about you get over here and give the old man some cock-lovin' boy."

"Yes, sir," Todd said as he obediently climbed over his dad to get to Brian. He took his dad literally and boldly began playing with Brian's butt. Brian let him squeeze his butt muscles, but he didn't make any move to let the boy get at him. In his own mind, he had it pictured the other way around; him fucking Todd. In his own mind, that's the way it ought to be. But Todd had other ideas.

"Turn over, on your hands and knees," Todd told him.

Surprised at the boy's audacity, Brian found himself doing what he said. He positioned himself on his hands and knees beside Jason and set his knees wide apart, ready for him; offering himself. He glanced at Jason to see him looking at him. He couldn't read his eyes with all the lust that was there. Was he disappointed in him? Or pleased, or proud, or what? He couldn't tell.

"My boy knows what he wants and goes after it," Mike said proudly.

Brian hated himself for being so submissive, especially to a teenager, but he was already squirming around on the Todd's probing fingers. He winced and gasped a couple of times then groaned softly when Todd touched his prostate. Then he withdrew his fingers and Brian felt the head of his cock against his asshole. He braced himself. Despite his smaller size, the head of his cock was big, and it was going to hurt. And Todd wasn't easy.

"UUhhnnnnnn!!" he groaned as the boy popped his cock through his hole and sank it in to the hilt in one easy motion. The depth was easy to handle, but the bulbous head stretched his asshole unmercifully and the pain lingered.

Jason reached out and put his arm around his dad's neck, pulling him in close. There was wet in his eyes. "Godd, Dad, I'm sorry, but I never felt anything like this before. He's going so deep!" he whispered.

"Don't be sorry, son," he said. "I'm glad Mike's making you feel so good."

"Is Todd good?" Jason asked. "Is he making you feel good, too, dad?

"Oh, yeah," Brian replied. "Yeah, he's good." But part of his feeling good was being mesmerized watching Mike's monstrous cock pull out...My God, there was no end to it....then it slowly disappeared into his son's ass. And each time Jason moaned and shuddered with pleasure. The boy's eyes fluttered and rolled back in his head. Dam, he's fucking him out of his mind, Brian thought.

Todd, behind him, was doing a stand-up job, too. Brian wondered if his dad had given him lessons on cocksmanship. He had the moves and technique equal to Jason's; he only lacked the size.

"I wanta cum so bad," Jason whispered, his voice shaky.

"Go ahead," Brian told him.

"I can't," he whimpered. "It feels like I'm going to all the time, but it won't cum."

"Hey, dad, twist around here and suck your son's cock, maybe that'll help him along," Mike said.

Again, Brian did as he was instructed. He buried his head in the V of Jason's body and took his cock in his mouth.

"OOOhhhhhh, Dadddddd!"

"Yeah, that's gonna do it, I can feel it in his ass," Mike said with a chuckle. "Do you want me to cum in you, Jason, or shoot it all over you?"

Brian rose up. "Don't cum in him," he said.

"Okay, not this first time," Mike said, persistent in getting what he wanted, if not this time, then the next.

As Todd fucked him with his youthful expertise, Brian sucked his son's cock hungrily, trying to help him get off. His own lust was building rapidly, soaring higher and higher each time Todd's cock punched across his prostate. The kid was good. He was wonderful. Jason's breath was coming hard and his abs twitched and trembled.

"I don't know about the rest of you but I'm getting you close," Mike observed.

"Ohh, Yesss!" Jason hissed. "Ohhh, Yessss, don't stop...please, don't stop.....fuck me...fuck me deep....ohhh, I wanta come so bad....fuck me and make me cum, Mike."

"Yes sir, son, whatever you say," Mike said with a chuckle as he extracted his cock to the head.

It pissed Brian off a little that Mike called him son but he didn't say anything.

Mike twisted his butt around in circles going back in, using a long corkscrew motion. It sent Jason up the walls.

"AAwwwnnnhhhhhh! Ohhhh....Ohhhhh, yeah, do that again! Fuck me like that!

Ohhhh, suck it, dad...suck my cock....ohhhh, I'm getting close....don't stop, guys...make it happen!"

Jason's cock stiffened in Brian's mouth and quivered hard as a steel rod; so hard it must've hurt. Then suddenly it exploded. The stuff shot against the roof of Brian's mouth like a power hose.

"Awwhh, yeah, he's shooting it, I can tell," Mike said. "Gezuss, his asshole is squeezing my cock so hard....awwwhhhh, yeah, milk it...squeeze it, kid....you're gonna get me there!"

Brian hoped Mike remembered not to shoot his load inside Jason's ass. He couldn't remind him, his mouth was full of his son's hard cock and being flooded with his hot cum. Was he going to stop, he wondered. Mike was really pumping it out of him. In his frenzy of the moment, he became vaguely aware that Todd was acting like he was working it up too. He hadn't told him not to cum inside him and that's exactly what he was gong to do. The next instant he felt the boy's hot cum shooting deep inside him, bathing his guts and his prostate with warm, thick cum. The boy's cock swelled and bucked to deliver its load. Mike was pulling his cock out of Jason's ass, fisting it, his hips jutted forward, and then he was cumming. The stuff shot out in a long rope and splattered all over the side of Brian's face, hot and hard. After the initial second of humiliation, Brian let himself enjoy it. Again and again, thick ropes of cum shot against his face...Geezusss, at least a half dozen blasts...and he kept cumming. My Godd, he is a stallion, Brian thought. Somewhere in the middle of it, Brian was aware of his own climax shuddering through his body.

Their mutual lust built to a moment of exhilaration so intense that they seemed suspended in time as their cocks spewed hot, thick cum. Then it began to subside and they floated back down to gasping reality.

"Damn! Motherfuck!" Mike swore. Nobody else said anything. "I don't know about you guys, but that was about the hottest thing I ever seen or did,"

he said as he sat back on his haunches. His great cock hung to the ground, thick and rubbery.

"Yeah, me too, Dad," Todd said as he was pulling his cock free. "Wow! He's got an educated ass."

"Good ass, huh?" Mike asked.

"Oh, yeah...almost as good as yours," Todd replied.

Brian rose up from between his son's legs, sucking the last of his come out of his cock before it fell to his stomach. His face was streaked and laden with come. It ran down his neck onto his chest and it caused him another moment of humiliation.

"Shit, I really white-washed you," Mike said proudly. "But you didn't want me to cum in your boy; I had to let it go somewhere."

Brian sat back on his haunches and made a swipe at the side of his face. His hand came away full of come.

"Todd, get over here and clean this mess up," Mike said.

Todd scrambled over next to Brian and began licking and sucking the come off of his face like a hungry puppy. Brian let him do it and he had to admit there was a certain perverted thrill about having the boy lick his own dad's come off his face, especially with his dad watching.

"You okay, son?" Mike asked Jason, smacking him on the thigh.

"Yeah, sir...I think so," Jason gasped.

"You are one hot, horny, brave little fucker," Mike said. "You took my cock like a stud!"

Brian lay down beside Jason, on his arm, still somewhat perturbed that Mike had called him son again, and Jason had called him sir. Todd and Mike lay on either side of them and soon dozed off. After several minutes, Brian rose up and motioned for Jason to come with him. They crawled out of the tent into the cool night air and walked down the path to the edge of the tiny creek.

"Are you okay, really?" Brian asked.

"Yeah. I feel funny inside, Mike went in so deep, but it's a good kind of funny. Sort of like I felt after the first time you fucked me. It was sort of like I was a virgin again."

"Well, he is pretty big, and I didn't want him to hurt you."

"I'm sorry I blurted it out that it was so good, Dad, but he had me feeling so good I couldn't help the way I was acting," Jason said.

"I told you not to be sorry," Brian sand as he put his arm around him and hugged him in close. "I don't like the son-of-a-bitch all that much, but if he made you feel that good, he's okay."

Jason stopped with a surprised look. "Why don't you like him?" he asked.

"Actually, it's me. Look, I'm sorry I shouldn't have let things get out of hand back there," Brian said.

"You didn't let things get out of hand. Things went like I thought they were supposed to," Jason said.

"I let him take over," Brian said.

"No you didn't. You could have stopped him any time. You did, once."

"Yes, but I still let him call the shots. I did everything he said, like his slave or something. Hell, I even did what Todd told me to do."

"You said Todd was good," Jason said.

"He was."

"Then what are you apologizing about?"

"I don't know...I surprised myself, that's all, letting Mike and his son take over the way they did. Hell, I let him shoot his load all over my face."

"I've done that before," Jason reminded him. "Although not that much."

"It's different with you."

Jason tightened his arm around his dad's waist. "If I didn't know better... the way you talking, I might think you were jealous," he said in a mischievous tone.

"Maybe I am," Brian admitted. "I let that stallion fuck you and maybe I am a little jealous that he made you feel so good."

"Dad, you've got nothing to be jealous about," Jason assured him.

"Are you sure? He's got thirteen inches of cock," Brian said with an easy smile. "I can't compete with that."

"It's a cock. He's great sex, but he's not my dad."

"And Todd's not my son," Brian said.

"Dad, are you going to let Mike fuck you?" Jason asked. "You should. You need to get past not liking him and see how wonderful he can make you feel."

"Part of me wants to....to see how it feels to take a thirteen-inch-cock. But another part of me doesn't want to let him have such total control and run things."

"Get over it, dad. Just enjoy the weekend."

But it wasn't that easy for Brian. "You notice that you and I were the ones that got fucked," he pointed out.

"Is that so bad? Todd made you cum; he must've been pretty good," Jason said.

"Somehow, I just feel like I let us be used," Brian said.

"Dad, its what we've been looking for, another dad and son team. The weekend isn't over," Jason said. "We haven't had our turn at using them."

"Somehow, I don't think Mike's going to let anybody fuck him. I don't know, maybe they're both tops," Brian said.

Jason laughed. "The way Jason was lapping his dad's come off of your face, he's no pure top." He stopped and turned so he was facing his dad. "I've never heard you talk like this, Dad. You can match Mike hands down, pound for pound, looks for looks....well maybe not inch for inch in the cock department, but in every other way. I don't like you talking like you're inferior to him. Two or three more inches of meat isn't all that much to get worked up over." He stopped and laughed, shaking his head. "Somehow, this all sounds like something you should be saying to me."

Brian put his hand on his shoulder. "You're right, Son. Sorry I'm being such a wimp. You shouldn't have to switch roles with me. Don't worry, I'll turn things around in my head."

"You're not a wimp, Dad," he assured him.

"I know. I just want you to be proud of me."

"I am."

"Hey, guys, where're you going?" Mike asked as he came up from behind with Todd at his side.

"Just getting some fresh air," Brian said.

Mike laughed. "Yeah, I guess we were sucking in a lot of oxygen in the tent."

"Hey, Todd, do you want to go swimming?" Jason asked.

"Sure!"

Mike and Brian stood back from the creek watching the two teenagers swim and playing grab-ass.

"Two very exceptional boys," Mike said.

"Yeah, they are," Brian agreed.

"You know what I would really like to see?"

"What?"

"I'd like to watch you fucking Jason." Brian looked at him. "It's the ultimate turn on, watching a guy fucking his own son," Mike said. "And you don't get the opportunity to see that very often."

"I'd like to see you fuck Todd, see if he takes all of those thirteen inches," Brian said.

"He's already said he wants to before we leave. After seeing Jason take me, he's more determined than ever," Mike said. "How about you? Are you the man your son is?" he asked with a sly grin.

Brian laughed, shaking his head. "That's not going to work on me," he said.

"Don't tell me you don't like it. Todd fucked you right out of your mind, and he's just a boy, with half the cock I've got. Think what a real man can do for you," Mike said.

"If I decide to try you on for size, it'll be my decision, not because you goaded me into it," Brian said.

"Okay. Sorry. Sometimes I get too aggressive," Mike said. "This is not goading you, but I want that ass of yours awfully bad. I'm partial to young asses, but you've got the greatest looking butt I've ever seen on a grown man."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere either," Brian said, laughing.

"Okay, whatever happens, happens," Mike said. "But are we on, fucking our boys?"

"Yeah."

Jason and Todd were racing and Jason came out of the water first. Mike had gone back to the tent to get towels for them. Brian told Jason what Mike wanted to do.

"You know I'm game for it any time with you, Dad, with or without an audience," Jason said. "What about you?"

"Hey, I'd fuck that tight ass of yours anywhere," Brian said.

"No, I mean, does he want to fuck you?" Jason asked.

"Yeah."

"Are you going to let him?" Jason asked.

"You want me to, don't you?"

"I think it'd be hot as hell, watching my dad take a thirteen-inch-cock, like I did," Jason said.

"I don't know, maybe I'll let him, but I want to see his own son take him first," Brian said.

"Todd said he wants his dad to fuck him, all the way, like he did me, but he's scared. But he wants to do it because I did."

"Todd looks up to you," Brian said. "Probably even more, now. You just raised the bar for him."

"You don't have to do it, Dad, just because I did; you don't have to prove anything to me," Jason said.

"If I do it, it won't be to prove anything," Brian assured him.

Mike returned with the towels. He tossed one to Brian and held the other one out to wrap it around Jason. Brian did the same, wrapped it around Todd and dried him off. Mike held Jason in close and tight, even after he was dried off. "I think I'm gonna haul your cute little butt back to the tent and fuck it till sun-up," he told him.

"I think Todd wants to try it first," Jason said.

Brian felt another pang of jealousy, the way Mike was being so possessive with Jason.

"How will we know if the sun's up if we're in the tent?" Todd asked. "Why don't we do it outside?"

"He's got a point," Brian said. "I'll bring the sleeping bag out here."

They spread the sleeping bag out over the thick grass and lay down together. The warm night breeze wafted over their naked bodies. Mike rolled over on top of Todd and began humping between his thighs.

"I guess you're ready for this," he said.

"Yes, sir, I think I am," the boy said.

Mike wasted no time. It wasn't about being easy or fatherly with his boy, it was about the sex, pure and simple, about showing Brian what they had between them.....giving the boy a chance to prove his own manhood by taking his dad's huge cock. When he said he wanted to fuck him that's all he meant; there was no emotion in it. In no time, he had the boy's legs bent up over his head, exposing his butt. He spat in it then leaned down to tongue the boy's ass and work the spit in. He ate him for several minutes and left another mouthful of spit in his hole. "Hold your legs up," he told him as he spat in his hand and lubed up his cock.

Todd held his legs up and out in anticipation.

"Take it easy with him," Brian said.

Mike looked at him with a scowl then aimed and set the head of his cock in the pool of spit. He worked it through the hole gradually and held still when Todd gasped with the pain of entry. He waited till he was relaxed some then shoved his cock in a little deeper.

"You okay, boy?" Mike asked him.

"Yeah...yeah, just a little...scared, I guess, because you're going all the way this time, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'm going all the way," Mike said.

Jason reached over and squeezed Todd's hand. "You can handle it," he said.

"Yeah, I know," the boy said nervously. "I saw the way you did."

"It'll be easier if I just shove it in," Mike said.

"Geezuss, man..." Brian started, but cut himself off at Mike's scowl. Watching Mike's big cock disappear into his son's ass, along with holding his own son's cock in his hand, made Brian hot as hell. He leaned down and took Jason's cock in his mouth.

"Hey, you're supposed to fuck him, not suck him," Mike said.

Brian ignored him and went on sucking Jason's cock. He let the spit, the thick stuff from deep in his throat, run out of his mouth and down around his balls where he caught it and worked it into the boy's ass. He was already relaxed and loose; all he needed was the lube. It was Jason who urged him over on top of him to let him know he was ready. Meanwhile, next to them, Todd was uttering tiny, gasping moans as his dad plowed his cock deeper and deeper into his body. He didn't seem to be as gentle with his own son as he had with Jason. Brian looked down and there was at least six more inches to go. He hoped Mike didn't hurt the boy. He wasn't sure he could stand by and let that happen, even if Todd was Mike's son.

"Ohhh, Ohhhh, Daaddd, Stop!" Todd gasped through clenched teeth.

Mike paused and glanced down. "You've taken more than this a lot of times,"

he said, in a reprimanding tone.

"It's so big! God, it feels like you're punching my lung with it already."

Mike inched in a little deeper.

"AAwwhhhhhhh!" the boy cried out again.

Brian reached over and touched Mike's shoulder. "Don't hurt him."

"The pain is part of it," Mike said sternly. "You think I wanta hurt my own kid? I won't hurt him any more than it has to." And with that, he eased more of his cock through the boy's hole.

Todd didn't cry out this time. He clenched his teeth in determination, but there was fear and panic in his eyes. Mike shoved in deeper.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh, you're going to deep; it's hitting something, Dad!"

Brian reached out again, this time wrapping his hand tightly around Mike's arm. "Hey, fuck me instead; give the boy a break," he said.

Mike paused and looked around at him with a surly grin--almost a victorious grin. "I intend to, if you're man enough to handle me," he said.

"I'm man enough to take anything you can dish out," Brian said. "Just don't hurt your kid."

Mike looked down at his son. "Look, son, it's like going swimming in a cold lake. It's better if you just jump in like a man and get used to it, instead of wading in like a pussy." And with that, he shoved the rest of his cock, about three more inches, into his son's ass and clasped his hand over the boy's mouth to stifle his scream.

"Goddamit!" Brian swore, but when his muscles tensed, Jason wrapped his legs tightly around him to hold him in place.

Mike held his cock lodged deep in his boy's ass while he screamed with pain that was muffled with his hand. When he began to quiet down, he took his hand away.

"Ohhhh.....Ohhh, Dad, it's so deep! Godd, it still hurts. I don't wanta be a pussy but I can't do it.....I'm not the man Jason is, Dad."

"I think you are," Mike said. "Just this one time," he said in a soothing tone that was more mocking than sincere. "Remember how it hurt the first time I fucked you? Well, for part of you, way in deep, this is the first time. You're virgin deep inside, it's supposed to hurt. Just hang in there, it'll start feeling better in a couple of minutes." He didn't wait for the boy's response. He simply started fucking him--full out and full back in. Slow, even gentle, but deep, all the way into the virgin territory.

Todd cried out with each thrust inward, begging his dad to stop. Mike didn't bother to put his hand over his mouth. He told him to yell as loud as he wanted to, let it out, it would make it easier.

Brian was getting pissed as hell. He was about to knock Mike out of the saddle. He gauged the man's thrusts, ready to light into him on the pull-pack. But there was a perverted excitement, hearing the boy yell and scream from getting fucked. And he was Mike's son. He had no right to interfere. Then, after a couple of minutes, Todd began to quiet down. Then he started to moan softly.

"There, that's feeling better ain't it?" Mike cooed. "Feeling downright good."

"Y-yessss," Todd hissed. "Aw, Dad, thanks for not listening to me," he moaned. "Ohhhh, I know what Jason was feeling now. Ohhhh, yeah, fuck me, Dad, fuck me real deep. OOOhhhhhh! I can take it, Dad."

Brian was thankful that he hadn't interfered. His own cock throbbed and bolted inside Jason's hot ass, so hard it ached, from listening to Todd.

"Yeah, fuck me, dad," Jason said.

In the night, Brian left the others sleeping and went down to the creek for a swim. It was a beautiful night, and he wished he'd awakened Jason to come with him. Part of him wished that they were alone on the camping trip, but there was still an undeniable excitement about having Mike and Todd along. Despite what he thought of the man, he had a certain magnetism about him. He glanced around at the sound of someone coming. He couldn't tell who it was till the silhouette was closer to the creek bank. It was Mike.

"How's the water?"

"Great. You coming in?" Brian said.

"Yeah."

"Don't dive," Brian warned him. He watched Mike wade out into the water, his big, rubbery cock swinging out between his legs nearly to his knees. Brian felt a twinge of fearful excitement, and even envy of the two boys who had been on the receiving end of the huge cock. Mike dove under and swam away, hard against the current, as if everything he did was to prove something. Brian wondered if he could out-swim him. Not that it was important, he just wondered.

"You've got a great son," Mike told him. "Jason's a great kid."

"Thanks. So is Todd."

"You think I was too hard on him," Mike said.

"Truth is, I was ready to knock you out of the saddle," Brian said.

Mike laughed. "I'm glad you didn't."

"So am I. A couple of minutes later he was begging you for it."

"I knew he would be," Mike said. "He wanted to take me real bad after he saw how well Jason did it. Todd's a little more timid than Jason. But I know him. I knew he wasn't about to chicken out in front of you guys."

Brian laughed. "I wouldn't have called it chickening out, I'd call it common sense," he said. "The better part of valor."

"You said you could handle anything I could dish out," Brian reminded him.

"Yeah, I said that."

"You ready to back that up?" Mike asked cockily.

"If you brought the lube," Brian said.

"No, in the tent is where I want you," Mike said. "I wanta fuck you in front of the boys, show them how a real man handles a real man."

"You want my son to see his old man suffering through getting fucked by a thirteen-inch cock," Brian said.

"Yeah. That, too," Mike said. "You ready to go back? If you're up to it, that is."

Brian found himself following the big man out of the creek, going with him back to the tent. He was doing it again; letting Mike take charge, succumbing to his demands. The boys were awake.

"You guys go for a swim?" Todd asked.

"You should've woke us up," Jason said.

"We can all go again, later," Mike said. "Right now, you're gonna get to see your old man get his ass fucked."

Jason blinked, looking at his dad. Brian hoped he looked brave to the boy. Inside he felt like a wimp, but he was between a rock and hell. He could defy Mike, tell him he wasn't going to let him fuck him but it would look like fear more than defiance. He had no choice but to submit and take it like he said he could...like a man. It had become a matter of honor. Mike wasn't wasting any time. He had the tube uncapped and was lubing up his cock even as it was getting hard. He tossed the tube to Todd.

"Here, son, lube up Brian's ass for me." Then he asked Brian, "How do you want it, on your belly, or your back like a woman, or maybe you like it on your hands and knees, like a dog or a mare in heat?"

The way Mike phrased it angered Brian, belittling him in front of Jason. No matter what he said, he was succumbing to the man's humiliating remarks. Brian was even afraid to make a choice. However he said he wanted it would sound like he was afraid of the other positions. "It's your call,"

he told Mike.

"Stretch out on your stomach," Brian said. "You've got a terrific butt, I wanta see it spreading apart around my cock, and feel those tight muscles in my hands while I fuck you."

Despite the humiliating remarks, Brian couldn't help the shivers of excitement from the man telling him what to do. He stretched out on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and let the teenager probe his asshole with the lube.

"He's ready, Dad," Todd said.

"Ready as he'll ever be," Mike said with a husky laugh.

Mike got between his legs and pushed his legs wider with his knees. Brian tried to brace himself but he knew deep down that there was no way he could prepare himself for the onslaught of the biggest cock he' d ever seen. He glanced over his shoulder to see Mike working both fists up and down the hard shaft and he looked away. It was better that he didn't see what was going to be buried in his ass. He could feel Jason's eyes on him but he didn't look at him. He was afraid the boy would see the fear in his eyes. He felt the heat of Mike's cockhead against his butt and he closed his eyes.

"Try to relax `em for me," Mike said. "Hey, Jason maybe you wanta walk your old man through it."

Jason lay closer, on his back so he was looking up at his dad. Brian didn't want him there till he glanced down into his son's eyes and saw nothing but admiration in the boy's smile.

"You're gonna like it, dad," Jason told him.

"I hope so," Brian joked. He was jolted then by Mike's big cockhead being pushed through his asshole. He stifled the gasp but his mouth was open at the ready and he looked away from Jason so he couldn't see his pain.

"Hurts like hell, don't it?" Jason said. "The head is so damned big. But give it a minute, it'll start feeling good."

Brian knew everything his son was telling him was true but he wished he wouldn't. He didn't like him talking to him like he was a simpering virgin. Mike drove his cock deeper. He could feel it plowing through the folds of his ass, a little easier now that the pain of entry was wearing off. Deeper...deeper...ohhhh, Shit, how much deeper?

"OOhhnnnn," he moaned suddenly when the blunt head ran up against something.

"Feels like we struck a barrier," Mike said. He twisted his hips around and drove his cock past it. "There.....I'm around it." And he shoved deeper.

Brian didn't know exactly at what point Mike passed into virgin territory where Jason had never reached but he knew, when he felt the man's hairy belly smashing against his butt, that he was there, in deep where probably no other man would ever penetrate again.

"OOOhhhhhhh," he moaned as Mike twisted his hips around, making his cock lob around inside him. "Fuck, Jase, you dad's got a hot ass."

"Do you feel it, dad?" Jason asked eagerly. "Are you feeling it in there deep where it feels like it's nowhere?"

Brian nodded, unable to speak from the lust that had quickly overpowered him. "Ohhh, Ohhhh....Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, Yessss, Son, I feel it!" he cried softly as Mike gave him several short jabs.

"Yeah, I think he's feeling it," Mike said, laughing, to Jason. "Ready for me to fuck you, Dad?" he asked Brian. Brian nodded and the big man started fucking him. Slow and easy and gentle at first, using only part of his cock. As he picked up some momentum he wasn't so easy with it, and he started using all of his cock. Great thrusts that lasted an incredibly long time from start to finish.

"Ohh! My Godddd! Ohh! Ohh! Awwhhh! Aawwuuuhhh!" Brian groaned as the huge cock plowed in and of him. He clawed at the sleeping bag and gritted his teeth beneath his curled lips.

"Boy, Dad, I can tell you're feeling it now," Jason said. Detecting the pride in his son's voice, Brian let himself enjoy it, as Jason wanted him to.

"That feeling pretty good, dad?" Mike asked him.

"Yeah! Yeah, it's feeling fine," Brian gasped.

"Hang on. I'm gonna kick it up a notch and make you really enjoy it....give you something to moan about."

Brian learned in the next moments what an expert cocksman Mike was. He pulled out completely and probed back and forth through his gaping, clenching hole with just the head. It pulled and stretched his asshole unmercifully. Then he drove in hard and deep.

"AAAAwwhhhh!" Brian cried.

"That hurt?"

"No! No, fuck, no....shit, Mike...." Mike laughed and did it all over again, except he twisted his hips around in circles causing his cock to cork-screw down into Brian's hole. "Ohh...ohhhh....ohhh, Geezusss...Oh, Shit, Mike, what're you doing to me!"

"That feels great, doesn't it, Dad, when he corkscrews you like that?"

Jason said.

"Yesss...Oh yes, I see what you meant, Son." Very soon, Brian felt himself loosing complete control, letting Mike take total control over him, and to make it worse, he didn't care. He wanted the big stud to take over, take him in every way he wanted. He couldn't understand that he wanted to be totally submissive to the man; he had never felt this way toward any man before. Mike was an expert at detecting when Brian was getting close and each time he would ease off till he had it under control then he would fuck him into madness again. Brian's moans were half-whimpering now, and his eyes were tearing up from the way the man was using his phenomenal cock on him. At one point, Brian whispered to his son, "My god, Son...I don't think I can take much more of this...it's so good."

Jason only smiled, happy that his dad was feeling such pleasure as he had felt on the receiving end of the huge cock.

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

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

If it was humiliating, Brian didn't care. He was being consumed with lust for the big man and his incredible cock. He couldn't get enough. Not enough strokes, not enough cock. He wished Mike was fifteen inches long. His brain was hot with lust, his senses seared so that his brain was rendered useless for thinking. His total being was centered on Mike's hot cock, his senses clinging to the throbbing meat and he let himself be consumed by his lust. He was constantly on the verge of comming yet it wouldn't come. If only Mike would fuck him harder....if only he had more cock...if only...

"Ohh, fuck me," he cried softly. "Fuck me, you big horse...Goddd, Mike....fuck my eyeballs out!"

"Yeah, I'm gonna turn that tight ass of yours to mush," Mike said, laughing. "Your boy ain't gonna recognize it when he shoves his cock in next time."

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

"Hey, I've got an idea," Mike said as he stopped thrusting and pulled his cock back. When his cock popped free he smacked Brian on the butt. "Let's get a little gang-bang going. Todd, slide back under Brian, onto his cock."

Todd positioned himself on his hands knees under Brian and worked the older man's cock into his ass.

"Now, Jason, you slide back under Todd, onto his cock," Mike said.

Jason quickly took the position in front of Todd and carefully worked the bulbous head of his cock through his ass.

"Okay, now I'm gonna fuck all three of you," Mike said. With that, he hunkered forward and shoved his cock back into Brian's still gaping asshole. When he was balls deep he paused and reached up across Brian to clasp his hands around his own son's shoulders and pulled him back tightly into position. "Fuck, this is hot, the four of us locked together like this," he said.

"OOOhhhhh!" Brian cried softly as he adjusted himself to the huge bat again, and a louder groan escaped his lips as young Todd began to fuck back onto his cock. I'm going to go crazy, he thought as Mike began fucking him; he's going to fuck me right out of my mind!

."Ohh, Dad!" Todd whimpered as his dad drove into Brian. "Ohh, it feels like you're fucking me, too, when you drive so deep into Jason's dad!"

"Fuck, me too!" Jason groaned. "Ohh...Ohh...Awwhhh, yeah...I can feel it when you shove into my dad!"

As Mike plowed into his ass like a stallion, Brian gradually shrugged off his attitude toward the guy, forgot the little humiliations that had brought him to this point and accepted the feeling that he was inferior to the big stud; that he needed to be subordinate to him. None of it mattered; he was right where he needed to be.

It was a hard, wild fuck. Sweat poured off Mike's glistening muscles, dripping on Brian's back. He used is giant cock like a pile driver, driving his strokes so hard that he gradually fucked them all across the floor of the tent till Jason's head and shoulders were pressing against the canvas. Brian gave up any semblance of manhood; he was simply in position, on his hands and knees, being used solely for Mike's pleasure. He wasn't even really fucking Todd. The boy was simply on the receiving end of his dad's thrusting manhood, with Brian acting as the muscle cushion between them. The humiliation was complete, and Brian was satisfied.

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

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

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

"Yes, do it," Todd whispered over his shoulder to Brian. "I want you to feel what it's like to cum with my dad's big cock inside you. He can do it. He can make you go off, and when he does, I know you're gonna make me go off."

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

"Getting close yet?" Mike asked him. "You boys getting close?"

"I've been so close the whole time, I wanta scream," Jason said.

"Me, too, Dad," Todd said. "I know my balls are going to burst when you make Jason's dad go off."

"How about you, Brian?" Mike asked.

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

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

"Oh, Goddd!" Brian gasped tossing his head back in pained ecstasy. "Geezuss, Son!" he cried out to his boy

"Yeah, let it go, Dad," Jason encouraged him from the front of the fuck line.

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

The thought that he hadn't wanted Mike to come inside him was so far in the back of his mind that he couldn't reach it. His lust had buried it, along with the remnants of his manhood. He wanted the big stud to cum in him. He wanted to feel that huge horse cock belching out thick ropes of hot cum deep in his ass....he wanted to know what it was like to be had by a stallion. Then suddenly it was happening. He felt the sudden lurch and violent throbbing deep inside his ass then the sensation of liquid heat flooding his insides. It felt like a hose had been turned on, belching out great ropes of semen.

"Ohhh, I can feel it!" Brian cried.

Mike's climax triggered Brian's and within a moment was giving young Todd his load deep in his ass. It was followed by Jason tossing his head back to the exquisite pleasure of Todd shooting his load in his ass. It all happened so fast and so intensely that Brian couldn't grasp all of the pleasure and where it was coming from. He only knew that he had been fucked like no other time in his life, and the pleasure was indescribable. Todd's muscular ass squeezed and milked his come out of his cock. Mike hovered over him then eased his weight down against him, pressing him onto Todd's sweaty body and Todd pushed Jason down into the sleeping bag. Mike's hard, thick pecs bore wonderfully against Brian's back.

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

They lay stacked one on top of the other for a few moments, then the all rolled over onto their sides to catch their breath. Brian's animosity waned for a while. He didn't' like it that he found himself sort of liking Mike, more than being used by him, even though he knew he had been used. He tried to make it matter, but he was so totally content lying with the man's muscular arm thrown over his chest that he couldn't make it matter.

They slept, and it was drawing on to morning when the four of them came awake once more. They were separated, cocks from asses, but lay in a tangle of muscle.

"Anybody for a swim before breakfast?" Mike asked sleepily as he disentangled himself from Brian and Todd.

"Somebody's going to have to carry me," Brian joked. Again, he gave Mike an opening to dominate him even more. As they were coming out of the tent, Mike ducked his shoulder into Brian's midsection and hefted him onto his shoulder and carried him to the creek. The boys laughed and applauded, and Brian could only laugh with them.

Brian felt an exuberance and contentment that he'd never felt before, not even with Jason, and his feelings toward Mike were changing a little. He still felt a sense of inferiority but he was confident that it didn't show. They swam for a half hour or so then Brian headed for shore.

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

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

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

"Come on, guys, there's plenty of sausage for all of you," Mike said.

God, he was such a braggart! But there was such sensuality in his bragging that Brian couldn't help but want him. He could see that the boys weren't turned off by him either.

"Sausage, meat balls, and if you work on it real yard, there's hot, fresh gravy," Mike went on as he slapped his thick cock hard against his palm.

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

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

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

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

Again, Brian felt the painful pleasure of submission as he walked back into the water and went to his knees between the two teenagers. Mike was right, there was plenty of cock to go around, and in the end, plenty of hot gravy. And Brian found himself opening his mouth like a hungry bird for his load that he shared with the two boys. There was plenty to go around. But once wasn't enough. A quick, hard swim rejuvenated Mike and he rose up out of the cool water with yet another monstrous hardon.

"Dam, Dad, that's supposed to go down in the cold water," Todd chided him.

"Only one thing is gong to make this big fucker go down," Mike said, fisting his huge cock with both hands. He was looking at Brian. "You up for another ride?" he asked.

Brian eyed the big cock. He was and he wasn't up for it. He hated to submit again, and that's exactly what it would be if he let Mike fuck him again. But his body rebelled; his eyes fixed on the magnificent eye candy and his asshole twitched and his insides undulated with anticipation of being plowed once more by the big cock. Mike was wading through the water towards him.

"Yeah, I guess I am," he replied. He met him part way and Mike wasted no time turning him around and bending him over. The two boys moved in closer to watch the impalement.

The camping trip was deemed a success except for the misgivings Brian still had about himself. Letting Mike fuck him seemed even more like submission simply because of the way Mike took him the second time. Brian was determined to take him like a real man, all the way and every way he wanted to dish it out. The guy was one hell of a cocksman. He dam near fucked his brains out and in the middle of it, getting fucked standing out in the water, Brian was crying out and begging him to fuck him harder and deeper. Afterwards, again, despite the intense pleasure, he felt less of a man.

Back home, he and Jason were putting their camping gear away and Jason noticed that his dad was quiet.

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

"Something like that," Brian said.

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

"He did that," Brian admitted. "He knows how to use that cock."

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

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

"I don't know what you want me to say, dad."

"Just say you're not ashamed of me," Brian said.

"I'm not ashamed of you. Hell, why should I be? It wasn't a love match or a competition. It was all about having fun, Dad, and it was damned good sex. We finally found someone to team up with that shares our interests. Can't you leave it at that?"

Brad hugged Jason by the shoulder, laughing. "If you can, I guess I can,"

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

"I wasn't trying to step into your role, Dad. I could never fill your shoes. I just want you to know that you're still my hero. Maybe even more of a hero after the way you handled big Mike."

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

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

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

"Do you wanta try me?" Jason asked, flexing his muscles.

"Yeah," Brian said cockily.

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

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

he said.

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

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

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

"And you're going to let me?"

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

"I'm not going to be gentle, Dad," Jason warned as he lifted his dad's legs up and shoved them against his chest. "After seeing the way you took Mike's big horsecock, I'm gonna fuck you hard."

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

"Still think you can handle it?" Jason asked as he began pounding his dad with his cock.

"Geezuss, son! Have some pity on your old dad."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah. Why?" Brian said.

"Maybe we can arrange another get-together," Jason said.

"I was wondering if you'd want to do that," Brian said.

"I was afraid you wouldn't, the way you seem to feel about Mike," said Jason.

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

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

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

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

"Nobody can be like us," Brian said.

"Yeah, you're right," Jason agreed.

"A long time ago you asked me if what we're doing is wrong," Brian said.

"Do you still have any doubts?"

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

"OHhh....Goddd, no! Geezuss, boy, who taught you how to fuck!"

"I'm laying on him," Jason said.

Brian was half dreading going to the gym and seeing Mike. He couldn't get over the feelings of inferiority. But he would be there, probably with Todd, and he would have to be cordial, even friendly. Mike was already there, pumping out dumbbell presses with mammoth dumbbells, his shoulders and triceps bulging under the strain, and his big, thick pecs hardening on the upward motion.

"Hey, I was wondering if you guys were going to make it," he greeted them as he set the dumbbells on the floor. "Thought I might've wore you down."

"You're the one who should be worn out," Jason said.

Brian noticed the way the boy was eyeing the muscular stud; hell, he was lusting after him, and it bothered him a little.

"Where's Todd?" Brian asked.

"He just finished up. He's in the shower," Mike said. "I'm almost finished myself."

"I'm going to go change into my workout clothes," Jason said.

When they were alone, Brian sat on the end of the bench while Mike pace around it, getting ready for his next set.

"Something I wanta talk to you about," Brian began.

"Shoot."

"Can we go someplace when you're done?"

"Sure, but aren't you going to work out?"

"It can wait," Brian said. "Leave Todd back with Jason."

"Sure."

Brian messed around with the weights while Mike showered and got dressed then they left the boys and walked the two blocks down to a coffee shop. A college age boy brought their coffee to the table. Mike grabbed him by the arm, up around his impressive bicep.

"Listen, Hunk, when you walk back behind the counter, give a little more sway to those shoulders and a little more twist to those tight buns and you'll double your tips."

The youth turned red with embarrassment and walked off. They both watched him, and Brian could've sworn that the kid did just what Mike told him to do. Dam, he could dominate anybody. Mike took a sip of coffee and settled back in the booth.

"So, what's this all about?" he asked.

"It's about Todd."

"Yeah? What about him?"

"He's intimidated by you."

"I know that," Mike said.

"I think you enjoy it," Brian said.

"I think he does, too," Mike said.

"If he does, its because he thinks he has to, to please you."

"And why would you be concerned about something that doesn't really concern you?" Mike asked with an arched brow.

"Maybe it shouldn't concern me, but I we like Todd, and I just thought you might do him a big favor."

"Like what?"

"Because of your size, he thinks he's abnormally small."

"Fucking around with that boy of yours, the way he's hung, probably makes him feel a little inferior, too. I can't help that. I don't know how he missed out on the important genes I had to offer him."

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the genes are just laying dormant."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mike asked with a frown.

"They make male enhancement pills and patches. Why don't you get him some of both. A double whammy might kick start those genes you're so proud of."

Mike looked at him, almost a blank stare, as if he were rendered speechless. He didn't say anything for a moment.

"Fuckin' selfish bastard," he said finally.

"What?"

"Not you. Me," Mike said. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Well, its out there it'd be worth a try."

"Fuck yes, it's worth a try!" Mike said excitedly. "Hell, I'll get right on it!"

"There's one more thing," Brian said.

Mike waited.

"Hearing Jason talk, you and Todd are as happy as we are that we discovered each other to team up."

"Its all Todd talks about; that and Jason. He really likes Jason."

"Well, the camping trip was pretty phenomenal," Brian went on. "But it can't be like that all the time."

"What do you mean, like that?"

"Jason and I, especially me, aren't going to be your slaves."

"Hey, I know I come across strong at times, but I never intended..."

"You don't just come across strong, you come across as aggressively domineering. I don't mind the aggressive part but I'm not going to dominated all the time."

"All right. Sorry. I thought you were playing the part," Mike said.

"In all fairness, maybe I was. I admit, when you got me going, I was ready to let you do anything. I was your slave, and I don't like admitting that I enjoyed it."

"Then what's the problem?" Mike asked.

"Well, it occurred to me when we got back that of the four of us, you were the only one who didn't get his ass fucked; and you fucked the other three of us."

"I didn't' hear anybody complaining," Mike said cockily.

"I told you, I enjoyed it; I couldn't help it. But I don't like what I see in myself afterwards."

"What're you saying?"

"I'm saying it's four ways, all ways," Brian said.

"I've never been fucked," Mike said.

"I figured that. There's a first time for everything."

"Not for that," Mike said sternly.

"Okay. It's your call," Brian said as he started to stand up. "It was fund while it lasted."

"Wait a minute," Mike said, grabbing Brian's wrist but then letting go of it. "Come on, you're not going to just walk away from this. It could be years, or never, before either of us finds another dad and son team." He looked all around to see if anybody was in ear shot then leaned across the table. "Think about it, buddy, there's thirteen inches of man meat curled up down here in my shorts; don't tell me you're going to walk about from that. It'll be years, maybe never, before you find another one like it."

"Could be," Brian said with a shrug.

"Your boy, Jason...he'll come running if I say so," Mike warned.

"Not as long as he's living in my house," Brian said.

Mike looked around again, then down at the table. "Okay, what do you want?"

"I told you, its four ways, all ways."

Mike thought about it for a long moment. Then he looked back up, nodding. "Okay," he said quietly. He sighed, almost in defeat. "Okay, I'll do it. When?"

"We pick up the boys at the gym and go to my house," Brian said.

"Do we have to have the boys around? The first time, I mean?"

"You wouldn't wimp out, would you?" Brian chided him.

"No. Done. Let's go."

They walked back to the gym to get the Todd and Jason. Todd had gone back out on the floor to work out some more with Jason. They didn't tell the boys what was going down but told them that should skip their showers; they could shower at home. Mike hadn't showered after his workout either so upon arriving home, he and the boys went to shower while Brian, who hadn't worked out, prepared for the big event. He stripped down then laid out the lube and cock rings and straps and some nipple cups; he wanted to make this something big Mike would never forget. He put on one of the cockrings and as an afterthought he laid out a bottle of poppers. He and Jason seldom used them but he wanted Mike to sail through this experience of losing his virginity.

The three came out of the bathroom, naked and damp; Mike still wet. There had obviously been some jacking around in the showers from the looks of their three fluffed up cocks. Brian saw the way Mike was eyeing his cock; dubious to be sure, maybe even a little scared. He liked that. He liked the idea that maybe he could turn the tables and intimidate the big stud. Todd picked up one of the cockstraps.

"Here, I'll show you how to put it on," Jason said. He wrapped the strap under Todd's balls and snapped it around his cock.

"That feels good," Todd said.

"It's gonna feel like your balls are going to burst wide open when you come," Jason said.

"Here, Dad, you try one," Todd said, as he walked over and put the other strap around his dad's cock and balls.

"Hey, Jason, put the tit cups on Mike," Brian said.

Jason took the yellow cups, licked them and stuck them over Mike's tits.

"What are these going to do for me?" Mike asked, tugging on the cups.

"Hhmm, feels good already."

"Just wait," Jason said.

"Nothing like a bout of hard, hot sex after a workout," Mike said with great bravado. It sounded like he was trying to cover his anxiety.

"Yeah, the workout gets the testosterone pumping," Brian said as he laid back crossways on the bed. The two boys must've thought something different was going on, the way they sort of stood back, watching their dads. "You ready, Mike?" Brian asked as he pulled his cock to its final surge of hardness.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Mike said as he stepped up on the bed, astraddle Brian's hips.

"You'd better use some lube," Brian said.

"Spit's fine," Mike said as he spat in his hand and bent down to slick up Brian's cock.

"Dad!!" Todd exclaimed, practically yelling with surprise as his dad started to lower himself. "Are you going to let him fuck you?"

"Yeah, I'm getting tired of being the only virgin in the group. It's embarrassing," Mike said as he squatted down, his butt poised directly over Brian's throbbing cock. He was about to sit on the head when Brian stopped him.

"Wait," he said, with his hands on Mike's thighs. "Maybe it ought to be you and Todd. Let him take your cherry."

"New, he wouldn't even feel me," Todd said. "He needs a man's cock to bust his cherry."

"Are you sure, Son?" Mike asked. "I would be proud to have you bust my cherry for me."

"No, Dad. You're a man who needs a man. Let Brian do it," the boy said. "We'll have our time later, plenty of times, won't we?"

"Dam right," Mike said. He repositioned himself so Brian's cock was pushing against his hole.

"Don't kill yourself," Brian told him.

Mike began to let his weight down. He winced a little as his hole was stretched to the bursting point, but his son didn't see it. His legs were shaking and he pressed his arms against his thighs to control them and keep himself from plunging down on the big cock.

"Fucker's thick," he mumbled.

"Yeah," Brian agreed.

He wriggled his butt around, trying to stretch his hole, his face a mask of fearful determination.

"Fuck it," he growled softly, and let his weight down. The bulbous head plunged through and he rode down several inches on the shaft before checked his entry. His head snapped back in excruciating pain but no sound came out. Finally, he was unable to maintain control, his legs gave out and he sat down on Brian's cock.

"Fuck!!" he swore through clenched teeth.

"Yeah, I know it hurts, Dad, especially the first time," Todd said.

"It's supposed to hurt," Mike growled.

He sat firm on Brian's loins till he was able to breath normally then shifted his butt around, testing the position. His face seemed relieved and he began lifting up and down, going a little higher each time, till finally, he was using Brian's cock full throttle, riding it all the way up and all the way down.

"Fuck!" he said again, this time more of a moan of surprised pleasure.

"Shit! Man, that ain't bad." His cock, which had turned to rubber when he was penetrating his ass, had lifted back up to hard steel, sticking way out over Brian's chest. He stroked it several times, squeezing ball juice out, and raised up so Brian could lick it off.

"Hey, boys, how about getting down here and working on this pole for me,"

he told Jason and Todd.

The boys scrambled across the bed on either side of him and began licking and taking turns sucking his cock. All traces of pain had vanished from Mike's face and his expression was one of unbelievable pleasure, his head lolling on his neck and his eyes fluttering.

"Fuck, wish I'd done this sooner," he moaned as he fucked himself with Brian's thick cock. Soon he was riding hard, in a steady rhythm, like he was busting a wild bronc. "Uhhnn...Uhh...Ohhh...Ohhh..UUUhhnnn," he groaned as he drove the big cock up into his ass like a pile driver. "Shit! This is good! Suck that big fucker, boys."

Suddenly it dawned on Brian that Mike was in charge again. He had never relinquished control, even as he was impaling himself on his cock.

Fuck, he's using me again! He's using all of us!

The End

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Posted: 03/14/08