Chapter 1

During the summer between my Junior and Senior year of college, I had a three month internship at a local manufacturing plant, where I basically did nothing except watch the goings on for three months and then was expected to write a report on my observations and comment on anything I thought could be improved upon.

While I was there, I made friends with a guy named Steven who worked there. Steven was seven years older than I was, but looked very young for his age. In fact every time we went out to a bar, he would always get asked for his ID while I rarely got asked for mine.

Steven was a sweet guy, good looking with blonde hair, blue eyes and a baby face. At 27, he looked more like 16. He was already married with two kids. He had had his first son John at 18 and Steven Jr. came along three years later. After work, we'd usually go off to the local bar, have a few drinks and then back to my apartment and have a few more drinks, smoke some weed and listen to music or watch TV. Steven was one of those guys who just oozed sexuality, always talking about fucking, and all of his sexual exploits. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly monogamous with his wife.

Steven also liked to drink, probably more than he should have, but he was a happy drunk and would get very silly and horny when he drank and then would eventually pass out. He spent many a night on my sofa. On one particular drunken night at my apartment, he started to tell me about an old Auntie of his who use to molest him when he was a young boy. He described how she would strip him and bathe him, always playing with his little boy cock and how she would soap up her fingers and gently insert one into his anus while bathing him, all the while playing with his little cock.

He said this went on for several years and the sex became more intense with her bringing him into her bed and sucking his boy cock for long periods of time. He described how she'd make him sit on her face while she kissed and licked his butt and butthole, finally culminating with her pulling him on top of her and guiding his little boy cock into her pussy and telling him to hump up and down until she screamed in orgasm.

During this story telling session that night, he was becoming obviously aroused by his reminiscence, and quite frankly, so was I. Half way through telling me this story he had one hand in his crotch and was massaging an obvious erection. I was trying to hide mine but at one point he asked me, if I had a boner and if his story had turned me on. I embarrassedly said yes. He laughed and said it's ok and that he sometimes would masturbate thinking about it. I asked him how old he was when all of this happened and he said he was around ten or so but couldn't be sure. He said his mother worked late as a nurse and his father had died when he was only three, so the Auntie, (his father's sister) would babysit him at her house until his mother came to pick him up after she finished work.

Several weeks after the erotic story telling session, we did our usual routine of going to the local bar and having a few drinks after work. As we were leaving, he said instead of going to my place as we usually did, he needed to drive to his mother's house and pick up his two boys. He said his wife had gone out of town to visit her family and the boys were at his mother's house waiting for him to pick them up and take them home. He said we could drink and hang out at his house as the wife was away. I had never met her and he rarely talked about her so I was beginning to suspect that she didn't approve of his drinking or weed smoking and with all of the sexual exploits he had told me about that perhaps their marriage wasn't exactly a happy one.

We got into his car and drove off. We arrived at his mother's house and he told me to wait in the car and he'd go and get the boys. He came out a few minutes later holding hands with both of his boys. It was the middle of summer and they were both dressed in short shorts and tee-shirts and both looked adorable. Once in the car, he introduced me to them. I was sitting in the passenger seat and the boys were in the backseat. I turned around and said hello, giving both of them a once over.

Steven Jr. looked just like his father, with a mop of blond hair and the exact same baby face. John had darker hair and a different, more angular shape to his face. I thought he must take after his mother. We drove the short distance to his house and we all got out of the car and went inside. The house was hot as hell and unlike my apartment, there was no air conditioning. Steven apologized for the heat, turned on the ceiling fans and opened all the windows in the living room. I sat down on the sofa and he told the boys to go and get ready for bed and then went into the kitchen and I could hear him making drinks.

He came back with two highball glasses with lots of ice and most likely vodka and cranberry juice. He said to make myself at home, put on the TV and he was going to change. When he came back to the living room, he was wearing a "wife beater" tee-shirt and tighty-whities. I must admit, he had a nice build, and completely hairless legs. The other thing I noticed was a rather large bulge in his white underwear. I begin to suspect he was "very large" in that department which given all the sex he always talked about, would make sense for him to be well endowed.

We sat on the sofa, drinking our drinks and I was dying of the heat. He noticed me sweating like a stuffed pig and said that if I wanted to strip down, it was fine. I thought about it for a few seconds and the heat finally got the better of me and I took off my shoes, socks, shirt and pants, leaving me in just a pair of white briefs. He gave me a once over and laughed a bit about how I needed to get out in the sun more, as my skin was as white as a ghost.

After a few minutes of watching TV, he got up and went down the hall into his bedroom. He came back a few minutes later with a freshly rolled joint. He sat down next to me on the sofa and lit it, took a long drag and passed it to me. I took a big hit, started to cough and passed it back to him. We repeated this process several times until we were both buzzing. We both slumped back into the sofa and zoned out watching the TV.

Some time went by and I noticed Steven was drifting off. At the same time, John, his older boy who I guessed to be around eight or nine years old came into the living room. He was wearing a long white tee-shirt which looked like a night shirt that came down to his mid thighs. He looked at both of us and asked what that smell was. I said it was one of my imported French cigarettes that I liked to smoke.

John was just standing there looking at his father who by now was passed out and lightly snoring. The sofa was a very large L shaped sofa. Steven had stretched out on the shorter end while I had moved to the other end and had my feet up but was still sitting somewhat upright. I asked John what was wrong and he said he couldn't sleep as it was too hot in his room. I said to him he could sit out here with us for awhile if he liked and he nodded his head and sat down next to me.

Now I got a chance to have a good look at him. He had a nice mop of straight brown hair, amazing green eyes and smooth legs like his father. When he sat down he pulled his knees up to his chest and I could now see his white undies between his smooth, thin legs and the small bulge of his balls. As we sat there, he would shift his gaze between his passed out father, the TV and me. At one point, he kept staring at his dad and I noticed that "dad" had a very obvious erection in his white underwear and the head of his large dick was starting to stick out of the top of the waistband.

John seemed fixated on his father's huge erection peeking out of his undies and as he stared at it, I stretched out so as my feet were now touching his bare right leg. I gave him a slight kick and he snapped out of his gaze and was now looking at me. I gave him a smile and asked him if he was still hot, he said yes and that he was going to go and take a cool shower.

John got up and started to walk towards the bathroom. As he walked away, I noticed he had a rather effeminate wiggle to his walk and the gaydar suddenly went off in my head. Even when he was sitting on the sofa, I noticed he had a certain feminine quality in the way he sat, spoke, moved his hands and his big, beautiful green eyes had a certain, "give away" look about them.

He went into the bathroom, shut the door and I heard the shower start to run. As John had been doing before, I now began to stare at his passed out father on the other side of the sofa and particularly at that huge cock of his which seem to just keep growing and growing inside those white undies of his. There was at least three inches [7.5 cm] of it sticking out of the top of his waistband now and I could see he was uncut and the skin was half covering the head of his dick.

Normally I'm not too attracted to adult men, but the sight of his muscular body and smooth boyish face and skin and that massive cock that just kept growing was beginning to have an effect on my own cock. I got up off the sofa and carefully walked over to Steven, knelt down next to him and got a really close look at that cock of his. His wife beater undershirt had moved up a few inches and I could see his flat, smooth stomach and innie belly button gently moving up and down as he slept.

I wanted to see just how big that monster really was. By now, my own average sized cock had become completely hard in my underwear and I was rubbing it through my undies. I called out his name first just to be sure he was really "lights out" and he didn't flinch, so with that I slowly reached up and pulled the front of his underwear down to have a better look.

My god that thing was huge. By my estimation, 9-10 inches [23-25.5 cm] long. It also looked as fat as it was long and not having a tape measure handy, I gently wrapped my hand around it and was amazed that I could not get my fingers all the way round it. I held it in my hand for a few seconds, in almost an envious manner, imagining all the women who must have lined up waiting for that huge thing to be thrust deep inside of them. He had told me so many sexual escapade stories on our previous drinking nights together that I lost count of how many women he said he had fucked. Looking and holding that giant ramrod of his in my hand, I had no reason to doubt any of those stories.

Suddenly I was shocked back to reality by a soft, boyish voice behind me.

"It's huge, isn't it?"

I let go of Steven's huge dick and quickly turned around, standing there wearing only very small white underwear was John, who was just fresh out of the shower. I went mute for a moment. On the one hand, seeing this gorgeous boy wearing these tiny panty like white undies was making my cock ache and on the other hand I was totally embarrassed by just having been caught playing with this boy's passed out father's cock, while my own cock was making an obvious tent in my own undies.

I said nothing and got up and went back to my spot on the sofa at the other end. John came and sat right next to me, our bare legs touching and he took my left hand into his right hand and fixated on the TV. He sat back and so did I. He was still holding my hand and this felt really nice but I still couldn't speak. My mind was racing but any words that attempted to travel to my tongue quickly vanished before they could exit my mouth, so I just sat there saying nothing and enjoying my hand being held by this beautiful nearly naked, freshly washed boy.

I could feel the heat coming from his little body and his scent was intoxicating. As we watched TV, he had picked up our clasped hands and placed them on his upper thigh, and as time went on, he had slowly moved our joined hands into his underwear covered crotch and I started to feel a hardening little boy cock poking the back of my left hand. When I felt his cocklet, hardening against the back of my hand, my own cock twitched several times.

I kept my eyes glued on the TV as long as I could and finally I couldn't take it any longer and turned my head towards John. His eyes met mine and with his boy cock still pressed against the back of my hand, he leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.

He pulled away slowly and said, "I like you, you're nice."

I said thank you to him and that I liked him too and I hoped that we could be friends. I guess at this point, he felt comfortable enough to address the "elephant in the room" so to speak and he asked me why I was touching his daddy's willy. I said that I had never seen one that big before and that well, I was just curious to see what it felt like. He seemed to accept that answer and went back to watching TV.

A few minutes went by and he was now slowly grinding his hard little boy cock into the back of my hand. My own aching cock was starting to leak and was making a wet spot on the front of my undies.

Out of nowhere, John suddenly said, "Sometimes daddy lets me play with it.

In another reality, I probably would have blown my load right then after hearing those words coming from a sweet boyish voice like that but, I kept the best control over myself as I could and just said, "oh really?"

Then he said almost mischievously, "Sometimes I touch it when he's sleeping too."

Ok that was it; I couldn't just sit there anymore. My cock was leaking, and his hard as a nail boy cock was still rubbing against the back of my left hand.

"Do you want to touch it now?" I asked John.

I told him I wouldn't tell anyone and that I'd just watch.

He thought about it for a second and then said, "Ok."

With that we both got up off the sofa and went over to where his passed out father was and knelt down. I positioned myself directly behind John and watched as his little fingers gently pulled the front of his father's underwear down all the way to his giant balls and hooked the waistband under his scrotum. He wrapped the fingers of both hands around this massive thing and began a slow, stroking massage, his left hand wrapped around the head and his right at the base, almost like one would hold a baseball bat.

As John was gently stroking and massaging his father's big cock, I had moved in close behind him and my now leaking, tenting cock was rubbing against his lower back. I put one of my arms around his little waist and was rubbing it up and down on his tummy while my other hand did a slow descent into those tiny little white undies of his to find his rock hard little boy cock. Like his father, he was uncut and even at full erection; his foreskin completely covered the head and made the "anteater" end which I was rubbing my finger around. He let out a little sigh as I rubbed my fingers all over his boy cock, as he continued to stroke his father's fat cock up and down.

I had slowly slipped his tiny underpants down to mid thigh and was now lowering mine as well. Now my naked, wet and leaking cock was rubbing up against his lower back while one hand was stroking his little boy cock and the other hand was rubbing up and down on his smooth stomach and chest.

As I was grinding myself against this little boy's back and stroking his 3inch [7.5 cm] stiffy, I shoved my nose into his soft hair and took a big whiff. It smelled so good and my cock was leaking again. I had made a giant wet spot on his lower back and was rubbing my cock head all around in the slippery goo.

Suddenly John started to giggle, he was still using both hands on his father's massive cock and I looked over his shoulder to see spurts of hot cum shooting out from his father's cock and dripping down onto John's little fingers. That was it, I couldn't hold it anymore. I pushed John forward so as his face was just inches from his father's cum covered cock and positioned my cock right in between those tiny butt cheeks of his and with a few good humps, was erupting rope after rope of hot cum all over this little boy's back and butt. He was still giggling and tried to wiggle away but I kept my grip on him tight until my balls were empty.

Finally, I let him go. With all of that body heat and no air conditioning, it felt about 110°F [ 43°C] in that room and I was covered in sweat, while little John was covered in cum on his back and butt from me and all over his fingers from his father. He stood up, gave me a smile, pulled his undies off of his legs and walked away with the cutest naked little butt wiggle, while my cum was glistening all over his butt and back. I moved myself back to the other end of the sofa and sat down in complete exhaustion.

John came back, wearing a different dark blue pair of undies and holding a damp wash cloth. He went over to his still passed out father and proceeded to wipe the cloth all over his big cock and balls, cleaning up any cum that might still be there. He pulled up his father's white underwear and gave him a kiss on the lips. He came over to me and looked to see if I needed any cleaning up but I had already pulled up my undies and any leftover cum from my cock had been absorbed already by my underwear which had been wet anyways from the previous hours of leaking pre-cum. He said he would get me a pillow and a sheet as it was too hot to need a blanket. I nodded my head in agreement

John came back with the bedding and I laid down. He bent over and kissed me on the lips and I patted his underwear covered boy buns.

"Goodnight," I said.

"Goodnight," he replied. I was so glad tomorrow was Saturday.

Chapter 2

My internship at the manufacturing plant finished at the end of that summer and I went back to the University full time. I didn't see Steven for several months. I never forgot that hot night at his house and would use the memory of little John playing with his passed out father's huge cock while I blew my load all over his small little boy butt to jerk off to many, many times.

One evening in late November, my phone rang and it was Steven. He asked me if I'd be interested in going up to his cabin in the mountains a few hours' drive away for the upcoming weekend. He said it used to belong to his Grandfather and had been kept in the family but it was rarely used. He said his wife had taken Steven Jr. to her parent's house out of town so it would be just him and John. My cock immediately sprang to full attention over this proposition and I quickly stuck my hand into my pants while talking to him on the phone.

I told him I'd love to go and would try and score some good weed for the trip. He said great and they would pick me up Friday evening at my apartment. The next day after classes, I scored some really good weed. This was the one hit wonder stuff that wasn't that easy to find in those days. I wasn't sure what else to pack but I figured it would be cold, so just packed extra clothes and with any luck, I'd need a few changes of underwear.

Friday evening came and I waited eagerly. Steven arrived with John and we got into the car and headed off. The drive was slow. Getting out of the city we got stuck in traffic, no surprise as it was a Friday night, and then when we made it off the freeway on to the mountain road, it was winding and dark. We drove on that road for a least an hour seeing nothing but trees and darkness.

Finally we came upon our "oasis" A small old fashion general store complete with two tired looking gas pumps in the front. Steven pulled in and we all got out of the car. Steven said he was going to fill up the tank and said for John and I to go into the store and choose what we wanted for food and supplies and he would be in shortly.

John and I walked into the store and I looked around thinking I must have just gone back in time. There were deer and moose heads mounted on the walls and all of the inventory in the store looked like it had been there since day one.

There were no shopping carts, only the hand baskets so we grabbed two and started filling them up with everything. Canned goods, bread, eggs, milk, whiskey and soda for Steven, brandy for me and juice boxes for John. Steven came in and joined us, grabbing another basket and filling it up with snack foods and lighters. As we were checking out, he said that the only heat in the cabin was the fireplace and that if I didn't mind, him and I and John would take turns keeping the fire going.

"No problem," I said. I thought that sounded sort of romantic in a sense.

I was a city boy and "roughing it" had a certain charm to it. Although this was years before the movie "Brokeback Mountain" I was already writing a "pedo/incest" version of that story in my head as we waited for the old man to ring up all of our groceries. This old store still packed everything in cardboard boxes which made it so much easier to carry everything out to the car. We paid and walked out, loading everything into the trunk of the car and we were off.

After driving another five miles or so, we turned off onto a dirt road and drove deep into the woods for another ½ mile or so and there it was. What a beautiful cabin and nothing like I expected. I was thinking log cabin, Abe Lincoln style. Instead it was completely made of stone and for all I knew, could have been built 300 years ago. It was amazing. It had a huge wooden door, a large front porch, small windows and a massive chimney.

We all got out of the car and Steven went to unlock the front door as John and I got the groceries and things out of the car. As John and I were walking in, all of a sudden the lights went on. We made our way inside and I put the boxes down on the table and looked around.

The cabin was basically one big room with a huge sofa, a dining table, small kitchen area and a bathroom down a small hallway. The fireplace was really impressive. It was a "walk in." It had to be at least 6½ feet [2m] high and at least as wide. A half cord of wood was neatly stacked up next to it on the giant hearth floor. Steven asked me to get the fire going while he was going outside to get the water pump going.

The wood was good and dry and it didn't take long to get it going and I could feel the heat starting to permeate the large room. Looking around again, I noticed there was no TV and no phone. This was before everyone had a cell phone and I asked Steven about the phone. He said the nearest one would be back at the general store we just came from. That sounded fine to me, I had no one to call.

Steven sorted out some of the groceries, gave John one of his juice boxes, poured me a large brandy and then made his own whiskey and soda. I sat down on the huge sofa. John sat down next to me and then it occurred to me.

"Where are we all going to sleep?" I said to Steven.

"Right there" he said, laughing while pointing to the sofa.

He came and sat down with his drink and said not to worry that the sofa converted into a huge king-sized bed, plenty of room for all of us and nice and warm in front of the fireplace. He raised his glass to mine and to John's juice box and said cheers. We all said cheers and drank our drinks. We sat for a minute and John got up and went to the bathroom. While he was away, I asked Steven about smoking the weed I had scored. He said just wait until John goes to sleep and we can smoke one then.

As the room was warming up from the fire, which was now roaring, I took off my coat and sat back sipping my brandy. At this point, Steven said that the cabin had a very small hot water tank, so he thought it would be best if we all shower together, army style, otherwise only one of us would have hot water and he didn't think anyone would want to take a cold shower in this weather.

My cock suddenly woke up from its turtle head slumber. All three of us showering together could be a lot of fun, I thought. After 20 minutes or so and another drink, Steven got up and said he was going to go and test the water in the shower and that John and I should strip off here as there was no place to put any clothes in the small bathroom.

Steven walked down the short hallway to the bathroom and I could hear the shower turn on. John started to strip down. I just watched him, removing his clothes. When he got down to his undies, which were snug fitting white BVD's, he looked at me as if to say, what are you waiting for. I snapped out of my momentary trance in seeing this beautiful boy stripping in front of me and hurried to get my clothes off. John and I pulled our underwear off at the same time. His little uncut dick was soft and shriveled up, probably from the all day cold weather. My own cock was soft but growing quickly.

We both made a mad dash to the bathroom. Steven was naked and trying to pile his clothes up on the lid of the toilet but they kept falling onto the floor. John grabbed all of his father's clothes and took them out into the living room and came back.

The steam was pouring out of the shower which was no bigger than 3 foot [90 cm] square. It's going to be cozy in there, I thought.

Steven got in first. John shut the bathroom door and then got in next. I just looked at the two of them together in that small shower, naked bodies so close together and then got in and closed the shower stall door. It felt great in there. The cold was finally leaving my tired body and the hot steam was fabulous. Steven took the bar of soap from the soap dish and handed it to John and turned around facing away from us.

Without saying a word, John began to rub the bar of soap all over his naked father's back. It took the entire reach of his arm to get to his father's shoulders and once lathered up, he handed me the bar of soap. I started to lather up my front side while I watched John's little hands and fingers going up and down on his father's back.

He moved his hands down his father's lower back and started to rub all around his father's bare butt, doing one cheek at a time, and slowly working his way into his butt crack. At this point I couldn't move my eyes from the sight, one hand holding the bar of soap and the other hand now rubbing the lather all over my hardening cock and soapy balls and pubic hair. John's little fingers were well into his daddy's butt crack now, slipping in and out, both of his hands going between his legs, under his balls and back out again.

Steven just stood there silent, the water spraying down over his back and his head resting against the wall of the shower stall. My cock was completely hard now and I was feeling a little embarrassed about it. Suddenly, Steven turned around facing us and said to John to soap up my back now while Steven would do John's back. I quickly turned around, hoping my throbbing boner would not be too obvious. I handed John the bar of soap and he began on me just as he had done to his father.

I could feel his small hands and fingers running up and down my back. Steven and I were the same height so John's reach ended at my shoulders as well. I started to drift off into an erotic trance, one hand bracing myself against the shower stall and the other was unconsciously stroking my raging hard-on. No one spoke and all I heard was the sound of the water spraying down on all of us.

I felt John's little fingers and hands now on my butt, soaping one cheek at a time as I had seen him do to his father, his fingers slowly probing my butt crack. When one of his fingers grazed my hole, I let out a small gasp of pleasure that I think went unnoticed. John continued to soap up my butt and crack and at one point I could feel him actually pushing the bar of soap up and down in my crack and heard a slight giggle from him.

I heard a small chuckle from Steven and then he said to John to do my legs as well. I felt his little fingers moving up and down the back of my legs, from my ankles to my thighs, hands and fingers all over, up and down. He started reaching in between my legs and worked them up to the underside of my balls and was running his little fingers gently on my scrotum. I let out a grunt and felt a drop of pre-cum leak out from my cock which was still in my left hand.

I knew much more of this and I'd be blowing ropes of cum all over the shower stall and had to slow it down. I quickly turned around facing Steven and John. Steven was still rubbing John's back with soap and when he stood up, his huge, uncut cock was as hard as mine was and it was pressing slightly against John's naked shoulders. I was frozen, just staring at this massive cock, rubbing against this small boy.

At this point, Steven caught me staring at it and gave me a slight smile.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be, you know" he said.

I wasn't sure what he was talking about and asked him what he meant. He covered John's ears with his hands and said, he would tell me later. The hot water was starting to not be so hot all of a sudden and Steven said, time's up and to get out quick before it went totally cold. We all jostled around, getting the remaining soap off of us. My hard cock brushing against John's shoulders and then he turned around and it brushed right against his chin, while Steven's massive cock was brushing all over John's upper back, and chest as we all turned around, getting the last drops of hot water.

Steven got out first, grabbed one of the towels off the rack and told John to come to him. John got out and his daddy wrapped him up in the towel, drying him off from head to toe. He handed me the other towel and I began drying myself off while watching Steven lovingly drying off his beautiful boy. Steven got down on one knee and was now drying John's little bottom and boy cock, which had now come to life and was standing proudly at 3 inches [7.5 cm] with its anteater head.

Steven took John's little cockle between his thumb and index finger and slowly retracted his foreskin and asked him if it still hurt. John shook his head and as Steven continued to pull his son's foreskin back and forth, he told me that John's skin was so tight when he was younger that it hurt to try and retract it but it had got easier as he had grown and now it seemed it didn't hurt any more. I was certainly happy to hear that and watching Steven stroking his little boy's cockle, wasn't helping my cock to go down at all. Steven planted a kiss on John's lips and said to go get his undies on and get all the blankets and pillows out of the closet.

John left and Steven looked at my still raging hard on and gave a smile.

"What I meant before was that having a huge thing like mine can be as much of a curse as a blessing" he said, grabbing it by the base and waving it around.

As he dried himself off, he told me about all the women who had refused to fuck him because they were afraid of his size being too much for them to handle. I made some rude joke about how he should go gay and that he'd have gay bottom men lined up around the block waiting for that monster. He laughed and we left the bathroom.

I made a mad dash for my undies and tee-shirt as even with the roaring fire, being naked when it was below 0 outside wasn't too comfortable. Steven followed and quickly pulled on his underwear and tee-shirt and started to unfold the sofa. It was a strange set up, the likes of which I'd never seen before, but once it was done, it made a huge on the floor bed. 8 feet wide by 7 feet long [2.5-2.1m] with a large cushioned headboard to lean up against.

John came back with all the blankets and pillows and we spread everything out. I leaned myself against the headboard on the left side of the bed, John climbed in and snuggled in next to me as I covered us up with one of the big thick comforters. God did he smell good. I buried my face into his soft, damp hair and breathed in that wonderful scent of freshly washed nine year old boy. Steven went and made new drinks for us and came back, handed me my brandy and sat up on the right side of the bed, pulling another one of the comforters onto him.

John suddenly switched from my side to his father's side and climbed under his father's comforter. We were all sitting up, in this huge bed, all in our underwear and tee-shirts watching the fire. Steven had his arm around John's shoulder and was holding him tight. John's head was resting on his father's shoulder.

We all just stared at the fire, hypnotized by the flames and crackling logs. Steven looked at me and looked down at John who was now out like a light, resting on his father's shoulder.

Steven whispered, "So what about that joint now?"

I said, "Good idea."

I got up to find my bag, got the weed and rolling papers out while Steven untangled himself and settled John in the bed. We both brought our drinks to the dining table and sat down while I rolled one. I got it rolled and lit it up.

This is some good shit, I thought while taking a drag. I passed it to Steven and while he was taking a drag, my mind raced back to that hot night several months ago, watching his little son playing with his big cock and it spewing it's cum all over John's little fingers.

I was dying to ask him what sort of things he got up to with John but decided against it. Steven was one of those unsuspecting types who never pried or prodded into my personal life, never asked me why I never mentioned women or showed the least bit of interest in them. He just accepted me as I was and I didn't want to be any less of a friend to him.

If he wants to tell me, he will, I thought, let's just see what happens. We each took a couple more drags from the joint and we put it out in the ash tray. While I climbed back into the bed, Steven threw more logs onto the fire and then climbed in the bed and snuggled himself next to John. John in his sleep, rolled onto his side and daddy did as well so they were in the spooning position both facing me.

If only someone had invented see through comforters, I thought, but for the moment, I just had to imagine Steven's huge, underwear covered cock pushed right up against John's tiny underwear covered butt. I propped up my pillows and lay down on my back and slipped my left hand into my undies and massaged my aching cock which of course was hard as a rock again, watching the casting shadows on the ceiling of the roaring flames in the fireplace.

I felt like I had just blinked my eyes but I realized that several hours had gone by as the fire was dying down and both Steven and John were lightly snoring with that rhythm of deep sleep. I got up to pee. It was amazingly cold in that bathroom and I peed as fast as I could. I quickly returned to the living room and remembered what Steven said about keeping the fire going. I grabbed some more logs, threw them on the fire and gave it a stir with the fire poker.

I climbed back into bed, wondering what I should do next. I sat up and just looked at the both of them. Steven was on his back, face up and John seemed to have disappeared completely under the covers. I felt my cock stirring to attention once again and knew I had to at the very least have a good whack off before I could go back to sleep. My head was still buzzing from the weed and brandy and I knew it wouldn't take much to get my load off. I laid down again and just slowly inched my way more towards the middle of the bed. I reached my right hand under their comforter and extended my arm out until I felt John. While my left hand had slipped into my underwear, rubbing my hard cock, my right had found Steven's sleeping boy. John was on his stomach as I was now feeling his bare right leg.

I raised up the comforter enough to get a peek underneath. John had his left leg on his father's left leg just under Steven's big underwear covered bulge and his left arm was thrown over his daddy's chest. I moved the comforter just enough to uncover John and partially uncover Steven from the waist down. The fire was roaring and the heat was intense for the moment so no one should get too cold, at least not until I could blow my load.

I quickly slipped off my underwear and kept them close by to use as a cum rag. I moved myself down to the end of the bed, turning my back to the fire. I got down in between John's wide spread legs and pushed my face into his underwear covered butt while stroking my hard and now leaking cock. I stuck my nose into his little boy undies as far as it would go, and licked up and down the white undies covering that beautiful little ass. I pulled on the leg opening at the base of his butt and stretched it far enough that I finally was able to expose his sweet, tight little pucker. That was what I needed to finish this job.

I held my cock in my left hand, stroking gently, while my right held his undies to one side and lowered my face onto his right butt cheek, gently kissing and licking it all over. I gradually made my way inward until my tongue hit his little brass ring. It tasted like heaven. I let my tongue slowly go up and down on his tiny little boy hole and he let out a slight sigh. As I continued to lick gently on John's sweet little pucker, I looked over at Steven whose underwear covered crotch was only a foot away from my face at this point. His bulge was growing and the head of his fat cock was starting to peek out over the waistband of his underwear.

I'm not sure why but I took my left hand off of my cock and reached over and gave Steven's bulge a gentle squeeze. Feeling his cock was like feeling two of mine. It was amazingly huge. When I did this, he moved, he rolled onto his side, John's left leg slid off and now Steven's right leg was over both of John's legs and his big cock was now pressing against John's left butt cheek. Steven's right arm had wrapped itself around John shoulder.

I stayed frozen, not moving an inch, waiting for everyone to stop shuffling around. John now began to move, turning on to his side and basically backing himself into his father into the spoon position. Now I could see Steven's cock was directly into John's underwear covered butt crack and I could see more and more of Steven's monster sticking out of the top of his waistband, pressing against John's tiny little butt.

Finally everyone stopped moving and I heard the sounds of deep breathing again. I had to get off soon and with this new position, a new opportunity had presented itself. I laid back down on the bed, and scooted myself down so my face was right in John's little crotch. I carefully moved his right leg just enough so I could get my shoulder's underneath and there it was. Three inches of boy cock, tenting in his white undies, right in front of my face. I wasted no time and got my mouth and nose as close as I could, breathing in all of his boy smells while my tongue was licking all over, up and down that hard little nail.

While my left hand was stroking my leaking hard cock, I used my right to carefully maneuver that hard little thing out of the front flap of his white undies and took it straight into my open mouth. I was licking and swirling my tongue all over it, feeling the anteater skin with my tongue and lapping up and down on his shaft. Steven's right leg was right on top of John's right leg and John's right leg was now resting on my left shoulder while my face was buried into his undies with his little shaft deep inside my mouth.

As I continued to swirl my tongue around the fleshy anteater head, my cock began to erupt. Rope after rope landed on my stomach and on both of their right legs. One splash hit the back of Steven's underwear covered butt while another one hit John's upper right thigh. My cum kept coming as I continued my tongue bath on John's little cock.

Finally my balls emptied out and my cock spasms subsided. I just laid there for a moment and then gently wiggled my way out from under them, found my undies, and began mopping up. I did the best I could getting the cum off of Steven's underwear, but they did leave a stain on his butt. Maybe he wouldn't notice, I hoped. I saw a small blob of cum on John's upper right thigh, just below his undies and I bent down and licked that off.

I got up and stashed my cum soaked undies in my bag and got out a fresh pair and put them on. I made a quick dash to the bathroom and was going to run some water on my cock and balls but when I turned on the tap in the small sink, the water was so cold, that I changed my mind.

I hurried back into the living room, put a couple more logs onto the fire and climbed under my comforter. I left John's hard little cock poking out of the flap of his undies, just in case I wanted another feel of it again during the night. I pulled their comforter back over them and gave John a quick wet kiss on his soft cheek.

Chapter 3

As the dawn broke and the fog of the previous night's brandy and weed began to clear, I woke up to the sounds of whispering near my head. It was warm in the room and I could hear the fire roaring as fresh logs must have just been put on the fire.

"What if he wakes up?" I heard John whispering.

"It's ok, I don't think he'll mind" I could hear Steven whisper back.

My eyes were still shut and I didn't want to spoil whatever was going on next to me so I just stayed still. The heavy winter comforter was pulled up over my head and I was snug and warm, but I was also dying to see what was going on next to me.

I didn't hear anything else except the occasional crack and pop of the fire logs and the odd sigh and slight moan coming from next to me. My morning wood was hard as usual and I reached my left hand into my underwear and gently rubbed and stroked it.

I had to see what was going on. Inch by painful inch, I used my right hand, taking hold of the top of the comforter from underneath and lowered it ever so gently just to uncover my eyes. I slowly opened one eye and what came into focus was a sight to behold.

John was lying on top of his father, they had both taken off their underwear and Steven's massive cock was sticking up through John's clenched legs right at the base of his butt. Steven's cock was sticking up above John's little butt crack and John was slowly moving his hips up and down, massaging his father's huge rod between his inner thighs.

I could see Steven's foreskin moving up and down on his massive cockhead as John massaged it ever so slowly. Steven had both hands on John's tiny butt cheeks and was kneading them gently and passionately. Steven was also kissing and licking John's lips and face. His hands went from his little buns, up and down his back to running his fingers through his mop of soft, light brown hair, all the while; his giant cock was being massaged in-between John's silky smooth little thighs.

By now, I had both eyes wide open and my left hand had increased my stroke on my hard morning cock as I watched this heavenly show just two feet [60 cm] away from me. Steven kept whispering into John's ear in between licking them, saying that he was such a good boy and how much he loved him, grabbing him tight and humping his own hips off of the bed to match John's movements.

Suddenly, Steven grabbed John's right butt cheek with his left hand while grabbing John by the back of the neck with his right and he let out a soft groaning ah…

Three large ropes of cum shot out of his massive cock, landing on John's mid back and then some smaller ropes of hot cum dripped out, down his long, fat shaft and ran down into John's butt crack.

Once Steven had emptied his huge balls all over his boy, he ran the fingers of his left hand into John's butt crack and when he pulled them out, they were covered in his cum. Steven grabbed his underwear which were laying next to them and ran them into John's butt crack, cleaning the cum out of John's rear end. He then mopped his undies around John's back, trying to get all of his cum off of his little boy.

John got up and I saw his little three inch [7.5 cm] stiffy was hard as a rock. Steven also got up and they hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard the shower turn on and this was my cue to finish myself off quickly. I noticed John's little BVD's still on the bed next to me and I grabbed those, held the little crotch straight up to my nose, took a big inhale and began stroking as hard as I could.

There is nothing quite like the smell of the crotch of a little boy's cotton undies to get my cock flowing with excitement and ecstasy. I flipped my comforter off, pulled my own underwear off, and wrapped them around my aching cock and began to stroke hard and fast.

With John's undies fastened to my face, I shot my load right into my undies, while licking my tongue over the inside of John's little BVD's. I caught my breath, jumped up, found my bag and stashed yet another pair of cum soaked undies in my bag. I pulled on a fresh pair and went right back to the bed, replacing John's little undies where I had found them and waited for them to come out of the bathroom.

A few minutes went by and I heard the bathroom door open and John came running out, naked and dripping wet. Steven was close behind chasing him with a towel. John jumped onto the bed and pulled the heavy comforter over his head and started to giggle. I pretended to just be waking up and groggy and asking what was going on.

Steven was also naked and somewhat wet as he knelt down onto the bed, pulled the comforter off of John and scooped him up into his arms and began drying him off, all the while John was giggling and laughing. Both of their cocks had gone soft but Steven's looked almost as big soft as when mine was at full mast.

He turned John around so John was facing away from him as he ran the towel up and down his little chest, stomach, dick and legs. I just watched and sat up in the bed asking John why he didn't want to be dry. He said the shower went cold and he ran out to be near the fire as it was freezing in the bathroom.

I couldn't say I blamed him. That bathroom was like a walk in freezer. Steven went to his bag, pulled out some fresh undies, and started getting dressed. I got up from the bed, and made a dash to the bathroom to pee. I left the door open as I peed. It was cold in there but not too bad as the steam from the shower had warmed it up somewhat.

I came back out and pulled on my clothes as Steven was making the coffee. I sat down at the dining table and asked Steven what he wanted to do today. He said the weather was suppose to be warmer today, above freezing and that a nice hike around was his idea. That sounded fine to me.

We had some breakfast and Steven packed a backpack with snack foods and sandwiches. John had a small backpack of his own that Steven put some juice boxes in as well as a change of clothes for John. I was given the job of canteens and I filled the 2 large canteens that he had and strapped them over my shoulders and we were off.

We set a slow pace but walked and walked for hours. Finally we came upon a small stream and decided to have our lunch there. Steven and I sat down at the top of a small embankment above the stream while John wanted to go down to the water's edge. The stream was half frozen and half thawed from the warmer than usual day.

Steven told John not to get wet and we both watched John play below us as we got out the food. Steven had also brought a flask as well as the half a joint that we had smoked the night before. I told him I'd pass on the whiskey but would take a couple of hits on the joint.

We smoked the joint first and then began eating. As we were eating, Steven started to talk about his wife, which surprised me as he really had never talked about her ever before. He said that their marriage wasn't doing too well and that she was threatening to leave him and take Steven Jr. with her. I thought "what a bitch" in my head but didn't say it aloud and just kept listening. As he continued talking, I ate my sandwich and listened to him talk while I kept one eye on John playing down by the stream.

He went on to say that she was having difficulties accepting John because John was not her biological child and because he had made a declaration last year that he liked boys and not girls.

My mind suddenly "hit the brakes"

"Wait a minute" I said, as my cock suddenly twitched at what I thought I just had heard.

"You mean John came out to you and her?" I asked, "At his age?"

"We thought that was what he was trying to get at," Steven said, "but I didn't take it too seriously but she freaked out."

He continued to say that she said she didn't want any part of raising his "gay" son and she didn't want Steven Jr. to be in any way influenced "in that way".

Boy, what a bigoted cunt I thought. Steven and John were both perfectly sweet and I would have given my left nut to be John's father and if I was into adult men, I would have killed to have a hot guy like Steven as my boyfriend.

As Steven took a swig from his flask, I told him that I was sorry to hear that but if that's really what she's like, then maybe it would be for the best to split and take John, even though he'd be losing his little brother or half brother. He took another swig and said nothing, looking at John by the stream with a contemplative look on his face.

Suddenly our somber conversation was interrupted by a scream and a splash. Before I could even get up off the ground, Steven was already up and running the 100 feet or so to where John had just slipped and fell into the stream. It wasn't deep, only about 18 inches of water but it was enough to completely soak him in freezing cold water.

I ran behind Steven and watched as Steven pulled John up into his arms. John was shivering and crying slightly. Daddy hugged him tight and kissed him on the lips, asking him repeatedly if he was hurt and if he hit his head or anything.

John said he was ok just wet and really cold.

"I had a feeling we might just need those extra clothes for you" Steven said to John.

We all walked back to our gear and Steven quickly started stripping John out of his wet clothes. When Steven peeled off John's wet undies, his little cock had shriveled up completely and was barely visible. And his little buns had turned blue from the frigid water. I kept thinking nothing that a good tongue bath wouldn't cure.

Steven got John dressed in dry clothes and he suggested that we make our way back. We packed up our stuff and started the long walk back to the cabin. On the way back, we got lost. This was before the days of GPS and we didn't even have a compass. We eventually found our way back but by the time we got back to the cabin, it was late and completely dark.

I got the fire going while Steven said he'd get dinner started. He poured me a large brandy and made himself a whiskey and soda and then started to get pots and pans out to make our dinner. He suggested that John and I get the shower going and he'd join us in a few minutes.

By now I was familiar with the communal shower routine and the fact that we had about 10 minutes worth of hot water. I took a big sip of my brandy and quickly stripped off my clothes and headed for the bathroom. I got the water running and stood there waiting for it to get hot. John came in a few seconds later, naked and shut the bathroom door.

I just stared at that beautiful naked boy and knew I'd only have a few minutes alone in the shower with him and didn't want to waste one second. My cock was already hard and remembering my conversation with Steven earlier, which had basically confirmed my suspicions about this sexy little boy. The water got hot and I jumped in and John followed me and shut the shower stall door.

I wasted no time. I grabbed the bar of soap and started soaping him up, all over. First on his shoulders, upper back, lower back, and finally his sweet little butt. I worked my soapy fingers right into that tempting little crack, found his sweet pucker and massaged my soapy finger right against it. John let out a slight whimper when my fingers toyed with his tight little hole.

All the while I was obviously and aggressively rubbing my aching hard-on everywhere and anywhere on this little boy that I could.

I turned him around and crouched down as much as I could in that small shower stall and started soaping up his front side. Shoulders, chest, taking extra time on his tiny, flat little nipples, down to his soft, smooth stomach and then to his little uncut dicky. As soon as my soapy hands started to rub it, it sprung to life.

I rubbed it all over. With my right hand I closed my fist around it and made a sort of "fleshlight" while my other hand was in between his little legs from behind, fingers probing under his balls, taint and little pucker. I did this for as long as my now hard, aching, and leaking cock could take it. I stood up and grabbed a completely soapy John and pulled him tight against my aching hard-on.

I picked him up, cupped my hands under his butt, fingers probing his crack and pucker and pulled his face towards mine, pressing my lips to his, licking his lips and mouth with my tongue. I grabbed his face, squeezed his cheeks together so as to open his mouth a bit and shoved my tongue straight into his little mouth, flicking my tongue around his open little mouth.

I had lost all control and was a raging, wild animal.

I put him down and pulled him in tight against my raging hard-on. I was obscenely humping myself against his soapy chest, bending my knees and gliding my cock up and down all over his smooth, soapy skin. I felt some pre-cum leak out and knew I'd be erupting soon. I turned him around, bent down as best I could and pulled him towards me, grabbing him around his little waist, aiming my raging boner right in between those soapy boy butt cheeks.

My cock was sliding up and down inside his soapy crack and John started to wiggle into my cock and was moaning slightly. I reached around and again wrapped my fingers around his three inch [7.5 cm] stiffy and pulled it back and forth. I buried my nose into his soft, wet hair and let out a grunt.

Rope after rope of my cum was spewing out into the little boy's butt crack, while my fingers were tightly wrapped around his hard little cockle and my other arm was holding him tight around his mid section.

"Oh fuck!" I said a loud.

When I said this John looked at me with a surprised smile on his face, shocked that I would say that bad word.

Once my balls calmed down, I let go of my grip on him and said

"Oops, didn't mean to swear, but it felt so good, it just slipped out"

I turned his little ass towards the running water and tried to guide the water down his small back and into his butt crack to wash all of my cum out of there. I ran a couple of fingers down his crack and hoping I had got all of the "goo" out. Just then, the bathroom door opened and Steven walked in and opened the shower stall door. He was naked and got in with us.

"I hope I'm not too late" he said. I assumed he meant for the hot water and not for me blowing a violent load of cum in his little boy's butt crack.

"No, the water is still hot" I said.

Steven grabbed the bar of soap from the dish and started to soap up John. John quickly said, I've already been washed.

"Yeah", I said, "I washed him already"

"Ok great, more soap for me then" Steven said laughing.

"Think I'll get out" I said.

I got out of the shower stall and grabbed one of the towels and began to dry off. John said he was getting out too and also got out. I wrapped my towel around him and started to dry him off. I really wanted to make sure I had got all of my cum out of his butt crack as I knew it was a gusher of a load I had just blown.

I ran my towel covered fingers deep into his crack and wiped as gently but as thoroughly as I could. I think I got it all. I finished by drying John's hair and him and I left the bathroom, shut the door and quickly got our undies and tee-shirts on.

Once John was in his undies and tee-shirt, he arranged the comforters on the bed, getting them ready. We never made it up this morning so it was just as we had left it. The fire was roaring now and it was getting rather warm, as it wasn't nearly as cold outside as it was last night. We sat down at the dining table and started eating the food that Steven had just cooked.

It was one of those typical camp-out type dinners. Scrambled eggs, with ham, toast, beans and a bowl of spaghetti O's for John. Steven came out just as we were sitting down, saying the hot water just ran out and he just got the soap off of himself. He put on his underwear and tee-shirt and sat down with us and we all ate our dinner.

Chapter 4

After dinner, we all helped with the clean up. Steven washed and John and I dried the dishes. John went to lie down on the bed and I said quietly to Steven that I was dying to smoke another joint. He said he was too and that if we both went and laid down on the bed with John, he should go to sleep pretty fast and then we can roll one and sit at the table and smoke. It sounded like a good plan to me.

The fire was roaring and since it was much warmer outside tonight then it had been the previous night, the cabin was warm, almost too warm and we all laid down on top of the comforters. Steven laid down on John's right while I laid down on his left. John was laying on his back, face up and Steven laid on his side right next to John, nuzzling John's neck with his nose and his big underwear covered bulge was pressed against John's right hip.

I watched Steven and John tenderly cuddling and let my eyes wonder up and down. I watched Steven's nose in John's soft brown hair and his hand gently rubbing on John's cute little stomach while that massive bulge was pressing against John's hip. Steven's bulge seemed to be growing and watching this was making my own cock swell.

Steven started to whisper into John's ear, calling John his sweet angel boy and what a nice day it had been, spending the entire day walking in the woods with his special little boy. He repeated these soft words into John's ear over and over, all the while gently rubbing his hand on John's flat belly.

After a few minutes of this meditative mood that Steven had created, John drifted off. I saw his little eyes slowly close and his soft little bulge in his snug fitting BVD's had filled out slightly with a semi-erection.

Steven kissed John lovingly on the lips and then looked at me and nodded his head while slowly getting up off the bed. As he got up, he had to "adjust" himself as I think being that close to his beautiful little boy had caused a stir in his underwear.

I copied him and got up off the bed also and like Steven I too had to make an "adjustment" in my own underwear. We sat down at the dining table and I got the bag of weed out which was in my bag underneath 2 pairs of my cum soaked undies. I started to roll one as Steven poured drinks.

I finished rolling and lit it up. Steven was hitting the whiskey heavy tonight. From the time I got the weed out, until the joint was ready he was already on his 2^nd drink. I took a good hit and passed it to Steven. Steven took 2 hits and passed it back to me.

We picked up the conversation we were having earlier in the day by the stream. He started talking about how John was the most important thing in his life, how much he loved him and that it was tearing him apart that he was probably going to have to give up custody of his other son Steven Jr. to his bitch wife.

He was slamming the drinks down and I said that maybe he should slow down a bit as we had all night to sit up and talk if he wanted to. He thanked me for being a good friend and for being a good friend to John as well. He said John told him he thought of me as a second father.

I told him I was very fond of John and that he was a very sweet boy and I really enjoyed my time with both him and John. I told Steven I thought of him as a great friend and thanked him for inviting me to the cabin this weekend.

I said to him, although it's not really my business, that maybe he'd be better off without the wife and that if he could get partial custody of Steven Jr. and keep John, that it might be better than staying in an unhappy marriage. He said he agreed and we continued to pass the joint between us.

A couple of hours passed as we continued to drink and talk about his wife and life in general. I lost count of how many drinks Steven had but I noticed that the bottle of whiskey was empty and when we started, it was only down about ¼. I had drunk two large brandies and that was enough for me.

I said I had to pee and went to the bathroom. It wasn't nearly as cold in there as it had been the previous night. I finished peeing and when I came out, Steven had his head down in his arms on the dining table. At first I thought he was crying but then realized he was passing out.

"Well look at you," I said. "I think it's time to move over to that big bed."

He didn't move. I went over to him and put my arm around his shoulder and shook him. He slowly looked up and his eyes were bloodshot and just half open.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get you over to the bed."

He got up and put his arm around my shoulders and we staggered over to the bed and he fell onto it. I threw a number of logs onto the fire. While we didn't really need a rip roaring fire as it was plenty warm enough, but in case I fell asleep; I didn't want it to die out.

As soon as Steven hit the bed, he was out like a light. Both him and John were laying on top of the comforters as it was very warm and I laid down on top of my comforter as well. I suddenly became overcome with a strange feeling. Something like a premonition perhaps, but I sensed that tomorrow, once we drove back and returned to our lives, that I wouldn't be seeing them again.

I'm not sure why I felt this way, but I just couldn't shake the feeling. My mind wandered for awhile and I heard Steven begin to snore. I slipped my left hand into my undies and started to rub my cock and looked over at John who was sleeping on his back about 2 feet away from me between Steven and I.

Maybe tonight would be the last night I had with them and if that was to be, then I decided to make it the best night I could. I slowly moved myself over right next to John and gently ran my fingers through his soft brown hair. I rolled onto my side and with my other hand, slowly pulled up his tee-shirt above his little nipples.

My right hand was still in his hair while my left hand was now on his bare lower stomach, feeling it go gently up and down with his deep breathing. I nuzzled my nose into his neck and started to kiss and lick his soft, smooth skin.

After doing this for a minute or so, my hard cock started to leak. It was really getting hot as the fire was now roaring. I sat up and pulled off my tee-shirt and slipped off my underwear. Now completely naked, I gently pulled John's little white BVD's down and off of his feet. I turned them inside-out and brought the little crotch straight up to my nose and inhaled.

My cock twitched and I was getting wildly turned on. John's little cock was soft and I wanted to fix that. I scooted myself down in between his little legs, lowered my head and stuck out my tongue. I started on his little balls, licked his scrotum and taking them into my hot mouth. I licked my wet tongue all over them.

While I was licking and kissing his balls, I took his little cockle between my thumb and fore finger and gently started rubbing it up and down, up and down. It sprang to life. I moved up slightly and started to tongue around his little anteater head, flicking my tongue on the loose, fleshy skin, then took his entire shaft and balls deep into my mouth. I kept up my oral assault on his little boy treasures until I felt my own raging cock starting to leak again.

I knew I had to slow down and I also wanted to gently wake him up so I could see if by some chance, before I blew my load that I could somehow get him to put his little mouth on my aching cock. I wasn't sure if he had done that with his father before or not but I was going to try and find out tonight.

I knew Steven was basically unconscious and probably wouldn't wake up for anything, but I wanted John awake. I climbed on top of him, not putting my entire weight on him, supporting my weight with my arms, like doing push-ups. I straddled my legs over his, and lowered my hard, leaking cock onto his little stiffy and started a slow, sensual humping and grinding motion. Our cocks were rubbing together and I could feel more pre-cum leaking out all over and onto his little cock and V area over his smooth, lower stomach.

I lowered my face to his and began kissing him on the lips, using my tongue and licking his lips and mouth and cheeks. I was basically slobbering all over his pretty little boy face. I kept up this position for a few more minutes and then wanted to reverse.

I got off of him, laid down on my back and gently rolled him on top of me. As I pulled him onto me, I lifted his tee-shirt over his head and off. Now he was completely naked as I was. Once he was on top of me, cock to cock, my hands went straight to his little boy buns. I was kneading them and running my fingers along his crack, circling his sweet pucker with my middle finger.

I began to massage his boy hole with the tip of my middle finger, not really trying to penetrate him but just massage that beautiful tight pucker. While I was fingering around in his crack and on his hole, I gently licked his right ear, sticking my tongue right into his sweet ear hole.

That woke him up and he opened his big green eyes and stared right into mine. I whispered into that same ear, that I couldn't sleep and wanted to "play around" for awhile and I was sorry that I woke him up but hoped he wouldn't be angry with me for wanting some company as his father went to sleep.

He said it was ok and put his head back down on my chest, while my hands and fingers were still moving around in his crack. John took one of his hands and brought it up to my face and was rubbing my cheek, feeling my three days of unshaven face.

Steven was one of those smooth blonds who had very little body hair and what little he did have was downy soft. My beard was heavier and I had a bit of hair on my chest and legs. I wasn't a gorilla, but average for a white man I suppose.

John brought his mouth right to my ear and whispered.

"Your face is scratchy."

"I know," I said. "I haven't shaved in 3 days"

"Do you like it?" I asked him.

"It's ok," he said.

All the while my fingers were still in his butt crack and pushing lightly against his tiny pucker and he would move up and down rubbing his hard little stiffy against mine.

"Can I ask you something John?"

"Ok," he said.

"Have you ever put your daddy's big willy in your mouth?"

"No" he said. "Why?"

"I was just wondering, because it feels really good and he would probably love you more for doing that."

"He's got a huge one," John said. "I don't think it would fit in my mouth."

"Well even if you put it in just a little bit, it would feel really good to him.

I think he's sound asleep now, do you want to try and practice a little and then maybe someday when he's awake, you'll know how to do it?" I asked him.

I looked over at a passed out Steven and his bulge looked soft, at least for the moment.

"It doesn't look too big yet," I said to John. "Let's give it a try, ok?"

John nodded his head in agreement and climbed off of me, He crawled over to his father and pulled his underwear down to his mid thighs. Steven was snoring fairly loudly and I really doubted he'd be waking up anytime soon.

John took his father's soft cock, which was still huge compared to mine in his small hand and slowly lowered his lips to it.

"Kiss it first!" I said to him.

He planted his sweet little lips on that big, soft cock, about an inch down from the head.

"Kiss it all over and rub it with your hand," I said.

He continued to kiss his father's cock and started to slowly stroke it. John was on his knees and his little boy butt was sticking up in the air. I knelt behind him, watching him kiss and rub that big ole dick of his daddy's and placed my right hand on his little butt, and resumed my feeling and probing of his crack and sweet pucker, while gently stroking my rock hard cock with my left hand.

I moved myself closer so I could stroke my cock while rubbing the head on his left butt cheek as my fingers moved up and down his crack. I leaked some pre-cum on his butt cheek and rubbed my cock head all around the gooey spot.

Steven's cock was growing quickly and I bent down and whispered into John's ear.

"Open your mouth and try to put the tip in."

He opened his little mouth as wide as it would go and lowered it down on his father's huge uncut cock head. God what a sight that was. That giant thing in such a small, pretty mouth. More pre-cum leaked out onto John's tiny butt as I continued my rubbing and probing, all the while staring at his beautiful mouth on that massive tool.

He came up for air and I asked him how it tasted. He said that it was warm in his mouth and tasted ok. I said if it was too big and not comfortable for him, to try just using his tongue and licking the tip of it. I told him that feels really good too.

He complied and his little tongue started licking his father's giant cock head and piss slit. I saw Steven's cock twitch a couple of times when John's tongue hit that spot just on the bottom of his piss slit.

After watching this glorious sight with me continuously leaking more and more pre-cum onto John's little butt, it was my turn. While John was still licking his father's fat cock head, I bent down and whispered into John's little ear.

"Let's try something else ok?"

I laid down and pulled him over to me, flipped him around into a 69 and dropped his 3 incher [7.5cm] right into my mouth. As I swirled my tongue all over his shaft and anteater head, he started to moan.

I pushed his head down and now his little head was resting on my lower stomach and I could just feel my pre-cum covered cock head rubbing against his soft hair. I continued to orally assault his little boy dick, opening my mouth wider and taking his balls and scrotum in as well.

His moaning and whimpering got louder and I think he was getting close to having what might have been his first little boy orgasm. My tongue was lapping up and down and all around and I felt his little cock and scrotum convulse in my mouth as his body shook in a shiver. I could feel his shiver run down his torso and through his legs that were near my head.

I lifted his hips up off my face and turned him around so he was face to face with me. I pulled him on top of me and ran my fingers gently up and down his sweet little butt crack, toying with his pucker while kissing him on the lips and cheeks.

"Did that feel good what I was doing to your willy?" I whispered into his ear.

"It felt great," he said. "I've never felt like that before"

"Yes, it's the best feeling and I'm sure your daddy will like it too, when he's awake," I said.

"Do you think you could try putting mine in your mouth?" I asked.

"Ok," John said.

I flipped him around back into the 69 position and pushed him down a bit more so his still hard cock was against my chest and his little butt was facing up, giving me a perfect view right into his crack and of his perfect little boy pucker. He took my hard cock into his little hand and I could feel his tongue doing the same thing to my cock as I had just seen him do to his father's big cock.

He was licking around the head and my piss slit, which was covered in pre-cum but he didn't seem to mind and just kept licking away.

"Can you use your hand and rub it up and down while you lick?" I asked.

"Ok" he said.

At this point, I was about 30 seconds from exploding, as he continued to stroke and lick my raging hard cock and I thought it better I didn't cum in his mouth.

"Keep rubbing it John," I said.

I pulled him by the legs so his little butt crack went right into my face. As he kept stroking and rubbing both of his little hands and fingers on my cock, I shoved my tongue right into his sweet boy pucker and he let out a gasp and a sigh. I lapped his tight boy hole three times and with that, my cock started to violently convulse.

My cum was flying everywhere up into the air, landing on the back of his head, my legs, the bed, and continued to drip down my shaft onto my balls and down between my legs. I kept swirling my tongue around his little pucker until my cock and balls calmed down.

"Oh God that was great John," I whispered to him.

"You put your tongue in my butt, eeeww," he giggled.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"It felt weird but I liked it," he said.

"Come on, let's go in the bathroom and clean up," I said.

We got up and hurried into the bathroom and shut the door. I took one of the towels off the rack and dampened it slightly from the sink and started to rub it around my cock, balls, between my legs and down my legs. There was cum everywhere.

I then gave John's little body an inspection, looking for cum. I found one blob on the back of his neck and one in his hair on the back of his head. I pulled him towards me and licked the cum off of his neck and he giggled. I then took the damp towel and ran it through his hair, getting the last blob of my cum off of him.

I turned him around and gave him a slow passionate kiss on the mouth and told him that I loved him and that he was the best boy in the world. I also said his father was a very lucky man to have him as his son. John smiled and hugged me tight, his bare chest pressing into my still hard boner. I hugged him back and we went back to the bed. I found his little BVD's and helped him put them on, along with his tee-shirt. I gave his little bulge a squeeze and a kiss with my tongue. He said goodnight and laid down next to his passed out father and put his arms around him and drifted off. I got my underwear on and laid down next to him, exhausted.

The next morning we all woke up around the same time. We packed up our stuff and loaded up the car. I was really sad to leave this beautiful cabin and wasn't looking forward to the upcoming week. We took our time driving back, stopping along the way for a McDonald's lunch and once or twice to pee.

Steven and I eventually lost touch as he ended up getting a divorce and moving several times with John. I heard from him again about seven years after our cabin adventure and he told me his health was not good. I suspected it was from the drinking but didn't say anything and he didn't go into great detail.

He mostly talked about John who was now 16 and going to high school. He said he was so proud of him, an A student and he had a steady boyfriend who regularly came over to the house.

I had to laugh and wondered if all of that early sexual "training" with his father and myself had made John a pro by the time he was in high school. I'll bet he had one happy boyfriend.

The End