After our unusual indulgence in the shower, I was afraid Frank might back down from mixed emotions and our relationship would change. To the contrary, his paternal demeanor increased to the point where he gave me advice or assistance at every opportunity. He even brought some of his own workout books and "muscle food" cookbooks to the gym for me to borrow so that I could, in his words, "grow to be just as big as your dad." I continued to revel in the attention he gave so freely and figured it gave him a chance to live out some unrealized dreams of fatherhood. I soon realized I was way off the mark.
Late one afternoon in the middle of a workout session Frank looked at the clock and said, "Hey, I gotta get to the high school. My other son is playing a basketball game in an hour." When he said this he gave me a knowing wink, but I was nearly floored with this statement. He mentioned his wife several times in the past, but never any kids. Did this "other son" look anything like me, I wondered. What type of relationship did they have? Maybe it was lacking, and that's why he chose me as a surrogate son. I was teeming with curiosity and, I had to admit, a little jealousy.
The next few days my curiosity grew as I considered every possible father-son relationship they might share. Finally, I started devising a plan to meet this kid who shares the same "dad" with me.
I hadn't seen Frank at the gym since he dropped the bomb about this unkown descendant. I decided it would be a good excuse to swing by his place on the pretense of dropping-off the books I borrowed, and hopefully get a gander at his son and maybe even see how they interact a little. I got his address at the front desk of the health club, which wasn't a problem since everyone there knows we're friends, and decided to drop by around suppertime that night and hopefully catch both of them there.
I was able to find his house easy enough, and rang the doorbell right around six o'clock. I was in luck. A teenage boy answered the door. He was about my height, but shared his dad's dark features. He wasn't as stocky as his dad, but I could see the resemblance in his strong chiseled features and short black hair. Definitely a good looking kid, although quite different than me.
"Hi, is your dad here?" God, saying that felt strange.
"No, he won't be back from his office for another hour or so. He kinda keeps weird hours."
"Oh, well, you see, I have these books he loaned me. I thought I'd drop by and return them."
"Yeah, you must be Mark, from the gym. Dad told me about you. I'm Brian." He held out his hand and I shook it, wondering what Frank could have possibly said about me.
"It's good to finally meet you. Your dad's talked about you at the gym as well." That was almost a stretch.
"Well, I'll see that he gets these, Mark."
Brian took the books out of my hands and I thought up a feeble excuse to prolong our meeting, and maybe get a little more out of him. "You mind if I trouble you for a glass of water? I just came from working out and I'm a little dehydrated."
"No problem. Follow me." He said.
"You the only one home?" I asked.
"Yeah, Mom has a class tonight that always goes pretty late."
"So, Da...Frank tells me you're a basketball player."
"Yeah, but not varsity. I think I'll make it next year, though, when I'm a junior." He poured me a glass of water as he went on about the basketball season this far. We sat down at the kitchen table, and Brian started talking about football. I wasn't getting what I needed to know, so I decided to push things along.
"Well, since you're into sports maybe you can help settle a debate I'm having with your dad. He claims that circumcised cocks aren't that rare, and I've been trying to tell him they're pretty much a thing of the past. Have you seen any guys in the locker room that are uncut?"
Brian looked at me strangely for a moment, probably trying to imagine his father having that debate, but then tried to look cool and casual about it. "No, I guess I haven't noticed any uncut guys." I could tell by the way he said "uncut" he wasn't used to talking about such things, at least not around his dad's friends.
"Did he happen to spare yours?" I said. Brian just gave me a blank look. "I mean, were you circumcised as well?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm cut like the rest of them."
"Well, that surprises me." I said "Your dad has still has his foreskin and he seems quite happy about it."
Brian raised his eyebrows. "Whoa, Dad's not circumcised? I never knew that."
"You mean he's never showed you? You should see it, it's magnificent."
"I guess I don't really get the chance." He said.
"You should just ask him to have a look at it. Hell, I did, and he was happy to show it to me."
"Really?" Brian's eyes were wide.
"Yeah, if you've never seen one it's pretty interesting. Especially if it's your own dad's." I could tell he was definitely into this, he hung on every word, moving his chair close to the table to hide his growing erection.
"I don't know," he said, "I don't think Dad would go for that."
"I tell you what, I can stick around until he comes home and bring it up on the sly, and then ask him to take it out for us. If for some strange reason he takes offense to it, I'll be the one in the awkward position. Sound fair?"
"I suppose. But just drop it if he starts getting mad or something, okay?"
"Of course."
Luckily we didn't have to wait long. Within twenty minutes Frank got home and came into the living room where we were siting. He was wearing a suit and a tie, a side of him I've never gotten to see. I was sitting off to the side, so he saw Brian first and didn't notice me until he started to greet him.
"Hey...Son." Frank had a puzzled look on his face, and I decided I better explain quickly to put him at ease.
"Hi, Frank. I kept missing you at the gym so I thought I'd just get your address at the front desk and drop off your books on my way home."
"Oh, well, there wasn't any need to get them back so soon. But thanks... Mark."
"It was on my way, so it wasn't a big deal. Besides, I finally got to meet Brian. We've been talking about all kinds of stuff."
"Oh?"
I couldn't think of a graceful way to start the ball rolling so I just came out with it. "Yeah, I was surprised to find out that you had Brian circumcised. I told him I had seen yours and that it was uncut." I glanced at Brian and he was deep crimson, but tried to appear calm.
"Ah, well, his mother insisted upon it. You know, sanitary reasons and all that stuff." He turned to Brian with a half smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Thems the breaks, kiddo."
"Brian didn't even know you weren't cut. I can't believe you've never even given him a glimpse of your cock. Don't you remember wondering how you compared to your dad at his age?"
"I can't believe you haven't seen me naked before, Son."
For the first time Brian spoke-up. "When would I have had the chance, huh?"
"Well," his father retorted, "if you were curious you only had to ask. I would certainly understand your wanting to know what you might inherit."
"That's what I said, Frank, but you know how it is at that age, guys are so worried about getting too close to a dick that isn't their own. As if checking out another guy's cock too closely will turn you into a dreaded queer."
Frank chuckled in agreement. "If I was thinking about it," said Frank, "I guess I would have realized you'd wanna know what we share, but you might be afraid to ask, even though there's no reason to be." He made his way over to the couch where Brian was sitting. "Look, Son, you don't even have to ask." Standing in front of Brian, Frank undid his belt and dress pants, and then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to his knees. Finally he lifted his shirt up, unveiling his uncut cock and balls. Brian's eyes got wide, and he sat there motionless staring at his dad's exceptionally fat member hanging a mere foot from his face. "Does it look familiar, Son?"
"Well... I think I'm the thickest guy on the team, but yours is even thicker."
We sat there for a minute, all eyes on Frank's cock. Brian leaned forward to really examine it, gaining courage from his dad's casual attitude. When I sensed Frank was getting ready to tuck it away I started talking to distract him, trying to push this as far as I could. "Yeah, I remember the first time I saw my dad's cock-- it was in the shower." Frank gave me a suspicious look, but I continued. "His was pretty thick, too. Boy, when I first saw it I didn't think it could get any thicker, but I was wrong."
"You mean you saw your dad with a hard-on?" Brian asked without even looking up from Frank's cock. Brian's shock was ironic since his dad's meat was half-hard already. Frank was obviously relating to what I was saying.
"Oh yeah, we got into comparing and decided to check out each other's erections as well. Hell, we were so hard after that we had to pump off a load in the shower just to get them back down again." Brian looked up from his dad's cock for the first time to make sure I wasn't kidding. "It looks like you're getting close to that stage yourself, Frank."
"It's just not used to getting this much attention." He quipped.
Now Brian was only a couple of inches from his dad's swollen cock. "Wow," Brian exclaimed, "it even smells like mine when it gets hard."
Things were pretty heated, and I decided it was now or never. "You know, Brian, if you ever wondered what it would be like to suck your own cock this is probably the closest you'll ever come."
They both looked at me, stunned by my proposal. Frank started fumbling, "Well... I don't think he..."
"Hey, Frank, if he's curious at all its best to let him experiment with you. That way you know it's safe. Besides, maybe he just needs to get it out of his system, and this way it won't leave this room." It was a feeble pitch, but neither of them objected.
Frank looked down at his son and put his hand on his shoulder. "If you want to try it, it's okay with me, Son."
Brian looked at his dad, making sure it was all right. Uncertain hands reached up and wrapped themselves around Frank's shaft.
"Maybe you should instruct him a little, Frank, so he's more comfortable with what he's doing."
"Yeah," Frank agreed, "okay, just pull back my skin and start by licking the head to get it wet...that's it. Now stick your tongue under my foreskin. Oh, yeah. Now just put as much in your mouth as you can, Son, and suck. Oh, Christ, that feels great, Son." Frank stopped talking and just gave-in to the heightened sensation of his own son giving him a blowjob. After a minute he sat down in an armchair, and motioned for his son to kneel in front of him. Brian began experimenting on his own, licking up and down the shaft. He then started licking his dad's balls and sucking them in his mouth, one at a time.
I could no longer standby as a spectator, my own cock aching for release. I undid my jeans, pulled out my dick, and walked over to where Frank was sitting, my crotch inches from his face.
"I'm feeling a little left out here, Frank, how about helping me out while your son does the same for you?"
"Mark, I don't..."
I gave him a hard look and jerked my head towards Brian, implying that he'd shame his son if he refused. Brian looked up from his dad's lap to see what he'd do. I didn't wait for him to reply, I just guided my cock to Frank's mouth. His lips parted and his tongue started to explore the contours of my inflated cock head. I started to slowly thrust my hips back and forth, and within moments all signs of apprehension were gone as Frank started taking more and more of my cock with each thrust. Frank reached out with his right hand and put it on his son's head and held it there as he began bucking his hips into Brian's face. With his other hand he reached up and grabbed my ass and started to push it harder and harder, forcing my cock to go deeper and deeper. Frank began to tremble, and I knew he was close. Suddenly his hand clenched into my ass cheeks and he started to groan loudly with my dick still in his mouth. I looked down and saw him grip his son's hair as he began pumping load after load into his mouth. Brian tried to swallow as much as he could, but a lot spilled out of his mouth and down to Frank's crotch.
Frank let my dick pop out of his mouth and gasped, "That was amazing, Son. I had no idea you could make your dad feel like that."
Brian sat back on his haunches, not sure of what to do next.
"Well, Brian," I said, "your dad's not done with me yet. He might as well take care of us at the same time." No objection from Frank this time. I motioned for him to stand up and helped pull his sweatpants down, releasing his cock, stiff and glistening with precome. We stood next to each other at an angle so our dicks were aligned. Brian's cock was almost as thick as his dad's. Together we made quite a mouthful, but Frank leaned forward without hesitating and grabbed our cocks, pushing them both in his mouth. His tongue worked its way in between our dicks as he closed his mouth around us and sucked. He reached up and grabbed a set of balls in each hand and began to pull gently on them as he serviced us. I felt myself getting close to the edge, and so was Brian by the sound of his moans.
Brian put his arm around my waist and his other hand on his dad's shoulder for support and started groaning, "Oh, Dad... Dad..." I felt a gush of hot come wash over the head of my dick, which sent me shooting off myself. We both leaned into Frank, filling his mouth with our cream. He grabbed a cock in each hand and held us there until he had sucked down everything we had to give. Soon as we were completely spent, Frank pulled us down onto his lap, each of us sitting on one leg and leaning back against his chest. We were all breathing heavily with exhaustion.
After a few minutes passed, Frank broke the silence. "Son, the next time you're curious about anything, please don't hesitate to ask. Of course, we're always happy to have your input too, Mark."