Girls Are Second Best

Girls Are Second Best: Part Three

Colin's Boys Get Permission.

Tim clamped a hand over his brother's mouth, stifling the noise he knew was about to come from it.

"For fuck's sake, keep quiet!" he hissed in a thirteen years old ear. "We'd get killed if he heard us!"

The slender boy nodded, letting his older brother know he'd got things under control.

"I know; it's ok," he whispered back, and gritted his teeth so no sound would be made as the fifteen year old completed his entry.

Ben was braced against their bedroom window cill, bent over and slender legs apart, his brother behind, both hands now on Ben's hips, as Tim pushed his thick, six inches the rest of the way in.

He always wanted to make a noise when Tim went into him; it wasn't because it hurt or anything – he'd been taking his brother's cock every other night for six weeks now, and his scoutmaster boyfriend had been fucking him for some time before that, but his cock wasn't as big as Tim's, and Adam's, the brothers' fuck buddy, was nowhere near as thick. No, it wasn't because it hurt, it was because it felt so bloody good!

They always did it this way, one boy bracing himself against the window cill while his brother fucked him; it wasn't very adventurous, but it was the only way they could think of that wouldn't make the give-away, rhythmic sounds they knew they had to avoid. The thought of their father hearing that sort of noise, and bursting into their bedroom to find one of them balls deep in his brother's arse, scared them shitless every night. It scared them, but not enough to stop them from fucking.

One night Tim fucked Ben, and the next they changed round; and every morning they sucked out and ate each others' sperm; and it was all so much better than the solo wanking they'd had to do, night and morning, before their parent's divorce had meant them moving to a smaller house with their father and having to share a bedroom.

Solo masturbation ended for them the very first night they moved in the new house. They'd never done anything with each other before that, never even talked about sex stuff, apart from Ben's regular teasing of his older brother about the quality of the girls he chased after.

There had been an awkward moment as they prepared for bed: both boys usually slept naked, but neither was aware of the other doing so, and they'd stripped to their boxers and paused, neither wanting to be the first to reveal his bits to the light. They hadn't even seen each other naked since they were about six and eight; and neither had the faintest idea that their brother had surrendered his virginity some time ago.

It was Ben, always the bolder of the two, who had broken the boxer covered stand off.

"This is fuckin' stupid," he said, casting caution to the winds; "I sleep nude an' I toss meself stupid every night an' I ain't gonna stop doing that `cos I gotta share a room with you!"

Tim had stared at his younger brother in amazement, shocked that he had said what he had, and then he slowly confessed to the same.

"Wicked!" Ben had grinned, and promptly shed his boxers to reveal his steadily rising four or so, well foreskinned inches.

Tim stared, fascinated by the sight of his brother's cock, and also in some awe of the younger boy's complete lack of embarrassment as he stood there, giving his brother ample time to have a good look.

"Let's see yours, then," Ben demanded, and then breathed, "Fuckin' awesome," as he took in Tim's thick, six inches, now fully ready for action, pointing upwards towards the ceiling at a forty five degree angle.

"I'll toss yours if you do mine," the younger boy had offered, and, coming out of his trance, and realising that having to share a bedroom might have some definite advantages; Tim had croaked,

"What about sucking?"

"Oh, yeh, def!" Ben enthused, "An' I swallow as well!"

That first night of eating each other's cum had rapidly led to them sharing their sex lives with each other, and, since both boys were into being fucked, it was only natural that they were soon doing that as well. The only changes it made to their lives and behaviour was that they now got on well with each other instead of squabbling, and neither moaned when their father announced it was bedtime!

There was one other change which neither boy considered: before, they had used any handy, discarded item of clothing as a spunk rag, crusting up socks, boxers and even shirts with their regular output; now all their production went into a mouth or a hole and there were no longer bits of clothing, stiff with dried spunk, going into the washing basket. They were super scrupulous about cleaning up all the evidence of their fucking, and because they always did it standing up, there were never any greasy marks on their sheets, and the clean up tissues were always disposed of with their morning shits. That their father would notice the sudden absence of spunk rags never occurred to them.

Earlier that evening, their father, Colin, had met Adam, his brand new, gorgeous, incredibly sexy, amazingly hormone charged, seemingly insatiable, utterly available, fourteen year old boyfriend. He'd taken his other new toy, a classic MG sports car that he'd treated himself to after his divorce; partly because he'd always wanted one, and partly because he thought a car like that might just have some boy-pulling potential. He felt justified in that belief when he picked up Adam. The boy breathing, open mouthed,

"Fuckin' hell! I bet you get a few zips undone with this!"

He'd driven the boy into the nearest large town and bought him the promised ring, Adam selecting a gold signet ring with a square onyx stone which he'd had inscribed with a capital A' overlaid with a capital C'. A bit slow on the uptake, Colin had asked the boy, once they were out of the jewellers, why he'd chosen that design, and the boy had given him a pitying look;

"Colin on top of Adam," he explained patiently, and giggled as he saw enlightenment dawn on his man's face.

They drove out from the town and up into the empty downs, finding a parking spot well away from anywhere, with a miles long, uninterrupted view. Adam promptly undid the top button of his baggy shorts, slid down the zip, lay back in the bucket seat, stretched out his legs and waited for man hand to engage with boy bits.

"Tell me about your fuck buddies," Colin was hot to know if his suspicions were founded in fact. Adam had already revealed their ages – the same as his own two boys, and their first names – also the same as his boys. It could, of course, simply be co-incidence, but Colin was already half certain that co-incidence didn't stretch that far. He'd have been stunned, as he would be later, playing with his boyfriend's lush, tight foreskin, if he'd known just how far co-incidence did stretch!

"Why, fancy them, do you?" Adam sniggered. "I could probably line them up for you if you want; they both been with men, so they'd prob be up for it." Adam had no problem with his man fancying other boys, and no problem with him shagging them either, so long as he was around to watch – and join in - the action.

"Nah," Colin eased back the boy's foreskin as far as it would comfortably go, just enough to reveal the piss slit which he gently ran a finger over, making the boy shudder with the delightful sensations given to his super-sensitive nerve endings; "I'm well happy with the one I've got;" which made Adam glow inside. "But I do want to know every detail of what this has been up to," Colin added, giving Adam some more, very pleasant, sensations.

Nothing loath, Adam launched into recounting how he'd met the two boys. Talking dirty was one of Adam's pastimes, and talking dirty while having his cock played with was a definite turn on.

He told how he'd first met the boys, who'd only just joined his school, in the bushes where boys went at breaks and lunchtimes for a smoke. There were always at least twenty kids there, but Adam's hormone charged brain had instructed his eyes to check out the younger of the two new additions to the group, a boy, who, according to Adam, was a `well tasty, slim kid' in the year below him. It had taken a couple of days to get chatting to the boy, who stunned Adam on the Monday of the second week, by saying, "I reckon you fancy me."

Adam had, naturally, tried to dismiss this as rubbish, but the kid had said, "You keep starin' at me balls, an' if you wanna see them properly, you only gotta ask!" and offered to be in the school bogs at the start of lunch break if Adam wanted a viewing.

Adam had gone for his viewing, and, there being no-one around, they'd slipped into a cubicle for a wank; the kid's only comment being, "Shame there ain't enough room in here to suck."

He'd talked the kid into going home with him the following lunchtime, where there was ample room to suck and been treated to a good one, the younger boy swallowing with evident relish. The next day he'd arranged to do the same, but was well put out when the kid had his older brother with him, well put out, that is, until the boy had announced, "Tim fancies you as well, so how about a threesome?"

Within a week, lunchtime sucks had become lunchtime fucks, young Ben using his still fairly small, thirteen year old stick to pop Adam's cherry before his older brother stuffed his thick six inches inside Adam's, now very willing to take cock, hole.

Adam's description of the two boys, plus the fact that they'd only recently joined his school as a result of having to move into the area because of parental divorce, and that the boys were now living with their father, left no doubt in Colin's mind as to the identity of the boys in question.

"Wicked thing is," Adam chortled on, "That they fuck each other every night! Imagine that," he said, awe and jealousy dripping from every word, "Havin' a brother to fuck with! Lucky sods!"

And that, Colin concluded, solved the mystery of the absence of spunk rags!

"Both gay, are they?" Colin asked; he'd never seen any hints of what he'd call `gayness' from either of his boys, and he knew now that Adam was talking about his boys.

"Nah," Adam dismissed the idea. "Tim shags girls when he can get `em," he paused and thought, "Don't think Ben's got round to it yet, though." He shifted around in his seat a bit so as not to restrict the activities of Colin's hand. "It was Tim what suggested I should do it with a man," he told Colin; "Said it was well good an' I should try it."

"Tim would know, would he?" Colin soaked up this bit of information about his elder boy.

"Course," Adam sighed; sighed because the hand on his bits felt so pleasant. "So does Joe."

"Really?" Probing for some more information, information Colin already knew he was going to use later.

"Bin doing it with his scoutmaster for about six months," Adam told him. "Tim ain't got a man at the mo, though; just broken up with the one he had cos he was cheatin' on him; though he'd probably have done it anyway cos he had to move. Ben's ok, cos his one lives round here somewhere anyway."

"Aren't they both cheating if they're shagging you as well?" Colin needed to get that clear, the last thing he wanted was for Adam to stop having boyfun because he was now going out with Colin.

"Nah," Adam explained patiently. "You's cheatin' if you shags another girl when you already got a girlfriend; or, like, you'd be cheatin' if you was regular shaggin' another boy as well as me; but it ain't cheatin' for a boy to shag another boy if he's goin' with a man, or shag a girl if he's got a man, or shag a boy if he's got a girl."

"Complicated," Colin observed.

"No it's not!" God, adults can be so dim at times, Adam thought, like havin' to explain stuff to a baby!

"Look, it's not cheatin' if you shagged a boy if I set him up for you, `cos that's just sex, an' you'd give me all the details when we was next in bed, an' that'd get us well horny."

"Yeh, I follow that," Colin agreed.

"An' it's not cheatin' if I shag boys when I'm goin' out with you, `cos they're boys, not men."

"I understand," Colin couldn't help smiling to himself at the relentless logic of the male, sex-driven minds of teenage boys.

"I mean," Adam offered, "I'll tell Tim and Ben I can't do it with them anymore if you don't want me to."

"Oh, no," Colin got in quickly, "This deserves as much fun as it can get;" he squeezed Adam's cock to emphasise the point; "And so do they."

"Good," Adam didn't really want to have to go that far, but you never knew what adults thought was right. "An' it's not cheatin' on you if I shags me girlfriend, is it?"

"Of course not," Colin agreed, "Shag her as much as you want. She might not see it the same way, though," he pointed out.

"She ain't gonna fuckin' know, is she!"

"So let me get this clear," Colin pretended to be still uncertain, though what he was actually doing was making sure his plan would work. "We can ignore your girlfriend."

"Course," Adam snorted, "She's only a fuckin' girl, isn't she; nothing to do with this sorta stuff."

"Quite," Colin agreed. "You can play as many games as you want to with Tim and Ben, and any other boys you happen to come across as well, and as far as I'm concerned, that's not cheating, agreed?"

"Cool," Adam agreed.

"But if you do add any more to your cock list, I want to know about it, in every, spunky detail."

"No trouble," Adam agreed again, "An' if you find a bit of cock you get the hots for you gotta ask me before you does him."

"You wouldn't mind me shagging another boy, then?"

"Shaggin', nah, that'd be all right, but not if you started goin' out with him."

"Sorted," Colin announced. "And so long as you are wearing that ring, I promise you that you are the only boy I'm interested in."

"An' as long as I'm wearin' it," Adam offered all he had to offer, "You can do anythin' you want with me, any time you want. You don't have to ask, just go for it."

They sealed the bargain with a very long and tongue tiring kiss, before Adam demanded,

"Give us a gobble; I gotta be home soon."

He dropped the boy off at the top of his road, repeating the instructions he had given on the drive back from the downs.

"How I'm `sposed to convince the old lady I'm stayin' overnight at mates when I'm shackin' up with you?"

"What were their names? Ben and Tim?" Colin asked, successfully sounding as though he had no idea who the two boys were.

"Yeh, but what if she phones or something?"

"Trust me, and leave it to me," Colin squeezed the boy's knee, even though he did have to pull the leg of those awful shorts up before he could get hold of flesh.

"Yer.......ok," Adam sounded doubtful.

"If it all works out, tomorrow I'm gonna tell my lads we are an item; if that's ok with you, that is."

"You got kids?" Adam sounded shocked.

"Two boys."

"Fuck! An' you think they're gonna be ok with you tellin' them you're shaggin' me? I mean, what about my cred an' stuff?"

"Don't worry, Adam, don't worry," Colin soothed him. "Their names are Tim and Ben."

"Shit!!!!!!" Adam breathed after a few moments digesting this information. "You mean I bin shaggin' with your sons?" He stared into space for a few seconds before a huge smile broke out. "That is so fuckin' wicked!" he beamed, "Fuckin' awesome!"

"And remember," Colin insisted, "You haven't come to see me, you've come round to see them. Don't spoil the surprise for them."

"Oh, fuck!" Adam breathed again, "I'm goin' out with the father of me fuck mates! That is so cool!!!"

"I think it's pretty fuckin' magic as well," Colin agreed. "No way can they object to you being my boyfriend when they're shagging you as well."

"Text me this evening, let me know if it's all ok," Colin reminded him as the boy got out of the car.

The following afternoon, Colin put his plan into action. He'd had a text from Adam first thing that morning, confirming that all was `go'.

He made sure he was home when the boys returned from school, and, after greeting them, told them to go up and get changed, cancel any arrangements they may have made for the evening, and then come down for a very important chat.

Upstairs the boys had a thorough check of their room; they were certain they'd left no incriminating evidence about, and, anyway, there were no signs their room had been investigated, so it couldn't be that he wanted to talk about, but it didn't stop them being nervous when they returned to the living room.

They almost froze with amazement when they noticed that the coffee table had three cans on it, cans of beer!

Colin noted, with satisfaction, the shock on his boys' faces. He also noted, and with just as much satisfaction, that Ben had, like himself, put on shorts, decent, lightweight football shorts that showed a reasonable amount of thigh when the boy sat down. Now he was certain his boys were sexually active, he had no qualms about visually enjoying the sheer, teenage, sexuality of them.

He'd have been even more satisfied had he known that, like himself, Ben had nothing on under those shorts. Tim, regrettably, had chosen to wear jeans. It wasn't that Colin fancied his boys, just that he could no longer see any reason why he shouldn't admire and enjoy the fact that they were boys, and boys who were, by all accounts, in full working order!

"Right, boys," Colin commenced, "What we're gonna talk about is important, very important. It's going to affect the way we get on and the way we live."

The lads were mystified. Obviously something big was going to happen, but, equally obviously, it was nothing bad, and certainly nothing to do with their immediate fear that something about their sex lives together had somehow emerged. They were mystified, and relieved, very relieved, at the same time!

"I'm taking it that neither of you have any objections to drinking this stuff instead of coke," Colin said, pushing a can in the direction of each boy.

The boys looked at each other; of course they had no objections to drinking beer, they were teenage boys weren't they! But parents weren't supposed to give beer to their thirteen and fifteen year old offspring, were they?

"Good," Colin said as each boy reached out a tentative hand for a can. "And I'm fairly sure that you both smoke," he added, producing cigarettes and offering them across the coffee table.

If it's possible to be more stunned than `stunned', then that's what Tim and Ben were! They were being allowed beer and fags? With their father? Things might be looking up! This was certainly going to affect the way they lived!

Colin waited until both boys had taken a healthy swig from their cans and got their cigarettes well underway before making his next boy-shocking observation.

"Tim," he said, "I may be wrong, so please don't be offended if I am," he could see the boy tensing, awaiting some bad news, "But I'm going to hazard a guess that tobacco is not the only thing you've smoked."

Tim went pale;

"Dad," he squeaked, trying to make his voice sound disbelieving and disappointed that his parent could possibly think such a thing, an effect that was ruined by the snort that burst from his younger brother.

"And I hope that what you smoke is weed, shit or grade or whatever you call it, and not anything nastier."

"Daaaad!" Tim squeaked again.

Colin ignored the squeaking plea not to continue this conversation, and carried on,

"And if you smoke it, then I assume you have a source from which you acquire it."

Tim was now completely white, and unable to even squeak.

"So if you know where to get some from, why don't you get your mobile and organise a twenty of green?"

Tim blinked, trying to clear his head. Was he hearing what he thought he was hearing? Was his father asking him to get some weed, or was it some cunning way of trapping him into admitting that he smoked the stuff?

Ben was far quicker on the uptake. Beer and fags.........so why not, if this was the change in life style their father had said it was........why not some weed as well?

"Go on, Tim," he encouraged. "He's serious. He wants you to get some weed."

"Do you, dad?" Tim croaked, disbelieving hope struggling to replace fear in his brain.

"I do, Tim," Colin kept his voice serious. "Twenty should be enough for this evening, shouldn't it? It's so long since I smoked the stuff, I don't know what it costs now."

"Twenty'll be loads," Tim managed to say. Twenty, for boys who only occasionally had enough spare cash to buy a joint to share between them, was a huge amount!

"Go do it, then," Colin instructed, and waited while his older boy produced his mobile, sent a text and, after a minute or two, got a reply.

"I'll have to go out for a bit," Tim said, "Only down to The Bear and back, so I won't be long."

"Fine," Colin agreed and got up to get his wallet. He extracted two twenty pound notes and held them out towards the boy. "Why don't you see if you can pick up two, just in case we run out?"

"What's all this about, dad," Ben asked when Tim had gone on his errand. Although two years younger, Ben was a lot quicker on the uptake about all sorts of things

"You'll find out soon enough," Colin told him, "But for now, could you get the barbie out from the garage and set it up."

"We havin' burgers an' stuff?" Ben enthused, thirteen again, "Wicked!"

Tim returned fifteen minutes later and plonked down two bags of green on the garden table.

"That what you wanted?" he stared at his father, still a challenge in his eyes. It was a trap, he knew it was a trap, he just couldn't see where the trap was.

"Perfect," Colin said, "And now perhaps you could dig out some more cold beers from the fridge and then start putting some of that stuff to use."

"Ben can roll that," Tim said, before adding with a trace of sarcasm, "I don't suppose you thought about papers, though, did you."

"Actually, I did," Colin smirked at his elder boy, "You'll find those in the drawer on the CD stand."

Tim returned with three chilled cans and a packet of king size red papers. He tossed the papers to his brother and handed round the beers.

"He got big ones," Tim pointed out, unnecessarily, "You'll have a job rollin' a two skinner with those."

"Why not just use one paper?" Colin asked, mildly.

"Not gonna be very big for three," Tim still had an air of defiance. Something was wrong, but he couldn't pin down what it was.

"No, one paper each," Colin said patiently and waited for the penny to drop.

"One joint each?" Ben's voice, which was on the edge of breaking anyway, went up almost a full octave.

"That was what I was thinking," Colin observed.

"Wicked!" Ben crooned and set to work.

"And Tim," Colin looked at the older boy, "We are going to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening out here, drinking beer and getting stoned as well as eating burgers, sausages, chicken and steak from the grill; don't you think you might be a little overheated in those jeans?"

"Yeh, Tim," his brother said without looking up from his work, "Go an' stick some shorts on. Like me," he added, flashing his brother a quick glance. Tim was well aware that Ben had nothing on under his shorts and that he was being dared to do the same.

"Yeh, ok," Tim conceded and went off to change, even to the extent of accepting his brother's dare.

"Right boys," Colin announced when cans were opened and joints lit, "We need to have a chat, but before we start I need you both to promise that you are going to be totally, utterly, completely honest."

That sounded like the trap starting to close, Tim thought, and, defiant again he demanded to know why.

"Because if you are, then afternoons and evenings like this will become a regular part of our life; if you're not, then we'll just regard this as an experiment that didn't work."

"You mean, if we're honest about whatever it is, then we get to have beer and fags and weed again?" Ben was certainly interested.

"Got it in one," Colin grinned at him; "Every Friday was what I had in mind. More often in the school holidays."

"I'm in," Ben announced; thirteen year olds are fairly easy to bribe.

Fifteen year olds are less so, and Tim still sensed a trap.

"How you gonna know if we're bein' honest or not?" he asked, trying to work out where the trap lay.

"Because I trust you," Colin answered, "That good enough?"

"S'pose," Tim conceded, though not without reservations. If the big secret, the really, really big, potentially life destroying secret, was still a secret then there was no reason, he thought, that it shouldn't remain a secret.

"Let's get started, then," Colin drew on his joint, exhaled slowly and looked at the blue, blue sky. "Your mother never stopped complaining about some of the things she had to wash; I'm wondering why washing of that nature has not made an appearance since we moved in here."

Neither boy had the faintest idea what their father was talking about, that was obvious from the blank looks on their faces.

Colin spelt it out for them: "Before we moved in here, a large number of your socks and boxers, and even shirts sometimes, were crusty with cum; not a sign of it here."

He watched the blood drain slowly from two teenage faces.

"Dad," Tim, half croaked, half whispered, "That's private." The trap had opened before him, and it was an abyss he was staring down into.

"Complete honesty, remember, Tim? It's not private because I am concerned. A boy of your age should be wanking at least twice a day; and at your age," looking at Ben, "Probably nearer six. I certainly didn't drop below three till I was about seventeen."

Both boys were now as white as proverbial sheets, though there was just a hint of something other than fear in Ben's eyes.

"What's bothering me," Colin had to give them an escape route, "Is that, because you now have to share a bedroom, you can't deal with things when they need dealing with and have to lock yourselves in the bathroom, have a quick one while you're in the shower or something. And if that is the case...........I apologise, I know it's not fair, but we can't afford a bigger house."

Tim saw a lifeline, at least a rope ladder leading out of the abyss. "Yer," he whispered, hoping that the abyss would close.

Ben was brighter, he knew if they went down that route, it was a dead end, certainly an end to beer and fags and weed. He knew his father was not going to swallow the idea that they both just wanked in secret.

"What would you have done if you'd had to share a bedroom with a brother, dad?" he asked, attack always being the best form of defence, especially when confronting a parent.

"Wanked each other stupid, I expect," Colin smiled at his younger boy. `You, my son, have got balls' he thought.

"That answer your question, dad?" Tim asked, hope pouring out of him. Could they get away with that, embarrassing as it was?

"Not quite, Tim. It would be totally understandable if the two of you had discovered that someone else's hand is much better than your own, but that, in itself, wouldn't account for the complete absence of spunk rags in the washing."

The pit which had seemed to be closing, opened again.

"Dad, please," Tim begged.

"Of course," Colin continued, relentlessly, "If you'd also discovered sucking, that might account for it............... provided you both swallow, of course." He followed his straight left jab with a right cross.

"Daaaaaaaaad," Tim wailed; he was on the edge of the abyss again, and this time hanging on by his fingernails.

"You ever do that, dad? Suck cock and swallow?" Ben to the rescue again, fighting even though he was cornered.

"Of course I did, Ben," Colin smiled at him again; "I was a teenager once, you know."

"So you ain't mad at us for doin' it?" Ben wanted clarification. His defensive counter attack had, he saw, opened a possible way out of the corner.

"Of course I'm not. In fact I'm quite the opposite."

"What, pleased????" Tim couldn't get his head round that. That just did not make sense! A father saying he was pleased his sons sucked each other? No way!

"Get your brother another beer, Ben, he seems to have some trouble talking: must be a dry throat or something."

Ben snorted and added, not quite sotto voce, "Deep throat, more like."

"Can he do that?" Colin asked, somehow keeping his voice tone to one of innocent enquiry.

Tim went from white to red, Ben spluttered the beer he was trying to swallow all over his shirt.

"You're really not mad with us, are you, dad," Ben said when he'd recovered, his admiration for his parent going up by several hundred percent.

"No son, I'm not. I'm proud that you're two healthy boys with plenty of spunk in your balls and enough sense to use it. And how could I be mad at you for doing what I'd have done if I'd had the chance? Now, go get more beer and then start rolling another set of joints."

Tim stared at his father, trying to work it all out.

"I thought you'd kill us if you knew we did that stuff," Tim at last found the balls to say.

"Wrong, then, weren't you," Colin said. "And I wouldn't be mad at you if you told me you were fucking each other." Colin had to try to help poor Tim up from the edge of his abyss, give him the chance to make the big confession.

Tim screwed up every last bit of courage he had. He knew they were bound to be found out eventually, so why not admit it now, when it seemed that at least they wouldn't get slaughtered.

"We are," he whispered, not daring to look his parent in the eye.

"Thank fuck for that," Colin breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at his boy, "And well done, Tim, that took an awful lot of balls to admit it."

Tim looked up, faced his parent, "Dad, you don't know how scared shitless we've been that you'd find out, but........well...........you know......"

"Know what?" Ben returned just in time to catch Tim's last two words.

"Know that fucking is fun," Colin said casually; "And in case you haven't found out yet, Tim, fucking a boy is far better than fucking a girl."

"You told him?" Even bold Ben was aghast that his brother had revealed that!

"I think he knew," Tim said lamely.

"Didn't know until you just told me, but I certainly had my suspicions."

"An' it's ok?" Ben couldn't really believe that. Surely there had to be a parental ban on that! They might get away with sucking each other, but fucking? No way!

"I think that first thing tomorrow we should go out and buy you two a double bed. Push your singles together for tonight, and until the new one is delivered."

"Are you serious?" Tim was in shock; not only had he been hauled from an abyss that now seemed to have slammed shut, but what had been a dark, dark hole now seemed to be full of light.

"Unless you'd prefer to keep things as they are."

"No way!" Ben was vehement. No more bracing himself against a window ledge while his brother shagged him!

"And I'll give you some proper anal lube; its water based so the sheets'll wash easily."

He looked hard at his two boys, "If you're going to fuck, then do it properly and enjoy it. No worrying about stains and no worrying about keeping quiet. If I hear you at it, then I'll just have to have a wank, won't I."

"Can we ask you some stuff, dad?" Ben asked, though he kept his eyes fixed on the three joints he was creating. There was more to all this that just getting them to admit to what they did with each other, Ben was sure of that.

"Ask away."

"Did you do stuff with boys when you were our age?"

"Yup. Wanked and sucked and fucked."

"Cool," Ben breathed. "An' did you ever do it with a guy?"

Tim went a bit pale again, this might be going just that bit too far! Confess to doing stuff with each other, but to admit that they both had been with a man!!!!!!!!

"Only once," and Colin told them the story about when he was fifteen and went down south with his mate Chris and had his cherry popped by his mate's uncle.

"Didn't you ever do it again?"

"Not with a man. Even at fifteen I was much more into boys when I couldn't get hold of a cunt to fuck. I did introduce a wank mate of mine to fucking though, a kid called Ryan. He had a long, thin cock with a really tight foreskin. I loved having that up me."

"You still fancy boys?" Ben again, curious.

"Too right," Colin smiled.

"Is that why you got divorced?"

"No, that was because your mother found Norman, and Norman's got a lot more money than me."

"Do you fancy us?" Tim asked slowly. Is that where this was going?

"Good question, Tim. And being honest, in a way I do. You are two gorgeous, sexy boys, and if I wasn't your father, I'd be trying to work out how to get you into bed. But I am your father, and I don't think it's possible to combine that with being your boyfriend. So, no, I'm not planning on doing anything like that."

Tim breathed a sigh of relief. Not that he didn't fancy his father in an abstract sort of way, but he knew he could never do stuff with him, just because he was his father.

"Not that I'd object to catching the odd glimpse of what makes you so attractive to each other," Colin said, half tease, half for real!

"See mine any time," Ben offered, handing out the completed joints.

"BEN!" his brother almost shouted.

"Bollocks, Tim, lighten up. Thinks what's going on here: we got this stuff regular now," he held up his joint and picked up his can; "Mine's empty, by the way; we got permission to do whatever we want in bed, even got a double bed comin' so we can do it properly an' not be scared shitless in case we get caught. An if he wants to see us naked, then I reckon that's a fair fuckin' deal!"

The already well on the way to being stoned thirteen year old stood up, slightly unsteadily, and peeled off his beer damp shirt, following it by somehow removing his shorts without falling over.

"There you are, dad," he announced as he stood and revealed his all; "Like what you see? I know Tim does," he added with a giggle. "Now let's see yours," he demanded of his father.

This wasn't quite what Colin had planned, but he couldn't back out now. He stood and dropped his shorts, noticing how Ben's eyes fastened on his bits.

"Wow," Ben breathed with admiration, "Like Tim's, but a bit bigger!"

"You just like cock," Tim snorted.

"So do you!"

"Yeh, but I like cunt as well!"

"Ain't got round to that, yet," Ben, now not one hundred percent in control, confided to his father. "Might not even bother."

"I'm sure you will," Colin comforted him, "Give it a year or so."

"More beer, Tim," Colin instructed, fairly certain that the younger boy wouldn't make it to the fridge and back, and also thinking that he needed a short break from his brother's teasing.

"You like boys, don't you," Ben half slurred after he'd taken a gulp from his fresh can.

"I think we've established that."

"You got one? Boyfriend?" Ben stared hard at his father.

"That's partly what this is all about," Colin confessed. "I needed to be certain that it was ok for you to know. Yes, I do have a boyfriend."

"WICKED!!!!" Ben screamed, "Who, how long, how old? Tell, tell, tell!"

"For exactly one week, and he's fourteen. And as for who he is, you'll find out."

"If he's fourteen, that means he goes to our school," Tim, said, getting a bit concerned. "That means he'll know us."

"Think he probably does," Colin agreed.

"Is that wise, dad? I mean, you can't have him round here when we're about; it'd be, well, just a bit awkward."

"Don't think so, Tim." Tim was not convinced.

"Dad?" Ben said, slowly and carefully, knowing that he was about to tread on the most dangerous ground he'd ever trodden on; "You say you got a boyfriend.........how would you feel.....if...I....told you....I got one as well?" he finished in a rush.

"I'd say, `is he good to you?'. Colin answered, knowing just how much this was costing Ben to admit.

"Yeh....I think so."

"And is he really your boyfriend, or are you just a boy for him to play with?"

"He's my boyfriend.....I think," Ben didn't rush his answer. "We bin goin' together for about six months."

Six months meant that Ben would still have been twelve when the relationship began, and Colin had one or two doubts about the motives of whoever it was that was bedding his younger son. He wisely decided that now was not the time to reveal those doubts; that, he thought, was something that could be resolved at a later time.

"Sounds as though I should meet him sometime," Colin smiled.

"Thanks, dad," Ben almost had a tear in his eye; "You are fuckin' amazin'!"

Tim's mobile buzzed, announcing the arrival of a text message.

"Oh, shit," Tim muttered when he read it.

"What's up?" from Colin, who had a fair idea of exactly what the message was, and who it was from.

"Adam," Tim said to no-one in particular.

"And who is Adam?" Colin asked, keeping his deception going.

"Mate from school," Tim got in quickly before his brother, who seemed to have got the taste for confessing things, announced that Adam was their joint fuck buddy.

His parent had accepted that he did stuff with Ben – which, in itself seemed unbelievable to Tim – and he hadn't gone mental when Ben revealed that he had a boyfriend, but Tim felt that these two bits of knowledge were as much as his father could be expected to take, and letting on that the fourteen year old who had just sent him a text message was a fourteen year old who both boys shagged frequently, would be one item of information too many.

"Wha's he want?" the still naked Ben half slurred. His cannabis and alcohol confused mind worked well enough on the subject of sex, but all other matters were now considerably more difficult. Adam was their fuck buddy, so perhaps Adam was in need of a fuck, and that was an idea Ben could grasp with crystal clarity, especially as he was mentally salivating over the sight of his father's bigger than his brother's, cock.

"Says he's got something to tell us," Tim explained, adding, "Something important," as he correctly gauged his younger brother's thought direction. He flashed Ben a look that said "NO!", followed by another that implied, "Wait till bedtime!"

"If it's important, why not ask him to come round?" Colin suggested, in a tone that suggested he was being a thoughtful father, rather than the scheming, boy-fancying individual that he was. He sneaked another look at his younger boy's equipment, and felt a little pang of jealousy that some other man had access to that delightful, but to him, no-go, area.

"Daaad," Tim wailed, "We're gettin' pissed an' stoned! Ben's already well gone: what's Adam gonna think?"

Tim was well aware that it was not usual for two adolescent boys to get pissed and stoned with their father, especially when one of them was naked and showed no signs of wanting to be anything other than in that state. What would happen if Adam told anyone? Tim's `cred' obsessed, fifteen year old mind did not take into consideration that there was no chance of Adam saying a word to anyone, certainly not for as long as his arse welcomed their cocks as eagerly as it did!

"You're not gonna tell me that a mate of yours is a teetotal, non-smoker, are you?" Colin grinned; "And Ben can put his shorts back on, if that's what you're worried about."

Ben wanted to say that putting his shorts back on would not be necessary, since Adam was well aware of what Ben's cock was like, soft and hard, and he wouldn't be at all put out by the sight of Ben naked, but another glare from his brother kept him silent.

"Get him round," Colin urged again, "We got plenty of stuff for the barbie.......and I don't think the weed's gonna run out, is it Ben?"

"No way," Ben retorted, chuffed that this amazing turn in their family life had designated him as weed controller. He did produce far better spliffs than his brother, so it was only right, but even so, it was good to be accepted as being in charge.

"All right," Tim conceded; "But Ben's gotta put his shorts on. You, too, dad," he added, realising that his father was still on display as well.

Tim sent the required text, including their address, which, as far as Tim knew, Adam was unaware of, and when the reply came, he said, "He'll be round in five."

"Shorts on, Ben," Colin instructed, pulling his own back up; "Then four joints, please. And Tim, four more cans, I think; can't have your mate going thirsty, wouldn't be polite."

Adam arrived and it took all of ten seconds to establish that he had a serious lack of objections to weed and beer. His new man, he thought, really did know how to treat a boy properly, and not just in bed, either!

"You sure it's ok?" Tim asked, referring to the weed and beer and the fact that Adam had to go home later.

"Ol' lady said I could stay over............if that's all right," looking at Colin for confirmation.

"Fine by me," Colin smiled expansively.

"Wicked," Ben beamed, already thinking of three in a bed.

Adam played his part superbly, almost as though he was improvising on his guitar. It had been more than something of a shock when he realised that the man whose cock he had given himself to, had used that cock to produce his two teenage fuck friends, but knowing it had just made things even better. He had a man to make him feel special, and two mates to have as much fun with as he wanted. What fourteen year old with very active spunk makers could ask for more?

"I'll get the food going while you three chat," Colin said, and took himself off to the barbie. The boys huddled together, scented smoke rising in a fug around them, as Adam imparted his secret in an easily heard whisper.

"Took your advice," Adam whispered, loudly enough for Colin to hear.

"You what?" from Tim.

"Had it with a man," Adam smirked. "You were dead right; fuckin' amazing!"

"When, where, what's he like?" Ben squealed, prompting his brother to shush him.

"Asked me to be his boyfriend," Adam announced, proudly.

"You say `yes'? Ben wanted to know and by way of an answer, Adam displayed his new signet ring.

"Cool," Tim breathed.

"Wicked," Ben chirped.

"What's the design?" Tim asked, peering closely at the engraved, black stone.

"'C' over `A'," Adam smirked, waiting for the penny to drop. It didn't, so he explained; "Colin on top of Adam."

"Neat," Ben breathed in admiration; "So who's `Colin'?"

"Guy in his late thirties; fuckin' fantastic in bed. An' he teaches me guitar as well."

"Dad's good on the guitar," Ben announced, too fuddled to make the obvious connection.

"And he's called `Colin'," Tim said slowly, who was less fuddled and starting to make that connection.

"Fuck!" Ben almost screamed as the light dawned. "He said he'd got a new boyfriend! You shaggin' with our dad??!!?"

"Told you you'd find out who he was," Colin grinned from where he was grilling huge quantities of meat. "I hope neither of you have any objections?"

"No way," Ben chortled, for him this was just so................'wicked'!

Tim was less certain.....did his father know about......?

"And it's ok, boys, I know about you and Adam, and you all have my blessing as far as playing games with each other goes. So long as he saves a few decent mouthfuls for me, that is!"

"Is that how you found out, dad?......... About us?" Tim asked, unsure as to why Adam should have revealed something so secret.

"Yes, but Adam had no idea that you were my boys, or even that I had any idea who you were. He didn't give any secrets away, so no need to worry about that. And he only told me what he did because I was sucking his cock and wouldn't let him spunk till he'd given me all the details of his sex life.

Ben sniggered, "Dirty old dad! Bet you got a good mouthful after that!"

"Sure did," Colin agreed. "I've been doing guitar with Adam almost since we moved here, and he was generous enough to let me suck him last Friday when you were at your mother's. I knew then I wanted him to be my boyfriend, but I was worried about you two. Then, on Sunday, after we'd fucked and Adam had agreed to be my boyfriend, I realised that if I could get you two to open up about things there'd be no need to keep the fact that I had a boyfriend a secret from you, and we could all have as much fun as we wanted."

"Nice one, dad," Tim agreed, understanding now why their confessions had been so important, and glad that he'd done it, mind searing as it had been at the time.

"And Adam," Colin said, a hint of reproof in his voice, "I still think those shorts are horrible!"

"You know what to do about it," Adam smirked.

"Boys," Colin nodded towards Tim and Ben," Would you be so kind?"

Adam stood and allowed Tim to remove his shirt while Ben deprived him of his shorts, the only two items of clothing he was wearing apart from his trainers.

"Can we, dad?" Ben pleaded.

"I think a nude barbie would be well in order," Colin agreed, not at all unhappy with the prospect of a few hours gorging his eyes on three naked teenagers, one of whom, he knew, would spend many of those hours snuggled in close to him.

He didn't expect, though, that when they were inside the house once darkness fell, that his two boys would be playing the same games as those he played with Adam, on the sofa opposite.

"You're right, dad," Ben declared just before they went to their beds, "Cock and hole is far better than tit and slit."

"How would you know?" Tim snorted derisively, "You've never been anywhere near tit, let alone slit!"

"He's right, though," Adam agreed, dreamily, "When it comes to using your cock, girls are definitely second best!"

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