Tiffey and I decided that as JJ got older, we should probably back off and not interfere with normal development. From infancy his little dick was being sucked by Tiffey, Sandra, occasionally Tom...and very often, me! When she was still nursing him, sometimes I'd kneel between Tiffey's legs and take his pee-pee in my mouth and just suck gently while his little mouth sucked her nipples. It was fantastically erotic!
But we wanted everything to be well for him further on in later life, without hang-ups from vague, bewildering traumas of guilt during his later growing-up years. We knew we'd miss terribly our mouth-milking on his sweet peter, and were very sad to reach this conclusion. Somehow, sensing the cynical future, we'd never made movies or took pictures of our lovely wild and blatant sexual escapades with him. In sum, our love was complete and endless for young JJ. Our devotion was endless and we wanted a normal development -the best we could provide.
Meanwhile, the white-hot sessions with Sandra and Tom continued, resulting in some of the most phenomenal sex one could ever dream about!
Sandra had a marvelous clit that protruded about an inch when she was really aroused. Tiffey and I would take turns sucking it...loving the erotic, slobbering gaze of Tom's eyes devouring every movement of our mouth...and it was even better with Tom's cock fucking furiously into her soaked cunt. God, it was SOOOOOO fucking good! And Tom and I indulged with many intense 69 sessions as we sucked and licked each other's cock and ass! We always had a full gallery of blazon view as Tiffey and Sandra fingered each other when they watched us in our gulping 69 sessions, complete with our faces soaked in each other's cum. Then they consumed each other's clits...
One night we all sat watching a movie on TV when JJ plopped down beside me and asked, "Dad, can we go away? Just you and me?"
I laughed and answered "Sure enough, but Mom will be upset about her men going off without her. Are you sure that's what you want?" He gave Tiffey a quick glance, fell silent for awhile, then stated that he just wanted to talk to me about some "guy" things. Tiffey just smiled and look away...but I noticed it was one of "those" smiles I'd known for many years! She knew exactly what he was thinking...and why he needed hid dad...
Later after he'd gone to bed, Tiffey talked and finally said, said, "I think he needs a heavy dose of male bonding. There seems to be more and more jotted spots and spurt inside his shorts! And that turns me on immensly!"
That brought on some hefty, wicked giggles from us both. And Tiffey watched my cock quiver under the sheet. "I just hope," I said shortly, "...Would you believe," I began, "I still feel tugs in my mind sometimes about just possibly him remembering too much from THOSE years when Sandra licked him; then Tom and you and me sucking him. So often find myself fantasizing about the taste of his maturing cock..."
Tiffey kissed me softly on the forehead. "I know, dear...and I find myself fantasizing about what his cock tastes like now. How it would feel in my pussy."
God almighty! THAT thought set me off to stroking with one hand and massaging with the other. And Tiffey so loved to watch my hands make my cock so sweet and hard for her mouth! Oh, indeed! Personal lust deserved erotic company! She sighed and easily unzipped my pants and said, "It won't ever really go away, will it? I mean, all these years we've held back, abstained from indulging in giving him sexual love. But still, I wonder..." Then she gripped my cock and stroked it into her mouth...and my hips went ballistic! "Fuck my mouth, baby! I so much love your cum! Give it to me! I want it so much! Will you ever know how much I relish sucking your delicious cream from your cock?" I held her head softly and fucked her mouth as streams boiled from my toes and rose up my legs into the warm wet refuge that was her sucking mouth! She twisted and, in 69, instantaneously I felt her pussy cum splash on my lips and into my mouth. We both so much loved to taste the cum of each other...
For awhile she said nothing, then..."Do what you need to do. I know you'll handle it well," Tiffey mused finally." As an afterthought she added. "Why not take him up to the cabin? You still have lots of work left to do there. I'd hoped we'd have it finished by now."
That did it.
And she was right. JJ couldn't do a lot of heavy stuff of course, but another pair of hands would really help me get a lot more done. But I could probably teach him to plumb and square...and he could scrape and paint without any problem. And there were a lot of other things he could help with.
And on the drive up, he seemed cheerful, more so than lately and I was happy about that.
We got in about sunset and after looking around a bit, we trudged back to the car and split for a meal at my favorite diner, 12 miles away.
Once back, we started to talk, but he'd suddenly become rather moody again. I just let him alone to bide my time...and let him pick his own moment to open up a bit. I flicked on the tube, surfed around, but found nothing interesting.
JJ was beginning to twitch and feel antsy on the sofa. "Hey, big guy," I said. "Why not take a shower now? I'll get mine when you're done." He thought for a moment, then said, "OK, but can I use the one in the loft? Yours and Mom's? I've never used that one before."
"Sure thing, sonny. This is our weekend. We can do anything you'd like to do. Wanna start out fishing in the morning?" JJ: "Yeah, that sounds good."
After he'd padded away I thought, "small talk." Nothing yet, but I guess he just needs time to get his young mind right. Twelve, after all, is a very awkward age...
I went up later and he'd finished in the shower and had hopped in bed. He had the blanket pulled up to his chin.
I showered and when I came out, he'd turned off the light and appeared to be asleep. I got in the other bed, thought about things that still needed to be talked about...and was on the verge of dropping off to sleep when I felt the covers move and JJ climbed in with me.
A bit startled, I asked, "Bad dream?" Hell, all kids have `em, and I thought that might be why he climbed in with me.
"No." he answered firmly. "I just want to be close to you now."
With a father's pride, I smiled into the dark. Someday, I hope he'd really understand how much I loved him. My little boy! Wow, it made me tingle all over!!!! I turned over and dropped off to sleep. Sometime later, I felt his arm go around my waist. It felt wonderful that he was this close to me. We didn't sleep together now like we did when he was younger. Part of the "separation" process that Tiffey and I had agreed upon.
He snuggled closer and I was surprised to feel him naked against my back! Hmmm. I knew at home he wore PJ's when he first went to bed, but somehow they got lost in his sleep. Tiffey and I both knew he slept nude and silently salivated at the thought. After that started, that's when she had found the cum spots on his sheets.
But here he was, nudging against me without a stitch on. Lonely cabin, 12 miles away from anything. A wonderful retreat to find real privacy. I felt my groin stirring and sorta moved my leg over the other to put a bit of distance between us. Not that I wanted to do that; the last thing I wanted was to move away. But I was trying to find some will power and do this right. My mind was streaking with zillions of seductive, erotic fantasies. But each time I moved away a bit, he'd just nudge closer and hold on to me. Then I felt his cock getting hard against the crack of my ass. I was instantly hard and it was really a monumental effort to stay calm at that moment. I so much wanted to rock back against him and feel his cock press firmly into my ass...
I sat up in bed, looked down at him and asked, "Feel like chatting a bit now?" Then his tears flowed with loud sobs and it sounded like the depth of his very soul was erupting into the night. I said nothing but pulled him as close as I could and just rocked with him in the bed. Finally he stopped sobbing and said, "There are just so many thoughts I have; so many things I don't understand...so many feelings that are strange and mysterious...yet they all seem delightful." Then he sobbed again, but calmed down when I held him closer. Finally, he started blubbering again. "My playmates tell me so many things! I don't know what's truth or lie anymore!"
Harder I held him to me: "what do they say?" I asked. My cock was beyond rigid...
He'd been a brilliant child and his mind was agile and sharp. His grades in school were almost always straight A's across the board. He spoke more like an adult than a bewildered, frightened child...like he was right now.
"Whatever you need answered, I'm right here, son. Anything and everything you want to know...any problem you have. Hell, don't you know that's what good dads live for? To help their little men be the best he can and wants to be!!!"
I found myself choking on the moment. So many feelings zipping around in my OWN mind. God, for an instant I almost hated Tiffey for putting me in this jam!
JJ started again. "Well...some boys at school keep talking about cocks and pussies," he finally blurted out. "I mean they're no older than I am but they talk about this stuff all the time!"
I laughed out loud in spite of myself. I had been consumed by the dread that he may have recalled his nursing years. It would have been a horror if, in our own greed, Tiffey and I had ruined him for life. I can't describe the relief I felt right then!
So I hugged him again and related how the same thing happened to me when I was a boy his age. He was astonished by that. About everyone talking, no one explaining anything. Sex stuff that had to be learned from any other source but home.
"Alright," I`d continued softly. "They're talking about sex stuff that you don't know about...and it's time now to learn."
I remembered Tiffey's soothing comment about needing male bonding. Ok, right. Now it's time for just that...bonding!
"We start from the beginning..."
...And I blathered on forth for about 15 minutes about little girls, little boys. Big girls and big boys. God, I scared myself with the narrative to him. Then he confessed what I already knew, that he was having wet dreams at night...and with a little prodding from me, admitted that long ago, he'd found out the private joy of masturbating; that exquisite feeling of cum shooting from his dick to spasmed muscles on his tummy.
"Another word for it is, "jerking off," I told him.
"Yeah, that's what the guys at school call it. And Sammy even pulled out his cock and jerked off so we could all see!"
Can you comprehend how delicate all of this was? My mind was SCREAMING to see his cock move through his fist, then his cum to splatter all over his belly. I had the blanket over my waist to hide the raging hard-on that just wouldn't go away... Anyway, he related that he'd started about 4 years before, exploring his body with his hands, and then discovered how wonderful it felt when he stroked his cock. "Yes it does feel wonderful, son. And also what's wonderful is that it's as natural as brushing your teeth!"
"Do you do it, dad? Jerk off I mean."
"Of course, John. Don't you think I'm normal?"
"Oh, I didn't mean that, dad. I just didn't know if grown-ups did it or not."
"There are some pleasures that grown-ups bring with them from their childhood as they get older. And Mom and I aren't exactly fossils, you know!"
JJ laughed hysterically at this. I mean he couldn't stop! Finally, he almost choked and I had to pound his back so he could breathe again. It had been a very nervous laugh...
We didn't talk for awhile. I lay back, lit a smoke and just let things ease up a bit. I had to prop up one leg to hide the throbbing cock between my twitching legs. That kid had no idea how much all of this had aroused me. JJ scrunched a bit more in bed. I could sense another question coming...
Then it came: "Does Mom, I mean, well..."
"Yes? What about Mom?
"Golly! I mean...does...Mom jack off, too?"
Now my laughter made my cock a bit soft! Such a lovely, natural question! And it triggered a memory for ME about seeing her erotic fingers swirl and plunge into her drenched pussy...
A dialogue of truth; only to be answered with complete and utter truth. If I bailed out now, I would lose his trust forever.
So I spoke: "Yes, JJ. Mom "jerks off too. In most unique ways sometimes." I felt the twitch of his leg against my thigh when I said this. JJ was silent, then asked, "How does she do it, Dad?"
Perhaps I gulped. I really don't remember. I just know my cock grew hard and more rigid as I spoke. I told him about dildos, vibes, cucumbers, bananas, carrots...and finally about flexible cocks that probed and gave her pleasure when her blood was hot and her cunt was very wet and needing. I think I was over-elaborate with explaining, but half of my body was burning to feel his cock erupt in my mouth...and the other half of my brain was drooling to watch his cum gush inside her sucking mouth!
I felt a subtle movement, unseen in the dark. And I knew that JJ's hand had moved to gently stroke his cock.
Finally his legs swung out of bed. "Gotta go pee," he mumbled. I saw the light come on through the door crack at the bottom and used the opportunity to squeeze and stroke my cock again, hoping I could cum really fast before he got back.
No luck there. That raging dick of mine only throbbed more.
He came back and I noticed he'd turned on the night light against the far wall by the big bay window.
I'd made it very large and wide and he straddled in front of the picture glass looking out across the valley. I could see his front reflection even in dim light...a benefit from the profusion of the bubbled globs that floated in inner plastic of the night-lite. My eyes were lasered on his cock and I thought about how much bigger it was than when I'd nursed it with my mouth so many years ago...
My cock was dripping with pre-cum and I inwardly laughed at the thought of ripping off the sheets in the morning for a trip to the laundry room. I lit another smoke.
I was totally wide awake and knew I'd never get back to sleep until I had a fantastic cum. I was so turned on, yet couldn't reveal anything yet. It was insanely agonizing! Blah!
A low flying private plane was humming its way along the canyon walls of the valley and I thought that if there was a voyeur aboard, he or she would get a great shot of a naked lad with a beautiful cock standing in front of the picture window. I almost made a phone call to rent a plane! LOL! Then the plane made a slow circle and swept again over the A-frame roof. An erotic stranger in the night who loved the sight of my JJ' cock!
Again I squirmed a bit in the bed, trying to rearrange my crotch which was deeply entombed in pj's, fantasy; still throbbing with a nut-ache.
JJ finally came back to bed but didn't get under the blanket.
He just sprawled naked on top and put both hands behind his head. "I like to lay like this at home, dad," he said shortly. "I just love the feeling of being nude. It makes me have those...'feelings.'"
"Yeah, me too." I stammered, tongue-tied about the moment.
"Then why do you have on your PJ bottoms?" He asked, with so much innocence in his voice.
Hmmm...a damn good question.
"I just didn't want to upset you, JJ. Fathers don't usually get nude with their son in the bed with him."
"I don't see why. One of the boys told me that he sleeps naked in bed with his mom and dad all the time. They're naked too."
Holy shit! This chat was taking a journey that I didn't expect.
"I guess it's fine if no one gets upset about it," I muttered, knowing the comment was somewhat lame, but I was trying to think ahead as to how to move on.
JJ turned over finally and propped on one arm. "Dad, did you jack off today?"
Wow oh wow! Another broadside I had never expected. This getting "honest and truthful" stuff was getting hard to handle!
"No, not yet," I answered, trying my best to sound casual and matter-of-fact about it.
"Just not in the mood, huh? Sometimes I'm like that; so are the guys at school. But most of the time, I need to jack off before I can sleep."
I was sweating when I thought, these were the last words I had expected from him. Somehow I'd lost touch, or just plain forgotten how the mind worked at his age.
Kids will sometimes blurt out stuff that is really a shock. Usually, though, it was to his peers and not his parents. I was groping for something to say.
Before I could talk, I watched his hand move slowly down to his groin and wrap around his cock. It was beginning to bounce a bit and was getting larger by the second. I guessed it was at least 7", an incredible size and beauty for a boy his age!
He stared at me, wondering if I would tell him to stop, but I just couldn't do anything but...stare.
"Uhhhhhh...uhhhhhhhh..." he was mumbling as the passion grew in his body. The cock-head was glistening now and my mouth watered at seeing its splendid crown shine more and more by the second. God!
"Do it with me, dad. Please! I've thought about this for months, wondering what it would be like to jack off with you."
My boy's mind was maturing much faster than I ever thought it would.
And the slant of our verbal exchange was moving to tolerance about men and women alike. I just knew in my heart at that moment that he would be bisexual. And that thought thrilled more than anything else could!
Slowly I moved the covers back and my cock leapt fully erect and bounced in the wonderfully soft night air. Still leaning on one arm, his hand was pumping harder on his cock. I felt like I was being led like a child down that wonderful path of mature sexual splendor I'd always hoped I'd find with him.
It was SOOOO erotic to stroke my cock with his eyes peering intently at my every movement. He nudged closer and rested his head on my nipples, watching my hand move faster and letting my fingers soothe over my balls while I stroked with thumb and index finger. He squirmed more and I could barely see his hand move up and down on his own cock. Then he started kissing my tummy and let his tongue creep slowly down until his mouth was barely an inch away from my cockhead.
`Oh my Lord, I cannot believe this moment!' my mind screamed.
I massaged his back and suddenly he was on his knees, still stroking but turned so I could see his throbbing cock move through his fist. I think I gulped twice and moved my hand to cover his, feeling the fleshy cum-wet shaft and my hand massage his balls.
I stroked gently from the crown to his bal-sac, then back again, delighting in the exquisite wetness from his cum. I marveled at how a 12-year-old could have such a huge, magnificent cock and have the volume of cum he seemed to possess in his young body.
Finally my mind just snapped.
I could no longer stand it with his delectable cock bobbing close to my face. I pulled the length into my mouth and let my tongue circle around the head, then lick along the dripping wet shaft to his balls.
Now he was sitting in my face and fucking my mouth like a pussy! I wanted to milk every drop of his cum. I wanted to INHALE all of that sweet, delicious cream. I wanted to suck his fantastic dick forever and ever!
"Oh, dad! Oh, dad! Oh, dad! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
He was screaming into the night while my mouth devoured his splendid cock. I could not get enough of him and I just kept licking and sucking until my cock exploded a ton of cum all over my belly.
I'd shot off without being touched! Just the astounding erotic vibrations of this wonderful time! His cum flowed like a river into my mouth and I savored a long time, then swallowed. I would remember the taste forever!
He fell back onto the bed, totally spent from the amazing cum he'd just experienced. Perhaps he thought about his friends and knew that none of them at that moment had been sucked to the very depths of their young and curious souls!
The silence was disturbing for awhile and I hoped there would not be a guilt trip to experience now. My cock was still limp but drenched with cum. And finally, JJ moved again to his side of the bed, but I saw his eyes shine with happiness.
"I've had fantasies about that, dad. Almost every night for months I wanted to cum for you."
I hugged him close and felt his fingers move through the wetness on my belly. Then he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.
"I always do that to myself when I cum, dad. I love the taste!"
I watched the cream and love of my body ease into his lovely mouth. And tears welled in my eyes with more love than I thought I possessed...
We slept for awhile and woke up at the same time.
He was stroking his cock again and pleading with me to suck it deep into my mouth. I put his legs over my shoulder and let my fingers probe into his splendid ass while my mouth devoured that amazing cock again!
His cum was just as tasty as before and when I put him down, he rolled to me and surrounded my cock with his young mouth, running his tongue around in circles just as I had done with his.
It was incredible to feel my own son's mouth suck long and deep on my cock!
And I wondered if Tiffey had known this would happen. Somehow, that sly woman must have known that it would eventually come to this. After all, Sandra and Tom were sucking pussy and cock with their children. Had been for years. Seems it should be no surprise for us that now there was a glorious cock to feed our mouths, pussy...and perhaps, ass?
...And far away, Tiffey had eased her weary body onto the sofa in the living room. Scant time it took her to ease her fingers in her pussy and feel the residue thickness of Tom's cum still oozing, clinging to the rippled walls of her cunt. It had been so wonderful when Sandra has insisted on jerking off Tom's cock and watching it spew and spit all over her tummy, then plunge and erupt again inside her shaved cavern for Sandra's probing tongue! Anymore, her thoughts were constantly filled with the obsession of having her ass, pussy, and mouth filled with all the cum her friends could provide for her. And there was some ongoing instinct that soon...very soon...her mouth would also be having gobs of cum from his very young balls! And somehow, without really knowing, she knew that JJ's cum had found a warm, cocksucking mouth who dearly loved him!
End of Part Two