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Behind the Dutch mountains

By Freudz (c)

This tale is based on (un)true facts. After I published
Valley in the Dutch mountains a story in which my three
years younger friend Patrick and I experience an exciting
afternoon with a German man I received many request for a
sequel about the older Patrick. In three parts I reveal
how Patrick and I met fifteen years later and how it
turned into a family reunion. This is the third and last
part. Comments are welcome at freudz@hush.com

Part 3

The boy and girl were absorbed by the cartoons on the TV. I
remember us laughing about Tom and Jerry and Roadrunner. We
were all sitting on the couch. The boy was in between
Patrick and I and the girl was crouched on Patrick's Lap.
The major orgasm I just had in the showers had satisfied my
lust for the moment. I was merely enjoying the coziness of
being with this family. How charmed I was by their
magnetizing appearances.

For a brief moment I was worried about the kids telling on
me and wondered if my pre cum had left stains on his
daughters body or perhaps if Patrick could smell it on her.
But when I saw how relaxed everybody was, I soon regained my
nerves. I asked Patrick what we would do that day. The kids
both yelled that they wanted to go to the beach. Patrick
asked if that was ok with me. How could I have declined such
a stirring offer?

Patrick sent the kids upstairs to get dressed and we had a
quick breakfast in the meantime. Patrick must have selected
their clothes the night before, because the boy and girl
appeared in the kitchen only five minutes later. The girl
was wearing a pink ballet top and miniskirt. On her cute
feet she wore Barbie flip flops and on her head a matching
base ball cap. Without the long hair her boyish features
were even more stunning.

Her brother looked just as hot in his yellow shorts and
white tank top. His pale feet looked so delicate in the
brown leather sandals. Because I didn't bring any beach
clothes Patrick lent me a pair of his shorts and a T shirt.
When I also asked for a bathing suit he gave me a big wink
and replied that I wouldn't need one, because we were going
to a nude beach. He and his wife had been nudists for years
and the kids grew up with it.

With a twinkle in his eyes he said that he hadn't even given
it a second thought, to inform me. I admitted that I had
been a nudist too, ever since that day on the beach. Because
of the children I didn't get into further details, but
smilingly winked back at him. The though of the upcoming
events made my loins stir. We prepared some sandwiches and
drinks and put them in a cool box. The children brought some
spades and a bucket and Patrick some home grown grass.

We decided to take my leased car. Not only because my
company was paying for it, but more because the children
loved my purple Saab 93 convertible. The weather was great.
It was sunny and the sky was of the brightest blue. To the
delight of the kids, Patrick and I, we could drive with the
top down. Excitedly they yelled their names when we drove
through a tunnel to hear their echoes. Patrick directed me
to a small beach on the Northern Dutch coast.

I knew of the existence of the beach but I had never been
there before. The beach was quite narrow, about a hundred
meters. For such a sunny day it wasn't too crowded. Just a
few families with toddlers at the waterfront and a small
variety of other nude sunbathers scattered on the beach. We
decided to make our base somewhere in the middle. Not too
far from the sea but also out of the crying range of the
toddlers.

While we were settling our stuff I suggested a game. He or
she who would undress and get in the water first, would be
the nude beach champion of the day. Excitedly the children
already started to undress, but I stopped them. I made us
stand in a circle, hold each others hands and look each
other in the eyes. After I had counted down from five, all
four us started to undress like crazy. This must have been
such a funny scene.

A nearby couple looked up from their magazines. They were
clearly disturbed by our misbehavior. The boy had undressed
him self the quickest and was running towards the sea. I
followed seconds afterwards. Patrick and his daughter were
still behind because she needed assistance with her skirt.
The boy was quick but I ran by him into the water and dove
in a high wave. When I turned around to look for him, he
came walking towards me, loudly uttering his dismay.

I teased him that he had probably run faster if he'd had
smaller balls. He shrieked and with both hands he began to
splash water in my face. Instinctively I quickly turned my
head but because of the salty water my vision was blurred
for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes and turned my head
back I saw that he was preparing to give me a second round.
Quickly I stepped forwards and grab one of his arms and an
ankle and threw him in a big wave.

I must have surprised him with my sudden move because when
he came back up he was disorientated and rubbing his eyes.
He looked around to see were I was, but I'd already swum to
deeper water. Revengeful he followed me. The sea bottom was
pretty shallow and even after swimming a considerable
distance I could still stand with my head above the surface.
I remained where I was to wait for the boy. Right before he
reached me he dove underwater and soon I felt his small hand
grab me firmly in my balls.

I took deep breaths to let the sharp pain subside.
Fortunately the cold water had a suiting effect on my
tormented crotch. He was clearly shocked by the serious 
expression in my face and repetitively excused himself. Soon 
we were back smiling. Because the boy couldn't stand on the 
sea floor and I could, he swam behind my back and clenched 
his arms around my neck for support. How nice it was to feel 
his cold shrunken pecker and balls rubbing against my back.

In the distance we heard his sister yelling at us. When I 
looked up I saw Patrick and his daughter approaching. The 
boy and girl were both good swimmers. In a country that is 
eighty percent below the sea level, children get swimming 
lessons from a very young age. Soon the girl was hanging on 
my front side, pressing her small soft body against mine. 
Even though the water was cold, I felt an unmistakable 
stirring in my loins.

In order not to embarrass myself, I decided that it was time 
let go of the kids. I left them with Patrick and swam by 
myself for a while until my cock had gone soft. In the 
meantime Patrick and the children had gone out of the water 
and were standing at a sandcastle in progress. When I 
approached them I saw they were in the company of a boy and 
girl. He looked to be around twelve years old and the little 
girl about eight, the age of Patrick's daughter.

They were building a sandcastle and Patrick's children 
offered their help. Happily the children agreed. I guess 
they were happy to have found playmates of their own ages. 
While Patrick's son went to get his beach equipment, I had a 
closer look at the twelve year old. How beautiful he was. 
Short curly brown hair and a slim well defined body. Above 
his soft two inch uncut dick a few hairs were visible. But 
what struck me most was that irresistible twinkle in his 
blue grayish eyes.

Pretending to watch the building process I lusted after this 
boy. He had a nice all over tan. His small round buns were a 
feast for the eyes. In order not to get visibly aroused 
again, I turned my head away from the boy. Then I noticed 
that Patrick was staring at the boy too. His shrunken cock 
had gone back to it's normal size and seemed to get harder. 
With a slightly embarrassed expression in his face he 
excused himself and ran to the water to go for a swim.

The girl was the cousin of the boy. They didn't look alike 
at all. Although the eight year old girl was very sweet and 
cute, she didn't have the sexy features of the boy or 
Patrick's children. The little girls went to collect sea 
shells to decorate the sand castle. Patrick's son had gotten 
his spade and bucket and both boys started to get down to 
some serious construction. I decided to let them be and 
walked back to our base.

Sitting on my towel I had a look around the beach. The 
couple that had observed us earlier looked to be in their 
late thirties. Although I didn't see them from up close, 
their shaven bodies seemed to be in good shape. Both were 
reading a magazine. Occasionally I saw the man secretly 
looking in our direction, from above his magazine. I wasn't 
sure why. Maybe he was a homophobic and had concluded that 
Patrick and I were a Bi cultural gay couple with adopted
children?

Suddenly I felt cold drops of water on my skin. Patrick had 
just gotten out of the sea and was standing above me. We 
laughed and opened two cans of beer. While he was rolling a 
joint I told him how I was enjoying my stay with him and his 
kids. I complimented him on the beauty of his breed and to 
his hilarity I dramatically praised the quality of his seed. 
While we were sipping our beers and sharing the joint I felt
the need to get totally straight with Patrick.

Carefully I told him what had happened that morning. Before 
he could open his mouth I recounted in detail what had taken 
place and the reasons why. How I didn't only have the 
impression that the kids had loved it, but also that it 
hadn't been their first time. He didn't react immediately 
but remained silent for some time. With a guilty expression 
on his face he started to tell how it had started with his
daughter about ten months before.

When his ex wife and he were still together, their children 
would often wake them up and lay with them in bed for a 
while. Sometimes they would even sleep with them. This 
didn't change after they separated. While in his marriage he 
would have occasional morning boners, after his divorce he 
had them every morning. One day his daughter had crawled in 
his bed in the middle of the night. He had only noticed it 
the next morning when he woke up with her laying on top of
him.

Even though they always slept in the nude, he normally 
wouldn't have allowed her to lay on top of him. He'd usually 
passed her on to his wife. But his wife wasn't there anymore 
and on that day he hadn't removed her. Instead he had 
watched and felt her slowly waking up. He had enjoyed her 
warmth and softness on his throbbing and leaking cock. 
Slowly they had rocked their bodies until he had cummed in
between them.

It had happened a few times more in the months afterwards. 
Patrick explained that he felt guilty about it. Even though 
she was clearly enjoying it and that he wasn't hurting her 
in any way. I surely understood his dilemma and tried to 
comfort him, but his revelation had also aroused me madly. 
Lying on my stomach I asked him more details about his 
experiences with the girl. Patrick said that they had tried
several things, besides fucking.

Smilingly he added that we both had knowledge of many other 
naughty things that can be done. He didn't wanna hurt or 
traumatize her. I praised him for his wisdom. He admitted 
that besides women he'd always liked young girls too. 
Suddenly, I asked him about the boy. Again he fell silent 
before answering. The smile on his face disappeared and back 
was this guilty expression. I patted his shoulder and told
him to relax and not to worry.

Patrick recounted how he had caught his son and his best 
friend in his bedroom, while they were playing with each 
others peckers. He hadn't freaked out but had dealt with it 
in a very mature way. He had reassured the boys not to be 
embarrassed and to continue but to lock the door in the 
future. Even though his daughters were with there mum and 
there was nobody else in the house, he had warned them
that they could never be sure.

The whole scenario had brought back memories to him about 
the things he and I had done when we were boys and that one 
time when we were caught by that German. Watching his son 
and the other young boy holding each others boners had 
aroused him madly. Immediately he had gone to the bathroom 
and furiously jerked off with the fresh and hot image 
printed on his mind. Full of guilty feelings he had
wondered the rest of the afternoon, why he was lusting after
two pre-teen boys of who one was his own son.

He admitted that during his marriage he had suppressed a lot 
of feelings. Even though his ex wife had been liberal 
concerning nudity and sex, she could never understand these 
feelings. The expression on his face showed how relieved he 
was to be able to talk about his true self. While he gave me 
a seductive wink he asked, if I wanted to rub sun block on 
his body. Luckily my cock had subsided a bit, so I could sit
on my knees without provoking our neighbors.

While I was rubbing the lotion on Patrick's body I spotted 
how our neighbor was spying on us from behind his magazine. 
The woman was laying on her side in the opposite direction. 
He was facing us directly. His legs were slightly opened and 
even from that distance I could see his large uncut cock. It 
was hanging down the guy's thigh and getting harder every 
second, until the guy closed and flexed his legs and kept 
his hardening tool trapped between them.

The moment I touched Patrick's ass I saw the guy quickly 
reposition his cock, so nothing was visible. Soon afterwards 
he put a towel around his waist and turned towards his wife. 
Patrick turned on his back to have his front done. I advised 
him to do it himself, because I would probably arouse him 
and that's not appreciated on nude beaches. Besides, the 
neighbor guy had aroused me and I quickly had to lay down on
my stomach. I opened some beers to cool down a bit.

The combination of joint, beers, sun and sea breeze soon 
made Patrick fall asleep. For some reason I wasn't sleepy at 
all. Instead I was excited. In the near distance I saw that 
the children were still heavily involved in their sand 
castle project. When I turned my head towards the couple I 
noticed that the guy had put on a pair of shorts and was 
occasionally looking at my direction. Suddenly he stood up 
and said something to his wife.

He walked towards the dunes, but strangely not in a straight 
line, but in a curve. This way he would have to pass us. 
When he walked by he looked me straight in the eyes and very 
quickly squeezed his crotch. Just like he'd had an itch. I 
followed him with my eyes until he disappeared behind the 
dunes. Excited by this unexpected event, I put on my shorts 
and walked to the children. I told them that I would be gone 
for a walk and to wake their dad up in an about hour.

Like most nudist beaches and parks in Holland, there is 
always a hidden cruising area, where mostly straight guys 
have gay sex. Even though it is illegal to have sex in the 
open, it is somehow allowed by Dutch society. While I was 
walking towards the dunes, I knew where I was going and what 
would probably happen. In my shorts I felt my cock rapidly 
hardening. Luckily I reached the dunes before showing my
family size tent to everybody on the beach.

On a first glimpse the dunes seemed deserted. Suddenly I saw 
him standing in the distance on the top of a dune. When I 
arrived he was sitting down in the valley. We greeted each 
other and had some small talk about the weather. To my 
delight he was a nice looking guy with a normal build body. 
Immediately I was struck by the irresistible twinkle in his 
blue grayish eyes. The bulge in his shorts clearly showed 
his arousal, but he seemed too shy or submissive to take the 
initiative. Slowly I started caressing his bulge.

Because he didn't make a move I took his nipples in my hands 
and started to twitch them firmer and firmer, until he 
started to moan. I wondered if his submissive attitude was 
based on shyness or inexperience. Even though I don't 
consider myself a true S&M fetishist, sometimes it can be 
very exciting and stimulating to totally dominate someone 
with his or her consent. Clearly this guy wanted and needed 
some guidance and I definitely wanted to blow off some steam.

I made him sit on his hands and knees and yanked down his 
shorts. I smacked him a couple of times on his big white ass. 
I hooked his leaking seven inch tool behind the lowered 
shorts and yanked them back up. The guy gasped and asked for 
forgiveness. With a stern voice I told him that he'd been 
naughty and that he had to pay for it. I sat on my knees in 
front of his face and made him beg for my cock. Hungrily he 
lowered my shorts.

After getting my approval he started to suck my cock for 
dear life. My hands were all over him. I slapped his globes 
and pinched his nipples and balls. When I stuck my third 
finger in his hole he begged for mercy. I didn't jerk him 
off for real, I just softly rubbed the back of his shaft. 
However, the triple stimulation must have been too much for 
him, because he soon wildly climaxed. His abundant cum was 
dripping down his shorts.

Because I was bent over him I saw it all from up close. It 
was such a kinky sight. I definitely wanted to fuck him, but 
it wasn't the right occasion for it. Soon I thrusted my cock 
as deep in his throat as I could and erupted in big gushes. 
The guy swallowed eagerly and even cleaned my cock with his 
tongue. He thanked me for the hot experience and wanted to 
know if I was a regular visitor of this beach. I told him 
that I was just accompanying Patrick and his children for 
the day. Of course I didn't tell him about our special bond.

The guy said that he was married, but his wife and he had 
just come out to each other. She had declared that she was 
actually a true lesbian and he had to admit that he had 
strong bisexual feelings. They had decided not to divorce 
immediately, but first to try to restructure their 
relationship. This also meant experimenting with different 
same sex partners. They also wanted to stay together for 
their sons of twelve and fifteen.

Happily we agreed to exchange email addresses later on and 
maybe meet again in the future. Before he left I playfully 
slapped his butt. After waiting for five minutes I found it 
safe to leave the dunes and walk to the water to have a 
refreshing swim. At the waterfront Patrick and the children 
were building and decorating the sandcastle. I greeted them 
and Patrick asked if I'd had a nice walk. Smilingly I 
praised the exceptional local flora.

Before joining the party I first wanted to get rid of the 
stickiness in my groin and that smell of sex. After I 
returned I finally admired the product of their hard 
afternoon labor. The sand sculpture had turned out great. 
The boys had tried to make it as high as possible and the 
girls had used many different sea shells. The result was a 
gothic type structure. Excitedly the boys told me about 
their concept. Apparently they were both comic fanatics.

The twelve year old explained that he liked to draw comics, 
especially dark ones. The exceptional design of the 
sandcastle revealed that he was talented. Not only did he 
have beautiful eyes, he also knew how to use them. In my 
mind I was already fantasizing about the two boys together. 
The big smile on Patrick's face showed that he had read my 
mind. Luckily I'd just cum, so my interest in the boys 
wasn't too noticeable.

Suddenly Patrick noticed heavy thunderclouds appearing in 
the distance. They were still far away above the sea, but 
would reach the shore soon. On behalf of the safety of the 
children and ours we decided to leave immediately. We told 
Patrick's children to say goodbye to the boy and girl and I 
advised the boy to go to his parents as soon as possible. 
The twelve year old Adonis said that his parents were 
sitting close to us, so they would walk along with us.

To my delight I was able to stay in his vivid aura a bit 
longer. While we were walking I introduced myself to the boy 
and to my astonishment and hilarity of the group his name 
was Patrick too. Of course they didn't look alike, but it 
was funny. After arriving at our towels we started to get 
dressed immediately. To my surprise, the twelve year old boy 
and his cousin continued to walk towards the nearby couple, 
who had started to get dressed as well.

Then it became clear to me that the boy was one of their two 
sons. Both dad and son had beautiful twinkling blue greyish 
eyes. Almost at the same time, we walked up to the car park. 
Our paths crossed and the children excitedly continued their 
kid chit chat. Patrick and I greeted the guy and his wife. 
The kids had told them about the sand castle and the couple 
thanked us for watching them. The guy didn't show any sign 
of recognition, but he also didn't avoid my eyes. Instead it 
seemed like his eyes were twinkling even brighter.

He introduced himself to us (to me for the second time). As 
I had already figured out he explained that the boy was his 
youngest son and the girl his niece. The boy had told him 
how great it had been to hang out and play with Patrick's 
son. His son didn't mind going to the nude beach. He just 
wished there would be more kids his age. I suggested that 
the boys should exchange email addresses so they could keep 
in touch.

Suddenly it was as if the heavens opened. The rain fell down 
in a big downpour from the sky. We all started running to 
the cars, but were soaked within seconds. Fortunately I'd 
left the car top on, so we could get in immediately. Quickly 
Patrick and I put the children and our stuff in. We dried 
ourselves a bit, using the beach towels. Just when I wanted 
to drive off, a car stopped besides us. The car window was 
lowered and the smiling face of the guy appeared.

Quickly he passed his business card to me. His son was 
sitting behind him. One last brief moment I had the 
opportunity to endeavour the beauty of these combined pairs 
of eyes. The genetic resemblance was apparent. The boy even 
had inherited the twinkling of his dad. And off, they drove. 
Patrick and I talked some more about the couple. I didn't 
mention my escapade with the guy in the dunes yet, but would 
certainly give him a summary in the future.

The boy and girl were disappointed about the sudden 
disruption of our lovely afternoon. They'd just finished the 
sand castle. Patrick was comforting them and promised that 
they would make an even bigger castle the next time. The 
kids had liked the boy and girl whom they had played with. 
Especially the boy was happy with his new kindred comic 
crazed friend, but they had forgotten to exchange email 
addresses. I made his day, when I showed him the business 
card the boy's father had given me.

Patrick said he wanted to have a talk with his children and 
moved from the front to the backseat and sat in between them. 
He wrapped his arms around their shoulders and spoke in a 
serious but friendly voice, about what happened that morning 
with me and also with him and them in the past. First he 
asked if they had liked it. After they both said they did, 
he explained how sensitive this is regarded in nowadays 
society and how important it was to keep it private.

He continued that he would never harm or hurt them or allow 
others to harm or hurt them. Through my rear view mirror I 
saw how the children were listening to him in awe. He was 
caressing their blond hair and they were pressing their 
heads against his chest. It was such a beautiful sight, I'd 
wished to let go of the steering wheel and take a picture of 
them. It made my heart melt. Luckily there wasn't to much 
traffic, so I could have frequent glances at them.

Even though we'd been warm in the car, our clothes were 
still wet when we arrived at Patrick's place. Patrick sent 
the children directly upstairs to the bathroom. He and I 
followed after we had unloaded the car. To prevent us from 
getting a cold Patrick suggested we all would shower 
together to warm our bodies as quick as possible. I 
certainly didn't complain and started to undress. Patrick 
took my clothes and hung them to dry together with the kids 
and his own.

The kids seem to be ok with my nude presence. It's true that 
they had seen me naked the whole day on the beach and that 
we had played naughty games in the morning and liked it. 
Still I could imagine that the speech of their father in the 
car had scared them off a bit, or at least make them less 
open and willing. Quickly one by one we hit the shower and 
rinsed the salt of our skin. The girl needed some assistance. 
Besides salt there was sand deep in her slit.

With a meaningful expression on his face Patrick asked me to 
help her out. I got on my knees in front of her and motioned 
her to keep her little cunt open so I could remove it with 
the high pressure beam of the showerhead. After I was sure 
that her little pink mount was totally sand free, I turned 
the showerhead to a more pulsing beam. She was giggling and 
swinging her little hips, but made sure the beam hit her 
exactly at her favorite sensitive spots.

Her squeezing hands on my shoulders and her innocent rocking 
body started to arouse me and not only me. Patrick, his son 
and I were all sporting boners. I suggested that we would 
take turns to soap each other. To show what I meant I 
started to soap the little girls body and invited Patrick 
and the boy to join me. Soon our hands were all over her 
little body. When I was rubbing her miniature clitoris with 
my middle finger, I felt Patrick's finger probing at the 
tight chute.

He made her bend over and gently probed with soap coated 
fingers in the little pussy and the girl's butt hole at the 
same time. It was such a hot sight. She had her eyes closed 
and was experiencing the sensations her dad's fingers were 
giving her. After soaping, I had the honorable task to rinse 
her body with the pulsating beams and make her small body 
squirm once more. The boy was eagerly waiting for his turn. 
His two inch boner was throbbing from excitement.

Patrick, the girl and I stood around the boy. Although I had 
devoured at his divine boner this morning, I was really 
anxious to finally touch his naked pale buns. I had been 
lusting for them since yesterday. Eagerly I went on my knees 
behind him and soaped his tender back and butt. I squeezed 
and massaged his soft buns. I slid my fingers in the crack 
and probed his pink eye. Surprisingly It took little effort 
to slide in my whole middle finger.

I looked Patrick in the eyes. He smiled and gave me a 
meaningful look. The boy supported himself by leaning on me 
and his sister, when I washed his feet. My soaping of his 
feet and toes made him giggle. Suddenly Patrick lifted his 
body and whispered in his ear to put his feet on my dick. 
The feeling of the soap coated boy feet on my throbbing dick 
was ecstatic. Slowly I humped his slippery feet. The girl 
got impatient and said she wanted to soap her dad.

Gladly the boy and I followed her request. The children 
soaped up the lower part of his body and I the upper part. I 
stood behind him and put some soap on his back. With my body 
I rubbed the soap all over his back and butt. I stuck my 
rock hard tool between his hairy mounts and slid them 
between his legs. I whispered in his in ear that I would 
shave his ass that night and fuck him brutally. The boy must 
have heard me, because he looked at me smilingly with a 
naughty expression on his face.

I felt the little hands of the kids soaping up his dick and 
balls and mine at the same time. The kids were pretending 
that our dicks were actually water snakes. The squeezing and 
rubbing of our leaking joined cocks sent jolts through my 
body. Twenty fingers were exploring every crevice and hole 
in our bodies. I could have cum like that, but it was still 
early and I knew we could play the whole evening. I pulled 
Patrick under the shower. With lots of laughter the kids 
aimed the water beams on us to rinse the soap off.

After playing with the showerhead for a while, I showed 
Patrick how to clean his hole for real. First I flushed the 
warm water in my chute and released it in the adjacent 
toilet. Then Patrick tried it and he had to laugh at the 
full feeling it was giving him at first and the relieved 
feeling afterwards. The boy wanted to try it too and I was 
very eager to assist him. With one hand I spread his 
heavenly pale buns and with the other I pressed the powerful 
beam of water against his tight hole.

After he convinced his sister that it was absolutely 
painless, she also wanted to try it. For just a few seconds 
I pressed the showerhead against her tiny butt. I will never 
forget the relieved expression on her face when she released 
her water filled bowels while sitting on the toilet bowl. 
Patrick and I first dried the kids and then each other.  I 
asked him to bring a big towel and razor equipment to the 
bedroom and a bowl of hot water.

I spread the towel on the bed and asked Patrick to lay on 
top of it. His hard rod was swinging from his body like a 
flagpole. Kindly I asked the kids to help me apply the foam 
on their dad's cock and balls. Patrick was squirming under 
the sensation of his children's slippery hands on his groin. 
Carefully I put the razorblade on his body and expertly 
shaved his pubes above, on and around his cock and balls. It 
made his cock immediately look much larger and his bald 
balls seemed huge.

The kids were watching up closely and Patrick was softly 
caressing their bodies. I saw his hands moving over their 
butts and between their legs. After his dick was as bald as 
the day he was born, I asked the boy and the girl to hold 
his legs up high, so I could shave their dad's butt more 
easily. While I was shaving him I told the kids that their 
dad would love them to twitch his nipples. When they did, 
Patrick was loudly moaning and his dick was leaking.

After I had removed the extra shaving foam from his ass and 
rinsed it again with clean water, I put a kiss straight on 
his hole and let my tongue tickle it. Patrick grunted and 
his body shuddered. Desperately I wanted to fuck him. Just 
the thought of me fucking him while his son and daughter 
were watching made my cock throb. Patrick told his son to 
get the KY from the cupboard. But first I ate his ass and 
shoved my tongue in his tight man hole as deep as I could.

I asked the children to help me kiss their dads dick and ass. 
They sure wanted to lick and suck his dick, but were grossed 
out by the idea to kiss someone's butt. We decided not to 
persuade them and while I was rimming Patrick's now smooth 
white butt, his son and daughter were nibbling on his 
throbbing rod. I asked them to apply lots of KY to their 
dad's hole. It was such a turn on to watch their slimy 
fingers playing with the hole that I was about to fuck.

Kindly I asked them if they also wanted to put the stuff on 
my cock. While giving me the cutest smiles they put their  
soft small hands on my leaking tool and coated it with KY. 
Although it wasn't necessary I asked if they could also put 
it on my balls. While enjoying their treatment I pushed my 
thumb up Patrick's wet hole. He was tight and hadn't been 
fucked for years so I had to take it easy.

Slowly I rubbed my gland against his hole. He wanted it. His 
hole was winking at me. He grunted when I passed his 
spincter, but didn't stop me when I pushed my dick all the 
way in. He had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply. The 
children were intently watching how their dad was having 
pain, but clearly seemed to want it. After the pain had 
subsided, I asked the children to continue kissing his cock 
and twitch his nipples.

While I was steadily fucking Patrick the boy and girl were 
giving little kisses on his cock and probing their little 
tongues on his gland. He coated his fingers with KY and 
pushed one in his boy's hole and one in his girl's hole. I 
instructed the kids to also jerk the shaft and foreskin and  
massage the balls and stretch the sack. At a certain point 
Patrick and I were both panting and suddenly I felt his 
asshole clench firmly around my dick.

He grunted and moaned loudly as he sprayed his cum violently 
over his chest and face. The sight of the heads of his 
children on each side of his cock and the streams of cum 
above and around it on his abs and chest was just too hot 
for my eyes. After a few final thrusts I grunted and 
forcefully shot my cum deep in Patrick's ass. With my cock 
still inside him I positioned us on our sides. Patrick asked 
the kids to get some drinks from downstairs.

When they came back with some beers, my cock still hadn't 
slipped out. Excitedly they started to ask questions to 
their dad, such as: if it hurt and what he felt and if he 
would shit on me? Patrick comforted them and told them how 
wonderful he'd been feeling. Eventually my cock went soft 
and slipped out of his ass. I suggested to take a quick 
shower to freshen up and for the second time within an hour 
we were standing under the shower.

The children had remained in the bedroom and were sitting 
and chatting on the bed. Patrick and I laid ourselves on the 
bed with them sitting in the middle. I was laying behind the 
boy and cuddled up to his small warm body. I stroked his 
hair and caressed his ears and tender neck. I traced his 
back with my fingers and squeezed his abs. Slowly I cupped 
his balls and took his boner between my fingers. He stopped 
talking and gasped. I asked if he was ok. He said he was and 
continued talking and I went back to stroke his hard member.

The girl was laying on her back and Patrick was kissing her 
all over her squirming body. I motioned the boy to lay down 
too and he willingly complied. How beautiful he was laying 
naked in front of me. Hovering my body above his I nuzzled 
his hair and armpits. I licked and sucked his tiny pink 
nipples and probed my tongue at his hard tummy, just above 
his boner. I swallowed his boner and balls all at once and 
feasted with my tongue on them.

I saw that Patrick and his daughter were laying in seventy 
minus one position. He was eating her tiny pussy and ass and 
she was doing her best to get as much of his cock in her 
tiny mouth as she could. I motioned the boy if he wanted to 
do that as well. He swiftly moved his body and took my now 
rock hard rod in his small hand. After a few firm strokes he 
took my cock in his hot mouth. The skilled way he sucked and 
used his tongue and hands showed that he wasn't a novice.

My mouth was on his hard member and balls and on his 
delicious pink eye. How soft and smooth his buns felt on my 
cheeks. The boy was a great cock sucker, just like his dad 
had been. Suddenly I felt his finger at my hole. But I soon 
realized that it was too big to be his finger. Instead, it 
was Patrick's KY coated finger. He asked if he could fuck me. 
Gladly I accepted. I moved the boy and myself on our sides 
and Patrick positioned himself behind me.

I felt his big fingers and to my delight also the little 
fingers of the girl lube my hole. I remember fantasizing at 
that moment about her sticking her whole little fist in me. 
Looking at the size of her fist and arm and the stretching 
abilities of my hole, it could have been possible. Patrick 
rubbed his leaking cock through my crack and aimed it at my 
dark eye. I pushed my tongue once more in the little boys 
rectum and pushed in some saliva.

Just when Patrick shoved his large white cock in my coffee 
colored hole, I pushed my finger in his son's tight pink 
tunnel. The feeling was a mixture of pain and pleasure, pure 
ecstasy, a surreal dream coming true. The sucking of the boy 
only stopped momentarily and while his father was pounding 
on my ass, I could easily fuck him with one finger. His body 
was totally relaxed. I knew it wasn't possible yet to fuck 
him for real, but soon it would.

The little girl complained because she felt left out. I 
asked if she could help her brother with my cock. She could 
jerk me off and lick my balls or massage her dad's balls 
instead. She clearly needed some guidance but soon she was 
dividing her attention on her dad and me. Patrick was 
thrusting deep in my ass. I was sucking furiously on his 
son's boner. The boy was blowing me like a god. The girl was 
tickling my balls with her little tongue and I was sliding 
my finger in and out of the tight white boy hole.

Patrick announced that he would be cumming soon and sped up 
his thrusts. I was close too and wildly started to tongue 
fuck the little boy, while his dad was pounding my ass. To 
eat this delicious boy just by itself made me almost cum 
sooner than Patrick. But I felt his cock expand in my ass 
and his body convulse. This was all I needed. I stuck my 
tongue deep in the boys pink hole and shoved my cock deep in 
his mouth.

While Patrick shot his cum deep in my bowels, I shot my cum 
in his son's mouth. I hadn't warned him before and after the 
first spray he had gagged and taken it out. Luckily the girl 
had continued stroking my cock. The rest of my cum had 
landed all over his face and on his chest. Eagerly I licked 
it all off, leaving him squeaking with saliva coated sticky 
eyes. Exhausted, sticky, smelly, but very satisfied, we hit 
the shower for the fourth time that day.

Even though many days and showers followed, this story has a 
sudden and happy ending. I certainly hadn't expected to meet 
Patrick ever again after we parted fifteen years before and 
definitely not that it would be such an exciting and joyful 
reunion. I hope you liked the story. Other stories that I've 
published can be found on ASSGM and nifty.







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