Night Invader
by bstories2011

Mmbb, incest, mast, oral

WARNING!  This story contains explicit sex between an adult and underaged boys.  Do not read it if it is illegal for your to do so, or if this material offends you.  This story is entirely fictional.  The characters in it are not real.  The acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author.  Do not use this story as a guide for how to behave in real life.  That would be a terrible idea.  Instead, follow the law and use your own judgement and sense of morality.  This is a fantasy.  Enjoy!

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I. DARREN

Darren realized he'd been staring at the boys with a big stupid grin on his face for a little too long. He snapped out of it when he heard the boys' father, Mr. Gilmour, ask if he wanted cheese on his hamburger. 

"Uh, sure, yeah. Cheese is great." He looked around nervously to see if anyone had caught him staring, but it didn't seem like it. Mr. Gilmour was manning the barbecue while the other adults, Mr. Gilmour's wife and Darren's parents, were engaged in conversation and sipping on summer cocktails. 

"Aren't you gonna join the boys in the pool?" Mr. Gilmour asked him.

"Oh, I left my bathing suit at home," Darren replied.

"You could always run back and get it. We are next-door neighbours, in case you hadn't noticed," Mr. Gilmour joked.  

"It's all right. Maybe later." 

The real reason Darren didn't want to get in the pool with the boys was that he was sure he wouldn't be able to hide his erection if he was wearing nothing but swim trunks. At fifteen, Darren was pretty much always horny, and being around two cute, wet little boys in speedos only made it worse. With his jeans and a t-shirt covering his crotch, he didn't feel quite as self-conscious. 

Darren had been lusting after his two little neighbours all summer. Scotty was eight and Bobby was six. He didn't really know them that well, but he'd certainly noticed how cute they were. Both boys were blond, with blue eyes, and lean bodies. They were like little angels. Darren had a view of the Gilmours' backyard from his bedroom window, and he often watched the brothers playing outside while he jerked himself off. It wasn't often that he had a chance to get this close to them. He wished he could find a way to get to know them better and become friends with them, but with the big age gap between them he didn't think their parents (or his, for that matter) would approve.

When the food was ready, the boys came out of the pool and their mother told them to go change into some dry clothes. They went inside and came back out wearing shorts and t-shirts. Darren was slightly disappointed that he couldn't look at their bare chests anymore, but also kind of relieved as it might help him avoid getting another hard on. 

While they ate their hamburgers, the boys chatted with him. They were talking about a new Playstation game they'd gotten and asked if he wanted to play with them after dinner. Darren said he'd like to check it out if it was okay with their parents. 

Once they'd all finished eating, the adults stayed outside and the boys took Darren inside to show them the game. Darren was a bit jealous when he saw the boys' room. They had practically the whole basement to themselves. The big open space was divided into two areas - a play area where their toys were as well as a small couch where the TV and Playstation were set up, and in the back, the sleeping area, which had their two beds. Todd noticed the window above the desk between their beds. It was pretty big window for a basement. Darren could see their parents outside, hanging out in the backyard. 

Darren sat next on the couch next to Scotty, who was starting up the video game. Bobby, who was younger and less interested in video games, got distracted by some other toys and started playing on his own. Every once in a while, he would bring one of his cool toys to Darren to show it off and the teenage boy would pretend to be really impressed by it, even though he had obviously outgrown things like action figures and toy dinosaurs several years ago.

The video game wasn't that much more interesting to him, to be honest, but he was enjoying the chance to sit close to Scotty. This was a one-player game and Scotty had the controller and was showing him how to play. He kept looking at Scotty's bare legs and desperately wanted to touch them. Scotty gave him the controller so he could try the game, but he wasn't very good at it, so he passed it back to the younger boy and said he'd rather just watch him play. He let his arms rest next to him, moving in a bit closer so that the back of his hand was brushing against Scotty's leg. The boy was so engrossed in the game that he didn't seem to notice when Darren placed his hand on his thigh. He tried to do it as casually as possible so as not to alarm him. Whenever Scotty got past a difficult part of the game, Darren would squeeze his leg softly as he congratulated him on his skillful play. 

When his parents called out to him from upstairs, saying it was time to go back home, Darren left his his cell phone behind. The boys went back upstairs with him to say goodbye, and then just before leaving, Darren pretended to have forgotten his phone downstairs. Scotty offered to go get it for him, but Darren said he could go himself, since he knew where he'd left it. Downstairs, he quickly went over to the window and unlatched it, making sure that it could be opened from outside but leaving it almost closed so that nobody would notice it. Then he grabbed his phone and went back upstairs. 

That night, after his parents had gone to bed and he saw the lights go out in the Gilmours' house, he went out the back door of his house, careful not to wake his parents. He walked over to the boys' window and looked in to make sure there was no movement inside. The room was dark, but he could see the boys, each in his own bed, fast asleep. He pushed on the window gently and it opened without a sound. Quietly, he slipped inside the boys' room, feet first, landing on their desk. He paused to make sure the boys were still asleep, then climbed down from the desk. His heart was racing the whole time. He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this! 

He walked over to Scotty's bed and knelt beside it. It was a hot summer night and Scotty had thrown the covers aside and was curled up on his side, facing the wall, fully exposed and wearing only a pair of light-coloured briefs. His butt was pointed in Darren's direction. Slowly, Darren moved his  hand toward it, holding his breath and feeling his heart pounding like mad in his chest. When his hand made contact, he exhaled slowly as he cupped the boy's firm butt cheek. He waited a few seconds to see if there would be any reaction. When Scotty didn't move, he gently squeezed and caressed his butt, then moved his fingers up and down the boy's crack. He pressed against the little pucker hole and Scotty stirred. Darren moved his hand away quickly and felt the adrenaline rush through his body. 

Scotty rolled over onto his back, but didn't wake up. Perfect! Now Darren had access to his front side. He waited a few seconds to make sure the boy was still asleep. Once he heard his even breathing resume, he moved his hand back to his crotch and felt the little package that was hidden behind the thin layer of cotton. Scotty's little penis was tiny, not even the size of one of Darren's fingers, but after rubbing it and playing with it for about a minute, he felt it start to stiffen. Darren slipped his hand underneath the elastic band and took the hard little nail between his fingers. He wanted to stroke it, but the boys's underwear were right and didn't offer much wiggle room. 

He took his hand out of the underwear and tried pulling them down, Scotty's position made it near impossible because he had one of his legs bent and spread slightly outward. Darren tried moving him, but then Scotty started to move on his own. Darren looked at his face and saw his eyes open. When he saw him, Scotty was startled and let out a cry. Darren panicked and pressed his hand over the boy's mouth to silence him, which only scared him even more. He started to kick and struggle as Darren tried to hold him down while pressing his hand tightly against his mouth to muffle his screaming. He bent down close to him and tried to calm him.

"Shhh. Scotty, it's okay. It's okay, calm down. It's me, Darren. I'm not gonna hurt you. Calm down." Scotty stopped trashing as he recognized Darren, but his eyes were still wild with fear. His chest moved up and down as he breathed heavily. Obviously, he didn't understand what Darren was doing in his room in the middle of the night. Darren glanced over at Scotty's little brother in the other bed to make sure he hadn't woken up, then turned back toward Scotty. 

"Okay," he said to him in a whisper. "I'm going to remove my hand now, but you have to be quiet. Promise me you're not going to scream, okay?"

Scotty nodded his head yes, and Darren removed his from his mouth. 

"I'm sorry I scared you," he said. 

"What are you doing here?" Scotty asked. 

"I just... I wanted to see you," Darren said, realizing how crazy that sounded. 

"Why?"

"I missed you. I really enjoyed spending time with you this evening and I was hoping we could play some more."

"What time is it?" 

"I don't know. It's late. Past midnight."

"Couldn't you wait until tomorrow?"

"You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. This was a really stupid idea." Darren got up to leave, but Scotty stopped him.

"Wait," he said, "when I woke up just now, were you, like, trying to pull down my underwear?"

Fuck, Darren thought. He'd been hoping Scotty hadn't noticed that part. He sat down on the bed next to Scotty.

"Yeah, I guess I was."

"Why?"

"Well, I wanted to see your penis and play with it." 

"Oh." Darren had been expecting more questions, but Scotty fell silent for a while. He was thinking, trying to process this. Finally, he spoke up again. "Do you still wanna see it?" 

"Yeah! I mean, if you don't mind showing it to me." 

"I don't mind." And just like that, Scotty pulled his underwear down to his knees. His little cock was still hard and got pulled down by the underwear and then bounced back up. Darren just starred at it in awe. 

"It's nice," Darren said. 

"It's not always hard like this," Scotty explained. "I don't know why it does this sometimes." 

"It's called an erection," Darren said. "It usually gets like that to let you know it wants you to play with it."

"Play with it how?"

"Like this." Darren took the little nail between his thumb and two fingers and started stroking it. Scotty just let him do it without saying anything.

"How does that feel?" Darren asked.

"I don't know. It feels funny." 

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah." 

Darren tightened his grip a little and started stroking faster. Scotty said "Oh!" as if he'd finally understood what this was all about. Darren kept pumping while Scotty's breathing got deeper. He moved his free hand over Scotty's legs, rubbing the inside of his thighs, then moving up to his stomach and chest, gently pinching his nipples. As his hand explored the child's body, he could feel his skin reacting to his touch, as if his hand was spreading the pleasure that emanated from his groin into other parts of his body. Scotty said "Oh!" again and suddenly his little dick started twitching between Darren's fingers as if it was trying to pump out semen that just wasn't available. Darren couldn't believe how hot this was. He'd brought the young boy to his first dry orgasm. He was still stroking Scotty's oversensitive dick when the boy pushed his hand away. 

"What happened?" he asked.

"You had an orgasm, kiddo. That's what your dick wanted. That's why it was hard. How did it feel?"

"It was amazing. I didn't know it could even feel that good." 

"Listen, I should get back to my own house before someone catches us. But if you want, we can do this again sometime. Just make sure to always leave your window unlocked, than way I can get in and we can play some more. Would you like that?"

"Yeah!" Scotty said it with a little too much enthusiasm, and Darren looked at Bobby nervously. The six-year-old was still asleep. 

"All right," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

Darren went out the window and back to his room, where he only had to stroke his raging boner a couple of times before it exploded, sending copious amounts of jizz all over the place.


II. SCOTTY

Before Darren, the teenage boy next door, started coming into his room at night, Scotty used to hate bedtime. But now actually looked forward to it, anticipating the things that the older boy would do to him. The only part he didn't like was the wait, because he never knew if Darren would come or not. Sometimes he lay awake in his bed for what seemed like hours, glancing at the window every minute hoping to see his secret night visitor. 

Rarely did he manage to stay awake until Darren showed up. He would try to stay awake, but then his eyes would get really heavy and before he knew it, it was either morning and time to get out of bed, or he felt someone gently shaking him awake and whispering his name, and then he knew that Darren had come. 

At first, Darren would just play with his willie with his hand until he got the good feeling that spread all over his body. Then one night Darren told him he knew something that would feel even better and he took his willie in his mouth and started sucking on it. Scotty was shocked. He couldn't believe that someone would want to do that to him, but when he realized how good it felt he certainly wasn't going to protest. 

Tonight, as he lay in bed hoping for a night visit, he was determined not to fall asleep. He wondered if Darren would want to take his willie in his mouth again. He decided to get completely naked and be ready for when Darren showed up. He willie was already hard and he played with it as he waited, rolling the tip around between his fingers. He could have stroked it the way Darren did and make it feel really good, but he liked it better when Darren did it for him so he preferred to wait.

Suddenly, he heard a sound at the window and he looked up to see Darren peeking his head in. Darren saw that he was awake and smiled at him, then climbed in and tiptoed over to his bed. 

"Hey, little buddy," Darren said. "Did you miss me?"

Scotty smiled and nodded yes, while he pushed the covers aside to reveal his stiffy. 

Darren climbed in bed with Scotty and immediately took his willie in his mouth. The feeling was incredible. It had been three nights since the last time Darren had come to his room and he'd wanted this so bad. He couldn't help himself. As soon as his willie was in Darren's mouth, he grabbed his head and started pushing into him with his hips, humping his face. The really good feeling came faster than it ever had before. 

"Wow," Darren whispered after Scotty was done. "I guess you really did miss me, huh?" He lied down on the bed next to Scotty's little naked body and hugged him. "You were really horny, weren't you? But what are we gonna do now? I can't go back yet, I just got here." 

"I don't know," Scotty said. "Maybe we could play with your willie for a bit." 

"I guess we could do that," Darren said with a big grin on his face. "If that's what you want." 

"Yeah, I want to see it."

Scotty noticed Darren checking out Bobby's bed to make sure he was sleeping, then he unbuttoned his his fly, lifted his butt off the bed, and pulled his pants and underwear down below his hips. 

"Whoa!" Scotty exclaimed when he saw Darren's penis. "Your willie's huge!"

Darren chuckled. "Not really," he said. "It's just 'cause I'm older than you. It's probably gonna get even bigger by the time I'm an adult." 

"Can I touch it?" 

"Of course." 

Scotty reached over and took the monstrous thing into his hand. It felt so different from touching his own willie. It was so big and hard and veiny, and yet soft and warm at the same time. He wrapped his hand around it and moved the loose skin over it up and down a few times. Then he noticed the tip of it was all wet. 

"Why is it wet?" he asked. 

"That's just what happens when you're older," Darren explained. "When it gets hard, this stuff comes out of it and make it nice and slippery. If you keep playing with it like that, then a whole lot of stuff is going to come squirting out of it when I have an orgasm." 

"That's like the really good feeling, right?"

"Right. The good tingly feeling that goes all over your body. You get it too, except your body's too young to produce sperm yet. That's what the stuff that squirts out is called."

"Can you show me?"

"Okay. But do you have any tissues or something? We have to have something to clean up afterward, otherwise it's gonna get all over the sheets and your mom's gonna suspect something." 

"Yeah, there's some tissue on the table." 

"All right then. Just hold it really tight and keep moving your hand like this." 

Darren put his hand on top of Scotty's hand to show him how to move, then he let go and told him to keep going. Scotty wasn't sure what to expect. What Darren had told him would happen sounded kind of crazy and he half-expected him to be pulling his leg. But he kept stroking the big piece of meat in his hand. 

"Oh, God, you're doing really good, Scotty. Keep going. Hold it tighter. That's it. Oh, it feels so good." Darren was whispering these things into Scotty's ear as he kept stroking his willie. He almost sounded like a different person. Then suddenly, Darren surprised him by putting his hand over his again. "Here it comes," he grunted. Then he turned toward Scotty and pressed his dick against his belly. Scotty gasped as he felt the hot, gooey liquid squirting all over his chest and stomach. With each squirt, Darren would thrust his hips into him, grinding the tip of his willie against his flesh.

Finally, he felt Darren's body go limp against him. For a while he didn't move, catching his breath. Then he pulled away from him. The sticky stuff was all over Scotty's body between them, and Darren's shirt stuck to him as he pulled away. 

"Sorry about that," Darren said. "When I was about to cum, I just wanted you so bad I couldn't resist. I wanted to feel your hot little body against mine while I squirted. Here, let me help you clean up." He reached over for the tissues on the bedside table.

"That was really cool," Scotty said. "But you're right. It's really messy." 


III. BOBBY

Bobby woke up in the middle of the night and saw someone get inside his brother's bed and put his head between his legs. He was really scared, so he didn't pretended to be asleep and didn't say anything. He kept his eyes open in a little crack so he could see what they were doing. At first, he thought the person was hurting his brother, but then he realized that his brother was enjoying whatever the other person was doing to him. At least, that's what it looked like.

When the person lifted his head from between his brother's legs, he saw his face and recognized Darren, the older boy from next door. Bobby couldn't understand what he was doing there in his brother's bed in the middle of the night. He watched as Darren lied down next to Scotty. He could hear them whispering but didn't understand what they were saying. Then he saw Darren pull down his pants and grab onto this thing that was sticking out between his leg. Bobby couldn't really see what it was in the dark and with his eyes half closed, but he figured it was probably his penis, only it seemed too big for that. Then he saw his brother put his hand on it and after that he didn't really understand what was going on again.

Finally, Darren got out of bed and climbed out the window. After he was gone, Bobby called out to his brother. He saw him jump up in bed. 

"Bobby?!" He sounded nervous. "How long have you been awake?" 

Bobby sat up in bed. "I don't know," he said.

"What did you see?" Scotty asked.

"I saw Darren. What were you guys doing?"

"Bobby, you can't tell mom and dad what you saw. Promise me you won't say anything." 

Scotty sounded like he was going to cry. 

"I won't, I promise. I just want to know what you guys were doing." 

"I don't know how to explain it. It would be easier if I showed you." Scotty got out of his bed and walked over to Bobby's. Bobby noticed he was naked. 

"Scoot over," Scotty said, then climbed into bed with him. "Darren showed me how to play with my willy and make it feel really good. That's what we were doing just now. Here, let me show you." 

Scotty reached into Bobby's PJ bottoms and started rubbing with his little penis. After about 20 seconds of this, Scotty asked if he liked it. 

"I don't know," Bobby replied. He didn't really see what the big deal was about or why the boy from next door would come into their room at night just to do this to Scotty.

"You have to, like, concentrate on the feeling. And think about sexy things." 

"Like what?" 

"I don't know. Like, things that give you a good feeling down there."

"I don't understand." 

"Doesn't your pee-pee ever get hard?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure." 

"Here, mine is hard now. Touch it and you'll see what I mean." 

Bobby put his hand in his brother's crotch and found his pee-pee. It was sticking straight out. He asked Scotty if he could see it. Scotty pushed the covers off and Bobby sat down to get a closer look. He touched it again, pushing it down and then letting it go and watching it bounce back again, which made him laugh. 

"You have to make your get hard too so I can show you how to make it feel good," Scotty said. 

"I don't know how," Bobby replied. 

"I have an idea. Sometimes I hump my pillow at night and it feels really good. I always get hard when I do that, so maybe if you hump something it'll work for you too."

"Okay," Bobby said, though he wasn't really sure what Scotty meant by humping something. 

Scotty said he had to get naked first and helped him take off his PJs. 

"Now get on top of me. All right. Now move your hips and push your crotch into me, like that, yeah. Keep doing it." Scotty put his hands on his Bobby's butt cheeks to guide him in his humping motion. Every time Bobby pushed down against him, he could feel his pee-pee rub against Scotty's hard pee-pee. The more he did it, the better it felt, and soon he felt his own pee-pee start to get hard too. 

"Look," he said, excited, "it's working." 

"Yeah, keep doing it. It feels really good." 

The two brothers continues humping and grinding their crotches together for a while, enjoying the sensation of their hard little dicks rubbing against each other. Then Scotty stopped him and said:

"Okay, I think you're ready now. I'm gonna show you how to get the really good feeling." 

Scotty made him lie down on his back again and the positioned himself between his legs. Bobby realized this was the same position he'd seen Darren and his brother in earlier and wondered what would happen next. He never could have guessed that his brother would put his mouth over his pee-pee and start sucking on it. It took him by surprise, but it also felt a lot better than he could ever have imagined something like this would. 

Scotty sucked on his hard pee-pee for about two minutes and it felt really amazing the whole time. Scotty gave up before Bobby climaxed, though since Bobby had never had an orgasm he didn't know that the feelings could get even better and more intense. Scotty said they could try again tomorrow and he would help him get the "really good feeling." Then Scotty went back to his own bed.

Before going back to sleep Bobby asked if he could play with him and Darren next time. Scotty said that he could.


IV. MALCOLM

"What the fuck?" Malcolm said as he watched someone crawl out of his sons' bedroom window into their backyard. He was about to go outside and go after him when he recognized him as Darren, his neighbours' teenage son. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to let him go. He went downstairs to check on his boys and found them both asleep in bed, safe and sound. 

He went back upstairs and sat down in the living room. What could be the meaning of this? Malcolm had noticed how Darren stared at his sons that day when he'd invited his family over for a barbecue. But now that he'd caught him leaving his boys' room at 1 a.m., he was sure there was more to it than his twisted imagination. Was Darren molesting his boys while they slept? Or perhaps they were complicit in this and had just been pretending to sleep when he went to check in on them? Malcolm couldn't be sure, but he intended to get to the bottom of this. 

Most fathers would probably be furious if they found a teenager molesting his sons. But Malcolm wasn't like most fathers. He found himself kind of turned on by the idea. He had never lusted after his own children, but he'd always kind of had a thing for teenage boys, though he'd never acted on those desires. The thought of Darren, who was a handsome fifteen-year-old kid, getting his rocks off with his boys conjured up some really hot images in his mind. It also gave him an idea of how to deal with the situation. 

Malcolm was certain that Darren would return, so the next few nights, he waited up after his wife had gone to bed, spying out the living room window and waiting for Darren to show up. On the third night, he saw Darren sneak into his backyard and climb into his sons' bedroom window. Malcolm waited a few minutes, then quietly made his way downstairs to the basement. He stayed hidden within the shadows and watched what was going on at the other end of the room. He heard whispering and giggling, but couldn't make out what the boys were saying. His two sons were both seated on the edge of Scotty's bed. It looked like they were completely naked, but it was hard to tell in the dark and from a distance. Darren was kneeling in front of them and was taking turn sucking each of them.

Malcolm could tell that his sons were enjoying what Darren was doing to them and that they were willing participants. He'd been hoping that would be the case, because he obviously didn't want anybody hurting them or forcing them to do something they didn't want to do. Now that he knew they were safe and enjoying it, Malcolm was able to push his concern for their wellbeing aside and just enjoy the show. There was still a tinge of guilt in the back of his mind about the fact that these were his children. He'd never thought of them in a sexual way before and had no interest in getting sexually involved with them. But he couldn't deny how hot it was to see them getting their cocks sucked by a sexy teenage boy. Malcolm wanted to get closer and get a better look at the action, but he didn't dare to move.

After a going back and forth between the two younger boys' cock, Darren got up and undid his pants. He took his cock out and the two boys, who were still sitting on the bed in front of him, went to work on it. At first, they both licked the shaft (it looked like it was about 5 inches long) at the same time, each on one side. Then Scotty put it in his mouth and tried to take as much of it in as he could. It looked like was able to fit more than half of it. Meanwhile, Bobby was licking the teenager's balls. 

It was such a hot scene! Malcolm's cock was rock hard inside his pants and leaking pre-cum. He was rubbing it with his hand and would have probably cum if he'd kept going. But he wanted to get a piece of the action. 

He turned on the light suddenly and, doing his best to sound shocked and angry, said, "What the fuck is going on here?"


V. DARREN

Darren's heart skipped a beat when the lights suddenly went on and he heard Mr. Gilmour's booming voice ask what the fuck was going on. The answer to that questions was quite simple: Mr. Gilmour's cute eight- and six-year-old sons were busy giving Darren the best blowjob he'd ever had in his life! 

The boys immediately took their mouths off his cock and balls when they heard their father, and Darren's first instinct was to pull his pants back up and try to flee, but he knew there was no way he could climb out the window before Mr. Gilmour got to him. He was trying to button his pants when the man told him to stop.

"Don't fucking move," he said. Darren noticed that while his voice was angry and authoritative, he was also keeping it down, as it he didn't want anybody outside this room to hear it. "You can button your pants when I say you can. Until then, you leave that cock out, boy." 

Darren was terrified of what the man would do to him, but he didn't want to piss him off any more than he already was, so he said, "Yes, sir," and pulled his pants and underwear back down to his knees. 

By now the boys had started crying and were pleading with their dad not to be angry at them. Mr. Gilmour told Darren not to move, then turned to his sons to comfort. He spoke to them in a very soothing voice that was in sharp contrast to the way he was addressing Darren.

"Don't worry, boys," he said, "I'm not mad at you. I know you didn't do anything wrong, okay? Don't cry. I just want to make sure Darren wasn't hurting you."

He turned back to Darren and glared at him. "All right, boy, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I... I'm sorry, sir. I swear I didn't hurt them." 

"Well, you had your cock in their mouths, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry!" 

"Do you think that's appropriate, to sneak into a man's house at night like a burglar and have sex with his prepubescent sons?"

"No, sir, I don't know what I was thinking. I promise I won't do it again. Can't I pull my pants up now, please?"

"No, you may not." 

Mr. Gilmour stepped up to him and surprised him by grabbing his junk with his right hand. Darren's cock had gone soft by now. Mr. Gilmour squeezed it.

"Why aren't you hard anymore, boy?" 

"I... I don't know. 'Cause I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I just don't know what you're going to do." 

"Hmm." Mr. Gilmour let go of his cock. "What to do with you, that's a good question. I mean, I can't just let this go, can I? Maybe I should just call your father and let him handle this." 

"No, please don't call my father, sir. I'll do anything you want, but he doesn't need to know about it." 

"You'll do anything I want? Well, that's an interesting proposition." Mr. Gilmour's face transformed into a big toothy grin, and for a moment Darren had the impression that this whole thing was just an act, that Mr. Gilmour wasn't really angry at all and that he was just messing with him. But, no, that was crazy. After what he'd caught Darren doing with his sons, how could he not be angry?

"I have an idea," Mr. Gilmour said. "Since you enjoy having your cock sucked by my sons so much, I think it's only fair that you pay me back by returning the favour to me." 

Darren watched as he unbuckled his belt, realizing what the boy's father was suggesting. He stared in disbelief as the man took out his big, fat, hard cock. 

"Come on, Darren," he said. "Get to work." 

Darren looked at the two naked boys sitting on the bed. They were staring at their father's cock and looked as shocked as Darren felt.

"Oh, don't worry about them," Mr. Gilmour said. "Take a close look, boys, you might actually learn a thing or two." 

Darren felt his cock start to stiffen again. He had never sucked a man's cock before. In fact, the only dicks he'd ever taken in his mouth were Scotty and Bobby's. Mr. Gilmour's cock was much bigger than his own, let alone the boys' little dicklets. It was big and scary, but the moment he saw it, Darren knew he wanted it. 

He looked up to Mr. Gilmour's face, trying to read his expression. 

"Are you serious?" he asked, incredulous. 

"Do I look like I'm joking? Come on, you better hurry up before my wife wakes up and comes to check on the boys." 

Darren didn't hesitate any longer. He got down in front of Mr. Gilmour and took the big, beautiful piece of meat in his mouth. It felt completely different from sucking on the boys' little cocks, taking up so much space in his mouth. He couldn't even fit the whole thing in, and yet he wanted more. He moved his head up and down on it and heard Mr. Gilmour moaning. 

"Oh, yeah. That's it, boy. Take my big cock all the way down your throat. Come on." 

Darren's own dick was fully hard again and he jerked himself off while he gave his first blowjob to an adult cock. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the boys watching and giggling. They were no longer scared but seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. 

Mr. Gilmour placed grabbed his head with both hands and started forcing his cock deeper into Darren's throat. Darren almost gagged, but he managed to take more of it in each time. 

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, boy, and I want you to swallow it. Here it comes. Get ready for it. Here it comes!" 

Mr. Gilmour was fucking Darren's face furiously by now while Darren stroked his own cock with equal enthusiasm. When he felt the streams of hot, creamy cum start to fill his mouth, he swallow as much of it as he could, though he couldn't swallow fast enough and some of it started spilling out of his mouth and down his chin. Before Mr. Gilmour had shot his last load, Darren's cock exploded, matching the older man's orgasm. 

When both of them had finished cumming, the man slipped his mouth out of Darren's mouth and squeezed one last drop of cum out of his shaft and smeared it across Darren's face, then he shoved it back into his pants.

"Wow," he said, "you're a good cocksucker. I can see why my sons seemed to be having so much fun while you sucked them off earlier." 

When Darren heard this, he realized that the man had been watching them for some time before he "caught" them and asked what was going on. He wondered again if the whole angry dad thing hadn't just been an act. Not that it mattered anymore. 

"Next time you want to have sex with my sons," Mr. Gilmour said, "you ask my permission. I'm sure we can work something out. Good night, boys." And then he left them there, stunned, and went back upstairs. 

THE END