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Drive Letter Z – Part Three, Final Chapter

A good orgasm can drain you. After cumming so hard, against the soft butt of the boy of my dreams, I was drained. Wendy came into the house, and said that the ribs were ready, so I followed her outside and sucked down a glass of lemonade. The smell of cooked ribs was reminding me that I hadn't eaten much of my hamburger earlier and I couldn't wait to get some meat into my stomach.

My dick was aching with my pulse, but it was a good ache, it was an ache that meant I just cummed on a boy's ass! Just when I thought that orgasms couldn't be any stronger, I get to have a back breaking orgasm with a boy in my lap. 

The paper plate of food on my lap, tilted up slightly as my thoughts started to turn me on again. My dick ached more as it started to get hard again, and I wondered if it was possible to break my penis from over use.

I calmed myself and raised tasty ribs to my mouth with shaky hands. The food tasted amazing and I ate fast, like I was starving. Wendy laughed at me, joking and saying that she should cook ribs more often.

Finally, Douglas emerged from the house, with little Joey skipping in front of him. I followed Douglas as he approached the group of us, seeing that he looked just as tired as I felt. I smiled at my friend and he smiled back as he fixed a plate of ribs.

I watched Douglas sit at the picnic table, with the other kids. Joey waited eagerly as his dad pulled meat from the bone, because Joey liked it better that way. He was so caring for his little son, with every gesture and pat on the back, it was obvious that Joey was lucky to have a father like Douglas.

Douglas caught me staring and nodded for me to sit at the opposite side of Joey. I took a few careful breaths, making sure that I wasn't going to stand with a hardon, and then went to sit opposite Joey.

Joey smiled at me and then said, “Do you want my dad to pull the meat on your bone?”

Douglas and I chuckled together and I said, “Yes, I think might like that.”

“Pull your own meat.” Douglas said, still laughing.

Joey giggle right along with us, but he clearly didn't understand the adult humor. I loved that he didn't understand because he's still a little boy. I couldn't get enough of Joey's awkward boy movements and the way his little button nose wrinkled when he laughed. I slowed down on my eating as I took in every  little detail while Joey over stuffed his mouth and got barbeque sauce all over his face. I wanted to lick and kiss the sauce from his face, and land on his young red lips.

“Darren!” Douglas said, under his breath.

I broke out of my trance, seeing Douglas shake his head and smile.

“Sorry.” I said, and went back to eating. I guess I was perving too hard as I watched Joey, but it was so hot to see.

When dinner was finished, some of the girls helped Wendy clean up while the guys talked out by the cars, saying goodbye. I stayed behind, talking with Joey at the picnic table where we had been eating. Everything that my favorite boy had to say, seemed important, whereas others would ignore it. I couldn't get enough of his voice, his eyes, his little nose and the softness of his skin. There was nothing else in the world.

“Are you two having fun out here?” Wendy asked as she walked to the table.

“Joey is telling me about his soccer team.” I said, smiling at her.

“Yeah!” Joey piped, “Can Darren come to my game next week?”

“You'll have to ask Darren.” Wendy said.

I looked at Joey's wide smile, pleading with me to say yes. It became apparent that I would do anything to please him.

“Of course I will.” I answered.

Douglas returned to the back yard after saying goodbye to the other guests. I realized that I was the only one left and felt like I might be inconveniencing them. I got up to leave, but Douglas asked me to stay behind a little. Wendy hugged me and kissed my cheek as she excused herself, saying she was going upstairs to bed.

I followed Douglas inside, wondering what he had in store for me. We sat and talked together in the living room again, while Joey sat on Douglas' lap, laying back against his daddy's chest. We talked about normal everyday work stuff, not wanting to mention anything too sensitive in front of Joey, I suppose. 

I was excited because Douglas said that it would be alright for me to bring my new digital camera to Joey's soccer game. I hoped that I could get more high resolution pics of Joey, to add to my collection. 

After a bit, Joey's eyes started drooping and he was fighting to keep them open. I saw Douglas place his hand on the boy's tummy, under his shirt and rub him in slow, soothing circles. It didn't take long before Joey was asleep.

“Come on.” Douglas whispered. He picked up his boy and I followed him up the stairs, hoping that Wendy was already asleep.

We walked into Joey's room, stepping over random toys on the floor. Douglas clicked on the little bedside lamp that had paper stars on the shade. I stood by patiently, watching Douglas remove his son's shoes and socks. He unzipped Joey's blue shorts and slid them off, casting them onto the floor. Joey was left on his bed in only his briefs and his yellow shirt with a cartoon sponge on it.

“Look at him.” Douglas whispered.

Douglas sat beside Joey on the bed and I knelt at the side of the bed. We both watched the peaceful rise and fall of the boy's chest as he quietly entered into a dreamland. It was so beautiful to watch Joey in such a tranquil state, and it stirred emotions in me. 

After a bit, Douglas leaned over and placed a quiet, gentle kiss on his son's cheek, “Good night.” He whispered.

Douglas looked to me and I leaned in, getting close to Joey. I got closer and carefully kissed my lips on Joey's warm cheek. “Good night.” I said, quietly.

Douglas pulled the blankets to cover Joey and then clicked the lamp off, so that the room was dark again. 

When we first went into Joey's room, I thought Douglas was taking me in there with him, to have some fun, but this was the opposite, and it felt right.

When we got back downstairs again, Douglas and I sat on the couch again and he wore a serious expression.

“That,” Douglas said, pointing at the ceiling, toward Joey's room, “is how it should always be. Its about caring for him. It's alright for you to have your time with him, but I don't ever want him to feel like he was forced into anything.”

“I would never--” I started to say, but Douglas cut me off.

”I just have to be clear about this.” Douglas said, “And you can take as many pictures of him as you want, but never anything illegal. No naked pictures. I don't want him growing up remembering that some one has nude photos of him.”

I felt a sick feeling in my stomach as I listened to my friend tell me that I shouldn't do things that I wouldn't do anyway. It made me feel horrible, but I listened to it all.

I nodded my head, “You have my sincere promise.” I said.

Douglas was quiet for a few seconds and then he added, “There's only one thing that has Joey in it and I'm going to delete it because it bothers me to have it.” Douglas got up from the couch and walked over to his computer and I followed.

“I'm going to show it to you before it's gone forever.” Douglas said, as he entered the password to log on.

I felt my legs begin to shake and Douglas asked me to pull up a chair. My breathing was shaky and I could feel my blood rushing through me as I watched Douglas click through folders that all had images of naked skin. The screen was a bit larger than my own at home and I loved that there was so much boy skin filling it. Douglas opened a folder and my dick jumped to life as I saw the folder fill the screen with at least fifty video icons.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped.

Douglas looked like he was nervous as well. He stood up a bit, glancing up the stairway to make sure the coast was clear. When Douglas sat back down again, he fiddled with the volume of the speakers.

“I don't want it to be too loud,” Douglas said, “But you have to hear it.”

I nodded my head and saw Douglas glance at my boner poking out my shorts. He adjusted his position in his chair and then clicked to start the video. I felt my heart beat race as I saw my favorite boy on the screen. Douglas clicked the 'full screen' button so that the HD image was big.

“Wow!” I breathed.

The video showed Joey wearing only white briefs trimmed with red. Douglas sat in the computer chair and lifted Joey to sit on his lap. I noticed that Douglas was only wearing his boxers, clearly ready for naughty fun. 

'We're gonna look at naked people together.' Douglas on screen said, 'Does that sound like fun?'

Joey nodded eagerly. You could see that Douglas was clicking through files or a website on the computer screen that wasn't visible. After a few clicks, there was the unmistakeable sound of repeated moans coming from a woman. The light from the computer monitor lit Joey's little surprised face.

'That's what a girl looks like when she's naked.' Douglas said, rubbing his hand on Joey's bare stomach.

'Her peepee looks like Mommy's.' Joey said.

'That's right,' Douglas said, 'girls look different, down there.'

The moans coming from the porno, were getting louder and Joey watched with intense interest.

'What's she doing?' Joey asked.

'She's doing what's called, masturbating.' Douglas said, 'When she rubs herself there, it feels like when we do this...'

Douglas' hand moved to Joey's briefs, grabbing and massaging the tent in his son's briefs. Joey gasped but made no effort to stop his dad from touching. As Douglas rubbed, Joey squirmed and kept his eyes on the screen.

'Why is she yelling?' Joey asked, 'Does it hurt her too?'

'No.' Douglas answered, 'You know when you're about to get your good tickle and mommy's not around? You make more noise, cause it feels good. That's what she's doing because she really likes it. Go ahead and try it.'

Douglas' hand moved faster on his boy's crotch and Joey's little muscles clenched, bracing against the stimulation. Joey let out a little moan between his little clenched teeth as he arched his back, pushing his tummy out.

'Louder, if you want.' Douglas moaned into Joey's ear, 'Mommy's not here, no one can hear you.'

Joey took his father's cue, thrusting his hips and letting out loud squeals of pleasure. At one point Douglas pulled the back of his boy's briefs down, and it looked like he inserted his dick between the boy's legs, so that his dick was poking the front of Joey's undies.

As Douglas stimulated his boy faster, he had to hold Joey tighter, so that he wouldn't fall off. The boy's shouts of pleasure got louder and louder. You could hear Douglas moaning things into Joey's hear, telling his boy that he loved him. The woman moaning on the porno seemed to be getting louder and it looked like Joey was still watching her. Joey's little figure was wiggling around on his dady, like crazy and his shouts got louder until finally his whole body tensed. Joey let out a loud, high pitched moan as he clapped both hands to hold his father's rubbing hand on his crotch. Both father and son held on tight while Joey convulsed in orgasm, and the girl on their porno screamed 'Oh fuck yeah!' over and over. Joey's legs were extended straight out and his toes were curled as waves of pleasure hit him and his daddy kissed his cheek. Finally, all of Joey's muscles seemed to relax at once and he let his weight fall back against Douglas' chest.

Douglas's hand was still rubbing on the crotch of Joey's briefs, but then I realized that he was touching his own dick, which was pushed up between his boy's legs.

'Help me out?' Douglas asked his boy. 

Joey moved his hands under the elastic of his briefs, clearly rubbing around the head of his father's cock.

'That's it, pal.' Douglas moaned, 'Make me explode. Give me my good tickle!'

Joey obeyed his dad and started moving his hands around faster. Douglas moaned out loud, grunting with every movement of his boy's hands.

'Here it comes, pal!' Douglas growled, as his body tensed.

It looked like Douglas was holding his breath and his face was turning red. I watched my friend twitching in his chair, scooting it all over as his orgasm hit. It didn't matter that Douglas' dick was hidden under his boy's briefs; thick white ropes of cum exploded right through the material of Joey's undies. Douglas' whole body shook with each shot of cum that went through the air. A total of five shots of jizz penetrated Joey's briefs, until Douglas relaxed against the chair again. Both father and son rested on the chair, breathing hard and then the video stopped.

My dick was beyond hard. It hurt to feel my hardon pressing against my shorts with such force. I turned to look at Douglas, who was carefully watching me. I unzipped my shorts, telling him that it was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I couldn't figure out if Douglas was scared or turned on, but it didn't matter.

“Pull down your shorts.” I ordered, as I let my shorts drop to the floor.

“Why?” Douglas asked, looking small in his seat.

“Because I want your dick in my mouth.” I said. I let my boxers drop to the floor and started stroking my dick as I watched my best friend, waiting for him to obey me.

“But, what if Wendy comes down stairs?” Douglas whispered.

“Then she'll find us.” I stepped closer to Douglas. “Take them off.” I breathed, “I want to taste the cum that made the boy that I love so much.” I didn't want to wait for Douglas any longer, so I started unzipping him myself.

“Is this too gay for you?” I asked, as I unzipped his shorts and pulled his dick out. I kissed the sheath that covered his fat cock and swirled my tongue inside the foreskin. I felt my buddy shudder with pleasure and I pulled back the skin to expose the head of his dick. Douglas opened his mouth to say something but closed it again when I took his cock in my mouth.

I heard Douglas moan, yet he tried to be quiet about it. I centered my body at the middle of my best friend's crotch and let my head go further down, taking more of his cock in, until my lips were touching his pubes. This time Douglas let out a louder moan than before and I felt his hand on the back of my head. I didn't pull up right away, but moved the back of my throat so that it massaged the mushroom head of his dick. Douglas' legs tensed and I felt his fingers grab my hair.

“Oh shit!” He tried to whisper.

I pulled up, half way, to get some air and then went back down again, fighting the gag reflex. I did this only three times before I felt his hand try to pull my head off of him.

“I'm gonna blow my load!” Douglas moaned, still trying to pull my head off.

I acted like I hadn't even heard him and went back down on his cock.

“Fuck!” Douglas moaned, way too loud.

I continued sucking as I felt Douglas' hardon go rigid and then limp over and over, as he pumped his load into my throat. I gagged and and swallowed as much of it as I could, and eventually felt his hands holding my head in place, instead of trying to pull me off.  He grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and pushed my head down with the other. I didn't fight Douglas, I let him do what he wanted.

When my friend's dick finally stopped pumping, he loosened his grip on me and said, “Please pull off slowly.”

I did as Douglas asked, feeling the head of his cock leave the back of my throat and hearing him gasp.

That is when we heard footsteps upstairs and I pulled off of him quickly. Douglas fumbled to shut of the monitor and I jumped up, and raced to put my boxers and shorts back on.

“Honey?” Wendy called out from up the stairs, in a loud whisper, “Everything okay down there?”

“Yeah.” Douglas called out, trying to sound normal, “We're just talking about work stuff.”

There was a long, quiet pause as we waited for Wendy to say something. It was clear that there was some doubt, but she finally said, “Well come to bed soon. It's getting late.”

“Be right up!” Douglas said.

Douglas and I sat, calming down, after almost getting caught. I looked at Douglas, hoping that things were okay between us.

“Was that alright?” I asked. “Me, sucking you off?”

Douglas didn't say anything right away. He looked confused and maybe a little disturbed. “I don't know.” He finally answered. “Jacking off might be alright, but sucking still feels too familiar. Too... intimate. I guess.”

I was surprised that Douglas' words actually hurt me. I thought that we were both turned on enough to do just about anything, but perhaps not. Maybe Douglas was right, maybe I was gay all over, but he was something different. 

Things were a bit awkward after that, but it was more awkward for me than for Douglas. My friend didn't seem to be as effected by what he had said, as I was. Overall, it shouldn't matter, since I get to spend time with my favorite boy now.

The work environment was different between us. I would be in the middle of a project, and Douglas would activate the presentation software, so that the image of a naked boy would pop up on my screen. It was always an instant trigger of hotness when Douglas did that, but it threw all productivity out the window. It's not like Douglas did this once per day, he did it several times.

When Douglas knew that he had my attention, he would start sending more pictures on my screen, knowing full well that I wanted to save all of them. We would jack off and discuss each picture that came up. 

One time, during a hot pic session, Douglas said he has some pics that would go along with the theme for the next Saturday. I waited to see what he was talking about and found myself instantly hard when he started showing me pictures of young boys in yellow soccer uniforms. The boys were about eight years old and all of them were exposing themselves. Maybe its a personal fetish but there's something hot about a boy who is dressed in the color yellow that sends a hot tingle through me.

When Saturday finally arrived, I got to Douglas' house a little early and let Joey tell me everything about his soccer team. Wendy commented to me that she was glad that Joey had an uncle now, since Douglas was an only child and she only had sisters. I smiled with pride and gladly accepted the title of 'Uncle Darren'.

Maybe it was because I was willing to listen, but Joey seemed extra animated to show me a new kick that he learned in soccer. I patiently watched as Joey repeatedly threw himself flat on the grass in the back yard and threw a leg into the air to kick an imaginary ball. I knew the kick that Joey was trying to perform because I used to play soccer when I was little, but because Joey was so young, his kick looked odd but cute. I gladly sat still and put my full attention on my favorite boy's smooth legs and excited smile.

I started to raise my camera, but waited until I saw Douglas nod that it was okay. I set my camera for a fast shutter speed and activated the quick succession, to catch Joey in the air. Joey squealed in excitement when I showed him the preview of the pictures of him in mid air. He made me promise to take pictures while he was on the field during the game, 'especially when I'm kicking', he ordered. I grinned at my little friend and agreed to take as many pictures as possible.

We all went in Douglas' car together and I sat in the back with Joey. I loved hearing everything that he had to say about anything. I especially loved how I could see inside the wide leg of his shorts. Joey smiled shyly as he caught me looking up his thigh, and opened his shorts more to give me a peek. Joey kept smiling as though he was enjoying the naughty aspect of showing himself to me. Joey leaned forward a bit, putting his young eyes on my crotch. I gulped and glanced at the front seats to make sure Douglas and Wendy's full attention was on their own conversation. My heart was thudding against my chest as I turned in my seat a bit, opening my legs wide. I fished my hand into the leg of my shorts and pulled my half hard dick to pull it into the open. Joey gasped quietly and smiled at me. I wasn't sure how close we were to the soccer field where Joey was supposed to play, so I put my dick away for the rest of the car ride. I tried to think of something other than the fact that Joey, the boy that I dreamed of, was actually flirting with me.

When we arrived at the park, Joey hopped around excitedly, asking me to take pictures of him with his soccer mates. I fought the hard-on, while I snapped pictures of little cuties that were similar to the child porn that Douglas had shown me during the week.

When it was time to for the soccer players to gather, Joey yelled 'Watch me, Darren! Watch when I kick!” I was in heaven.

“You do realize,” Wendy said, “he's never going to let you stop taking pictures of him?”

“It's alright.” I shrugged.

I snapped picture after picture of Joey and even some of his friends. It was wonderful to see Joey so excited to show off. I cheered for Joey's team, which was called the 'White Wampas', which was a name from the Empire Strikes Back. The opposing team was called the 'Jumping Jawas'. The 'Jumping Jawas' wore brown and black while the 'White Wampas' wore white with navy blue trim. I loved the scifi theme for the teams and I loved the amount of bubble butts that were running around.

The coach for Joey's team was a woman who looked like she was Wendy's age and she cheered for her team, even through their mistakes. I noticed the coach for the other team was a man who wore a sour face and shook his head a lot. I hated him at first sight.

A couple of boys wearing white, on Joey's team carried the ball past the brown team and scored a goal. The coach on the opposite team, waved a clip board in the air as he shouted in anger at the boys. I watched the referee walk over to the coach as soon as he yelled, 'god damn it!' Things quieted down amongst the entire crowd of parents and players as everyone watched the referee scold the coach for his  language. It looked like the coach wasn't taking his scolding very well, but finally the game started again.

Joey's coach shouted words of encouragement with every good thing that her boys did, while the coach of the Jawas' continuously growled at his players saying, 'Welcome to a real game, pick up the pace!' or 'At least act like you know what you're doing!'

I could see different parents approach the coach, with concerned looks. I couldn't hear what those parents were saying but it didn't seem to matter to the coach. 

Joey's team scored another goal and everyone watched as the coach threw his clip board on the grass, spitting with a red face. “Welcome to a real game, Travis!” He yelled at the young goalie in a brown uniform. “Keep your eye on the ball!”

As the game continued and the coach on the opposite team grew angrier, the crowd became quieter. I kept taking pictures of Joey, still seeing his eager smile as he threw himself all over the grass, trying to do his special kick. The ball flew right past Joey's kick, past the goalie and into the net. Joey had missed the ball as he was trying to do his special kick, allowing the other team to score. I wanted to hug him as I watched the look of dread on his face.

The coach on the opposing team clapped loudly and sarcastically. “Thanks, kid!” The coach yelled to Joey, “Keep doing dumb stuff like that and we'll win!”

Joey raised himself up from the ground and watched the man with the clipboard, call him dumb.

My heart raced and I watched Douglas step into the field while shouting to the coach who just insulted his son. “He's just a kid!” Douglas yelled.

“Welcome to sports!” The coach in the brown uniform yelled in response, “The kid should learn a thing or two about the game before trying to play!”

Several adults jumped forward and grabbed Douglas, pulling him back to the side line. Wendy tried to calm Douglas, as did other parents who were close by. I saw some of the grown-ups talk to the referee as well. 

My pulse raced and my ears burned as I watched Joey stand on the field looking like he could start to cry.

The referee ordered all parents to leave the field and he blew the whistle to start the game again. While the young players resumed kicking the ball around, I went to Douglas, who was surrounded by other parents who were just as angry as I was. One woman said that the referee couldn't so anything as long as the coach wasn't using curse words.

The coach of Joey's team came over and I listened as she explained that the other coach is new and temporary. She said that he was filling in while the normal coach had knee surgery. As if it wasn't obvious, she explained that the parents on the opposite team didn't like him either.

Parents tried to keep cheering for their kids, while keeping angry eyes on the angry coach. My heart ached as I watched Joey try to play without any of the excitement that he had when we arrived at the park. 

The woman coach for Joey's team tried to encourage the parents to keep cheering for their kids while the game continued. Douglas, Wendy and I shout positive words for Joey, but it was tough to watch him play while trying not to cry.

Finally, the coach on the other team threw his clipboard again, when one of his players got a penalty for  handling the ball with his hand.  “Welcome to soccer!” The man yelled at a young boy who had started to cry. “Use your feet! Not your hands!”

“That's it!” The coach from Joey's team yelled, to the other coach. “No more! My kids won't play as long as you're involved!” She turned to the referee and said, “I'm removing my players from the game.”

“Forfeit!” The referee called out. “White Wampas forfeit the game! Jumping Jawas are the winners.”

No one on either team cheered at the announcement of a winner. Players slowly walked off the field to their parents. I saw some adults argue furiously with the man-coach on the other site of the field and then move on to their cars.

Douglas knelt down in front of Joey, who had tears streaming down his face. I rubbed a hand on my little friend's back, hoping that it provided some comfort. The tears pooled in my own eyes as I watched Joey shudder as he cried when his daddy hugged him. Wendy gently put her arms around her son and her husband as they consoled Joey.

“Let's get out of here.” Douglas said. He stood to walk toward the car, but I couldn't follow.

“No.” I said as I watched the coach in the brown uniform shake his head at a father and laugh while the man yelled at him. The man who was shouting at the coach stormed off. My pulse surged  when I saw the coach roll his eyes as the man walked away.

I made my decision and everything that Douglas said couldn't make me stop. I was walking straight toward the coach who made my boy cry, and I was walking with great speed. Douglas trailed behind me, asking me to be careful and to slow down. I saw a couple more men in my side view, who were walking with me. I purposely didn't slow down, making it so that I was right up close to the asshole coach. I didn't stop or slow down as I was suddenly nose to nose with the red faced dickhead. The coach staggered backwards, pushing a hand out and ordering me to stop.

“Welcome to my face!” I spat.

The coach staggered backwards until he fell over the net-bag full of soccer balls. “Cut it out!” He demanded.

I stood over the man as he cringed away from me. “Welcome to the real world,” I added, “where you can't talk to little kids like that!”

“I'll call the fucking cops on you!” The man said, with eyes darting at Douglas and another man who was closing in. “You can't do this!”

To my left, I heard the deep voice of a man who was a few inches taller than me, “The cops are already here.” The man said as he opened his wallet to show a shiny gold police badge. “I can call for back up, if you want.” The cop added, with an angry face, looking like he was ready to start kicking the coach on the ground. “The problem is, those guys that come to help will be parents too. When I tell them how you're treating six year olds, you're gonna get the wrong kind of help.”

“Wait!” The coach was holding his hands out, trying to ward us off. “What am I supposed to do? Let you beat me up?”

“No!” I barked, seeing him jump. “No one's going to beat you up, although I wouldn't mind it.  You're going to apologize.”

“Okay! I'm fucking sorry!” The man said.

“Don't apologize to me!” I yelled, “You'll apologize to the kids, and you're going to make it look like you mean it!”

Moments later, we were walking back toward Wendy and Joey. The coach walked less like an overpowering asshole and more like the weak fool that he really was. I could see Douglas' eyes on me as we walked, but I couldn't read what he might be thinking.

Wendy stood with Joey in front of her, holding onto his shoulders.

“This man has something he wants to say to you, Joey.” I offered, “Is that alright?”

Joey's eyes were still red from crying and I saw him look to his dad and then say, “Okay.”

“Hi.” The coach said, in a weak tone. “I'm sorry.”

“You're sorry for what?” The cop growled.

The coach cringed a bit and then added, “I'm sorry for talking to you like I did.”

I immediately saw the tension leave Joey's little body as he stared at the man who had yelled at him. “Okay.” Joey said.

The coach turned, like he was going to try and walk away, but I added, “Weren't you saying something about Joey's kick?”

The coach stopped and looked at me like I was crazy.

I gave the coach a look like I wanted to kill him and said, “You were telling us that Joey's kick was actually very good.”

“Oh.” The coach groaned, “Yeah. You have a good technique there.” He looked at me to see if I was satisfied, but then added, “You could be a pro some day.”

Joe took in a deep breath and a wide smile grew on his face. “Really?” Joey asked.

The coach nodded his head, without a smile. This was all Joey needed to hear and he began rattling off all sorts of different techniques that he had been trying to learn. The cop an I shared a glance and we were both smiling as the little six year old rambled.

After a minute or so, the cop ushered the coach away toward a crowd of parents who seemed to be waiting with their kids, who all wore white or brown soccer uniforms.

Douglas wouldn't stop staring at me as we walked toward the car, listening to the pleasing sound of Joey's excited voice. Joey and Wendy were in the car, but I waited to get in, asking Douglas if everything was okay. My friend stared at me again, without expression and then suddenly, his arms were around me in a tight hug.

“Thank you, for loving my son so much.” Douglas whispered into my ear.

I held my friend tighter in response, and when we broke away from the hug, I saw that we both had tears in our eyes.

The car ride home was odd, but pleasant. I listened to Joey talk nonstop about his other soccer kicks, and at the same time I watched Wendy caress her hand on Douglas' cheek.

“You're such an emotional dork.” Wendy said.

Douglas shook his head and let out a quiet laugh. “I know.” He answered, “Can you go to your sister's house without Joey and I?”

“Sure.” Wendy replied, “You guys can have your 'man time'.”

I wondered if perhaps Wendy knew about what really went on when she wasn't around. I caught Douglas' eyes through the rear view mirror and I still wondered what he was thinking.

When we got to Douglas' house, Wendy took off in the car and Joey went running off into the house. I wasn't sure if Douglas wanted me to stay for his 'man time' with Joey, but I hoped that I could.

“Does Wendy know?” I asked, as we walked into the living room.

“No.” Douglas answered. “There are times during sex when we get so turned on, that we start saying stuff that we wouldn't normally say. One time I started telling her that I wanted my daddy to suck me. She didn't seem to freak out, but she encouraged me to say as much naughty stuff as I could.”

I sat on one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter and listened while Douglas brought out  some beers.  When Douglas had his first sip of beer, he continued, “I told Wendy that I was afraid that what I said would be too perverted, but she said to keep going.”

My dick was getting hard as I listened, but I didn't try to hide it. I hoped that my friend saw my erection and I hoped that his son would see it too.

Douglas leaned on the counter and kept telling his confessional tale, “I told her that I wanted my daddy to suck my little boy peepee and lick my hairless balls. Of course, I was fucking her while I said all of this, and it was getting me worked up. I kept saying that I wanted to touch a daddy peepee and feel daddy cum. When the sex was over and things were serious, I admitted to her that my dad used to touch me. She said that I should keep saying stuff like that during sex if it gets me worked up.”

Douglas took another long swig of his beer and then came around the counter to sit next to me on the other bar stool. We noticed each other's hardon's and exchanged a smile.

“Here's the thing.” Douglas said, in a quieter voice. “I like taking risks, as you experienced last week. When I get worked up enough, the thought of taking risks, gets me red hot. So,” Douglas paused and looked down the hallway to see if Joey was still playing in his room, which he was. “I was fingering her pussy pretty hard one Saturday morning and she was fucking loving it. I was jacking myself off, but we kept stopping if we heard a noise in the hallway, thinking that Joey might open the door and come in. We kept stopping to cover ourselves, just in case. One time, I decided to keep going. She got a little scared but let me keep fingering her. I told her that I hoped our little boy walked in and caught his mommy feeling so good. I said that I wanted Joey to see his mommy having an orgasm. I asked her if she wanted me to stop saying stuff like that, but she didn't say yes or no, so I kept going. We heard little footsteps in the hallway and I didn't move to stop and she was flexing her muscles as I rubbed her clit. I think we both figured that Joey was going to open the door at any second, but he didn't. Finally Wendy said that it was okay to say stuff like that as long as it stayed a fantasy. I rubbed her hard as I told her how I wanted our son to jump up on the bed and get naked with us. My own wife had a strong orgasm as I described our son's little hardon fucking into her pussy. She seemed ashamed after that, but I still talk like that during our sex play. I hope that one day I can get her worked up enough to really let Joey come in and join us.”

Douglas looked down at the hardon poking a tent in my shorts and said, “Here I am talking about sex with my wife and you're getting hard. Are you sure you're gay?”

I tried not to be embarrassed, but I knew it showed. “Sorry,” I said, “It's not your wife that I'm hot about, but the idea of little Joey having sex with his mommy is amazing.”

“I agree.” Douglas said.

There was a sudden quiet between the two of us as we sipped on our beer. Douglas finally looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and kept quiet.

“What's going on with you?” I asked. “You've been acting weird since the soccer game.”

Douglas sat his beer on the counter and stood. He stepped closer to me and turned my stool so that he was standing between my legs. I gasped when I felt my friend's fingers begin to massage my dick through my shorts.

“Thanks,” Douglas said, “For what you did at the game. You made Joey smile again and that means so much to me.” Douglas stepped even closer to me so that our crotches were touching and our noses were inches away. “It means so much!”

“You're welcome.” I breathed.

“I was thinking,” Douglas said as he started grinding against me, “maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get...intimate?”

I raised my legs and hooked them to Douglas' back side, pulling him against me. He began grinding harder, tilting the stool.

“Joey?” Douglas called out. “You want to do sexy stuff with Darren and I?”

“Okay.” Joey answered, from down the hall.

I held on tight to Douglas as he continued grinding, and I was shocked to hear my buddy's muffled breathing as he kissed my neck.  I put my hands on the butt of Douglas' shorts and then I felt him reach around and place one of my hands under the waistband of his shorts. I took the cue and reached both of my hands into his shorts so that I could grab onto his well toned man-ass.

“It feels weird being close like this, with a guy.” Douglas said, “Especially with you.”

I pulled away to look at my friend and said, “That's okay, we don't have to do this if it feels weird.”

“It feels wrong.” Douglas added, “But I like that it feels wrong and...perverted.”

“Wow.” I sighed.

Douglas grabbed onto me tight and started slamming his crotch against me. “I love that you care so much about my son.” Douglas said, with a shaky voice, “I want to watch you have perverted sex with my little boy.” He moaned into my ear.

I looked over Douglas' shoulder to see Joey standing there watching his father dry hump another man. I turned my attention back to Douglas, who was so close to me.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I asked, since our lips were only inches apart. “Or would that feel too wrong?”

Douglas let out a shaky breath and then I felt his lips on mine. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore my mouth. I had dreamed about kissing my straight friend before, but nothing could have prepared me for the real thing. 

“You there, pal?” Douglas asked, breaking our kiss.

“Yeah.” Joey replied.

Douglas' lips remained close to mine, as if he would kiss me again. “Go and turn on Daddy's computer, okay pal?” 

“Okay, Daddy.” Joey said and then he was off to switch on Douglas' computer.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I had to stop because I'm about ready to cum.” Douglas said.

I looked at Douglas with raised eyebrows and said, “Wow! I meant, what you going to do with the computer on?”

“Oh.” Douglas said, smiling. “Joey has never seen my stash before. I think it would be hot for us to show him what other kids look like naked.”

“That sounds amazing!” I said.

Douglas gently pulled himself off of me and we each pulled a chair up to his computer as he worked the mouse. Joey was bouncing in his seat and grabbing at the crotch of his shorts.

“Wait a minute.” I said, “I thought you showed him sex stuff before.” I was referring to the video that Douglas showed me the week before, but I didn't want to let Joey know that I saw it.

“No,” Douglas answered, “He's seen adult stuff but not kids.” Douglas smiled at his son and asked, “Do you want to know what the girls your age look like when they're naked?”

Joey nodded his head excitedly and I rubbed his back as Douglas clicked the mouse on the computer. 

“Here goes!” Douglas said.

A picture of a very young girl filled the large screen. The little girl looked to be about Joey's age or younger and she had her legs spread slightly and she arched her back, pushing her stomach out.

“Wow.” Joey sighed, turning red faced and looking a little shy.

“Does that make your peepee feel good to see her?” Douglas asked.

Joey nodded his head and rubbed at his crotch a few times. I rubbed at my own dick and saw that Douglas was doing the same.

“You want to pull out your wiener, pal?” Douglas asked.

“No.” Joey said, “I want Darren to open my present.”

I shot Douglas a questioning glance and he said that he would explain it later. I watched Douglas cycle through some of the other pictures of some super young girls. Next, Douglas put some pictures on the screen of young boys with older men. I was rock hard from seeing Joey's little eyes taking in all of the hot scenes of incest. Joey was rubbing at his crotch more now and he was squirming in his seat.

“You want to see a video?” Douglas asked.

Both Joey and I answered yes at the same time. Douglas chuckled and clicked the mouse again, until the screen had a video on it. The video was of a boy who looked like he was about thirteen years old, naked and trying to push his four inch hardon into a girl, who looked like she was only about four years old. The boy was going slow, penetrating the girl in slow increments. The little girl's legs were bent and she was holding them spread open while the older boy pushed into her. When the boy was finally all the way in, a man off camera instructed the boy to start fucking but in small thrusts. The girl wore a pained expression until the older boy pulled out a bit and then thrust back into her, slapping against her soft skin. 

'That feel good honey?' The man off screen asked.

The young girl closed her eyes and nodded a silent 'yes'. The older boy began thrusting into her harder with every slap against her. Both boy and girl were grunting with each thrust. The young girl began to whine a bit and the man off screen ordered the older boy to do it harder and he obeyed. Next, we saw the man's fingers press against the little girl's pubic bone while she shook all over the place.

“What's she doing, Daddy?” Joey asked.

“She's getting her good tickle.” Douglas explained.

When the girl on screen stopped convulsing in her orgasm, the boy slowed down a bit. 'I can't hold back, Dad.' The boy said. The man's hand came back on the screen, pushing his son's butt and saying to the girl, 'Big brother is going to go faster now so he can unload in you.' The girl nodded her head saying she understood. With that, the boy began speed fucking his little sister with small but hard thrusts. The girl groaned against her brothers fucking and the boy was moaning, until finally he said, 'Here it comes!'

The boy's fucking slowed a bit and his thrusts became sloppy. The boy began holding his sister in place as he tried to push his cock as far into her as possible, while he shuddered. 

“He's getting his good tickle too?” Joey asked 

“Yeah, pal. He's feeling good.” Douglas answered.

Joey's little legs were spread wide open as he squeezed his tiny hardon through his soccer shorts. We were all rubbing ourselves like crazy when the video ended with the boy telling his father, 'You were right, Dad. I liked it.'

“I wanna unwrap the presents now!” Joey said, urgently.

Joey looked up at me while he still rubbed himself. I looked at Douglas again and he said, “We'll show you.” He clicked a few things on the computer again until it was shutting down. “You know what to do, pal.” Douglas said to Joey.

Joey hopped off of his seat and ran toward the front door and locked it, while Douglas went to lock the back door in the kitchen. 

“Come on, Darren!” Joey called out as he ran upstairs.

Douglas gestured for me to follow him upstairs and I was delighted when he smacked my butt. I smiled and smacked my best friend in return. We ended up in Douglas' master bedroom where Joey was sprawled out in the middle of the large bed. Douglas crawled in and laid next to Joey on his right. I took the cue and crawled in to lay on Joey's left side.

“This,” Douglas said, waving his hand across his son's body, “is a present. His clothes are the wrapping paper, and you have to open the present slowly, to explore him and show him that you love him.”

Joey smiled at me and I returned the smile, letting my eyes travel up and down his little body. I loved how Joey's tiny boner was so easy to see while he wore his soccer shorts!

“Go ahead and unwrap him.” Douglas said.

I played with the situation, acting like I didn't know what I was doing. I snaked my fingers up Joey's little arm, finding his arm pit and making him laugh.

“Hmmm.” I said, “I think I'll need a better look at this part of the present.” I pointed at his milky smooth neck and he tilted his head. I leaned in and sniffed his neck like I was a dog, making him laugh again. Before moving on, I landed a few gentle kisses on his soft skin.

I moved to trace my fingers until they found the opening in the neck of his shirt. I pushed my hand in slowly, feeling Joey's breathing pick up a bit. I circled a finger on his left nipple, feeling him shiver slightly.

Next, I pulled my hand out and traced my finger on top of his shirt, letting my finger dip his shirt into his belly button. “Oops.” I said. “I wonder what that is.” I lifted his shirt up to expose his stomach. “There's a hole in my present!” I exclaimed, poking my finger, gently into his navel. I moved my finger away and brought my mouth down to kiss the smooth skin around his belly button, feeling his breathing become heavy. I let the tip of my tongue move in and explore a bit. I felt Joey's tummy flex in response.

“I wonder what's down here.” I said, letting a finger trace along the material of his shorts. I let my finger stop near the boner poking up the material. “Looks like there's some kind of tiny flag pole in there.”

Joey and Douglas laughed together and watched me move my hand all the way to Joey's knee. I squeezed his knee, hearing him laugh and flinch at the stimulation. I laughed too and then kept my finger moving up his inner thigh. I kept my finger on the skin of his thigh, letting the material of his shorts move aside. I heard Joey gasp when my finger touched the silky smooth skin of his balls. 

“Hmmm.” I said as I let his balls roll in my fingers. I moved my fingers higher, finding the base of the tiniest dick. My forefinger brushed the under side of his little cock, making him giggle a bit.

“This is not flag pole!” I said. “This is a baseball bat. And there are balls. We could play baseball!”

Joey let out a cute squeaky laugh saying, “No.”

I let my fingers stay on his little hardon a bit more, seeing Joey's smile melt into one of ecstasy. “Unwrap me.” Joey quietly pleaded with me.

I looked at Douglas and he was looking just as turned on as I was. “Do it.” Douglas said, “Before you give us both blue balls!”

I chuckled and then carefully pulled Joey's soccer jersey up, exposing the baby skin of his chest and tummy. I kissed Joey's soft skin and tiny nipples as I flung his shirt onto the floor. My hand moved lover as I worshiped his chest with my lips. My fingers stopped on the tent in his shorts, massaging the little skin branch. Joey's hips moved all over the place, pushing into my hand. I grabbed the material around his little cock, grabbing his briefs too, and yanked it lower. Joey raised his hips off the bed letting the material scoot past his little bubble butt. I had his soccer shorts down to his knees, but I stopped to take in the hot sight of Joey's six year old naked body.

“You're so amazing!” I moaned, as I pulled his shorts and underwear all the way off.  

Joey was completely naked, and I couldn't help but start kissing him all over. I kissed his skin covered hardon, feeling it stay rigid against my touch. I could hear Joey's moans as I kissed the under side of his erection.

“You didn't tell me there was another present.” I said, looking at his cock.

Joey smiled down at me, across his naked body. His little hand went to the foreskin that more than covered his little stiffy, and he pulled at the skin, stretching it away from his body.

“Hmmm.” I hummed, “I wonder what treasure could be in that wrapping. Will you show me?”

Joey gently pulled at the skin, little by little, until I could almost see the head. He stopped briefly, smiling at me. Finally Joey pulled the skin back and I could hear him sigh as he exposed the red head of his dick.

“What a wonderful present.” I breathed. I lowered my head again and, with as little pressure as possible, I kissed the skin on my favorite boy's little hardon. Joey let out soft little moans of delight and I kept kissing him all over. My mouth moved down and I couldn't help but let my tongue lap against his little hairless ball sack. I heard Joey gasp as he opened his legs wider.

“Keep doing that.” Douglas said. “I know its what you've been wanting.”

I let my whole mouth envelope his balls, sucking and rolling them around on my tongue. This act became harder to do as little Joey moved closer to his 'good tickle'. His miniature ball sack pulled up tight against his body as I kept moving my tongue. 

I felt Douglas moving around on the bed, “Hang on.” He said.

Douglas instructed me to lay flat on the bed, facing up. I knew what he was doing and I thought that I might just cum from the act of getting ready for it. My breathing was labored as I watched my buddy lift his son, making him straddle my face. Douglas moved his son around so that Joey's balls were in my mouth and his little dick was pointing up, almost touching my nose. 

“This is gonna be awesome.” Douglas said. “Keep sucking on his nuts.” 

I was swirling my tongue all over Joey's ball sack and I loved how he was gyrating his hips against the movement of my tongue. Douglas moved in close so that his face was inches away. I was taken by surprise when Douglas' mouth clamped over his son's little erection. Joey responded with a jolt and then grabbed on tight to his father's head. Joey's little fucking motions moved his balls in my mouth and his boner into his father's mouth. It was crowded, but I loved every second of it.

As Joey got more worked up, he ground his balls against me with more force. I could hear my favorite six year old moan and let out little squeals as he got closer to his orgasm. Joey's legs moved in tighter against my head, squeezing my cheeks with his thighs. Suddenly Joey let out a loud squeak and he hopped up and down on me with force. Douglas' lip brushed mine as he sucked his son off in earnest as he started to get his 'good tickle'. I could feel every one of Joey's powerful contractions on my chin. With every jolt of the boy's body, he moved his legs until his full weight was on my mouth.

I loved Joey's hot little moans that escaped with every wave of pleasure. I stroked my boy's soft naked hips with my fingers as his body twitched repeatedly and his small hands gripped his daddy's hair.

Joey relaxed a bit more as he let out loud exhales and seemed to caress his father's head of hair. I was trying to match Douglas' slow sucking motions with my tongue on his balls and Joey seemed to like it.

“Was that a good tickle?” Douglas asked, kissing me on the forehead.

“Yeah.” Joey breathed, resting against my mouth.

After a bit, I began kissing lower, under Joey's little balls. As I moved back, Joey scooted forward, letting me kiss and lick until I was tickling my tongue along his butt crack. I felt his little body flinch and flex with every movement of my tongue, in his sensitive spot. I felt the little six year old roll away from me, on instinct, but then he moved his tiny ass back onto my mouth. I couldn't hold back anymore, I grabbed firm onto Joey's hips, holding him in place, and jabbed my tongue between his soft butt cheeks. Joey let his weight rest on me and I closed my eyes as his balls sagged onto my eyes. 

Douglas stopped sucking on his boy, but from what I heard, he was still close by. “Are you liking that, pal?” Douglas asked.

I didn't hear a response from Joey, but I felt his muscles flex and twitch as I probed his cute little bottom.

“Don't worry, pal.” Douglas said. “I'll keep you from falling over.”

I felt Joey press his little ass against my moving tongue, allowing his whole weight to rest on me. He let out a quick squeal when the tip of my tongue touched and penetrated his anus. I flicked my tongue in and out of my favorite boy's hole at a fast rate, feeling him jerk and flex in response.

“Do it, Daddy.” I heard Joey say.

I wasn't sure what Joey was asking his Daddy to do, until I felt the rhythmic shaking of his little body. I knew that Douglas was jacking his son's penis again. Joey was grinding against my face harder as I pleasured him and his daddy touched him. The boy's butt moved up and down on my face, repeatedly slamming his cheeks against my mouth. I struggled to catch my breath between each slam, and I felt Joey slow down.

“It's okay.” Douglas said. “You wont hurt him. Do it hard if you want.”

Joey took his daddy's advice and began hopping on my mouth like I was a toy horse. I tried to land my rigid tongue between his soft young butt cheeks every time, but some times I missed. Wherever my tongue hit, it didn't seem to matter. Joey was moaning and letting out little squeals of delight as he moved faster against me.

“Again?” I heard Douglas ask.

“Yeah, Daddy!” Joey squeaked.

I suddenly felt one last hard slam against my face. It felt like Joey was trying to smother me to death, as he pressed his cheeks against my mouth as hard as he could. I couldn't breath, but it didn't matter because I was loving every second as Joey's young anus twitched against the tip of my tongue while he had his second orgasm. I felt felt Joey's twitching body push harder against me, and that's when I realized that Douglas was pressing his boy against me while he orgasmed.

I heard Douglas whisper little fatherly things to his boy while his son shook in his climax. I could hear Douglas' hand rub the soft skin of his son's naked back as he told him to make it feel as good as possible.

I felt every one of Joey's muscle contractions against my nose, and I held him tight against me, through it all. When Joey's contractions lessened, he rolled to the side and laid on the bed next to me.

“You got your good tickle, twice!” Douglas said, smiling at his boy.

Joey laid there in silence, catching his breath. I undid my shorts and pulled my shirt off. I took everything off until I was naked and it was hot seeing Douglas do the same.

When we were both naked, I grabbed Douglas by the shoulders and threw him on the bed to lay next to his boy. I got on top of my buddy, straddling his hairy dick.

“Fuck me.” I growled.

My action took Douglas by surprise, but he didn't fight me. I could see reluctance along with lust in Douglas' wide eyes, as I massaged his hardon with my spit.

“I've never done this before,” Douglas said, in a weak voice.

“I don't care.” I moaned, as I guided his cock between my cheeks.

I tried to open myself up, like I was taking a shit, and I felt Douglas' large cock inch its way in further. This hurt like crazy because Douglas had grabbed onto my hips and was pushing in at a faster rate. I gritted my teeth through the pain. When my friend was far enough in, he began fucking in and out of me very fast. It still hurt, but it started to feel amazing, at the same time. I loved the look of pure ecstasy on my best friend's face as he worked hard to fuck me. I leaned further down, putting my face close to his, so that I could look him in the eyes as he fucked me.

“I can't believe I'm doing this...” Douglas said, between breaths, “...with you.”

“Does it feel wrong and perverted?” I asked.

Douglas nodded his head to say 'yes' and that's when I felt his finger nails scratch my hips as he grabbed onto me. Douglas started to fuck me hard, making loud slapping noises. I saw my buddy's eyes close as he kept the fast fucking rhythm going, but then he quickly opened his eyes, as if surprised. I felt Douglas slow his fucking motions and I thought he was going to try to pull out.

“No!” I said, as I sat my as down hard on his cock. “Cum inside me!”

I saw the strained look on his face and felt him grab my neck with both hands, pulling me closer to him. I could feel Douglas' dick start to twitch and pump inside me and his face turned red. My best friend tried to keep pushing his cumming cock further into me, even though he was all the way inside and his pubes were touching my cheeks.

“Look at me.” I whispered.

Douglas' eyes were on me for that last portion of his cum and I couldn't help but lean forward to kiss his lips. I heard my buddy hum against my mouth as his muscles relaxed and his orgasm was over.

After kissing Douglas for a bit, I tried to pull off of him very slowly. When his dick fell out of me, he shook his head and said, “I can't believe we just did that.”

“Did you get your good tickle, Daddy?” Joey asked, looking tired.

“Yep.” Douglas answered. “Darren gave me a super good tickle.” Douglas glanced at my hand as I stroked myself. “Time for me to return the favor.” He added.

I shot Douglas a surprised look and he gestured for me to lay on my back. I did as my friend instructed, scooting right up next to Joey's naked body.

“I don't think I can do what you did.” Douglas said, laying next to me. “But maybe I can do something else for you.”

Douglas moved so that he was lower and his head was right at my crotch. He held my hardon with one hand, stroking it and studying it. I knew what he was about to do and I felt a hot tingle pulse through my cock.

I gasped as Douglas stuck out his tongue and rubbed it against the head of my dick. My friend looked like he was testing the taste of my dick, than getting ready to such me. He ran his tongue over my dick head a couple more times, making my cock twitch in anticipation. Finally Douglas paused, as if making a decision and then he took my hardon into his mouth. I knew that my friend had never messed around with other guys before, so I resisted the urge to grab onto his head and shove the length of my shaft against his throat.

“That's making it feel good?” Joey asked.

“Yeah, little buddy.” I answered, in a moan. I rubbed a hand on Joey's naked body and added, “Your Dad's mouth feel so good on me.”

Joey sat up and scooted down by his father's head, for a closer look. Douglas continued to move his mouth around the top half of my dick and it made it hotter that Joey was watching.

“What's it taste like?” Joey asked.

Douglas stopped sucking and answered, “It doesn't taste like anything.” Douglas answered, with a shrug. “It tastes like skin.”

I just about blew my load when I saw Joey lean forward with his tongue out. I jolted and gasped when I felt Joey's little tongue taste-test my cock. My pulse was racing when I saw Joey continue to lick the side of my shaft. 

“That's a good boy.” Douglas said as he leaned in to lick the other side of my shaft.

I was moaning and humping my hips against the father-son vice that pleasured my cock. “I'm so close!” I moaned and then placed an open hand on the back of Joey and Douglas' heads. I pushed the father and son's heads toward each other as they sucked, hoping they wouldn't stop.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned, “I'm gonna shoot!”

I grabbed on and pressed their sucking mouths harder against my shaft, as I felt the first wave of hot, energizing pleasure. My hips fucked upward and I moaned loudly as I began to shoot streams of hot white cum into the air. The pleasure was so intense, that all I could do to handle the pleasure, was to flex every muscle and moan. I fucked my duck against Douglas and Joey's mouths, watching hot jets of my jizz splash down on their cheeks.

“I love you!” I moaned, meaning it for both of them.

As the intense contractions lessened, I loosened my grip on their heads. Joey sat up, catching his breath while Douglas continued gently kissing my dick.

“Thank you so much.” I said. “That was amazing!”

“It's icky.” Joey said, trying to rub off some of my cum that was in his hair.

“Don't rub it on the bed spread, pal.” Douglas said. “Looks like we'll have to take a shower to clean up.” 

Douglas smiled at me and I smiled back and then Joey jumped off the bed and said, “I'll start the water!”

“I guess I taught him well.” Douglas said.

“Yes.” I said, with a grin, “You did.”

--The End-- 

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