Melting Pot

Straight German men -- or rather sober straight German men-- don't hug, but when they do hug, the encounter is fleeting. This is why I was so astonished that this hug went on for several moments. When Jürgen pulled back, he looked me directly in the eyes, and confessed that handling Jonas' needs had begun to take its toll on him. He also told me that he felt such incompetence with his own son -- a boy he loved with all his heart. He couldn't understand what it was that made his son like this, but knew that it was primarily a terrible burden for Jonas to bear. Basically, he wished two things: to be there whenever Jonas needed him, and to understand more than just the bare mechanics of the boy's needs. I asked him how long he has been giving Jonas "Sonderhandlung", and he immediately answered nine and a half weeks, and on a very steep learning curve for him. Each time after he takes care of Jonas, he is emotionally worn out, and keenly feels that Jonas is not fully getting what he needs.

I could sense his anxiety, and once again told him I'd be glad to help take some of the pressure off Papa's shoulders -- as long as certain criteria were met. He asked what those criteria were, and just off the top of my head counted three of them: Jürgen would have to personally show me how to service Jonas, that Jonas would have to agree to me servicing him, that Jonas would have to be tested for STDs (since he'd had multiple unknown partners.) I wasn't so concerned about Atul, Alex or Jason's reaction, because they would all have no issues with helping the boy out. I also told Jürgen that I should understand the physical aspects of Sonderhandlung, for example, what preparations and techniques were necessary? What materials were needed? and what physical positions were used.  He decided to answer those questions and more by describing the average Sonderhandlung session. He first would send Jonas to the bathroom to use a "Klistier" bottle (now I knew the German word for "enema"). Then Jonas would climb onto the bed, lie on his back, and grab his ankles with his hands. Jürgen would introduce lube to his anus and onto his own penis, and then begin fucking the boy just like he would fuck his wife. I apologized for asking such personal questions, but I needed to know how big Jürgen's penis was; were we compatible? He, without any shame, told me it was exactly 18 cm long, and 12 cm in circumference. With a little math, I came up with about 7 inches by 4 ½  inches. I nodded, and told him that was pretty much what I was working with too, but Atul had us both beaten. He quickly stood, and pulled down his shorts and underwear to give me a look -- even in its current "semi" state, it looked like it could be formidable. Germans display far less shame than Americans when it comes to nudity.

He told me that his glans and foreskin were a bit irritated after having to service Jonas tonight using “hand lotion” rather than their usual KY, and that the hand lotion was too greasy, and just “didn’t feel right; to demonstrate,  he pulled back his foreskin to show me. Indeed there was some redness. Jürgen told me that the whole effort, in a way, was a failure as he just couldn’t “complete the task” – and hence, his semi erect state; Jonas had achieved orgasm, but Jürgen had not. He then turned the conversation back to my concerns, he told me that both he and Jonas had been checked for all known STDs twice in the prior months. This is why he was so worried about Jonas being out of his sight for such a long time earlier, as he didn't want to have to go through all that testing again; I nodded in agreement, another box checked.  I ran to my bedroom, and brought back a spare bottle of Swiss Navy lube to give to him, telling him I'd show him where to go and get better quality lube, condoms, and other supplies he might need. He did the sharp breath in over his teeth thing again, and said he hoped that it wouldn't matter to me that Jonas refused to let Jürgen use condoms, because feeling the sperm on and in his hole really made Jonas feel much physically and/or psychologically calmer – which was a concern that since Jonas didn’t get his papa’s sperm tonight, that bill would still have to be paid tomorrow – with interest.  I assured him that barebacking was no problem for me or for Atul (we had only fucked Alex and Jason raw.) For my part, and that if Jürgen weren’t able to “produce” what Jonas needed, we would be happy to provide donations.  I stood up and pulled my sweatpants down to my knees to show Jürgen what I could be servicing his son with. He bent over to give me an objective look-over, but my tee-shirt blocked most of the view. He was able to note that I was circumcised, and I further obliged him by removing my tee-shirt and dropping my sweatpants to the floor, stepping out of them to give Jürgen the chance to inspect all of the man he would be asking to help with his son's needs. Likewise, he undressed, and soon we were standing in front of each other, naked.

Jürgen was a magnificent specimen, so despite having just mightily ejaculated in Atul's ass less than an hour ago, I began to feel "liftoff" again. We chatted, and I learned that he is thirty six years old, a little taller than me, with alabaster skin, quite muscular, mostly hairless, with a dense blond covering on his chest, and a well-trimmed pubic bush. He reached out and squeezed my cock, and I immediately did the same. He winced a bit when I squeezed, so I grabbed the lube, squeezed a little out, and rubbed it on his shaft and glans covering both well. He noted that this lube felt much better than the basic KY jelly they had been using, and that it seemed to soothe some of his irritation. Accordingly, he began showing an erection of his own. Soon, we were standing directly in front of each other, looking down at and gently tugging on each other's full erections, it was clear to both of us that we were almost exactly the same size, so that Jonas could get what he needed from either one of us. I asked him how many men he had been with, and he told me that he had been completely heterosexually oriented his entire life, and that Jonas was the only male, other than me, whom he had ever touched. Fair is fair, so I told him that after the death of my partner ten years ago, Atul was one of the very few adults I had been with, but that I had also been with Alex and Jason as well. I also told him that I get tested for HIV routinely.

I was extremely curious how he as a straight man could even produce an erection for his own son -- and just blabbed out the question without filtering it first. Jürgen just grinned, and said he'd always had a good imagination, and seeing his hairless son splayed out with his pink hole twitching somehow gave him just enough of a visual to achieve an erection (it could be viewed, at times, as a kind of ‘pussy’), but feeling the tight, velvety warmness of his rectum was normally more than enough to maintain it through to orgasm. There was, of course, the added benefit of an orgasm at the end of his efforts, where otherwise he’d just have to be satisfied with masturbation. He also told me that the biggest problem about servicing Jonas, is that it took a long time -- up to thirty or forty minutes of constant fucking for Jonas to finally cum, and this is why he was so sore today: sore, but still without the benefits of orgasm.

He then told me that he had something else to confess. Since having recently needing to fuck his son, and not having his wife around, he had started to have dreams and fantasies in which his son's anus would become a tiny pink pussy, and since he loved performing cunnilingus on females, he had been fantasizing about putting his tongue in Jonas' pucker, He'd also been fantasizing about kissing his son's penis and balls, and possibly even his lips. As he told me this, I noticed his cock grow even harder, and the foreskin retreating back toward the coronal rim. He continued: “I’ve been seriously considering experimenting with him, but am afraid that I might traumatize him if I do something wrong. Also, I should know that I’m capable of doing these things before I traumatize myself, and can’t perform for Jonas.” His cock began to throb in time with his heartbeat -- and of course, that visual made my own cock behave in a similar manner. “Jürgen,” I said, it would probably help to have a “test subject” that you can use to experiment on with your theories and fantasies. I can help you out with that too.”

 I just laid down on the couch, raised and spread my feet, and seductively pulled my ass cheeks apart with my hands, exposing my hairless and pink asshole. I rubbed a still lubed finger around my hole to make it shiny, and asked him if it really looked like a pussy, and he just nodded, whispering "Ja".  I told him that it was clean and fresh, and asked him if he wanted to see if it felt like a pussy as well. He answered by just kneeling between my legs, and tentatively reaching out with his index finger toward my hole. I grabbed the bottle of lube off the coffee table, and put a drop on my own finger, glistening my anus up for better presentation before pulling my ass cheeks wide again. He then began circling my anus with his finger, and then with two fingers. I noticed that he was producing copious amounts of pre-cum, with one strand of drool hanging a few inches below his now exposed piss slit. I forced my sphincter to relax, opening a small gape, and inviting him to explore a little deeper. He accepted the invitation by inserting a fingertip, which he wiggled slightly. I asked him if it felt like a pussy, and he just nodded, whispering "Ja". I told him that it would feel even more like a pussy if he would rub that pre-cum from his knob on it.  Without hesitation or even breaking his focus on my hole, he got on his knees, moved forward, and did just that, exposing his glans, and wiping his knob up and down on my "pussy" several times before pulling back, and admiring his handiwork. He just breathlessly whispered "Ist ja verdammt geil" (that is so damned hot).

Before, when Atul had been "preparing" himself, I visited the guest bathroom, got naked, evacuated bowels and bladder, and gave myself a good cleaning "down there", and as such had no qualms about what I said to Jürgen next: "I wonder if it might taste like a pussy". Jürgen quickly shifted his gaze from my hole, looking me in the eyes. I nodded "yes", and he looked back down. I squeezed and opened my sphincter a couple of times in invitation, and true enough, Jürgen began moving his head down to my ass. In anticipation, I spread my legs as far wide and back as I could, opening myself up for the tongue's arrival. I raised my head up so I could witness the event; Jürgen stuck out his tongue, and swiped my hole from bottom to top once. He paused, evaluating the sensation and taste, then swiped up again with a little more force. A third and even more forceful swipe brought a moan from my throat. He raised his eyes up to mine and pronounced that it tasted really good, asking if there was any special way he should go about eating it. I told him to pretend that I was Anna, and do whatever he would do with her, and that would work. He gave me a cock-eye grin, and then dove down, pressing his entire, wriggling tongue into me, opening me up wider and wider. I realized he was building on and honing his inventory of tools to utilize with Jonas.

His hands got into the action, spreading the playing field out for his very talented mouth and tongue. I moved my hands up to my ankles, so I could keep my legs in a better position for him. He pulled back from time to time to take a look, and from the wide look in his eyes and from my other senses, I could tell that my hole had really begun to dilate for him. He tongue-fucked my hole for several more minutes, and all I could do is moan my appreciation for his talents! His wife had taught him well: this was (with Atul taking a close second place) the best rim job I had ever had. Then, unprompted, he suddenly began moving and kissing up from my perineum to my scrotum, were he began briefly kissing and licking my nuts before moving up my shaft to my cockhead. He stared at it for a few seconds, rubbing a finger along the rim and playing with the accumulating pre-cum at the slit before wrapping his lips around my cockhead. He sucked on it, and I could feel his tongue probing my piss slit and the rest of the helmet.

He did this for only a fraction of a minute before he suddenly stopped, and leered up at me. With his cock-eyed grin, telling me that he needed relief, and asking me if my ass could truly function as a pussy. My response? "There is only one way to find out for certain." Not knowing what to expect, I reached again for the bottle of lube, squeezed out some on my fingertips, and gave him the bottle. As I applied lube to myself, he greased his considerably swollen pole up, making certain that the foreskin and glans got its share. He quickly lined himself up, and placed the first half of his cockhead into the gape his tongue had so recently created. He then looked up into my eyes, and asked if there were any special instructions on what to do. I simply asked him to keep looking into my face to see if everything is going well, and to fuck me like he fucks his wife... or his son. He gave me a very sexy leer, and pushed his cock all the way in -- balls deep.

The thrust took my breath away, and the immediate withdrawal of sex of his seven or so inches did not help restore my breath. From the very outset, he established a very regular tempo of one-second thrusts and withdrawals. I could hear it in my head: "one Mississippi, two Mississippi" in on the "one" and out on the "Mississippi". The tempo didn't vary. It was not without its pleasurable aspects, but I noticed that he raised up toward my scrotum on the slower outstroke. I surmised that over time, he had developed this technique to provide friction for his wife's clitoris. While laudable (and probably quite arousing for female genitalia), it completely avoided any prostate contact on the outstroke, and minimized the contact on the downstroke. Eureka! I think I may have discovered why it takes Jonas so long to orgasm.  I let Jürgen continue in his own manner for a few more moments, because, well, it was not without the aforementioned pleasurable aspects. I finally raised my head and engaged him in a brief conversation. I told him that a man's ass was indeed different from a woman's pussy in where the special "G" spot was located. I then shifted the angle of my ass downward so that his cock would angle up more. When he tried to adjust his hips down to compensate, I brought my feet down to his lower back and pulled his hips back up. I adjusted his angle to where this cockhead was making two regular visits to Mr. Prostate each second, and accentuated it by moaning on each contact. I asked him if he felt that bump inside me, and he nodded. I told him he was in complete control of when I had my orgasm: hit that bump hard enough and fast enough, and I would not be able to control myself.

I told Jürgen to grab my legs at the ankles, and with that lever of control, he was the master of the fuck: push forward, and slam the bump -- my prostate, pull back, and have easy, deep strokes. Vary the angle, and add new dimensions to the act of sex. He experimented with several angles, but never altered the depth nor the tempo of the fuck. I could sense from his eyes that he felt more stimulation on his cockhead whenever it rubbed along my bump. I looked up at him, forcing eye contact, and growled at him to "make me cum NOW, and I will make you come!"  He pushed my ankles forward, and began raking my prostate over and over again. I told him to fuck me faster, and he did. Sweat was dripping from his face to my torso, and I became lost in oblivion. When my orgasm began, I forced the angle down so that he was now making only long strokes, and then my ass clinched tightly around his rod. This added friction from me brought his orgasm forward, and I reached down to his butt cheeks, grasping them tightly, and forcing them and his cock deep into my guts, holding them in place, as he bellowed out loud, his and my orgasm enhanced each other. I felt several pulses of cum blast into me, and after having had superlative sex with Atul, was surprised to feel trickles of wetness on my own stomach as well. I had just successfully seduced a completely straight man -- the gold standard of the gay man. However, I’m going to frame it in my memory as a “training session,” not a seduction.

Jürgen, breathing heavily, leaned forward, and gave me the briefest of kisses. He then pulled back, paused, and leaned in for a longer kiss before he slowly pulled his cock out of my body, carefully watching his still erect member glistening on its exit. I quickly got up, ran to the guest bathroom, and brought back two hand towels. We wiped ourselves of sweat, lube, and cum, and then relaxed back for a bit of afterglow. As our breathing returned to normal, I went to get two fresh kölsch beers, which we clinked together in the traditional German "Prost" toast, and took care of our thirsts. We pulled on our clothes, just before Jürgen, turned to his typically German worldview, and began a critical examination of the last half hour's events. In the final analysis, he announced that he would not be traumatized by adding the oral elements to the repertoire with Jonas, had obviously been doing some things incorrectly with Jonas, and he looked forward to learning new techniques from me. He then formally invited me to visit them after the tour of Clarkston shopping and dining options, and begin formal lessons. I readily agreed: who was I to argue?

Jürgen went back upstairs, and I dragged my – by now -- very tired ass to the bathroom to take a long, hot shower, and get ready for bed. After the shower, I felt brand new, and even had a spring in my step! One of my guilty pleasures has always been father/son erotica, and the thought that I might witness it in real life tomorrow gave me a bit of a chub. I had noticed earlier that Jonas did in fact seem to be a younger version of his father, as well as the fact that I now had muscle memory of how the father would fuck the son added so much to my fantasy. I was in my boxers, drying my hair with a towel when I heard my phone chime. It was a message from Atul:

Atul: "R U still awake?"

Rich: "Yeah buddy. What's up?"

Atul: "R is sleeping, but I cannot"

Rich: "U really need too. U will need strength for J tomorrow! LOL"

Atul: "Yeah. I know. Can I come down for a bit?"

Rich: "Of course. UR always welcome here."

Atul: "OK. OMW"

I got up and met Atul at the door. He came in, closed the door, and gave me a nice kiss -- not a "sexy" kiss, but a really nice one nonetheless. There is a little table in the entry foyer, where I normally place my wallet, keys, and loose change on coming home. Inside its little drawer is the normal stuff we all keep -- spare batteries, rolled coins, receipts for food deliveries and such. There I also keep the spare keys for the apartment & car. I also have extra spare apartment keys so that the infrequent friend or family member can have access when they are here. I took out one of the apartment keys and handed it over to Atul, letting him know that he doesn't need my permission to be here. His smile lit up, and he thanked me with another, nicer kiss, as well as a hug. I stepped back, and beheld his casual attire -- it was almost as if he had dressed like me earlier on purpose -- tee-shirt, sweat pants, and barefoot. He could see that I was a bit tired, so he quickly came to his reason for visiting me, asking "is it ok if I sleep with you?"

I was taken aback momentarily. Didn't we just do that a couple of hours ago? Then it ticked in my head: he wanted to "sleep" sleep, not "euphemism" sleep. He probably had never really had a chance to sleep with anyone with whom he had an emotional attachment. I just smiled into his brown eyes, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to my bedroom once again. He matched my attire quite quickly, losing his tee-shirt and sweatpants leaving only his boxer briefs on. Damn! Even flaccid, he filled them out admirably!  He got in the bed, and was on my left side -- the one preferred by Jason. He rolled onto his right side, fitting his left leg over my left leg, and left arm over my torso. I placed my left arm under his pillow, and wrapped him tighter unto my body. The top of his head was just below my ear, and his lips were nuzzled against my neck. I turned my head to the left, and was able to breathe through his raven black hair, and give him little kisses on his forehead. This was so goddamned comfortable and complimentary.

Only then did he begin to speak again. He told me that he had been dreaming of sleeping in my arms, and even though he could only do it for a few hours, he had to make it happen. I asked him when he needed to be back upstairs, he said about 5:00 AM, so I had Alexa set an alarm for them. Neither of us seemed ready to shut our eyes just yet, so I told him what I learned about Jürgen and Jonas. I could feel him nodding his head in understanding. He was confused with how a straight father could have sex with his own son, but hearing how love can often bring us to confront and overcome the impossible helped him get a grasp. He told me that if he had a son, he would move heaven and hell to make sure his boy got what he needed. I just chuckled, and said "we have Jason and Alex, and I know I'd do pretty much anything to protect them." He just nodded in agreement. I then told him that I was going to help them out to take care of Jason whenever needed, and asked if he'd be willing to help me out with that as well. This time, Atul, pulled his head up to look into my eyes, and said "yes, but I must get Jason's approval first", before putting his head back up against mine. I then turned off the light, and whispered "I love you, Atul." He whispered "I love you more". And then we both drifted off.

5:00 AM came much too quickly. Before the alarm sounded, I was in a very sweet dreamscape where Atul and I were married, and living together in a mountain cabin along with Alex and Jason, our two adopted sons. I don't ever remember feeling such peace, just as Alexa started chiming us awake. I told Alexa to stop, and then felt Atul moving a bit at my side. His mouth had formed a small pool of drool on my shoulder, and his erect cock had poked itself out from the top of his briefs, and formed a small pool of drool on my hip. Far from disgusted, I just reveled in the real-life feelings, which weren't too far from my dreamscape feelings at all. I did wait a minute or two before actively trying to bring Atul back to consciousness -- which he resisted terribly. When he did pop back to this plane of existence, he manhandled me onto my right side, effectively becoming the big spoon, and began rubbing and sliding his huge, moist cockhead into my underwear clad crack. I pulled away, turned toward him, and told him that he needed to save that for Jason later this morning, who would be needing and expecting Atul's full and undivided attention for an extended amount of time. Atul groaned, but grudgingly accepted that line of reasoning.

To help make it easier for Atul, I did bend over, stripped back his foreskin, and wrap my lips around his naked cockhead, and licked him clean. It was an effort of will to pull off, and not bring him to orgasm. I did, however, promise him that if he came home for lunch the next day, I'd spread my legs wide open for him, and let him do to me whatever his heart desired. He grinned broadly at me, and managed to get off the bed, reaching for his tee-shirt and sweatpants and getting dressed. I walked to the door with him, gave him a nice kiss, and told him it was like a dream to actually get to sleep with him, and that we'd have to do this more often. He agreed, and then left, telling me he'd see me later. I went back to bed, and was soon back in blissful dreamland, after telling Alexa to wake me at 8:00 AM.

I rolled out of bed again, thoroughly cleansed myself, showered, dressed, and made myself some tea and toast. I caught up with the news, and looked up at the clock -- 8:59 AM. Knowing how punctual Germans tend to be, I shut down my laptop, got up, and walked to the door just in time to hear it knock: It was the Meier family. They were both freshly showered and smartly dressed. I asked if they'd had breakfast, and they both grinned; it was so nice for them to have a German breakfast in America. They had been here living in a budget hotel for about 2 and a half weeks, and certainly had not been enjoying the hotel's low budget breakfast buffet offerings of toast and dry cereal. I couldn't blame them. I told them we could take my car, and they walked with me. Jürgen had his hand on Jonas' shoulder, protectively caressing it and his neck; it was so very plain to see how much the man loved his son.

I thought we'd start outside of Clarkston, to the places that had things (good bread and fresh deli products) not found in Clarkston, so we headed up Montreal Road, and down Lawrenceville Highway, I pointed out the places that might be of use to them, like the CVS pharmacy, Bruster's ice cream, and the Home Depot. Turning into Shamrock Plaza, I pointed out the dingy little Hong Kong Garden restaurant, which didn't look inviting at all. I told him that this place made the BEST Chinese food in Atlanta, but to only order pick-up, as the dining room was nasty. We did park, and we went into the Publix supermarket, which has a very nice deli section, as well as a bakery that made fairly decent breads. We climbed back in the car and jetted across the road to the German bakery to look at what was there. We bought some more Brötchen, fresh from the oven, and I got a rye loaf -- it looked delicious. Next, we headed to Scottdale to the DeKalb Farmer's Market: one of the most interesting shopping venues in the whole Southeast. Due to it being rather early Sunday morning, it wasn't packed as usual, and we were able to park close to the front doors. Both were blown over by the huge selection of everything from all over the world! The freshest veggies, fruits, and meats anywhere. They picked up some fresh fruits and a big tin of olive oil. I warned them to get there early or be prepared for battle with Atlanta housewives and husbands if they ever wanted to shop there.

Driving back, I looked into the rear view mirror and saw Jonas squirming in his seat. I asked him if he was ok, and he just mentioned that he felt his itch again. Jürgen looked back at his son and told him to be patient, and that we both would take thorough care of his itch as soon as we got back. Jonas' face lit up into a grin when he heard that. We finally got to Clarkston, and did a drive-around. I showed him the package store that stocked the kölsch beer for me. The owner was outside the store, and I introduced him to Jürgen, telling him that Clarkston had another fan of the kölsch -- he asked Jürgen what his favorite brand was, and Jürgen replied “Gaffel”. The store owner promised to see if he could get that too. We then went to the Thriftown and walked around the dingy, tightly packed mini-version of the DeKalb Farmers Market, telling them that the Thriftown had all the basic needs, and the prices -- especially for meats -- were quite reasonable. I showed them the European food section, and they picked up some spice packets for cevapcici, Serbian spiced meatballs that are popular in Germany. Jonas also wanted some cherry juice. On the way home, I showed Jürgen the Nepalese restaurant I liked so much, pointing out they had a really good lunch buffet -- with my favorite, curried goat. We then went by the Vietnamese restaurant, and the schwarma stand. The tour ended by me pointing out the Inserection sex shop, where other necessary "supplies" could be found.

Our little tour bus got back home about 10:45, and I told Jürgen and Jonas I had something to take care of until a little past 11:00, and then I'd be up to see them. Jonas wanted to know what I had to do, Jürgen started to tell him to mind his own business, but I didn't mind. In fact, I wanted to ease the little guy's mind about things. I told him that Atul and Jason were coming by to spend some time so that Atul could to give "Sonderhandlung" to Jason. I could see the little gears in his head working, and then the light bulb went off: "they are boyfriends then?" I said "yes, but we all needed to keep that information to ourselves." Jonas nodded in understanding. I told them to go on upstairs, and get ready for training.

I had noticed Atul's car was gone, and hoped that all had gone well in getting Rana to her group. Jason then bounded out his front door and nearly ran directly into me. I caught him, and asked if perhaps he was just a little excited? He just gave me a "duh!" and yet another petulant eye-roll. I took him inside, and before I could tell him to go and get ready for Atul, he was already half naked and making his way toward the bathroom. I picked up the trail of clothing he left behind, and went to go prepare the guestroom: I was getting rather good at it. In short order, everything was ready, and Jason slipped back into the guest room, where he put his clothes back on for Atul to take off just minutes later. Before he did, I went ahead and lubed his little rectum up well with some cherry flavored lube I had bought a while ago on a whim. I could surmise that Atul would be spending some time rimming the tyke this morning, and that a little different flavor might prove interesting. Jason finished dressing just as Atul entered, using his new key. I gave Jason a hug and a kiss, the same to Atul, and then told them I'd be upstairs with the Meier's family. Jason gave a quizzical look, but Atul headed him off, saying that he'd tell Jason all about it. I left them with a friendly admonition to keep things in control, and not to be having any new medical "episodes" without Dr. Rich here to fix things. They both laughed. As I was leaving, I heard Jason say "I want you inside me so freakin' much baby!" I left on that note, having my own things to get into. I reached their door at about 11:02 -- Late by German standards, but hey, I'm not German, and they'd have to get used to life in America!

I had barely given a single knock when the door opened and swung open inside. I didn't see anyone in front of me, so I took a couple steps in, and heard the door close behind me. Turning to my right, I saw Papa and son, standing there -- naked as the day they were born. I gave them both a quick once-over. Indeed, Jonas seemed to be a truly miniature version of his Papa: Jonas only came up to his father's nipples, but they had the same colored hair, same eyes, same build, same pinkish blush in their cheeks, and the same alabaster skin. They differed only in body size and body hair: Jonas had none, but Jürgen had a light dusting under his arms, on his legs, and obviously around his well-trimmed pubes,. Both of them had semi hard cocks, and they looked nearly identical except for size. Jonas was only about 3 inches/7.5 cm in length, but similarly proportioned with his father.  Papa, wasting no time for niceties, suggested we move on to the bedroom. They walked in front of me, Jonas with his arm around Jürgen's waist, and Jürgen's right hand placed on Jonas' rump, middle finger slowly caressing his crack. Their asses were a matched set of bubbles, and I wondered if I'd ever get the chance to be inside both of them.  Reaching the bedroom, Jonas jumped right up in the center, scooted down the pillow so that he was laying on his back. I suppose this is the "go-to" fuck position. Jürgen sat on the side of the bed, giving me a "well? Let's get on with this" nod. I was already hard as Stone Mountain, and quickly disrobed to be the same state of total nudity as they were. Jürgen asked what he should do, and I simply replied "what you usually do to service your boy. I need to watch, and learn."

Jürgen hopped up, Jonas raised his legs in a straight, wide "V" posture, lifting his rear end into the air, and applied lube with his finger to his rosebud.  Jürgen knee-walked up to his son's ass, and looked down at the delicate pink flower now opened up to him. In fewer than ten heartbeats, Jürgen's penis reached full erection. He grabbed the lube from his son, and liberally lubed his shaft and hand. Then, without much further ado, leaned over his boy, placing his hand on the bed under Jonas' armpits, took aim, and perfunctorily shoved his penis all the way into his boy -- just like he had fucked me the night before. Jonas squeezed his eyes shut, and moaned deeply. After about ten strokes, Jonas opened his eyes, and looked up into his father's eyes with complete gratitude. They didn't talk to each other, but seemed to be communicating nonetheless.

I broke the silence, asking Jonas to describe how he felt at the moment. He seemed confused with the idea of talking during Sonderhandlung, but I explained it was important for me to know. He told me that his Papa was scratching his itch, and soon it would be gone. I then asked Jürgen how he felt, him telling me that it was like being inside the softest vice-grip in the world. I also asked him what he was thinking before he inserted his penis, when he was gazing down at his boy's pussy. Jürgen relayed that it was the most beautiful sight in the world, and he really wanted to lick it then, but my instructions were to do what he would normally do. Germans! During this entire exchange, neither the tempo nor the depth of the fuck varied.

I asked Jürgen to stop and pull out. He complied, but Jonas whined a bit at the cessation of the scratching. I asked Jürgen to lean back on the pillows beside his son, and started telling them about the need for Jonas to have as many orgasms as possible during Sonderhandlung. Jürgen seemed unaware that most boys of that age could have multiple orgasms, and that insuring that the first one got out of the way quickly meant the subsequent orgasms could be more deep and satisfying. Jürgen nodded as if that made perfect sense to him. So without further ado, asked Jonas if I could show him something. He looked to Jürgen, who nodded back. Jonas said "yes, Herr Rich, show me what it is". I asked Jürgen to watch carefully and take good notes. I pulled Jonas' legs down so that his feet were spread but on the bed. Taking his cock carefully between my index finger and thumb, pulling down his foreskin, and then wrapping my lips around his cock. Jonas nearly bolted up onto the ceiling in an instant, but my other hand forced his chest back down onto the bed. Jonas wiggled wildly and set about moaning and cooing constantly at my ministrations. As my tongue bathed his naked cockhead, my lips tightened on the shaft as they traveled from corona to base. I soon perceived Jonas to be close to an orgasm, so I pulled off for him to recover. Cue Jonas' whining.

I asked Jürgen to take my position at Jonas' crotch, but he seemed hesitant. I asked him if he was ok, but his reply shocked me. It wasn't that he didn't want to suck his own son's dick, but rather that he was unsure what to do. Easily solved! I had Jürgen lay somewhat on his side so that I could reach his genitals, and told him to replicate on his son what I was doing to him. I also warned him to try to sheathe his teeth with his lips. Tooth contact during fellatio can be a wonderful thing, but not from a giver who has little experience in the genre. Jürgen seemed ready to do this, and I repeated on the father what I had done on the son, stripping back the foreskin to the base, and engulfing the cockhead fully. Soon, Jürgen was moaning himself, and it felt like his cockhead was growing in size indicating imminent for Papa to bring Jonas to his orgasm. Jürgen had learned what to do, so I pulled off of his cock. Jürgen followed suit, and pulled off of Jonas -- and the whining recommenced.

I pulled myself up to the level of Jonas' penis on the other side of his body from his father, and told Jürgen that we should make Jonas happy together. He nodded in agreement, and we both attacked his boy's naked cockhead with our combined tongues. Soon, the scheme changed son that one of us completely engulfed the shaft, relinquishing it to the other after a few penetrations. In the interim, the other went about engulfing the tiny ball sack with its delicate little jewels. From time to time, we would both be on the scrotum, fighting over the jewels with our lips. Jonas, for his part, simply spread his legs so that we both had complete access. Very few minutes later, as we were both fighting over the cockhead, Jonas went into a rigor state, and all of his muscles spasmed: he was in the throes of possibly the best orgasm he had ever had in his young life. Soon, he came to his senses, and begged both of us to stop, insisting that he could take no more!

Jürgen stopped dutifully, and made as if to sit up on the bed. I held him down, and told him to look at his son's pussy. Jonas had spread his legs so wide, that his ass was splayed out and twitching in time with his spasming dick. Jürgen seemed mesmerized by the sight, and I whispered into his year: "You know what to do. You did it to me last night. Make your boy happy." Jürgen went to work on his son's pussy, licking and prodding, slowly widening the already existing gape. I just sat to the side, and took in the entire show. Jonas brought his knees up to his chest, granting more access to Jürgen. Jonas's chest and face became flushed with red as untold new feelings were gathering in the boy. Jürgen looked up at me questioningly, and I told him to just keep on what he was doing. Jonas would let him know what to do next, and when to do it. Barely a few minutes later, Jürgen had his entire tongue inside his son, and the boy was ready to explode. Jonas started babbling, and then found his words: "Fuck me Papa. Fuck me now! Please Papa!"   I asked Jürgen if I might take over for a few minutes, and he nodded "yes". While I lubed my own shaft, Jürgen lifted up and told his son that Mr. Rich would take over. Jürgen sat up and moved to the side so that I could take up residence between the boy’s legs, plowed in, and started long dicking him just as his father had.

The boy started moaning and cooing as before, and before long I told him I was going to change some things, and that he should tell me if it felt better or worse. I grabbed his ankles and pushed them forward to allow for contact with the immature nub.  Immediately, his eyes started bulging out, and he started babbling "So good! So good! More!" I then changed and started short strokes aimed at only his prostate. I asked him "is this where your itch is?" He couldn't speak, he could only nod his head with heavy breath. Sensing an impending orgasm, I pulled his ankles back, and went back to long dicking him. When the impending orgasm had faded, I wanted to try another experiment. I started with two short strokes followed by a long one, and after several iterations, changed to one short stroke, followed by two long ones. Like at the eye doctor, the questions were "does this feel better, or this?" After several comparison sessions, Jonas finally settled on the two long and one short strokes. I looked at Jürgen, and asked "do you understand what to do?" and Jürgen nodded vigorously.

My handoff to Jürgen was so quick that Jonas didn't have time to whine. In no time, Jürgen was pounding his boy, making two slapping sounds followed by the short stroke. Jonas' legs were obscenely spread wide by his father's tight grasp on his ankles. The sight of a father raw fucking and very close to breeding his own son was by far the nastiest, and most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life. The boy seemed to start hyperventilating, so Papa leaned forward, and began kissing his son's tender lips to help moderate his breathing. Jonas was nearly at fever pitch, so I leaned over and whispered into Jürgen's ear that he was fully in control of when his son orgasmed. He knew then what to do, pushing his son's feet forward, increasing the pace, and shortening the strokes to overpower Jonas' prostate. In seconds, Jonas began screaming, his entire body in a spasm, and Jürgen plowed deeply inside, enjoying the tight grip of his son, as his cockhead expanded, and he himself began to shoot his seed deeply into his son.

There were several minutes needed for the both of them to regain their breath and composure. I was guessing that neither of them had experienced that level of ecstasy before. Jürgen raised himself up into an upright position, still connected with his son's rectum. When we both looked down, Jonas had heavy eyelids, and a sweet smile on his face. I asked Jonas what that felt like, and he just crooned "Himmlich” (Heavenly) I asked him if still itched, and he replied "No. the itch is gone." With that, Jonas closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep: the child was exhausted. Jürgen slowly withdrew his penis from his son, and carefully placed a handy hand towel under his son's ass to catch any release during his nap. We covered him with a blanket, and his visage had immediately changed from “randy cockwhore” to “sleeping angel.” Jürgen and I got up carefully, so as to let him get the rest he so desperately needed, and retired to the living room.

Sitting naked with Jürgen no longer seemed so odd. He once again became the analytical German, seeking out the meaning and nuances of what had just happened. He was particularly enthralled that the entire episode, while being more emotionally and erotically charged than any prior experience he'd ever had, had taken only thirty minutes to turn his worked-up, anxious son into a peaceful cherub. This experience had been a game changer, and he had a thousand questions for which he sought answers. Not being able to answer his questions adequately, I finally suggested that if he were to ever experience what Jonas experienced, he'd have the answers for himself. He considered this point, nodded thoughtfully, stood up, and went back to the bedroom. Jürgen came back a few seconds later, handed me the bottle of lube. He laid back against the back of the couch, and spread his long, white legs for me, and asked me to show him.