A New Family Tradition

Up front, this is 16 pages long. It continues the story of Paul, his son Pat, their men Tim, a Homicide Officer and Sammy, ex con and full time bouncer. Sammy wants more for Pat and arranges for him to get it while Tim....thinks Paul should give up hooking.....

Kyle pressed the needle into the flesh by my left eye. Didn’t really hurt, he was very careful, ten minutes later, I was tattooed. Sammy looked at it. “Great...would never have thought of that one, just...almost says con….thanks buddy.”

“Hey, can I see?”

Handed me a mirror. There was the outline of a tear, so lightly done that while it was obvious what it was, just the hint of moisture inside, looked...real….didn’t stand out. I guess it’s normal, started to put my hand up but had it pulled down.

Kyle put some crème on it, then a Band-Aid over it. He looked at Sammy, “You know how often….”

“Yeah….if I don’t by now…” ran a hand his constellation of ink over him then grinned.

We all just paused. Okay, that was the first one...I didn’t want to say anything but...I kinda thought...something more...visible.

“What’s next?” Bless my Sammy, he read me….

“Whatever he wants, you want him to have….what I think is gonna look good on him.”

“Wanna give my man that criminal edge….but still look like a good man...you know Kyle…:” He ducked his head, held out his arms littered with ink. “...what I’m not.”

“Wouldn’t do it if you paid me, sides, I got an idea for a real big piece but for now, something that shows, something that says, yeah, I got ink….and….” he took my left arm.. ‘I think we’ll just put something good right there.” Suddenly I knew, yeah, that was the perfect place, as many guys as I saw with tats, the forearm, almost always at least for those who were serious, didn’t have a school or team piece of shit…. Right there, tattooed man. I looked at Kyle….

“I’m not gonna even make a suggestion...cuz I bet you got a primo idea….”

I got back a certain look. “Get up on the table, need to fuck you again….partly lets me think and...hell, Sammy knows this, you’re just one good fuck. You ever got time and want to make a down payment on some future work, drop by, I bet we can work something out….” When a man grinned like that after saying what he said, nothing to do but grin back…..

“While you work something in….” I gave him a sorta fake wink at him.

“Well...” as he patted my bare ass… “that might just happen.”

There was a pause, he was thinking, something more, something….

I got back up on the table, ass up-I knew the part of me he’d want for this kind of ‘mark’.

Kyle was comfortably to one side, running his hand slowly over the left butt, like he was thinking. Turns out he was.

“Sammy, ‘member somethin’ we used to like...a lot?” I’d turned my head just enough to see him raise one hand, slowly close the fingers into a fist. “Nothin’ felt like that...’member?”

I heard my man get up, walk across the floor, put his arms around Kyle but...what I could see was he also was making a fist, pushing it into his back. “Been a while...but seems like a good idea, you ‘n me lettin’ him learn this one….”

He started rubbing the other cheek, almost as if they felt each other, knew the action they wanted to take. Each one took a thumb, pressed in down into my hole, began pulling my ass apart, slowly.

I felt his warm breath on my neck. He kissed me. “Pat….first time for everything, guess I’m surprised you haven’t done this...but….” He put an arm around my shoulder. Kissed me again.

“I want you this way, have for some little time but….just didn’t. You probably didn’t notice but...here ‘n there, I been shoving bigger dildos up you, get you widened...prob’ly this was the thing I wanted to do to ya.”

Laying there I thought….sure I knew what it was, seen it done but….nobody ever even suggested we do it...so it never got done. But something else. With Sammy, and now Kyle, I could not be afraid of what I knew would be some pain in there. But also...there wasn’t an option to say ‘no’, both of them wanted me, that’s what it would be.

Another man kissed me. Whispered. “This makes you part of us...takes you like the stallion you are, over the next hurdle….only strong men do this ‘n nothing I’ve seen says you ain’t a strong man….”

Only one thing to do, reached back, took my hands and spread my ass. Said nothing, the contract was signed. It got sealed when two men gently kissed my butt as one of their fingers started down my hole...that’s how it would begin.

“I need you up on all fours….better angle for all of us...”

They were massaging my thighs, my back, getting me relaxed, loosened, ready for them, to give them my ass, let their fingers, then their hands and finally a fist sink into me.

My head dropped down, someone rubbed my neck, gave my tits a pinch, checked to make sure my dick was getting hard…

“Wanna band his nuts? Keep them down?”

“I got something for that….hold on to the sack, half ‘a sec….”

“Like to play pool with yer balls while I’m deep in ya...”

I felt one of them, probably Kyle, grab hold of my full bag, pull it down, slipped a pretty strong elastic over about as far up as it would go….

“He’s got good solid ones….bet they can turn spizz out fast….” It was as if he was not just clutching them, but figuring something…. “Yeah, Sammy you are a lucky mutha...got the full deal with him.”

Sammy kissed my neck again….. “Kyle, whattya think….maybe mark him?”
I felt Sammy add a couple more fingers. “Hey, get the grease, gotta let these slide in like we was dropping a candy bar in him.”

“You want gloves?”

“Hell no, takes half the fun away, doesn’t let you play in him, let him know where you are, what you’re doin’….After….when we’re all messy, carry our boy in, give him a good scrub….then….mark him.”

Sammy was breathing heavier, kissed my neck again, licked me, I could feel his hand, more fingers, one was massaging the inside of my chute, Jesus did that feel...like nothing I’d ever felt.

“More.”

“Told you….he is one stallion, gonna take this fine, like it too….Kyle, I’m gonna get in here, show him the difference...”

“Oh Yeah, Pat..get ready.”

What they did next was….shit, I’ve never felt that much slick stuff, all over my ass, drooled down my legs, the two guys slathered it all over, laughing like idiots, now and then sticking their cocks, in me, maybe in each other, playing with their balls...but there was always one hand, part way in me, getting ready….

“Okay, up an’ at ‘em, first time to drill down….” I could feel Sammy’s hand curl, the fingers tighten then just a bit move into my ass...it was big, bigger than anything that’d ever been down there. “Hold on, relax, gotta get it in ya...” He was bent over, almost whispering to me….

Kyle was running his fingers around my dick head, took my mind away from the pressure but little at a time, it hurt more but the fist was going in...past the first ring of muscles, course they’d been stretched so that was pretty easy.

“He’s good, letttin’ you in, fuck, Sammy, if you give him up, yer a fuckin’ fool...we gotta mark him-just for us.” Apparently Kyle liked the way I was taking it.

Somehow that expression, that I was gonna be marked caught my mind just enough to open my ass, the fist slithered down... flexed their fingers, slightly turned it around….

“Time or two, he’ll take it up to the elbow, be quite a time one of us shoved into two others just like...back there.”

I heard them kiss. What I’d thought, even with the hurt from my tail, Sammy and Kyle went way back, but now….they were gonna have me and...what I discovered, what I wanted. Two men, sex when I wanted it, learning new ways...thinking that I tried to make my ass muscles pulse….hang out buddies, sex partners, just...us, I wanted them.

His hand slowly came up and out to be right away replaced quickly by one that now felt real familiar, I wanted it in me, deep in me, I pushed back forcing it down even though tears were dropping, I Wanted This! Oh mutherfuck did I want this, nothing I’d ever done came close to the complete sense of being taken by a man….his hand almost grabbing my life. If they noticed the tears, didn’t matter, what did was that I was giving up the last bit of male cherry I had the only way it could go, a hand had to go in, make that fist to knock it out….Jesus, motherfucking Christ...I Was A True Fucking Man.

While Sammy slowly moved around inside me, Kyle lay under me, took my hard dick in his mouth, grasped my banded balls with his hand. It was forming into three men being together, enjoying the feelings, wanting this…..I was past pain into something I’d almost never experienced; Combination of satisfaction and wanting more just for my own pleasure.

“Suck me...man, oh shit, get my hard meat down your throat, get a good chew, squeeze those nuts, pull ‘em down, ah…shit, just do whatever cuz I want it all…..and I want it hard.”

Kyle grabbed my schlong like a pile driver, yanked down on my red sack while Sammy kept his fist moving, moving, as he leaned over, licked then kissed the back of my neck. His head slid to one side….

“Pat….cain’t never leave you….love you too much.”

“Wish I’d been in with the two of you, wouldn’t a had to wait until now….Sammy….don’t you worry about my leaving cuz the only way I’d go is if I was goin’ with you. Spose we’d have to take that one getting ready to drink my juice with us...”

I felt one of his tears go down my arm. “Ya see….”

“Shut up, you love him too, well, nobody said one to a customer here, hell I love my Dad….”

We were all quiet. I felt my abs begin to spasm, my balls were trying like hell to pull up, my ass clamped on Sammy’s fist, he went back...just like you always hope it’ll be; We all got what we wanted at once. Probably never happen again but for right then, yeah, that’s just what it was, made us not even a group of guys, we were three men slaved to each other….love almost didn’t matter, didn’t mean as much as what we had….

Sammy slowly pulled his fist out, paused, put one hand on each butt cheek, leaned in, kissed them, went back in, started to eat me out; Wide as I was, could feel damn near his whole face go in, felt his tongue go back and forth, side to side, tasting, sensing where he’d been, finishing knowing me. One more thing, I had to do it.

“Kyle, c’mon….get in there….might as well be full of both my men, Sammy, get back to milking….make me holler cuz I can feel both of you whanging away…..Go….”

Kyle had an easier time getting in right off; I’d been prepared, greased, widened so when his fist started in, I wanted it, coulda made my ass a snappin’ turtle. But how it felt….him in me, Sammy underneath, licking my nuts, taking a slurp from my cock head, taking a greasy hand, jerkin’ me off…..I was so into this, so hot, so wanted them, do what they wanted, I wanted them to do it…..Hell, I was about to shoot again! Kyle got a mouthful maybe he didn’t expect but was glad to get then, when I was empty, just kept sucking...sucking...sucking….if I’d been edged with a mouth, didn’t remember it but that’s what was happening. I was beginning to lose track, just flopped my arms, started to collapse and that’s all she wrote, I fuckin’ passed out.

Later, I don’t know how much later, I was between two men in a bed. Recognized them both, Sammy on my right, Kyle on my left. Oh, and my ass felt like I sat on a baseball bat but what I could remember was that it was all fuckin’ wonderful. I lay there thinking that not many men had my kinda luck. Yeah, I pretty much knew what they’d been to each other before they even knew my name but now….between them, this was two guys who, one at least, really, truly loved me and the other, well, I kinda liked him. A lot. Had to be there, seen it, to realize was what we’d done was do most everything a man could do to another and liked it. I liked it. They liked it….and, fuck, I do believe they liked me...right on to love me which was okay cuz I was all the way to loving one and most of the way to loving the other.

That damn practical side of me. I rolled over, kissed Kyle, kinda gave him a shake then said something real romantic …..

“Hey, where’s the coffee maker?”

I saw two big eyes, color I’d never seen, somewhere between light brown and blond, flap open look at me, smile. “Come here….gotta kiss you good morning.” So he did.

Ever watch a man get out of bed before he’s really awake? Looks like some animal having a fight with a clothes line...he wins but it’s two falls outa three. Looked at me. “Coffee?”

“Yeah, for three.”

Jesus he had a great smile. Leaned over again, pulled off what part of the covers weren’t already on the floor, kissed my cock…. “You remember bein’ in the shower with us?”

Focused on him. “Buddy, I don’t remember much after your sticking your dick up my cunt while someone, kissed my neck, prob’ly be Sammy, sucked me off…. That’s what I remember.

“Sounds like a pretty fine memory...ya know...”

I stopped him. “Yeah, I know we can do it again any time we want.”

He had a great smile...couldn’t help but notice his man part was getting a little hard...only one thing to do….slapped it, grinned at him, said, “after coffee…..”

I now had something I never thought, hell, no one thought, they’d ever have, three men where everybody really cared about each other., would protect...always was there for yoy. No jealousy, just three men who were, and had, done just about everything you could do to a man that had sex as something involved but came away better friends than before you started. Tell me how often that happens. Also tell me what we were going to do down the line….interesting thought. The three of us...I wanted that mark...

Almost like home Kyle, cept he had an automatic coffee maker that Dad was too cheap to buy, fumbled around in the sink, rinsed off three mugs that had, if you wanted to be offended, some dirty pictures on each one. Watching him stand waiting for the machine to finish I could admire a truly fine ass. No bubble butt but one that was muscular, could probably pick up anything from hard cocks to two by fours with it. Just my kind and, little doubt, just Sammy’s kind as well.

Crawled over the sheets, found him somewhere between awake, with his hand on his cock or going back to sleep with his hand sliding off his cock. I pinched his nose closed then kissed him. Sure way to wake someone, just have to be prepared for some hoorah while they try and get their breath. His eyes open, saw me, pulled me to him. “Dammit, don’t do that kinda shit.” I guess he was annoyed, turned me over, gave me a couple of swats on an ass that still was recovering from the activities last night.

“That hurt...for real.”

“Good, waking me up hurt...for real.” We both paused, looked at each other, embraced, kissed. “Jesus Pat, I sure love you.”

Didn’t quite no what to say, telling coffee was about ready seemed...weak. So just put my arms around his body, kissed him...which went wrong as we fell back onto the bed.

Kyle appeared. Looked at us. “Jesus, wait’ll after coffee for Christ’s sake….”

By the second cup I had shifted into being practical. I’d spotted a clock so figured we’d better call Burp to let him in on the fact that two of his employees weren’t there. Also, Sammy would have to do this, needed to call some of the regulars that he knew real well-other ex cons he knew he could trust-tell them to fill in until we could get there...whenever that might be, leave it at today...sometime.

Kyle had my left arm upside down, was doodling with his finger almost like a man who was planning a tattoo. From the movements, kinda hard to tell what it might be….but he knew, in his artist’s head he had it down, only thing, put it on me. Never even occurred to me to ask cuz...just like I thought he was a good man, I knew what he’d put on me would be something he’d be proud to say he did it. Looked up at the two of us.

“IF you bought enough time….I can get this done today...wanta see the finished product myself. Pat?”

“Count me in, I’m for it.”

He fooled around found a marking pen, drew a line just above my wrist then another an inch or so below my elbow. A line on either side connected those two, almost a coffin shape, put some squiggles here and there in the place, looked up, smiled, said, “Yeah, that’s the one.” Had the presence of mind not to ask us what we thought. “Give me a few to get my shit organized and then...” He kissed me. “...you’re getting your next ink. Notice I said… ‘next’...” and looked at Sammy… “I think we might take you a little further down the road….”. He put his finger on the tear by my eye, cocked his head, looked at my man. He’d asked a question, Sammy took some time to answer. “Yeah, lets do it. Didn’t think so at first but...yeah.” He was real serious. “Buddy, thanks….I guess we know...”

Kyle was serious. “Yep, I do know...real glad to mark him…..”

They stood up, embraced, kissed, looked in the eyes of the others….Kyle put what I bet was the final word on...whatever it was.

“He’s just what you need….what we can work with….Could Not….I say it, you could not have found one better and, yeah, for fucking sure, he gets our mark.”

Surprised him but I got down on my knees and kissed his cock….adding… “May want one there, too.”

Kyle put his hand under my chin….looked in my eyes, smiled…. “You pisser, you’d get one there woncha?”

I got up. “C’mon, while our artist does his thing, I need to fuck you then we’re gonna change the sheets….”

Sammy just shook his head, got up, put an arm around me as we headed for the bedroom. “I want it deep, slow and fill me up. Twice.”

It was almost sundown by the time Kyle finished inscribing his ink in my arm. Done in black and gray it was a magnificent compass that had a clock face overlay. Hard to explain but...anyone who knew anything about quality tattooing would recognize this as being some of the best. Watching him was to see that he cared that it was perfect, it represented him, was on me, in a way….was his gift to me...and to Sammy. When it was done, nothing to do, sat there, admired it, knew it was something that added to me, that I was proud of. Only thing to do, kissed him….saying Thank You just wouldn’t have been right.

It’s only after you’ve sat wholly involved in what’s going then move that you realize, as we all did, how stiff we were. Kyle bandaged it, Sammy knew how to change the dressing, keep it cleaned, put antiseptic crème….and….I was a tattooed man. Then we all stood in a warm, relaxing shower. One further sign of my real gratitude, I knelt on the floor, then blew him while looking into his eyes telling him something that passed gratitude. He knew, as the one liquid color he could not create fed me, he put one hand under my chin, “More” was not said but promised to me. “More….”

“Shit, we gotta get to the bar, I told Burp and the guys….maybe late afternoon but...we shot past that.” He and Kyle kissed...deeply….then we were out the door. Seemed odd to remember when we walked in, how different I felt from now...and knew there was something new, I wasn’t sure but life was different. Maybe a tattoo does that….Sure did it for me. Can’t tell you why but….I felt like a man with some sort of story….why’d I get the tat? I knew why, yes I did.

On the drive back we were both quiet, thinking, remembering and...planning. Two things got said. Sammy swore then said they forgot to ‘mark’ me but we’d get that done ‘next time’ which led to his saying…. “Guess you like ink, huh?” I just held up my wrist and smiled at him.

“Yep.”

He grinned…..don’t want us to look like the ink twins…..”

I looked at him…. “Maybe not for a while…..I’d have to do time, get some prison ink..”.

We both laughed but for the same reason.

Okay...for no reason, I was an adult male, could-and had done-whatever I wanted. However….telling my Dad I now had a tattoo took me back to being….twelve? Maybe Thirteen and having to tell him….something. Of course whatever it was didn’t even seem too much of anything but in the mind of a kid-that word-whatever it was seemed real bad. So...telling Dad I got a tattoo...you get it. Kinda like having to tell your father that, yeah, you’d toilet papered that house…..

I was putting it off, hoping, maybe, Dad would have a date, be out with Tim...just not home. Because we’d been late, I offered to close the bar, clean up, do anything I could think of to put off going home. Was doing pretty well with that logic until about 4 in the morning when one of the cops who patrolled the area noticed the lights were on, stopped, got out, tapped on the door...was surprised to see me. What he, I think he was Frank, said, was, “Got a trick that ran late? You okay?” Smiled, waved them off...turned out the lights and….having driving around the block six times, went home. Of course, what I wanted, hoped, prayed….didn’t work out; Dad was in bed, sleeping soundly, peacefully…..no point to wake him with my news….it sure could wait.

But it didn’t.

For personal and professional reasons I was good at slipping in and out of a bed when there was already a man in it-done it enough times. Idea being not to wake them. Doesn’t work with your Dad, parents are just sensitive to their children, could wake up no matter how careful I was.

“Ya get one? Lemme see?”

I held up my arm. “Under there.”

“Like it?”

“Yeah, I do, Kyle did a great job, real professional art….show you the next time I change the dressing.” Why didn’t I mention the tear? Why?

It was nice to be in bed with him, didn’t happen as much these days….between Sammy, my dates, his dates, his Tim…..just busy so now that I hadn’t got a whipping for something I’d done, it was good to be with him. Snuggled up to him, put my head on his chest. Should have been tired but...nope.

“What’s on your mind….?”

“Oh...nothing. Just...I wondered about something.”

“Tell me, maybe we can wonder together. He scooted around so I was beside him, his arm under my shoulders.”

“I met Kyle…..the guy who did this.”

“So? Sammy said he know a really fine artist, guess he did….”

I knew what I was going to say but waited…..cuz until it wasn’t said, it wasn’t quite real.

“Dad….Sammy and Kyle, well, they were in prison together, long time….”

“...and you think they’re still kinda of some sort of partners, right?”

“No...well….I think….I think they’re close….”

He took me in his arms. “Pat, you and I, Jesus I hope, will never know what it is to be in prison, get close to someone and….the longer you’re in, well, the closer you get. Sure they’ve had sex but...now...”

He felt a tear drop on him.

“Nothing you can do if they want to pick it up but, Pat, they’ve had a lot of years to do that….Sammy ever say anything about this guy? Other than he knew someone who did good ink work?”

Just shook my head.

“Then all you can do is...forget it. Something comes up, shows you they’re still fooling around then….worry about that when-or if-it happens. Gotta say, he always looks like a man who loves my kid…..’member, I fought him about you?”

There didn’t seem to be much more to say, he was right...but...I can’t forget it.

“Hey, I got an idea….tomorrow, well, I guess today, I got off….”

“From the fly swatter factory? What happened, world run out of flies?”

“Nah, the owner’s son is having his Bar Mitzvah so he gave everyone the day off...”

“Sounds painful, isn’t that where they cut off….”

“Uh, no, that’s right after they’re born, his kid is going to turn 13, becomes a man in their faith, it’s a big deal for them...I get the day off.”

He moved us around a bit.

“Why don’t we have a father/son day? Sleep in...you need to, jeez look at the hour, get up….I got a great idea, we’ll go buy an automatic coffee maker, hows that?”

Had to laugh. Dad and the coffee maker had been an ongoing joke-fuck, even Tim kidded him about it-for a gang of years.

I snuggled up to him, nice and warm. “Okay, father/son buying a coffee maker...” I think I was laughing when I dropped off to sleep.

Weird waking up when it was after ten. Also waking up alone in a bed where my Dad had been. I could hear him in the kitchen, maybe cooking, or something was on fire.

“Dad?”

“Yeah, you up?”

“Sorta…..”

“Stay there.” There was a long pause. “We’re gonna have breakfast in bed.”

He came in carrying a tray; Clearly this wasn’t something he’d done much if ever but it looked good. Even the coffee. He put it on the covers, slipped back in, poured out two mugs, looked at me, kissed me…. “Eat up….. didn’t slave over a hot stove….”

Damn, he kinda had. Even made eggs, bacon, toast, glass of juice.

“I know a way to thank you for doing this...involves some more eating…..”

He smiled at me. “How about we hold off until we get in the shower….”.

Worked for me, Dad and I, over the years, had a sorta routine in the shower that ended with both of us fucked, clean and feeling good….yep I could wait until the shower.

Later, fucked, sucked, showered, shaved and dried I called Burp, apologized, told him about the father/son day-he seemed surprised-but said, sure, Wednesday, he and Sammy could handle it. Asked to speak to him.

“Whatup? Where you….only heard half the call….”

“Listen, Dad has the day off and we’re gonna go buy a coffee maker.”

“Huh?”

“I was so late and….he has the day off so...”

“Pat, go for it….just come by so I can change the dressing….you and your Dad can have a brew or whatever….” He knew the deal about the coffee maker, fuck, anyone who knew us did. “You may want to get your old man looped before he looks at machines...”

“Go fuck yourself”….. “Sammy?”

“It’s okay, I luv ya….”

Things were alright.

Took Burp up, dropped by the bar, Sammy changed the dressing on the tattoo which gave Dad his first viewing of Kyle’s work. I could tell he approved. One glitch. He looked at Sammy…

“The tear drop….?”

Sammy stumbled at little…. “Listen, Paul, uh….he wanted….well, I..fuck, I guess we both wanted something that said ‘con’ just a little bit. Look around, guys who wouldn’t even know there could be a reason other than just a tear have one….if you’re pissed...”

To my surprise, Dad simply leaned in and kissed him. “Just wanted to see what you’d say. I know my kid, he’s already got more than a little of the con in him, guess, it’s just on him now...” He shook Sammy’s hand. “Wouldn’t hurt if...he got something a little more...like you.”

Never seen Sammy smile like he did just then.

“Oh, and when you’re not bouncing drunks, might want to take me to see your buddy, that’s fine work, something I’d be proud to sport.” There was a date talked about….and I was real glad. While one thing I did not want-I’d seen too many of them-was father and son matching ink, having my Dad showing off some quality work….wouldn’t hurt his reputation as a stud one bit…..Fact was….maybe I could talk to Kyle, I bet he could some up with a stallion rearing up, balls and all, that might look real good on Dad…..

Buying the coffee maker with my father was not quite a national negotiation but almost. Found a place that sold them but….they sold too many kinds; Even I was puzzled. Also, typical, no one was around to answer questions, give us any advice….so we looked at the pictures to see if they matched the ones, chained down, on display. Just by luck I spotted one that was what Sammy had, I knew how it worked, could teach Dad, that’s the one we bought.

In the car we were both almost sweating.

“I’m almost tempted to go back to the bar and have a drink….”

Which gave me an idea. Not a wholesome idea, but an idea that had good dirty fun

“How long has it been since I gave you one of my showers? And you’ve never had a beer enema….doesn’t get more father/son than that.”

“Uh...the beer enema?”

“Yeah, real popular….I can get references.” Could, too.

As we drove toward the saloon, an idea came to me; Yes, this was a father/son day but with Sammy at the bar, I kinda wanted to include him….Dad and I had, surprisingly, never done a three way, but...with Sammy, it would be more like buddies just getting it on.

“Would you be pissed off if...I had Sammy….”

“Hell, no, he’s a great fuck, good fun, lots of water...”

I just spit it out…. “How about if the two of you doubled me? Think I’d kinda like that, the two men I love breeding me….”

He looked at me. “Good thing this is before Thursday….I hear Don plans to stick something in your cock…..”

That was news...but I had an idea where it might have got started.

“Sammy give you that update?”

“Could be a good guess….I’m thinking of making it another double….ya know, Pat, we’ve been pretty much straight arrow about a lot of things….your getting inked, planning on bars in your nips….Think I’m too old for that?”

“Dad, the day you’re too old, I’m too old, have to retire to the home for old whores….You get what you want...I’ll be proud to see it….”

“Well, you said Thursday night? That’s your regular with the guy who makes holes in skin? Mind if I go along? Might just want something for me….now that we’re getting inked and pierced, doesn’t seem right for you to be the only stud in the family with all the good stuff….”

“Sure you wouldn’t mind? You know….Don’s a regular….but...I sure don’t think he’d mind if we both worked with him….afterwards...real nice guy then go get holed.”

I looked right at him. “I kinda hoped you’d want to go…..really did.”

He smiled, looked at me as we headed back to the showers only stopping to tell Sammy he was now on the guest list, join us. Biggest smile I’d seen on him yet.

In the stream, the water coming at the three of us from all the spigots, we just stood and held each other. Heads on shoulders, finally hands fondling whatever they came to, cocks getting hard, balls teased, Sammy knelt down, took Dad’s cock in his hand, looked up, said, “Sir, I love your son, need to taste what made him….”

Dad put his hands on Sammy’s head…. “I want you to.”

Watching the two of them, like a child clinging to a parent they love. They looked at each other for a while then Sammy put his arms around Dad’s thighs, took his cock in his mouth then bit by bit begin to draw out what he wanted. It was slow, gently done, both wanted this to last, both were getting into this, forgot that it was about me but it was about their extreme pleasure….I fell to my knees, behind Dad, leaned into his ass, stuck out my tongue, ate him….we all were getting something we wanted: Pleasure and bonding.

How long? Longer than I’d ever eaten a man out, longer than Sammy ever sucked a guy off, longer than my Dad held it in him. Nothing more to say….I guess that was a threesome. Later, in bed, we both got fucked, spanked, his two little boys cuddling next to him, fingering his nipples. Damn it, I swear that man purred….

Back at the apartment the next day. “Ya know, Pat, that was more than good fun….it was...”

“Yeah, it was. Think you just got yourself another son, sorta. Guess you can overlook he’s done time, the ink….”

Dad was quiet for a minute. “You’re gonna go for ink, maybe lots of it...I can tell. Get the piercings….move closer to Sammy, what he is….good guy lookin’ like a bad ass. I thought about this, thought about this a lot. Maybe that’s the way for you….I don’t know what you’re gonna do but...damn it, you cannot go on working in a bar, selling yourself, but that’s the end….Son, okay you laugh about my job making plastic things, and, yes, the fucking fly swatters, but it’s a good job, I get insurance for us….”

I had to break in. “...and you sell yourself just like I do. We both got good men, I almost love Tim but, yeah, I need a job….doing something….I love that dumb saloon….so many good memories but….”

“Either you buy it and spend the rest of your life behind a bar or….find something, you and Sammy,….”

I blurted out… “I like sex...from when you held me when I was real young, didn’t do much to me but I loved it, wanted more then….’ I looked into his eyes, hoping he understood.

“Yeah…..dammit, so do I.” He sat down, put his head in his hands. Looked up, “Tim...” He gulped. “Tim wants me to stop selling….”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Dad, he knew a long time ago...what you...we...did. Why now?”

Deep breath...I thought I knew….. “Jesus, he wants to marry you, doesn’t he...”

“Yeah.”

“He’s a cop for crying out loud...he knew...some of the guys he works with must...”

“They all do.”

I knew one thing; Love Tim as much as he did, marriage to a man would wreck his career. Matter of fact, I knew several cops who had ‘spare’ wives, some of them came into the bar with them. But this went way beyond that, in one way, and one way only, sure all the guys might know but….what they washed it off as, just very close friends, real close. Some of the the men at the station had relationships with other men, not like Dad and Tim, but very close friendships, some of ‘em even shared apartments so...seeing Tim and his man….just wrote it off as being real close and, just maybe, so what if they did play around with each other? Nothing they did ever interfered with business and, hell, his kid pretty much ran one of their favorite bars, one where they knew they could hide out, grab a shower, catch some shut eye….all privately. Okay, the kid was selling his ass….didn’t interfere with what they did and, now and again, knew something, had a tip that made their lives go better. Might even be that if they knew someone looking for some really discrete man meat, check the nice looking guy behind the bar….For that, one or two of them had fucked him….enjoyed it, he was a primo stud.

Thursday Don showed up just like normal, he got a good spanking, fucking, blew me, spanked him again then….for a treat, Sammy showed up, fucked him then let him spank him. Got his money’s worth that evening, the smile on his face more than suggested that, it positively hollered it. Just what I like, satisfied customer. Only one thing..

“You up to some professional work like we talked about? Sammy n’ I are thinking ‘bout what we might get….IF you’re not too tired.

“Buddy, for a swell screw like you, what you do for me, by the time we get to my place, I’ll be able to put anything you want wherever you want it….” Big grin. “Fact is, I’m looking forward to it and bringing this stud along….guess you might a figured out I get off on doing this….specially on guys I like.” He grinned again. ‘N when they took the master class in spanking then brought along a treat like that hunk….your’s ain’t he?”

Neither of us said anything just reached over and played with our nuts. Made a point you couldn’t miss. Don smiled.

“Hey….” Sammy turned loose of my balls while he spit out a thought. “How’d you like a trio of guys….after you finish what you’re gonna do...” Sammy had this great evil smirk. “I can guarantee you something you ain’t never had. Yet.”

Don looked a little puzzled, interested but puzzled.

“See, we go this buddy, what you’re not sticking, he’s inking….doin’ Pat here….”

It came to me. “Kyle?”

Sammy paid no attention, ‘course that’s who it was. Sammy was suddenly really into this. “Just shoot me an address….want him to bring his travelin’ kit? Never know what you might be in the mood for?….”

“Hey, four guys...one apiece….hell yes, I’m up for it...but first….this one gets stuck.”

Sammy put his arms around me, opened my shirt below my nipples.

“Give him a pair on each side?”

Don thought… “ I can do it but it will be a while till you can even touch them...guess I don’t need to tell you it’ll hurt….”

“This is my man…..nuff said?”

“See you at my place.”

On the ride over I peeled off my shirt, played with my tits. “Ya know, I kinda think one per side….?”

“Didn’t make it clear….that’s a pair divided by two….each of us get one.” Looked at me and smiled. “Then when Kyle joins us….”

I knew what was on his mind….and laughed. Perfect for Don…..Just because I knew how, I leaned over, hauled out his cock and blew him. He reached across, pushed down my pants then stuck a finger up my ass. Best way to travel….