Like fathers, like sons

*** This is the first story I have ever written. I am seeking for honest feedback so please do not hesitate to tell me what I could do better ***

*** All characters are 18+ ***

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"I'm not comfortable with that," Frank said. His deep, calm voice brooked no argument, but John dared to speak up anyway. "He's your son, and he needs a place to stay. Don't tell me you want to leave him sleeping on the streets, man." John took a sip from his beer can and looked at his best friend. Both of them knew that wasn't a real option for Frank. He had been living in the old trailer for five years, thanks to some rather murky arrangements with the owner that allowed him to place it on an otherwise unused piece of land outside of town. He had settled into this simple and relaxed life, alone. The prospect of having to change that didn't sit well with Frank at all.

"You've got a spare room. Ben can stay there permanently; he's familiar with the room," John reminded him. While that was true, Ben had been here during vacations and some weekends and had slept in that room. Still, Frank hesitated. "The room is way too small," he said after a moment of consideration. "Well, it'll have to do," John responded with a grin. He knew his reticent friend just needed a moment to come to terms with the idea of having his son move in with him.

"I wonder what he'll say when he gets here... What's been going on with him?" John inquired. Frank had only just listened to Ben's message, but it sounded like he wanted to come as soon as possible. "I'll find out," Frank said, taking out his phone and calling Ben.

"Dad?"

"Hey, Bud! I heard your message. It's fine; you can sleep in the small room here."

"Oh man, thanks. That's awesome. Mom's losing it over here. When can I come?"

"Whenever you want."

"Okay, let me pack a few things, and then I'll head over."

"Today?" Frank was genuinely surprised.

Ben was silent for a moment. "If it's possible... please."

Frank took a deep breath, then they arranged to meet at the train station at 8:00 PM, where Frank would pick up his son.

Ben's arrival

The train pulled into the Mayview station on time. Ben and Frank hugged in greeting and Frank took the bag from Ben. "Not much for a move-out," Frank said. "Yeah, I only packed the essentials. I'll go back and pick up more stuff when Mum calms down," Ben replied. "Okay, get in and tell me what's going on," Frank said and they both got into Frank's old truck.

On the way, Ben excitedly told his dad that his mother had been nagging him for a long time to finally find a college or a job. Ben said that he had been working here and there, but he didn't know what he wanted to do yet. And even though he was paying his mother a rent, she had become increasingly insistent that he should "do something decent," as she put it. Frank thought to himself that this was really not so wrong, but preferred not to say anything about it for the time being.

"And then it totally escalated this morning," Ben said. Frank raised his eyebrows and mumbled, "What?".

"Actually, I really don't want to tell you this". Ben looked out the window. Was he blushing?

"Just say it Ben," Frank said in his deep voice. Frank didn't talk much and when he did say something, he always got straight to the point. Because of that and that distinctive deep voice, the few words he used always had a big impact. When Frank said something, it carried weight.

"Oh man...". Ben struggled for words, visibly uncomfortable. "Okay, dad, but you can't judge me".

Frank got a little nervous, took another deep breath in and out, and said "Okay, Bud, all right.... I'm ready for anything.". Actually, Ben was brimming with confidence, Frank had never seen him like that before.

Ben took a deep breath, "Mum came into my room this morning just as I was.... So I was just... Jacob. Jacob and I were just busy when she came in. At first she left the room silently, but then in the..." - Frank interrupted. "Slowly, slowly... what do you mean?" Ben looked at his father uncertainly. "Well... Jacob and I... well to be honest and very clear, we do it occasionally with each other. But not what you might think now, so we're not gay or anything. Just occasionally we get it on and we do it with each other."

Frank pulled over and parked the truck on the side of the road. Ben didn't know what was going to happen now, in fact, he was ready for anything: he had already figured that in a pinch he could ask two or three other buddies to put him up with them for the time being, in case his dad sent him packing when he found out about him and Jacob. The taciturn Frank, who worked construction and lived like an eremite in a mobile home, was so inscrutable in so many ways. Ben had absolutely no idea how Frank would take this.

"Are you a couple?" asked Frank directly and without mincing words. "God no, we're really not gay. Jacob has a girlfriend, after all. We just... well, we just like to have a fuck between men," Ben tried to be as casual as possible, but he was only moderately successful. Frank remained silent. Ben watched his father, obviously thinking about something, but Ben couldn't read anything out of that face. "What happened then?" asked Frank. Ben was getting his hopes up.

"When I came into the living room, Mum was sitting on the couch, looking at me kind of starkly, like she was mad as hell. And she told me to move out. We started arguing and in the end she shouted at me that I was just as useless a faggot as you and that I should leave her house in the next week." Frank kept silent.

After some silence in the truck, Frank turned to Ben, visibly agitated. "Okay Ben, listen to me. We don't live in the 60s anymore, it's just that some bigoted asses haven't figured that out yet. Fuck whoever you want and don't let anyone tell you you're wrong for it, especially not your mother. You got that?". Ben wasn't prepared for this sudden outpouring of words, but after he got over the initial shock and realized what his dad had actually just told him, he was relieved and touched. "Yes, Dad, I understood.".

"Okay," Frank said, started the car and drove on. For a while they drove in silence, both absorbed in their thoughts. Then Ben said, "Could you please keep this to yourself? I mean especially John, please don't tell him". Frank was silent and Ben became nervous again. John was his father's best friend and also Jacob's dad. Ben and Jacob knew each other because their fathers had been virtually inseparable friends since Ben could remember.

"Jacob should talk to his father," Frank said. That wasn't enough for Ben: "You'll know John better, but what should he tell him? And how will he react? What if John flips out similar to my mom? I mean, John is...". Frank interrupted him, "I really think he should talk to him." Something in Frank's expression changed. Ben wondered if Frank was even amused by anything, it almost seemed like he was smirking, but Frank's expression was never good to read.... "Okay," Ben replied and left it at that.

The rest of the trip they didn't talk much, both were busy with their own thoughts. When the two arrived, it was already getting dark. "I'm going to make a quick call to Jacob, okay Dad?" asked Ben. "Sure, okay," Frank mumbled. Ben picked up his cell phone and walked with it a short distance away from Frank's mobile home.

"Hey Ben, are you okay?" asked Jacob directly. "Yeah man, everything's fine," Ben replied. "You, um, I told dad what happened this morning." Silence fell over the phone. "What exactly did you tell him?" asked Jacob now a little unsure. "Well, everything." Jacob swallowed. "But he was really full of composure and almost told me to fuck whoever I wanted and not to let my mom tell me anything bad about it."

"Yeah okay... your old man is a cool dude, I get it.... but what if he tells my dad???? Are you crazy?", Jacob blurted out.

"Hey, take it easy... I asked dad not to say anything to John. And dad just said you should talk to your dad".

"Oh man... Do you think he'll tell him anything? He doesn't usually talk much, but he's bound to tell him that, right?"

"I don't know, I don't think so. But maybe you should really talk to John sometime? I mean, would my dad say that if he thought John had a problem with it?"

Jacob was silent for a moment. "What do you want me to tell him? I don't think it's any of my dad's business who I'm doing it with." Ben thought about it for a moment and then agreed with Jacob. "You're right...when will I see you?".

"Let's go to the lake tomorrow, it's getting warm," Jacob said. "It's great, the two of us in Mayville for the summer with our old folks," he added. "I'm sorry about your mom this morning, but the prospect of the two of us spending the summer together now, I really like that."

"Yes, that's right... I'm going to bed now, this day was really weird, I'm done".

"Sure, I'll call you tomorrow, bro."

The day at the lake

Jacob arrived at Ben and Frank's house around noon to pick up Ben. The two sat in camping chairs in front of the trailer and dozed, the early summer sun inviting them to do so. Ben and Jacob had arranged to swim in the lake. After greeting them with a handshake choreo that was always a secret to Frank, Jacob asked, "And how are you, bro? Everything okay?".

"Yeah, not bad. I slept well, I think it was high time to move out of my mum's place," Ben replied. "It's going to be a hot time here," he added with a grin. Frank's thoughts then drifted for a little moment. It was just a small moment when he briefly realized that these two young men had had sex with each other and were going to have sex. A small moment in which he saw his son fucking this attractive fellow Jacob - or maybe Jacob was fucking Ben? Hell, either way, both ideas made Frank nervous.

"Good morning, Mr. Carhil," Jacob said. The two boys had thought it funny or cool for some time to address their fathers by their respective last names, and the two older gentlemen let it wash over them. Jacob snapped Frank out of his thoughts, which were starting to get a bit too heated, getting him very excited. "Morning, Jacob!". He saw this brat now with completely different eyes: Jacob had really become an attractive young man, still boyish with a mischievous grin and naughty eyes, but a well-defined body, as Frank could also see in Jacob's crotch. Frank had to get away, his own cock was making itself independent and he didn't want the boys to see him with a hard-on in his pants. He fled into the trailer right after this greeting.

On the way to the lake, Jacob asked, "Do you really think Frank doesn't have a problem with this? I mean, the greeting was already weird."

"You know Frank. He's not a man of many words. Have you ever been greeted more warmly by him?"

"No, not that either... Well, you're right," Jacob mused for a moment as they reached the lake.

This lake and the entire area around this abandoned property, which Frank had now lived on for several years, were Jacob and Ben's giant adventure playground. They had known this area since early childhood. The town of Mayview, where Jacob and his father John still live and work, is about a 30-minute walk away. Before Frank moved into his trailer, he also lived in Mayview and the two boys spent a lot of time here whenever Ben visited his father in Mayview.

Arrived at the lake, the two jumped directly into the water. It felt good to feel the pleasantly cool water, and after a few swims and a bit of tussling with each other, the two came back to shore slightly cooled down and a bit out of breath, and lay down on the spread out blanket. Jacob watched the drops of water creep down the side of Ben's body under his chest. "We did get interrupted yesterday morning," Jacob said.

Ben opened his eyes slightly and blinked at Jacob. "That's right, there was something there." Jacob's index finger followed the drops of water that were now collecting in the center of Ben's chest and running down his belly to his belly button. After a brief pause with slow circles slightly below the belly button, however, Jacob's index finger traveled on and slipped under Ben's wet swim trunks. The journey ended only when he had Ben's balls in his hand and Ben groaned slightly. Instantly, Ben's cock twitched under Jacob's forearm, gently massaging his cock as he played around with Ben's balls with his fingers. Sliding his middle finger on to Ben's hole as he did so, he began to penetrate Ben. "Hey... It was my turn," Ben grinned. "My middle finger decided otherwise," Jacob replied with a grin, taking his hand out of Ben's swim trunks again to take his middle finger into his mouth, wet it with spit, and then reinserted it into Ben's asshole. Ben actually always got horny immediately when his hole was worked like this, so he decided not to pursue his briefly flared protest. Instead, Ben took off his swim trunks and lay down on his stomach.

Jacob acknowledged this with an "All right", straightened up on his knees and bent over Ben's ass to push his butt cheeks apart with both hands. Jacob's cock jumped up and down at this unobstructed view of Ben's hole. He now took his index and middle fingers in his mouth, wet them with spit, spit once hard on Ben's hole, and then began to work the hole with both fingers. First he just stroked it a little, then he inserted the fingertips. Ben groaned and stretched his ass towards him. That was the signal: Jacob spit on the hole again and pushed both fingers deep into Ben's hole. Ben shouted "Fuuck! Yeah!" and put his butt a little higher. With his other hand, Jacob began jerking Ben's hard cock from behind. While one hand worked Ben's asshole, the other worked his cock and scrotum. Ben often had a lot of pre-cum, which Jacob skillfully collected and spread on Ben's asshole to make it even more pliable. Now that he had worked Ben like this for a while, all Jacob wanted to do was fuck. He freed himself from his swim trunks, spurted on his cock and pressed his glans against Ben's hole. Ben moaned again briefly in anticipation of his best friend's cock in his ass, and Jacob pushed his cock in full length. The two were already so attuned to each other, Ben loved it when Jacob just took what he was in the mood for. With his cock in Ben, Jacob laid down on top of Ben, wrapped his arms around the front of Ben's neck and whispered in his ear "Today you're my bitch, I'm gonna fuck you!" and Ben replied "Jacob, you fucker". This kind of dirty talk turned both of them on again and again and Jacob started to fuck Ben.... slowly at first, but then very quickly more and more violently. "Fuck me, you bastard," Ben shouted as Jacob moaned violently in his ear. "You're my bitch, Ben.... I fuck you so hard." Jacob held Ben tightly in his arms around his neck and whispered "I'm cumming, dude.... I'm cumming!" and Ben replied "cum inside me you fucker, just cum!". Jacob groaned, thrust a few more times and then squirted inside Ben.

Jacob confronts Frank

The following two days were quite quiet: Frank and Ben settled in with each other in the trailer and Ben found a temporary job in town. The two hardly saw each other, as Ben tended to work late and Frank early. John and Jacob also had their hands full: Jacob was helping his dad in his workshop, so Ben and Jacob didn't see each other in the following days either. John had leased an old factory building in Mayview years ago and fulfilled his dream of owning his own workshop for motorcycles and cars. In his younger days, he had been a member of a rocker gang that roamed the country on motorcycles. Now that he was older and settled down, this garage had become his passion. John had to complete some jobs in a timely manner, with Jacob helping him.

On this afternoon Jacob spontaneously came to Frank's trailer to visit Ben. He wasn't sure if Ben would be there, he hadn't reached him all day and now his cell phone was out of juice, he had forgotten to charge it. When he arrived, Frank was sitting in front of the trailer drinking a beer as he often did. He was wearing only shorts, sunglasses and a cap, his hairy powerful torso sweating in the pleasantly warm sun. "Hi Mr. Carhil," Jacob said. Frank winced slightly and looked at Jacob. "Hey Jacob."

"Is Ben there?" asked Jacob.

"No," Frank grumbled.

At first Jacob stood there and thought about whether he should just leave now or wait for Ben after all, when Frank buzzed again: "Sit down".

Jacob sat down, not sure what was coming next. He'd been wondering all these days if Frank had talked to his father - if so, his dad hadn't let on. And he wondered if Frank was really so relaxed about the fact that he and his son were fucking.

Just as Jacob took a breath to say something, Frank asked, "Want a beer?" and got up to go into the trailer. That's when it was enough. Sure, Frank isn't one for big words, but he needed to know now if Frank had a problem with him. He followed Frank into the trailer, where Frank had just opened the refrigerator to get out a beer.

"Frank, I want to talk to you now. I know from Ben that he told you what happened. Do you have a problem with that?" it rumbled right out of Jacob. Frank looked at Jacob and said, "No." Frank sat down on the chair at the kitchen table and put the can of beer on the table for Jacob. This was not enough for Jacob. "Did you tell my dad?"

"No." Frank pointed to the beer can, nodded to Jacob, and took a sip of his own beer himself. Jacob assumed that was an invitation to a conversation, sat down, and took a big swig of the pleasantly cool beer. "It's all good, kid," Frank grumbled. So the two sat there for a moment, musing to themselves. Frank hadn't taken off his sunglasses and Jacob didn't quite know if Frank was looking at him or not. The old man was really always kind of mysterious, you rarely knew for sure what was going on inside him at the moment. Unexpectedly, Frank asked "Are you fucking my son or is he fucking you?". Jacob cringed. Frank was known for his direct manner, but this question was strange even for him. Why was he asking Jacob this?

Jacob's face flushed and he began to stammer something, the question throwing him off. "Sorry," Frank grumbled, taking another sip of his beer.... "I've had a few," he said, probably meaning the beers. "It's all good," Jacob replied, taking a big gulp as well. The heat, the beer, this strange situation, several days without sex, it all triggered a tingle in Jacob, it tempted him to push this situation even further. He said, "So yes, I'm fucking your son. And he fucks me. Sometimes we take turns, sometimes it's just one guy." As soon as he had said that he wondered if he had gone too far. Frank showed no reaction. It got pretty quiet.

Jacob's tingling was getting stronger and stronger, he had to admit to himself that this whole situation was making him really horny. His cock started to get bigger and he turned a little away from Frank to get his legs under the table and hide the growing boner in his pants from Frank. "Get up," Frank said. Jacob's heart skipped a beat. If he stood up now, Frank would see his hard-on, but if he didn't, that seemed strange, too. On the other hand, even this request was strange, and Jacob tried to see through the sunglasses if Frank hadn't already discovered his hard-on and now wanted to tease him. Was the old man supposed to be just as horny as his son? Jacob decided to take his chances: he emptied the beer can and stood up. A tent was clearly forming in his pants, it was perfectly clear: Jacob had a boner. "Yes, Mr. Carhil, with this good piece I'll fuck your son!", Jacob feigned, deciding to attack.

Frank barely stirred, he only hummed very briefly and quietly and otherwise just sat there. Jacob stood there in the kitchen with his obvious boner in front of Frank and began to move his hips very slightly back and forth. He now wanted to tease Frank too and see how far this went. Suddenly Frank raised his hand and reached for Jacob's cock. Jacob startled a little and groaned, but Frank's firm grip on his cock only excited him more. Frank began to massage Jacob's cock through his pants and pre-cum began to seep through. Frank saw this and moved his head closer to the stiff cock, which he continued to hold tightly in his hand, and smelled the penetrating pre-cum. He moaned with pleasure, as if tasting a delicious dish, and continued massaging Jacob's cock. Jacob closed his eyes, felt the strong man's hands on his hard-on, felt the pants as they wrapped around his cock and, along with his pre-cum, settled comfortably around the glans.

All at once everything happened very quickly: Frank stood up, stood behind Jacob, pushed Jacob's upper body towards the kitchen table and pulled down his pants. Jacob couldn't believe it: Frank was about to fuck him. This was all totally crazy, but also mega hot - he often imagined something like this in his jerk-off fantasies, but that this really happened now topped everything.

Frank's tongue began to work Jacob's rosette.... and Jacob quickly realized that Frank knew exactly what he was doing. It was absolutely clear to him: Frank had experience. His tongue worked him inside and outside around the whole, sometimes more gently, sometimes harder, Frank moaning and humming as he worked Jacob like this. "Fuck me, Mr. Carhil!" gasped Jacob.... "fuck me!". Frank stood up, pulled down his pants, spit once more into his hand to prepare his big cock, and placed his cock halfway between Jacob's cheeks. "Can you handle it?" asked Frank, pressing his cock down on Jacob with both hands so that the young man could feel the entire meat. "Fuck me, Mr. Carhil!", Jacob practically begged. "As you wish!" growled Frank, and began to insert his glans into Jacob. Jacob took a breath, moaning, but now Frank's cock knew only one direction. He pushed it deeper and deeper into Jacob, who felt Frank's cock taking up more and more space. Then Frank stopped for a moment, pulled his cock out again slowly - Jacob thought for a short moment that Frank had changed his mind, but with one next thrust it was clear to Jacob: this man would fuck him now. Without ifs and buts.

Frank was now thrusting harder and harder. Jacob grabbed backwards between his legs to get Frank's balls in his hand. It was one of Jacob's passions, he loved the feel of testicles in his hand, especially when they were jiggling back and forth as intensely as Frank's were now. Frank felt the young man's hand on his balls and only got more aroused by it.... he fucked the young man harder and harder until he groaned loudly all of a sudden. Jacob had come without either of them touching Jacob's cock. "Am... almost... ready!" Frank squeezed out between his fucking thrusts. "Fuck... Just... keep... going!", Jacob responded willingly. But those words were enough and with a few powerful thrusts, Frank also squirted.

Frank sat down on the chair panting, Jacob also straightened up panting and grinned cheekily, "Wow, bro...". Frank had to laugh a little: "Yeah, wow, bro", he replied and gave Jacob a slap on the butt. After they had recovered a bit and taken a shower, they sat down together with a beer in front of the trailer and waited for Ben.

Evening barbecue

In the late afternoon Ben came home and met his dad and Jacob exuberantly chatting in front of the trailer. The mood was already quite boisterous, the two had probably already swished a few beers together, even Dad was extremely relaxed for his standards. "Hey you two, you've already had a good time?", said Ben. Frank grinned recognizably and Jacob put on that grin he usually had when it came to fucking: "Yeah, bro, we had a good time," he replied with a smile. Ben was a bit confused at first, but then realized that he probably had to catch up and got himself a beer from the fridge.

"My dad will be here soon, we'll barbecue together today and celebrate your arrival!", Jacob enlightened him, as Ben stepped in front of the trailer again with his opened beer. "Cool, I haven't even seen John yet!", Ben replied and took one of the camping chairs. "So, how have the last few days been with you guys?" asked Ben to the group, and the three were chatting hilariously about the events of the last few days when John arrived.

John first moved right up to Ben and hugged him, "Come here, my best. Nice to finally see you, are you doing well? Have you settled in well?". John was always more the outspoken type, unlike Ben's father Frank. Not that Frank was cold-hearted or even dismissive, nothing like that. But while Frank observed the world rather quietly and reservedly, John was the one who threw himself loudly into the adventure and also never made a secret of his feelings.

After all four were supplied with beer and meat from the grill, they continued to talk about the last few days. John finally asked directly, "Ben, what happened? I don't know anything yet!

There it was, this awkward situation, which he would have liked to avoid further: Jacob didn't want his father to find out the real reason for the escalation with Ben's mother, after all, she had caught them both in bed and was completely freaked out about it. So what was he supposed to tell John? Ben hadn't thought of a toned down version for Jacob's father yet. Jacob kind of looked at Ben.... only how? What was that look on his face? Ben flailed around, searching for words, squirming, until Frank said "Just tell him!".

Jacob turned to Frank, then to Ben, then back to Frank, and panic spread across his face. Ben didn't know what to do and was now starting to panic himself. That's when Frank took the floor, "John, those two naughty boys were caught by Ben's mother. While fucking. And then the old lady went berserk". Now Ben and Jacob looked at Frank, both wavering between horror and anger. Why was he doing this? Expose them both here like that?

All at once, both old men started laughing out loud. Frank just let out a snort, holding his stomach and almost toppling over the front of the chair. John threw his head back, roaring with laughter. Jacob and Ben looked at each other, stunned, not knowing what was going on. Both men squeezed out a "Sorry!" every now and then, but couldn't stop laughing. Now it was enough for Ben and he jumped up, "Enough, what the hell is wrong with you guys? What is this now?" Jacob jumped up as well and ran away. The two men calmed down instantly and John shouted, "Hey, kid, hey.... come back here!" but Jacob kept running. Frank looked at his best friend, "Go after him and talk to him! I'll sort it out with Ben!". John nodded and ran after his son.

Ben looked at Frank, still completely upset. He was so angry, he almost started fighting with his old man. "What's wrong with you?", Ben yelled at him. "Calm down, sit down!" grumbled Frank. Ben walked in a circle around the chair once, upset, then stopped, looked angrily at his father, and sat down, almost dropping into the chair and then stomping his feet on the floor. "We weren't laughing because of you, we were laughing because of us!". Ben didn't understand a word. "What do you mean?".

"You don't know the whole story of why I left your mother back then!" said Frank. Ben still had no clue what it was all about. "You didn't get along and mum was giving you hell every moment, which she's good at, as we've all found out now," Ben nagged. "Yeah, that's the part of the story you know. The other part is: she also caught me in bed with John back then like she caught you with Jacob now." Again a smirk crossed Frank's face. Ben remained silent. He would have expected anything, but this?! "What?" stammered Ben, "are you trying to tell me that you and John...? are a couple?". Frank replied, "No, we just like to fuck each other sometimes!".

Ben had the feeling that everything was spinning. After a while he asked, "And why did you laugh like that?". "That bigoted bitch and her father took everything from me back then. They told it around. Those were different times, something like that wasn't accepted like it is today. I lost my job in the military because of her and her father, John was dissed by a lot of his rocker friends. That's why we moved here to Mayville, there was a different wind blowing back then, everything was a little more relaxed here.". Frank was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry for you, I really am. But you can imagine how exhilarated John and I are that something like this is happening to your mum again!". Ben could understand that and now even felt a bit like he had avenged his dad. So the two sat together for some time until John and Jacob came back.

Jacob sat down expressionless again in the round, John nodded to Frank. Everyone was silent. The cat was out of the bag now, but it felt like there was still something to be worked out. John sensed this and began, "So let's recap: Frank and I got caught fucking back in the day and were basically run out of town by Ben's mother and her family. A few days ago she caught Ben and Jacob and surely had the second shock of her life, which made Frank and I very happy. And we realize: we all have no problem with this fucking between men, right?". Frank smirked and nodded. Ben thought about it and said, "No, I might have wished I'd known that about you two earlier, but it is what it is!". "Uh-huh, okay," John said, "but just as I'm sure you both thought it was really none of your dads' business who you fuck with, we thought it was even more so with our sons in mind!" countered John, Frank growled in agreement, and Ben accepted. Jacob said nothing for a long time, but then said, "Okay, I need a moment. It's all good, guys, but I need a moment." John handed them all a can of beer, raised his to a toast, and said, "Here's to fucking between men and an enlightening barbecue!". Frank and Ben raised their beer cans laughing and just after some initial hesitation, a grin flitted across Jacob's face as well and he joined in the toast.

After everyone had taken a hearty sip and sat down again, John wanted to know more precisely: "Maybe it's a bit too much now, but I'll just ask frankly: who's fucking whom in your house? That was the moment when Frank and Jacob suddenly started laughing, while John and Ben looked at them in confusion. Obviously there was an insider that John and Ben didn't know, and John also asked, "What was so funny about that question now?" in amusement. Ben eyed his buddy Jacob and saw that dirty smile again, but Jacob looked at Ben's dad as he did so.... Had the two of them been...? NO, that wasn't true now, was it? Ben was struck by it... what kind of night was this? His best buddy and his dad...was this really supposed to have happened? Jacob looked at his own father and said, "So let's put it this way, Ben and I both know how it goes: fuck and hold the ass up!". "So what was so funny now?", John huffed. Jacob looked at Frank and said, "I've never been asked that question before, twice today!", and Frank added, "And he proved one half to me right away today too". Jacob grinned his grin and looked at Ben and John in turn, Frank also smiled and looked around as well. "And it continues with the enlightening evening!" exclaimed John, however, he himself seemed to be still not clear whether he really wanted this information. Ben, on the other hand, had now let the beer, the warmth of summer, and the whole situation go completely to his head: he was taking a liking to this completely insane evening, and the idea of his dad doing whatever with Jacob....  somehow it was all really exciting. "What half did he prove to you, Dad?" asked Ben unabashedly. John turned to Ben and looked at him with wide eyes, but something lustful and playful sparkled in his eyes too.

"He took my cock well," Frank said in his deep voice. The phrase hung in the room for a while and resonated with everyone. Probably everyone in the round now imagined Frank's cock (either from memory or fantasy) and how it penetrated Jacob. A pleasant shiver came over Jacob as he did so, as he was still feeling Frank's fuck. John was confused by his feelings: he knew what a great cock Frank had and how well he could handle it. The idea that his son felt that cock was confusing and hot in equal measure. But it also turned him on when he imagined Jacob, his son, getting fucked.... Whether by Frank or Ben. Was he really supposed to imagine that?

And Ben? Ben was now sitting in his camping chair with a hard-on and was just horny: he was dizzy at the thought of who had already fucked here with whom and now he wanted it too: just fuck, be fucked, whatever. The pressure was too much now, after all the days without sex.

"Well John, it looks like we should get to it then. We haven't had it yet," Ben said and took his hard-on in his hand. His stiff cock was clearly visible through his short pants. All three looked at his crotch. Jacob with his wide sex grin, Frank torn between horniness and confusion and John without any doubt completely heated. "So how do you guys hold it? You and dad, does dad always fuck you or do you guys take turns?". John leaned back in his chair, reached into his crotch in turn, looked Ben in the eye and said, "I can get it for you or you can get it for me, we keep it very flexible too!". Ben looked into Jacob's face, slightly red-flecked with excitement, he wet his lips with his tongue. He was really horny, that was obvious to Ben. He must have recovered from his shock. Ben said, looking at Jacob, "Well, since Jacob has already been fucked today, I'd say it's the boys' turn to hold up their asses today." With these words Ben stood up and pulled down his pants.

Now Ben stood there with his pants down, presenting his 20cm long stiff cock to the three other men. Jacob's grin grew wider and wider. John was astonished: "Nice piece... you fuck Jacob with that?". And turning to his son, he added with a wink, "You seem to be able to take a lot". At first Jacob was a bit surprised about this comment of his dad. Who had ever heard something like that from his dad? But this evening was already completely crazy anyway, so it didn't matter anymore.

John stood up and went to Ben. He stopped in front of him, looked him in the eye and whispered something in his ear, which Jacob and Frank unfortunately did not understand. Ben nodded his head, then looked at Jacob and his father and got down on his knees. John looked down at Ben, then at Frank and said, "You fuck my son and I'll fuck yours!". Frank looked his best friend in the eye and nodded, barely noticeable. Frank himself was now so turned on by the whole situation that he didn't care about anything.

Ben opened John's pants and started sucking his father's best friend. John's cock was big, but Ben pushed it deep down his throat, making John groan. Not many manage to take his cock all the way in, but this brat had a talent, John quickly realized. He took Ben's head in both slopes and slowly started fucking him in the mouth. Ben moaned and swallowed, but was able to handle the big cock in his mouth and throat very well. John kept slowly inserting his cock and taking it back out almost to the tip, only to reinsert it deeper. The spit ran down his shaft and balls.

Jacob couldn't believe what he was seeing: his best buddy kneeling in front of his dad, who was shoving his amazingly large cock down his throat. He saw his dad's hips swaying back and forth in control, his butt cheeks tensing and relaxing again and again. He didn't know what turned him on more now, Ben or his own father. He decided to find the whole situation horny as a whole.

Frank felt similarly: he saw his best friend's muscular, tattooed body in rhythmic motion, like he'd seen John do many times before. And he saw his son, kneeling in front of John, his stiff cock stretched skyward, sucking John's cock as if he'd never done anything else. He looked over at Jacob, who was visibly aroused watching the whole scene. Then Jacob looked at him, blinked, and stood up to join him. "Okay Mr. Carhil, ready for a second round?" he asked uninhibitedly, which almost made Frank explode. Frank looked him in the eye and with a downward glance wordlessly indicated what he wanted. Jacob didn't hesitate, now went on his knees in his turn, freed Frank from his pants and now began to greedily suck the cock that had just fucked him at noon today. Frank groaned, attracting the attention of John and Ben. John looked at his son as he took care of Frank's boner and had to pull his cock right out of Ben's mouth or he would have come instantly. Watching Jacob's lips slide up and down Frank's cock, always sucked tight, full and round.... Frank moaned and was obviously as aroused as John himself.

Ben stood up and now took a closer look at the scene himself. He suddenly saw his dad with completely different eyes: As he saw Jacob working Frank's cock with his practiced mouth, he realized that he was seeing his dad's cock for the first time. It was nicely shaped, big, and its balls hung down slightly, which turned Ben on a lot. Frank now began to take Jacob's head in one hand and push it toward his crotch. Jacob gagged and Frank moaned, but they both carefully worked their way forward inch by inch. Dad really was a hot man, Ben thought to himself, but then turned back to John.

Ben took John's cock in his hand and began to massage it gently. John moaned softly again and whispered in Ben's ear, "I want to fuck you, now!". Ben promptly turned around, sought out his chair to hold onto, and leaned over in front to give John a clear view. John didn't wait long to accept this invitation: he spit hard on Ben's hole and began to work it with his tongue. Ben groaned again and looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Frank and Jacob. Frank looked him straight in the eye, this was the first eye contact between father and son since this evening escalated like this. Ben looked his dad in the eye while John licked him himself and Jacob worked dad's cock with his mouth. It was a strange moment, neither of them looking away, which might have been expected. But apparently neither Frank wanted to miss any of what was going on between John and Ben, nor did Ben want to miss what his dad and his best buddy were up to. Frank was still looking into his son's eyes when John lined up behind Ben and began to push his cock into his son's young ass. Ben moaned louder, but continued to look his dad in the eye. Even as John pushed his cock in deeper and Ben felt it deep inside him, almost blackening with horniness.... even then he continued to look in the eyes of his dad. All at once Frank opened his mouth, started moaning repeatedly, he held Jacob's head very tightly, moaned louder, started twitching and moaning louder and more often - he was clearly about to cum, but Frank and Ben, father and son, kept eye contact. At that moment, Frank squirted like he'd probably never squirted before. His deep, sonorous voice resounded over the entire area as he poured into Jacob's mouth, who had a lot of trouble to absorb Frank's cum. Jacob now held nothing either: he jerked his cock as Frank poured his cum into Jacob's mouth, spurting out in a high arc over Frank's legs. Frank's orgasm continued, all the time looking at his son while dad's best friend was fucking his son. Egged on by Frank's moans, John now began to fuck harder, Ben feeling his cock bumping against his prostate deep inside him. Each thrust from John sent a wave of pleasure through his body. John shouted "I'm cumming!!! I'm cumming, fuck, I'm cumming!!!" and with a few powerful final thrusts he poured himself into Ben. These last thrusts also gave Ben what he needed: his cum spurted in several spurts across the chair.

Exhausted, all four dropped back into their chairs. After they had come up for air again, John, naked as he was, stood up, raised the beer can and announced "Here's to fucking among men". So the four of them stood naked and laughing in a circle and toasted again - and were eager to see what else this summer would bring.

John and Jacob

As John climbed into the truck with his son Jacob to head back home, the summer sun was slowly setting. The barbecue night really got a little out of hand, he thought to himself, but he also found it insanely exciting to have been involved in such an orgy. He hadn't experienced anything like it before, and it was hot. Jacob, too, was still mentally dwelling on the evening as he got into the truck. John started the truck and with a honk they said goodbye to Frank and Ben.

"Well that was a night to remember," John said to his son. "Have you ever experienced anything like it?"

"No, absolutely not," Jacob replied. "Well, I've done a few things with Ben, but this evening really tops them all!". Completely euphoric, the two began to recount details of the evening, literally talking themselves back into excitement and sharing their impressions in great detail: John described how Ben's hole twitched as he worked it with his tongue, and Jacob told how he had trouble keeping Frank's volley of cum in his mouth. "Did you see the way Frank and Ben looked at each other?" asked Jacob. "They were looking into each other's eyes the whole time, almost like they were hypnotized."

John wasn't sure about that, he was busy with Ben the whole time, but he had noticed very well that Ben turned his gaze towards Frank and Jacob. Only he had assumed he was targeting his best friend. "Oh, you don't think Ben was watching you?" his father countered. "No, Dad, I'm pretty sure Ben was watching Frank. Every attempt I made to make eye contact with him was completely unsuccessful," Jacob laughed. "The two of them were totally fixated on each other."

They were both silent for a moment, then John commented, "Do you think they're getting it on now?". 

"Honestly, I'd love to be a fly on the wall. They're really hot on their own, but imagine them on top of each other, under each other, inside each other..." grinned Jacob. Jacob's cock started twitching again at the thought of Frank having sex with his best buddy. John grinned as well, looking over at Jacob, looking like he was mulling something over. "You're getting pretty dirty, aren't you?" remarked John appreciatively, making an effort to look back down the road. He liked the free, open way his son talked and thought about sex. "I seem to take after you on that one," Jacob replied a bit teasingly, tapping John's thigh with his index finger. "Hmm... yeah, that could be," the latter said, pushing his thighs apart a bit. Apparently it was coming back to life in his denim pants as well, and he made an effort to unobtrusively make a little room for what was growing.

The conversation had now made both of them horny again and boners were clearly showing in both of their pants. John and Jacob exchanged grinning glances, looked at each other's crotches, exchanged glances again - both were aware that the other was horny again. John took his one hand off the steering wheel and massaged his hard cock inside his jeans. Jacob next to him watched this and then in turn reached into his gym shorts. "Unzip him!" said John. Jacob didn't hesitate and pulled his shorts all the way down to his ankles, leaned back and massaged his boner with a cheeky grin, his eyes fixed on his father. "Boy, you sure have a nice cock!" said John genuinely impressed. "Well let's see it," Jacob said, now reaching over to John's crotch to undo his belt and pants and pull out his dad's cock. As John drove, his son now began to massage his boner. "Man dad, what a piece! I think your cock is really hot too!", Jacob let out and he leaned over to take his dad's boner in his mouth. He guided it right up to the stop in his throat and John groaned and had to laugh softly, he was surprised. "Boy, you really got this," he said, pushing Jacob's head up and down with his hand in rhythmic motions. Jacob gurgled and moaned, dad's cock still smelling of Ben and cum, which only made him hornier. He had to think again of the sight of his father standing like that in front of Ben, tensing and relaxing his butt cheeks. Already thinking he was going to cum right away, he stopped jerking his cock so he could concentrate fully on John's boner.

"Wait a minute," John said as they pulled into Mayview. "The people here are relaxed, but that might be overdoing it," he winked at Jacob. John hid his boner a bit under his shirt and Jacob pulled his pants back up, but not without pressing his pants to his boner again and again with his hand, where John kept looking and almost went crazy at the idea of his boy sitting there next to him with a boner between his legs.

John pulled up in front of the house where he lived with Jacob and had the automatic garage door raised. In the car, the tension was rising, Jacob and John were finally going to get on with it. The gate slowly went up, Jacob nervously sliding back and forth in his seat, John watching the neighborhood. Both kept fiddling unobtrusively with their own boners - it wasn't quite dark yet and a random neighbor passing by might see too much. John and Jacob kept grinning at each other, but didn't lose a word. It was completely out of character for both of them, but they were just too horny to say anything meaningful. They didn't want to talk, they wanted sex. John was now backing up into the garage driveway, when he turned around to the back his shirt slipped off his boner and showed the good stuff in all its glory. Jacob would have liked to be right there with his mouth again, but held back. John laughed and just continued on into the garage. When he reached the parking position, he lowered the garage door again. Agonizingly slowly, the door moved down, centimeter by centimeter. Even as it was closing - it had just continued down so that all that could have been seen from the outside were John's legs - John suddenly got out of the car, held his open pants, walked around front to the passenger side, opened the door, turned his son toward the open door, pulled down Jacobs pants, and began sucking his boy's hard cock. The latter held a hand over his own mouth to keep from moaning out loud. With an irrepressible horniness John worked Jacob's cock, taking it deep inside him, playing with his tongue on the glans and the shaft. His jeans pants now slid down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, now standing wide-legged in front of Jacob. His hard cock stretched upward and Jacob didn't wait a moment to finally be able to suck that delicious cock again. John was now moaning uninhibitedly: his son's lips enclosed the shaft of his cock firmly but tenderly. With his throat and tongue, Jacob skillfully massaged his father's cock as he inserted it deeper and deeper. Jacob now began to rub his own hole with his spit and Dad's pre-juice. He wanted to get fucked again today.

When John noticed this, he said again "boy, are you dirty". He turned Jacob in the passenger seat so that he was now sticking his ass out of the car. Jacob had already done a great job, his hole was already well prepared. John played around with his tongue a bit more, spit on his cock and inserted only his glans at first. Jacob whimpered, "Come on dad, just get it in there". John pushed his entire privates into his son's ass and with that violent first thrust they both moaned loudly. John held onto the roof of the truck with his hands and started thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Sweat poured down both their bodies. Jacob moaned, "I'm cumming, Dad! I'm cumming!" but John replied "No, not like that!" interrupting his thrusts and saying "Come on!" to Jacob. Jacob groaned with a smile "Oh man, no, don't stop," but he was also excited to see what John was up to now. The two of them, pants off and hard cocks bobbing, walked into the house, up the stairs to John's bedroom. As soon as they got here, John grabbed his son and threw him on his bed. "This is where I want to take you," he laughed, positioning Jacob on his back. He took Jacob's feet in both hands and held them up so that Jacob's rosette was fully exposed to him. John himself stood in front of the bed, now kneeling on the edge of the mattress, and began to reinsert his cock. Jacob grinned and moaned, always alternating between his mischievous grin and a mouth agape with horniness. Seeing him like this made John really horny and he started fucking his son. He put Jacob's feet on his shoulders, supported himself with his hands on the mattress and bent low over Jacob. Their faces were getting very close now, but Jacob couldn't hold it any longer: he grabbed his dad's head with both hands, pulled him close to his face, and the two of them started directly pressing their lips together, licking each other, playing with their tongues. John's thrusts became more violent and faster, he looked his son in the eyes and said "Let's cum now, together!"... with looks and words they coordinated: now? No, a little more! But now... yes now, now... ohhh.... John's violent thrusts clearly signaled that he had come, and Jacob squirted heavily for a third time that day. His cum spread everywhere between John's and Jacob's torsos, where it acted like a lubricant. 

John got off his son and began licking the cum off Jacob's torso. "Hmmm...yummy," he commented, at which point they both started laughing and John dropped down into bed next to Jacob. It was now dark and they both instantly fell asleep.

Frank and Ben

When Ben woke up the next morning, his head was throbbing. It might have been a few too many beers last night. Oh yeah... oh man... last night. Man, yes last night was special. At the first moment Ben didn't really know if all that really happened or if he just dreamed it. Or did he have any lapses in his drunkenness? No, they didn't drink that much, he and Jacob... and John and his dad.

So from that comforting "you got fucked" feeling that announced itself from his butt, he realized: no, John had really fucked him yesterday, this was definitely not a dream. John had actually fucked him, in front of his best buddy Jacob, John's son, and in front of his own father, Frank. The crazy thing was: Frank's gaze, practically glued to Ben, the whole time, was driving Ben completely crazy. He had never experienced anything as awesome as being fucked by John and being watched by his dad. Yes not only being watched: the eye contact between Ben and his dad didn't break the whole time. Even when dad came in Jacob's mouth, the eye contact held. Ben looked directly into his dad's eyes when he came and as the thought of it made Ben's cock get hard again right away.

It was a strange situation now. Frank and his best buddy had come out to their sons, so to speak. Though they all didn't want to call it coming out, they weren't gay or anything. But last night an old secret was revealed: just as Frank had been doing it for years with his best buddy John, their sons Ben and Jacob, who are also close friends, were also doing it with each other. They all have or had wives or girlfriends, but sex between men had a quality on its own for them. And that quality had been reinvented all over again yesterday when the two old men each fucked the other's son. And now? Ben's thoughts were circling. The situation was strange, no question, but it was also really hot.... erotic... he was tingling all over and he was curious what would happen next.

He decided to get up and take a shower. In dad's room of the trailer, he heard his old man still snoring, the door was ajar. He peeked through the open door and saw his dad sleeping on his stomach. He slept naked, the blanket stripped off, as it had been a hot Summer night. So Ben could catch a glimpse of his dad's whole body, at least from his back and butt. Sure, Ben had seen his dad Frank naked many times before, but after last night he looked at him differently.

His dad was a pretty massive, masculine guy. Not fat, but everything about him was big and heavy. He definitely had a bit of a belly, but due to the overall strong statue with the strong arms and legs, the belly fit Frank well. Frank worked in construction and the hard physical labor and after work beers shaped his body. The strong hair, the 70's porno mustache and the mostly rather deadpan, serious looking face rounded out the overall impression Frank made. Frank was a bit of the chavvy construction worker, but with his heart in the right place, you couldn't say otherwise.

Ben's eyes scanned his dad from top to bottom. He looked at the face with the closed eyes and the open mouth, followed the spine over the broad back down to the impressively large buttocks, over the strong thighs to the feet, up and down again and again. Ben's pants were now a tent again - and he was startled, because he realized: he found his dad hot and wanted to fuck him now.

He turned away, unsure what to do now with this realization. That's going too far, isn't it? Then his thoughts drifted again, he remembered his dad's view, directed at him, while John pushed his cock into Ben's ass. The pre-cum was seeping through Ben's pants and he had to squeeze and massage his cock a bit to relieve at least a little of the greatest pressure that was now increasing. Suddenly Frank opened the door to his room all the way, Ben had not noticed at all that the snoring had stopped and his father had woken up. "Dad!" Ben gasped in shock, but Frank pointed to his lips with his index finger, telling him not to say anything. Ben said nothing more, but looked down at Frank and saw his father standing in the doorway with a boner. His eyes widened, this was a sight that was unbelievable: his dad, masculine-chav, hairy and strong, standing in front of him in the bedroom doorway with a hard-on.

Ben grinned at his old man, who, as was familiar from him, showed no emotion in his face. Ben was used to that and so he was less unsettled than much more excited to see how far this would go now. He continued to unabashedly knead his cock, grinning at his dad as he did so. Frank took a step towards Ben, grabbed Ben's wrists with both of his hands and pressed them against the wall at Ben's head height. As he did so, his face came very close to Ben's and they both looked deeply into each other's eyes, just as they had done when Ben had been fucked by John. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Frank moved his hips forward until the tip of his cock lightly touched the tip of Ben's cock, which was pressing hard against his pants. From the tip of Ben's cock went a tingling, an inner shaking through the whole body, so that Ben groaned very softly and opened his mouth. The cheeky grin had given way to an expression of quite uninhibited horniness.

Ben turned his head away a little, wanting to avoid his father's gaze. This moment of almost unbridled lust had seemed a bit strange to him at first, but Frank turned his head in Ben's line of sight, his eyes always firmly in view and Ben's wrists pressed against the wall with a firm grip. Wordlessly Ben accepted this dominance of his father and looked him in these lustful eyes, which in Ben the thought sprouted "Dad, do what you want with me!

Then Frank pressed his cock even harder against Ben's. Ben moaned again, his mouth slightly open. Frank took advantage of this moment and let his tongue slide over Ben's open lips, Ben's eyes always firmly in view. Ben didn't hesitate and wrapped his lips around Frank's tongue, sucking lightly on his father's tongue and playing with it, then letting go again, and the tongue continued to stroke his lips.

Frank looked at his son and said: "Can you stand another round? Ben would have loved to cum on the spot, he was so turned on by it all. He grinned at his dad and said "Fuck me, dad". Frank didn't let him say that again and turned his son around so that he was facing the wall. He pulled down Ben's pants, knelt behind him and started licking him directly. Now the restraint was over: Frank licked Ben's hole quickly and intensively, spit in it a few times and spread the spit with his fingers in and around the hole. Ben willingly stretched his ass out to his dad and kept moaning the whole time, eliciting a low growl from Frank every now and then, a harsh moan and an "Oh man, boy!". Now Frank stood up, spit several times on his cock, rubbed it well and then let it slide right into his son's hole. Both moaned now, totally ecstatic and pretty horny Frank fucked away. It was now a wild rumble, Frank kept thrusting and Ben moaned when his dad thrust his cock into his hole. Frank grabbed Ben's neck with one hand and pulled him close to his face. As he continued to fuck, he whispered in his son's ear, panting, "Can you feel my cock? Hm???? Well??? Can you feel my cock?". Ben thought he was about to go completely nuts: should his dad be into dirty talk too???? "Fuck, Dad, I can feel your dick!" he shouted. Dad shut him up and asked again "Can you feel my cock? Yeah?" and Ben mumbled and moaned into Frank's hand. "I'm fucking you, son, I'm fucking you!" cried Frank, getting louder and louder - he was about to cum. His fucking was now getting more and more uncontrolled and Ben grabbed his cock to cum at the same time as Frank. He felt Frank make a few violent thrusts and he cum with his cock pulsing heavily inside him. That was enough to make him cum himself as well, splashing his juice against the wall of the hallway and almost screaming into Frank's hand, which was still covering his mouth. Completely out of breath, the two stood like that for another moment until Frank released his hand from Ben's mouth and pulled out his slowly drooping cock. He grabbed Ben's neck from behind, squeezed him a little and said "you horny sow!".