Son's willy, daddy's bazooka, plus hired-hand's jizz

Johnny lived on a farm in Southern Ontario, Canada, and August 2019 meant the beginning of the tomato season. He would get up around 6:30, have breakfast with his dad, and both would head for the fields to fill as many baskets before the full sun blast. The crop was sometimes so generous that one could fill a basket between two plants. By 10:30, Johnny and his dad were already sweating like a pig; they had taken their shirt off and were using it to wipe their face. Johnny did not mind it; he was getting a tan while admiring his father’s hairy pecs and armpits.

At noon, they would go back to the house for a bowl of soup and two sandwiches each, plus a quick nap. Daddy would lie down on his back, his arms behind his head, and start snoring. This was the call Johnny was waiting for. He would cuddle comfortably against his father and bury his face in a hairy sweaty armpit. The virile odor just drove him crazy. He would approach his tongue to slowly lick the dark curly hair, discreetly moaning with pleasure. If his father woke up, Johnny would just say: “I think it’s time to go back to work, we need to pick at least 100 baskets each.”

Around 3:30, Johnny’s mother would bring a refreshing glass of lemonade that energized both her husband and her son. Before dinner, they would shower together; this was the highlight of the day for Johnny. He could see his dad’s hairy bush, his huge cock dangling on, and his massive ass bursting out. Even though he was tempted to do so, Johnny did not dare caress the virile offerings. He was scared that his dad would call him “a damn faggot” and punish him with a belt-spank.

To his utmost surprise, daddy hugged him and offered to wash his back… “if you do the same for me”. A win-win situation! Johnny rub vigorously his dad’s back, and dared go further down on the butt, and even in the crack.

“Great job, son, it feels good.”

“Can I do the same for your… willy, I mean your crotch?”

“You’ve been staring at it so eagerly, son, go ahead! In return, I’ll show you how to jerk off. Not a word to your mom, this is between guys, do you understand?”

“You can count on my discretion, daddy!”

Johnny had noticed that his father’s dick was different than his. “I’m not circumcised, son, but you are. Don’t worry, the pleasure is the same.” With that said, he put his hand in the dough, so to speak, and started caressing the small but vigorous joystick of his son. “You start at a slow pace and gradually increase the speed and the grip…” He did not have time to finish his sentence, Johnny was already exploding.

“I want to jerk you off, daddy. I might need two hands because your willy is so massive.”

“Willy is a word for kids, I have a dick, a cock, a pistol, o.k., a bazooka.

Johnny quickly found out that his dad’s instrument was more like a machine-gun when it came to shooting off. The jizz kept blurting out, thick and creamy. Johnny took his time to clean the exciting mess.

* * *

A young man from Québec had been hired to give a hand in the tomato season. Johnny enjoyed watching him bend down, showing a firm round butt in tight faded blue jeans. It drove him crazy. This young man was called Germain and had a motorcycle; every Sunday, he would offer to drive Johnny for a dip in Lake Sainte-Claire. Germain was a good swimmer, and he enjoyed to plunge between Johnny’s legs, triggering a sexy sensation. They would lie down in the sand and glance at each other’s bulging bathing suit.

When it was time to go back home, where Germain had a room above the garage, he said: “Always hang on tight to my waist… or to my thighs when I’m driving, you can even feel my muscle, Johnny boy!” There was no mistake, this was a direct invitation for man-to-man pleasure. As soon as Germain parked his motorcycle, Johnny told him that he would bring him a pitcher of lemonade. They sat on the bed, the only place for two, and quickly drank their glass. It didn’t cool them off, they felt hot and ready to explore every curve.

Johnny had no experience in ass play, but knew that guys can fuck each other. He let Germain take the lead, and though it was painful, he did not show any resistance. To his relief, the shove-in-shove-out gradually became exhilarating. Germain did not have condoms with him, so he blurted his jizz on Johnny’s hairless stomach. The boy tried to do the same, but came too quickly… inside Germain’s hungry ass. “I guess there is no risk, said the hired-hand, since it’s your first anal intercourse, but we’ll have to buy condoms if we want to have fun on a regular basis.”

* * *

Father and son always showered together, brush each other’s back, and jerked off feverously. Johnny did not dare ask his daddy to fuck him because the bazooka seemed much too big. He suggested that… maybe… he could… insert his dick in daddy’s massive ass.

“Was wondering when you would ask, son. Go ahead, but in return, you will have to let me eat your butt.”  

“What do you mean? You want to bite my ass?”

“Kiss, lick, slap, bite and, most of all, insert my tongue in your crack to tickle your hole and suck your anus. You can be sure that we will both moan with pleasure.”

Since Johnny’s ass was hairless and peachy, Daddy almost felt that he was having ass fun with his wife at a younger age. Being a macho man, he did not want to recognize homosexual desires, but did not mind rimming a boy’s ass. Go figure out!

Before the end of the Summer, Johnny, his dad and the hired-hand joined in a hot threesome. Johnny could fuck Germain with more expertise, daddy could shove his bazooka in his employee’s ass with frenzy, and the latter could enjoy being both top and bottom. Yes, the Summer of 2019 was a milestone in Johnny’s life, an incredible learning experience, a tremendous stepping stone to a full-fledged actualization of his sexual taste.