My wife and I had been divorced since my son, Ian was ten years old. I wanted a housewife; she wanted to party using every recreational drug at her disposal. She wanted nothing to do with our son. Over the years, I realized I was gay and embraced my sexuality. However, Ian always came first. I never partied nor had a string of lovers come and go. When Ian turned into a bright handsome teenager, I did develop a fuck buddy relationship with Calvin Piers whom my son referred to as Uncle Cal.
I got a frantic call from Ian around 10am in the morning. "Dad, I have to talk to you. I'm at the cabin. I need your help!"
"Well, talk, son."
"No, Dad. I want you to come up to the cabin."
I let out a small laugh, "You want me to drive an hour just to ..."
"Dad, please come up. Uncle Cal too. I know he hates being alone in that house."
"Oh, I didn't know you knew he moved in."
"Yea, Uncle Cal told me."
"Dad, please come up."
"Okay. I'll be up there in an hour, hour and a half." I wondered what could possibly be wrong.
"Thanks, daddy I love you more than you know."
"I love you too."
Calvin came into living room, "Is Ian alright?"
"He says he needs to talk. He sounded desperate. Oh, and thanks, truly for telling him we're living together. Hey, are you busy this weekend, Calvin?"
"I would love to come with you, Tony. To be prudent I'll take my car and get a room at the Deer Lake motel." I thanked God for having Calvin in my life.
"I'll pay for it and give you gas money. Ian sounded so distraught."
Cal stood up. "You're not paying for me. I love Ian, you know that. Look, I'll pack us a small bag in case we do spend the night." I nodded.
Me and Calvin headed to Wisconsin each taking our own vehicle. We arrived at Deer Lake some 45 minutes later.
After getting a room. Calvin said he brought fresh clothes for tomorrow, our pills and dobb kits.
I headed out to Bridger Cabin. When I arrived, I knocked on the door. "It's me Ian!"
The door opened, "Where's Uncle Cal?"
"He's at Deer Lake getting us a room. We didn't know what was going on, son." I saw panic in his eyes. "What the hell is going on?" I asked him firmly. "Call Uncle Cal and have him come here now."
When Cavin arrived, my son sat us down."
"I'm gay."
"Son, you don't have to worry about that we're ..."
"Yes, I know you're both gay." Now I panicked even more thinking, Oh God not HIV!
I've known about you Dad, since I was 15 and jacked off to your collection of Honcho and Blue Boy Magazines.
"I was breathing heavy. Get to the point, son!!!" I was a bit too loud.
"You two have to teach me how to suck a cock. And how to get fucked. I have the biggest and most important date in just three days"
At the same time Calvin and I turned to each other with our mouths hanging open. And at the same time, we said together. "I need a cocktail!"
Ian looked at us looking so helplessly. "Okay," he said. Two Whiskey sevens coming up. He went into the kitchen.
"I'll teach how to suck cock," I said.
"You want me teach him how to get fucked? You're the bottom stud." Calvin was sweating.
"Yeah, but you got a bigger dick."
"You playing the race card?" Calvin smiled.
"Come on we all know Black men have bigger dicks." Tony smiled right back at him and then they kissed. "I love your big dick!!"
Ian returned with two BIG drinks on a tray. Both men grabbed a drink and took a big gulp.
"I've been dating Tyrese Washington for a month now. I love him. And I know we are getting to the point where we're going to ... do it. And we all know Black men have bigger dicks ...
Tony smiled at Calvin. "Told you so."
So, I thought if Uncle Cal can help me get used to getting fucked by a big one. And Dad, I've heard Uncle Cal screaming when he shoots his load after you've sucked him off. So, Dad if you can teach me your technique for sucking a big cock ...
"Ian go make us two more drinks please, the cocksucker and big dick dude need to chat."
"I love you both, you know that."
Ian left.
"Well, Tony, what do we do?"
"He came to us for help. Let's Help him, Calvin. Okay. here's a plan. I'm going to go fishing for three hours. Will that be enough time for you to do what think you should do?"
"I hope."
I picked up my fishing rod and walked to the Lake.
Switching the narrator to Calvin
I walked into the kitchen; Ian was washing dishes. I came up behind him and placed my hands on his ass. I massaged them. I kissed his neck and groped his crotch, rubbing the 18-year's hard cock. He was sporting a seven-inch dick, just like his father. I picked him up in my arms and carried him to the king size bed in the master bedroom. Gently I laid him down on the bed. I leaned in and stuck my thick tongue in his trembling mouth. We kissed for a good 15 minutes. I pulled his t-shirt off. His eyes never stopped looking at me. I kissed his crotch and slowly slid his sweatpants down exposing his cock bulge. His hard-on strained against the cotton of his tighty-whities.
I rolled him over on his belly. I ripped open the seat of his underwear and pressed my mouth against his tasty quivering butthole. He moaned. I saw lube on the nightstand, Astro-glide, my favorite. Carefully I pushed a good amount of lube deep into his 18-year-old boy's hole. He shivered. I push more lube deeper inside with two of my big fingers. He sighed and let a soft moan escape his lips. I removed his torn underwear and tossed them on the floor. I spread his legs apart revealing his hairless tiny anus dripping with some lube.
I took off my shirt, kicked off my pants and gingerly removed my gray jockey shorts bringing them to his face. He inhaled my scent. I spread more lube on my middle finger and drilled it deep inside his hole. Another moan louder now. I finger fucked him adding a second finger then a third. Getting an idea, I felt for my pants and removed a half-smoked joint. I lite it and brought it to his lips. "Take a big hit and try to keep it down." Minutes seemed like hours. I pulled him up putting him on all fours. I positioned myself with my fat cock resting on his ass crack slapping my big ole big dick on his crack ... then slapping his boy hole with it. It was just then that I saw Tony at the window watching. I saw only one hand, I assumed he was whacking off his hot, horny dick.
I placed my huge cock directly on Ian's sugar hole. Pushed my cockhead into the boy's pleasure zone and watched as it sunk into the small canyon of Ian's pulsating boy pussy leaving a trail of pre-cum behind.
Foreplay was over. My dick sunk more and more into his abyss while the boy's breathing became labored. His moaning increased. Before nailing the young lad completely like the hellion I am, I stuffed my used jockstrap into his mouth.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Tony wailing on his own wicked stick. I raised my hand motioning for him to come in. I began nailing Ian with deliberate pounding. This was X-rated banging. My huge cock just slammed into the kid. Finally, Tony inside. He came fast. He knew what to do. He stuffed his cock into his moaning son's mouth while I fucked his young hole. His Daddy now slamming his big cock into the boy's gullet. Deeper and deeper Ian gagged but soldiered on. The boy was a trouper he sucked his father's cock like a whore.
I could take it no more I came in what seemed like buckets of my man juice, it felt like a gallon of my sweet sperm blasting deep into the hot boy's hot ass while his father shot a quart of his own salty semen down his son's gaping mouth so much cum the boy choked on it. There was cum everywhere on the bed. The boy howled in pleasure. And then the grand finale Ian ejaculating on his father's face screaming in ecstasy as we both lapped up the boy's sweet semen.
The boy spoke.
"That was fucking fantastic. My holes are on fire. You're the best Dads in the whole world."
The Dad's spoke.
Calvin wiped a tear from Tony's eye. They both said, "I love you to each other."
