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Jak Rollins closed his eyes and tried to relax. He'd never been very successful sleeping in a strange bed, and this bed was not only not his own, it was in a motel room, a thousand miles away from home. Adding to his restlessness was the knowledge that the following day he'd be introduced to some of the other guys who worked for Mister Witter . . . and he'd start his job as an actor. "Take it easy, Soren," Levi Witter, one of the company's owners urged, before leaving the motel room, earlier in the evening. "You'll be fine. In fact, I tell you what. Let's start off your career with a photo shoot with the guys, rather than with a full fledged video. That way you'll have a chance to get comfortable with them as a group, and not be expected to perform. "I'll just photograph you all lounging around the pool, having a good time. If you'd like to kiss, or whatever, I won't complain, but I won't be expecting anything. It'll be totally unscripted. Does that work for you?" Jak took a shuddering breath, nodded, and laughed uneasily. "Yeah, I hope you're not changing your schedule n'stuff just to suit my bout of nerves, though." He paused, his eyes suddenly sparkling. "Kissing, you say?" He laughed, feeling much better. "Kissing. I can do that; no problem. "I'm going to have to get used to the new name, too. You say, from here on out, you'll never use my real one?" Mister Witter nodded. "You won't have any trouble." He shook Jak's hand, patted him on the back, and left the motel room, stepping into the wall of humidity. 'So . . .,' Jak thought, 'I'm going to be hanging out, naked, with the guys, and, soon, my picture is going to be available to anyone in the world who owns a computer.' The prospect was daunting. 'I don't have a clue how I'll respond the first time someone recognizes me . . . or how my relationship with Dad will change, once he's seen me having sex. 'He's already handled all the news I've been throwing at him way better than I could have expected. He was soooo cool, meeting Mister Witter, and, after a few minutes had put everyone at ease. "Relax, guys," he told the three men representing the website, gesturing for them to retake their seats. "Jak invited me along to meet you all, and, I must say, I was curious." He grinned. "I also wanted to personally convey my expectation that Jak will be treated well while he's working for you. He's a good man, and, needless to say, I love him more than I can express." Jak bowed his head, unaccustomed to hearing his father speak so candidly. 'Our relationship has . . . matured, since I was offered this job,' he thought. "He's pretty popular with the three of us, Mister Rollins," Dave Adams said, "and, I'm sure he'll be a hit with our subscribers, as well. We'll make sure he doesn't get into any trouble," he added, grinning at Jak's expression. 'I guess it wouldn't be good to blurt out that Jak is already my favorite of all the guys working for us,' Dave thought, 'and that's before I've even seen him with another guy. When Levi stumbled onto him, he stumbled onto a star . . . and, a great guy.' * * * Dave Adams pulled into the driveway of a low-slung house, which was surrounded by palms and flowering bushes. In the distance, visible through gaps in the trees, was the ocean, the first time Jak had ever seen it. 'Now's not the time to play tourist,' he told himself, cursing his shaking hands and dry mouth. "Will I do okay, Dave?" he asked. "Truthfully? I looked at almost all the vids on the website, and . . ." he shook his head. "I don't know. Next to all those guys, I'm feeling pretty mousy . . . and that's before I've even met them." Dave gave Jak an understanding grin. "You'll do fine. I've got to go along with the rules and call you Soren, but, whenever we're alone together, may I call you Jak? I don't do that with any of the other guys, but," he grinned, "for some reason, you're sort'a special to me." His grin turned into a smile, as he tried to ease Jak's tension. "I guess part of the reason I feel that way is because, the moment you left the hotel room, on the day we interviewed you, I jumped on the bed and managed to find a glob of sperm you missed." He ran his tongue over his lips. "Very tasty!" "No!" Jak paused. "You didn't! F'real?" He laughed, feeling his anxiety begin to drain away. "Hell, if I'd known you'd be interested in tasting it, you could have licked my hand!" Dave leaned his head against the head rest and groaned. "You shouldn't have said that, Mister! I've gotta go to work, and here I am with the boner-from-hell!" "Thanks, Dave . . . for making me feel better. You're a great guy." "As are you . . . Jak, as are you." Suddenly, he became business-like. "You'll only be meeting three guys today. Levi's most likely seeing what sort of chemistry develops before he decides who'll be your first partner. By the way, you shouldn't ask for a particular guy, unless Levi says it's okay. Since he's got three others in town, I imagine he plans on partnering you with one or more of them. He doesn't usually bring in more than four, unless he's got something big planned. Then there usually aren't more than six or eight. "Well, we'd better get out, or he's gonna think I made a pass at you. That's something which is absolutely forbidden. None of us are allowed to get involved, or to have sex, with you guys." As they approached the house, Dave gave Jak a quick hug. "That's for good luck. You'll do fine. Just try and be yourself. You're over-the-top handsome, you've got a wonderful . . . endowment, and you've got a great personality. Let it show." He grinned. "Both the personality and the endowment." He lowered his voice. "And . . . don't let Cody intimidate you. He hates the fact that he has a baby face, so he goes around scowling, thinking it makes him look tough. He hates the idea that, in secret, he loves being on the bottom. He thinks by bossing everyone around proves he's not a wimp. Don't let him." "Thanks for the heads-up, Dave. I'll do my best." Jak took a deep breath, nervously bouncing on the balls of his feet, as Dave swung the heavy door open, revealing, not a house, as Jak had expected, but a broad expanse of lawn, surrounded by vegetation, and, on either side, the wings of the house. The view of the ocean filled the entire far end of the yard. He looked up as a large dog bounded toward him, its tail madly wagging. "Whoa!" Dave called in surprise, while the dog jumped excitedly, as if being reunited with a long-gone master. "Hector never greets someone like this! Not even Levi!" Jak knelt on one knee, ruffled the dog's fur, and tried to keep from having his face licked. "Hey, Hector; my name's Soren," he said, introducing himself. "What a handsome boy you are!" he laughed, as the dog rolled onto his back, begging to have its belly scratched. Dave looked on in amazement, as Jak and the dog cemented their friendship. 'Well, all trace of the boy's anxiety are gone,' he thought, then softly snorted. 'Hell, the boy is seven years younger than me. I know just how he feels, though, since I was once in his place.' Dave thought back to his less-than-glorious introduction to some of the men he eventually worked with. 'I had nowhere near the potential of . . . Soren, though. We've contracted with him for three years; then, after that, who knows? I hope he'll decide to stay with us. His is a body-type which does not quickly go to seed.' "Would you look at that!" Levi laughed, as he approached, tearing Dave away from thoughts of his past. "Hector's found a new friend." "Hey, Soren," he said, in greeting. "See, even my dog recognizes you're a great guy. He doesn't behave like that for just anyone." He motioned for Jak to stay where he was, and dispensed with a good morning handshake. "You never mentioned you were good with animals." "I wouldn't know," Jak responded, looking up from where he knelt. "I've never had a pet. Hector's a good boy, though, aren't you?" he asked, as he buried his face in the thick fur, just as he heard the sound of nearby voices. He stroked Hector's head, one last time, then stood and turned to the approaching men, while the dog's tail beat a steady rhythm against his leg. Jak looked from the three smiling men, two of whom were clowning around, then back to Hector, who stood at his side, looking up at him, as if waiting for a signal. "Hey, guys," Jak smiled, deciding to break the ice, as the three men neared. "My name's Soren. Looks like I'm going to be working with you all." He extended a hand to the baby-faced man who was closest. The man was one of those persons who had a complexion and head of hair that many women would fight to have as their own. Jak was sure that, whoever he was, that both women and men had fought for his attention. He wasn't handsome, exactly. He verged on pretty, with his thick dark lashes, seemingly incongruous when seen next to that dark blond hair. The slight color of his cheeks made him appear to be blushing. His smile, as were his lips, and his nose was slightly upturned, causing him to appear open and guileless. A tight T-shirt stretched across his chest, clearly showing his firm nipples and flat stomach. Like everyone else, he was wearing loose shorts, which he wore low on his hips, exposing his light carmel tan, his navel, and an enticing bit of hair, leading downward to the prominent swell of his groin. As he gripped Jak's hand, a breeze teased his thick blond hair, sending it into his face and making him appear even younger. "Hi, Soren!" he said, in a light voice. "I'm Ron." He quickly shook Soren's hand, in a surprisingly strong grip, then pulled him close for a brief kiss. "Welcome," he concluded, stepping away, his cheeks colored an even deeper pink. When he turned and saw Soren's expression, he frowned. "Was I too forward?" he asked. "I figure if we're . . . y'know . . ." He glanced toward Levi and Dave, who were silently looking on. Soren laughed. "Forward? No! I was wondering why you didn't hang around long enough for me to taste your tongue!" "Uuuuu, I like you," Ron smiled, as he returned and enthusiastically mashed his mouth against Soren's, for an extended kiss. The moment his and Ron's lips touched, Soren forgot that he and Ron were not alone. He was captivated, not only by the sheer physicality of the kiss and embrace he received, but by the spicy scent which hung about the man who was pressing himself close. Soren rubbed his hands over the smooth, warm skin of Ron's lower back, as he held the man close. 'Damn,' he thought, as one hand briefly penetrated below the waistband of Ron's shorts, and discovered the absence of underwear. 'No wonder his dick is so visible. He's swinging free! Hell, who needs a bed? I wanna get this guy out of his clothes and bury my face between his butt cheeks.' In the background, the sound of a camera's shutter served only to stimulate him further. He wanted to do more than merely kiss this man. He wanted to possess him. He wanted others to watch as they made love. "Hey, Ron . . . leave-off," one of the men, this one with a lower voice, urged, as he squeezed Ron's shoulder. "I need to say hi, too, y'know." "Uh, oh yeah," Ron sheepishly grinned, as he and Soren separated. "I guess I was enjoying myself." He brushed a hand over his spit-wet mouth, and tugged at his shorts, adjusting his erection, as he smiled brightly. He squeezed Soren's shoulder, as if saying that he, too, felt an attraction, before he reluctantly stepped aside. The second man took his place. Unlike Ron's baby face and blond hair, this man had chiseled good looks, dark hair, sparkling eyes, and a crooked smile, which hinted at a keen sense of humor. "Hey, Soren, I'm Boyd, and I hate handshakes." He grinned, displaying perfect teeth, raised his dark brows in a silent request for permission, then drew Soren into an embrace and a kiss equal to Ron's. His strong fingers dug into Soren's buttocks in a silent promise of things to come. Where Ron smelled of an unidentifiable spice, Boyd smelled of soap and coffee. 'Damn!' Jak thought, 'There's no beating around the bush with these guys. All of us know what we're here for, and we want it. It's like we're a group of race horses, anxious to begin the race. All of us except one, that is,' he thought, noticing the remaining man . . . Cody, instantly recognizable from his many vid appearances. "Yeow!" Boyd shook his head, when they finally separated. "I've never had a kiss like that! M'knees have gone all rubbery!" he laughed, glancing toward Ron, who smiled his understanding. "I thought he was gonna swallow my friggin' tongue!" Boyd laughed, gesturing the third man forward. "Your turn to say 'hi'." 'What does that tone of voice mean?' Jak asked himself. 'Is this an indication of the result of Cody's behavior? Is Boyd acting like that because of Cody, or is Cody acting the way he apparently has, because of Boyd, and everyone else? Is this a chicken and the egg question? Which came first? 'Okay, Cody,' Jak thought. 'How're we gonna handle this? I don't intend to mock you, like Boyd just did, yet I don't think I can wait for you to introduce yourself, so . . . "You must be Cody," Soren said, as he stepped closer and extended a hand, taking the initiative. "I've watched your videos a bunch of times. It's great to finally meet you." He smiled, warmly. "The two of us have to sit down, sometime, over a cup of coffee, or something, and talk. I'd like to hear all about your experiences working with the other guys." In the background, someone made a slight choking sound, which was quickly stifled. "It's good to meet you, too, Soren," Cody said, in a wonderfully smooth voice, as he took Soren's hand in a firm handshake. Then, for whatever reason, his mood, and tone of voice, changed, and he grudgingly added, "Welcome." * * * "Jak! It's great to hear from you! How's everything going? Did you meet any of the guys yet?" Steve, Jak's father chuckled. "I guess I'd better let you do some of the talking, but . . . ," He paused. "Geez, I miss you! It's a good thing you're not around here, though. Your sister has been a hand full." Steve's voice carried a grin. "She told me she'd like to see me try to discipline her. I tried to sit down and have a serious conversation with her, but all she did was scream about how I was abusing her. You would have thought I was cutting off one of her arms with a butter knife, or something. Well . . . she's learning that it's not a good thing to dare me to require that she do what's right. I sold the car I had loaned her to use, and let her know, from here on out, I'll only be paying for the essentials." Steve Rollins sighed. "Enough of the women of this family. So . . . tell me everything. "You talk. I promise to be quiet." "Ohhh, Dad," Jak sighed, feeling unexpected emotions well up inside him. "I miss you, too. I never realized how much I enjoy our walks and talks. I don't know if I've ever told you that, not only are you my father, you're my best friend." "Um . . ." There was a long pause. When his father spoke, he answered in a voice rough with emotion. "Thank you, Jak. You have no idea how wonderful you've just made me feel." After another pause, he added, "Thank you." "Good emotions, Dad?" Jak asked, recalling his father urging him not to belittle his emotions. "The best, Jak, the best. Now, tell me everything." "Well . . . to start off, it's hotter than hell here, and humid! . . . Geez Louise. It's almost like being under water. Oh, and speaking of water, I was able to play in the ocean, with Mister Witter's dog, Hector, so that was lots'a fun. My hotel room is nice, though I miss my bed. The food's good. I'm sort'a homesick, and even though I'll be here only two weeks, I can't wait to get home and give you a hug." He hesitated. "What else do you want t'know? Have I left out anything? Did I mention how humid it is?" "Uuuu, my boy's become a smart ass! Have you left out anything . . . indeed! When am I going to see you on the Web? Have you met any of the guys? Have you made a vid yet? How'd it go? Jak," Steve hesitated, "I have to tell you . . . I've been looking forward to seeing you with someone." He laughed. "Maybe it's all my old-time playing around, or maybe it's that I'm not feeling too good about the women I'm hanging around with, or whatever, but . . ." he laughed, uneasily. "I guess I've become some sort of a pervert, or something. Every time I think about you, and what you're doing, I get envious . . . and, horny." "Geez, Dad. F'real?" "You're not grossed out by the idea of me jacking off, imagining you with some of those guys we saw on that site, are you?" "Hell, no! I think it's cool." Jak laughed. "Y'know, I was wondering how our relationship would change when you saw me having sex with another guy. I never figured you'd be turned on by the idea! I think it's way cool. After meeting some of the guys, I've found that I'm dying to jump into bed with one of 'em. "I haven't made a vid yet. That'll probably happen in the next couple days. Today, I was introduced to three of the guys - Ron, Boyd, and Cody. You can check them out when you visit the site next. They're all cool. Geez, Dad, they look nice when you see 'em on the Web. In person, they're outstanding! When all you're doing is seeing them on the computer, you don't feel their strength, or smell their individual scents, or taste . . . their . . . um, tongues." Jak laughed, uneasily. "I'm still feeling sort'a weird, talking to you without having to censor what I'm saying. That's one of the great things about how our relationship has changed. "We had a barbecue with Mister Witter, Dave, and Pete, where I sort'a got t'know the guys. I was in charge of making the burgers, since I knew how to start a barbecue. Imagine . . . me . . . making food . . . that someone's gonna have to eat! For the life of me, I don't know how I knew how to start the grill. I figured that pressing the green button, which said start, would be worth trying, and it worked. Voila! Just like that! I'm one step below a chef!" Jak's laughter joined his father's. "Well, no one complained about the result, but it's sort of difficult to ruin a steak. "Anyhow, after the barbecue, us guys sort'a horsed around as Levi, Dave, and Pete photographed us for a photo-spread. I'm really liking Dave. He seems to be looking out for me, giving me pointers n'stuff. I didn't know that, a few years ago, he was one of Levi's models. Maybe he helps out the other guys, too, but . . . I appreciate his help. When he picked me up at the hotel today, I was feeling pretty lost. I was worried about all sorts of things. He calmed me down. "Dave told me that, most likely, each of the four of us will be scheduled for two vids before we all head home, and another group of guys show up, so I won't be coming back for two or three weeks. I don't know who I'll be partnered with, but . . . since all the guys are lookers, I guess I'll manage . . . somehow," he added, in a voice of long suffering, before joining his father's laughter. "Levi's got this great pool, surrounded by palm trees n'all, so we got naked and swam n'stuff, then laid out in the sun. My butt's pink from getting too much sun. Ron made a big deal of spreading some sort'a sunscreen all over it. I told him I needed sunscreen other places than my butt, but he didn't seem to pay any attention. "Dad, is it bothering you, me telling you this stuff? 'Cause if it is . . ." "No! Don't stop! Jak, it's great to learn that you're happy, and, after visiting that site a few dozen times, and knowing you'll soon be on it, I'm vicariously living this whole thing through you, and am wishing something like this had been available when I was your age." "You'd have done what I'm doing?" "You're darn right, I would. Hell, I find myself wishing that someone had a site for late thirty-year-olds, and would ask me to work for them. I'd jump at the chance, even if it paid half of what you're getting." "Geez, I never would'a thought . . ." "So, go on. You were horsing around . . ." "Yeah, well," Jak cleared his throat. "We were laying around on these big lounge-things, kissing n'stuff. I feel sort'a bad for Cody, 'cause it seems like the guys don't want anything to do with him. He's a little standoffish, but other than that, he's alright. After laying around, we were in the pool throwing this big beach ball around." Jak laughed. "Turns out everyone's about as un-athletic as I am. We decided, after none of us could catch the ball, cause we were laughing so hard, that we'd stick to kissing and rolling around, skin-to-skin. Even though Cody doesn't seem to handle being in groups too well, he seemed to get into the spirit of things. I think he sees himself as the top dog around here, and, once he realized I don't have any ambition to take his place, he seemed to relax. "Oh, I also . . . saw a couple of the rooms you and I saw on the Web, when we were looking at those vids. It's hard to imagine that, soon, I'll be in there, with one of the guys. After today, though, I'm thinking it'll be easier than if I were thrown into a room with a complete stranger and told to have sex. I've never been good at the anonymous-thing. I at least like to have a name to put with the face." "So, you shake hands . . . or whatever . . . then you're ready for a roll in the hay?" "Yup! That's about it," Jak laughed. "You know what I mean. Back home, anybody I ever did anything with, I'd known for a while. I'm thinking that here, things are going to be put on the fast track. Y'know . . . shake hands, or . . . um . . . whatever . . . then head straight to the bedroom. No one's told me how these things are planned out. I mean, do they say, 'Today you'll be on top. Make sure you do plenty of . . . this or that, and never look at the camera?' I doubt they'll just say, 'Go at it, guys. Have fun.' "Oh, yeah. I'm having a tough time getting accustomed to the name they've given me." "Soren, you mean?" "Yeah. When somebody calls out that name, it takes a couple seconds before I realize they're talking to me. I'll get used to mine, in time. They understand what I'm going through, so the kidding is good natured." "So . . . you're being treated well? You're having a good time?" "Yeah, to both. Everyone couldn't be nicer, and today was a blast. I'd better go, though. Dave's coming by tomorrow morning to pick me up. I'll let you know how things go. "Dad," Jak hesitated. "I love you. Thanks for being so understanding about all this. I hate that it's causing you grief with Aubrey." * * * A week later, Steve got a text message. "Hey, Dad! Check the site for my debut. I'll be home next Tuesday. I hear it's icy cold, there. Brr. I'm thinking the heat here's not so bad. Also, gonna be staying with a friend. That'll keep me away from Aubrey. Love ya. XXX Jak/Soren." "Finally!" Steve mumbled, as he pushed himself away from his office desk. "I've had enough with the waiting." Outside his office window, it was white for as far as he could see, which wasn't far. The snow was blowing horizontally, creating white-out conditions. Even through the glass, he could hear the groan of the wind. 'I've had enough,' he decided, as, far below, he saw a car slide sideways on the ice-slick road. 'I'm heading home before things get any worse. I hope Rex has sense enough to stay at his friend's, instead of heading home. So, since the women of the house have decided to take the bitching and moaning elsewhere, it looks like I'll have the house to myself, so I can enjoy Jak's vid,' he grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Steve slipped on his coat and squeezed his cock, through his slacks. Since Jak had accepted the offer to star in gay vids, Steve had thought of practically nothing but how much he wanted to watch his son have sex with someone. 'What's going on with me?' he asked himself, wondering at the meaning of the three x's in Jak's message. 'Is he telling me he'd like to kiss me, or what, and . . . if that's the case, how do I feel about it? Hell, I know how I feel about it, but why am I, all of a sudden, feeling it?' Two hours later, after a harrowing drive home on ice-slick roads, through wind-driven snow, Steve stripped, and logged onto the website, already tingling with anticipation. 'Jak . . . naked . . . having sex, and I get to watch!' He ran a thumb over the tip of his erection, then licked off the sticky pre-cum. Steve'd always enjoyed the taste of his own sperm, so much so, that many times he masturbated, not to enjoy the sensations, but to taste the result. 'I wonder what Jak's sperm tastes like,' he thought, as he sank to his office chair. He leaned back, and spread his legs, resting the heel of one foot on the edge of his desk, while his erection lay throbbing against his belly. 'It's been years since I was this obsessed by another guy . . . not since college, in fact. Now, seeing Jak with another man is all I can think about.' "Ahhhh," he sighed, closing his eyes as he ran his fingertips up and down the underside of his erection. 'I've never thought of either of my sons as someone with whom to have sex. Why now? Is it because of all the grief I'm suffering at the hands of my daughter and wife, or is it something else?' He stroked himself with his left hand, while operating the computer trackpad with his right. "Aw, geez," he groaned, aloud, as the vid started. 'They put him with Cody! His first time, and it has to be with the guy Dave's gone to great lengths to warn him about.' Steve looked closer. 'A two-part video? I wonder what that means.' He grinned. 'They must have started Jak talking. 'Damn, but he looks great,' Steve thought. 'The Florida sun agrees with him.' He and Cody were sitting on the end of the bed, both dressed in a tight T-shirt and baggy shorts. Jak was sitting, barefooted and cross-legged on the bed, appearing totally at ease, while, at his side, Cody sat, wearing an uneasy smile. One might have thought it was Cody's first time in front of a camera, instead of Jak's. Steve smiled, as Jak made a comment which brought a laugh from the interviewer, and even drew a slight smile from Cody. 'You're a natural, buddy,' Steve thought to himself, as Jak scooted closer and ran a hand up and down Cody's back. 'It all seems so effortless,' Steve thought. 'He's not acting. He's genuinely having a good time.' Steve grinned, noticing the familiar mischievous glint in his son's eyes. 'He knows exactly how he's affecting Cody, though. Jak may claim he's not out to replace Cody, but that's not how it looks, and Cody knows it. Jak's telling him, "Don't try to mess with my mind. You're about to find out who's really the boss around here."' Steve'd been busy thinking about his son's behavior, and had missed whatever the interviewer said, signaling the two men to proceed. Cody slowly turned to Jak, looking very much like a virgin, facing his first sexual experience, afraid he'd make a mistake, or worse yet, be laughed at. Jak, on the other hand, appeared supremely confident. He looked into Cody's eyes and tenderly smiled, as he ran a hand up and down the dark-haired man's bare thigh, finally cupping his crotch. The camera zoomed closer and caught Jak gently squeezing, coaxing Cody's penis to a full erection. 'Yep,' Steve silently laughed. 'My boy has you exactly where he wants you . . . and you! You haven't realized yet that you've been broadsided!' Steve wanted to pump his fist in the air, and shout. "Go Jak!" Then, without warning, and in one fluid motion, surprising both the person behind the camera, and his partner, Jak pushed Cody onto his back, and rolled on top of him. The slight yelp of surprise was stifled as Jak mashed his mouth against Cody's, and began to slowly rock his hips, pushing their cocks together. Cody's arms stretched to the sides, his splayed fingers the only indication of his being surprised by Jak's unexpected move. Steve had to agree. All of the other vids he'd seen had the men beginning slowly, in what appeared to be highly choreographed movements . . . kiss for a few moments, then a little sucking. Lick one another's feet; then, perhaps a little rimming, followed by the main event. Jak had seen the same videos, and apparently had other ideas about how things would be done. 'I wonder what the site's owner's thinking right now.' When Steve returned his attention to the video, Jak was stripping off his T-shirt, as he knelt astride Cody's waist. Compared with his boyish partner, Jak looked like a he-man. The muscles of his back flexed, as he rocked back and forth, grinding his butt against Cody's groin. Cody appeared to be dazed, though his rapid breathing showed how much he was enjoying himself, as he let Jak strip off his T-shirt, and toss it aside. When Jak stretched out to resume his kiss, Cody wrapped his arms around Jak's shoulders and pulled him closer, as the camera moved in to see the two men's tongues doing battle with each other. 'Hot damn! Jak said he likes to kiss, but that isn't a kiss; he's attacking Cody's mouth, and Cody's loving it. I've never seen a more aggressive kiss!' Steve thought, once again wondering at the three x's at the end of Jak's text message, and imagined what Cody must be feeling. 'I am jealous,' Steve found himself thinking. When Steve returned his attention to the screen, Jak had rolled off Cody, and was standing at the foot of the bed, stripping off his shorts. "Oh yeah," Steve couldn't help but comment, as he saw his son's erection for the first time. "Beautiful," he murmured, beginning to slowly stimulate himself. Jak's cock was much like his own . . . thick and straight, with a prominent head. His scrotum hung loosely, and swayed with each of his movements. Cody had rid himself of his own shorts, and was now urging Jak to return for some more kissing. Jak had different ideas. "C'mon, handsome,' he said, in a low voice. "I'm wanting to lick some asshole." "Geez!" Steve groaned, turned on more than he would have imagined by his son's language, his aggressiveness, and his naked body. It took only a slight stretch of the imagination to envision himself in Cody's place. 'Is that what I really want?' Steve asked himself. 'To have sex with my son? Or, is it that I want to have sex with someone who isn't going to squeal if I show a little strength? You can do that with a guy. Treat a woman like that, and she'll complain!' The person behind the camera seemed to be as surprised as Cody, when Jak climbed onto the bed and pushed Cody's knees back to his shoulders, exposing his pink hole. 'This surely wasn't scripted,' Steve thought. 'Jak's actions are as much a surprise to the cameraman as they are to the man looking up at Jak with passion-filled eyes. As Jak spread Cody's butt cheeks and began tonguing his hole, a strand of Cody's pre-cum dangled from the tip of his penis, swinging with each movement, as it stretched toward his open mouth. Cody's artfully disarranged hair was now disheveled, as he rolled his head from side to side, groaning loudly, as Jak alternately licked his hole, then used his finger to firmly rub around its perimeter. The camera moved in for a close-up, and caught Jak's tongue penetrating the tight opening. A moment later, still with the camera remaining close, Jak slowly pushed one, then two, fingers into Cody, whose groan of pleasure was enough to make Steve squirm, and begin to play with his own hole. "Y'like that, handsome?" Jak asked, as he teased the hole, causing his partner to loudly groan. He worked the two fingers past the muscular ring, up to the second knuckle, then slid them in and out, using his saliva as a lube. "Y'want something bigger?" "Aw yessss," Steve hissed, playing with his own hole. "Yeah, Jak, give it to him. Lemme see you fuck the pretty-boy's hole." "Uh huh," Cody groaned, reaching out to both sides and grabbing the bedspread. "Fuck me," he begged, rocking back onto his shoulders, forcing more of Jak's fingers into his hole. The camera shifted to Jak. He wiped the back of a hand over his spit-wet lips, his blue eyes never leaving the man whose prostate he was stimulating. 'There's some sort of silent communication going on,' Steve grinned. 'Something like, "Get ready for the fuck of your life."' "Fuck, he's beautiful," Steve groaned, aloud. He imagined his son was sucking on him, the slipperiness coating his cock - Jak's spit, not his own juice. Jak lowered Cody's legs and wiped the head of his cock over the hole, leaving behind a glistening trail. "Do me, Soren," Cody begged, the camera catching a close-up view of his hole tightening and relaxing in a steady rhythm, begging to be penetrated. "Fuck me," he whimpered, as he writhed on the bed. Once again, the camera focused on Cody's muscular ass-ring, as Jak slowly pushed the spongy head of his erection into the moaning man. Cody's sphincter slowly opened to allow Jak's entry, then quickly tightened, capturing, first the head, then, as Jak eased himself in, his entire cock. "Holy shit!" Steve groaned, a moment before a slight noise caused him to look over his shoulder, in alarm. "Hey, Dad!" Steve's youngest son, Rex, began, then stopped, startled by the sight of his father, stripped naked, and masturbating, while watching a sex video on his computer screen. "You're home!" Steve yelped, his voice squeaking upward. "No kidding!" Rex said, and, never being one to mince words, continued. "And, you're beating your meat!" He closed, and locked, the office door, and began to strip, as he crossed the room, his eyes never leaving his father's. Steve watched his fourteen year-old son, a younger version of his older brother, toss his clothes aside, until he was standing nearby, his erection only inches from his father's shoulder. "Whoa!" Rex almost shouted, leaning closer to the computer screen and the continuing action featuring his older brother. "That's JAK! You're watching Jak fuck some dude!" Rex quickly dragged a chair around the desk to join his father. "This is way cool!" he grinned, as he scooted to the front edge of the chair seat, spread his legs, and turned to his father. "Y'got some lube in here?" Steve numbly handed his son the bottle, accepting it back once Rex had squirted a liberal amount onto the palm of his hand. "Damn," Rex murmured, to himself. "Would you look at him? He's pounding that guy's ass, but good. Fuck, this is hot!" he continued. After a few slow strokes, he turned to his father, as if seeing him for the first time. "Well . . . what are you looking at? We're both guys, wanting to shoot a load. Don't look at me like I just stepped off the most recent ship from Mars, or something. " He shifted his glance from his father to his own cock. "Hey, Dad . . . wanna stroke it for me?" "Um . . . no. It sounds like you're capable of doing your own . . . stroking . . ." He paused. "Rex! You just invited yourself into my office! You're acting as if you own the place, and, besides, you're naked!" "Yeah, so what? So are you! I wouldn't have invited myself in, if you had the frippin' door closed. Whenever I jack off, I close the door." "You're not supposed to be home," Steve stuttered. "It's snowing! I thought you'd stay over at your friend's, or something." "Geez, Dad," Rex grumbled. "Do you always gab so much when you're trying to shoot a load? It may work for you, but I sure as hell like to concentrate on something other than answering your dumb questions. Now, if you're not gonna jack me off, I'll do it, so be quiet and watch what's going on, on the screen, or," he chuckled, "if you want to watch something a little closer, you can watch me. I like an audience as much as Jak must." He frowned. "Why's that guy on the bottom keep calling Jak, Soren? Is that the name he's going by?" "Uh huh," Steve mumbled. Somehow watching Jak had taken a back seat to his naked son sitting nearby. The boy's eyes were glued to the computer screen, as he slowly stimulated himself with one hand, while teasing his balls and asshole with the other. 'He has hair on his chest! He's only fourteen, and he has hair on his friggin' chest. I don't have any on my chest,' Steve wanted to complain. 'And, his pubes!' Steve thought, in amazement. 'They're wonderful. And his cock! Damn, I bet it's nearly as big as his brother's, and not too far behind mine, and the boy's still growing!' "Y'like what you see?" Rex smirked, as he gripped his cock at its base, displaying it to his father. "I've never been fucked before," Rex murmured. "Y'think Jak'll fuck me whenever he comes home? You can watch." Rex's eyes sparkled. "Hell, you can fuck me, too, if it doesn't weird you out, or something." "Fuck you?" Steve asked, in a small voice, an image of himself pushing into his son coming unbidden to his imagination. "Save it for later, Dad," Rex grinned. "Right now, Jak's putting on a show. Let's both drop a load. Um . . ." he asked, mischievously, "Y'think you can hit the computer screen with your juice? I bet'cha I can. One thing, though; you'll never know, unless you stop staring at me with your mouth hanging open, and start working your dick. It has to be hard for you to shoot, y'know," he added. "Want me to get it hard for you?" Steve jumped, as his son grabbed his soft cock. "Um, no. I can do my own . . . but thanks. Maybe some other time, huh?" Rex nodded, returning his attention to the computer screen, wearing an enigmatic smile. "Fuuuuccckkk!" he hissed, talking to himself. "Jak's got a thick one. I don't think that guy could take anyone much larger. I wonder what Jak's thinking." "Not only a great cock, but a sexy butthole," Steve murmured, also to himself. Knowing that his youngest son was at his side, though, made the observation, and his language, take on an extra . . . sexiness. 'I wonder what Rex's hole looks like. I could ask him; I'm sure he'd show me. I can't! He's my friggin' son, and he's only fourteen . . . with hair on his chest! If he can have hair, why don't I?' "Y'ever seen him get fucked?" Rex murmured, never taking his eyes from the screen. "Jak, I mean." "No," Steve answered, leaving the thought of his youngest son's hole, for later contemplation. "Um," he cleared his throat. "No . . . this is his first vid." "First!" Rex turned to him. "Y'mean he's gonna do more? Is that why he's away? He's someplace fucking guys and putting the vids on the Web? Geez," Rex groaned. "That's so fuckin' hot! "That's the way, Dad," he murmured, as he watched his father. "Play with your butthole. Imagine Jak's fucking you, just like he is the guy on the screen." Steve threw his head back and groaned loudly. "Y'want him to slide up your asshole, don't you? Y'want him to shoot his load, deep into you, huh, Dad?" Steve licked his lips, and nodded, unable to speak. "After he finishes, I bet you'd like me to use my big brother's sperm as lube, while I fuck you and shoot my load into you. I've never fucked a guy," Rex continued. "You could be my first. How'd you like that?" "Aw fuuuck," Steve groaned, as he thrust his fingers into his hole, imagining they were his two sons, getting ready to unload into him. "C'mon, Dad," Rex urged, as he stood and moved closer to the computer screen. "Let's shoot our loads along with Jak." Steve opened his eyes and saw his son standing at the edge of the desk, slowly sliding his fist up and down the length of his erection. "C'mon, Dad," he urged. "Let's shoot together." He took a shuddering breath. "C'mon." Steve pushed himself out of his chair and stood at his youngest son's side, while his oldest son fucked a whimpering guy on the Web. 'Thousands of guys are probably watching him, right now. They're watching his butt cheeks part, so he can show us his hole, each time he prepares to thrust into Cody. They're watching that big dick of his stretch Cody's hole, and listening to the sound of their skin smacking against each other's' That thought, plus the sight and sounds of his youngest son, as he approached release, pushed Steve over the edge. A tremor coursed through his body, as he steadied himself by leaning against the edge of the desk. He squeezed the base of his erection, then slowly milked his hand toward the cock's head. Half-way up its length, a massive contraction gripped him, and he blasted a stream of sperm onto the computer screen, just as both Jak and his younger brother shouted, and shot their own juice, Rex's joining his father's "Aw fuck, that was great!" Rex mumbled, as a final shiver ran through his body. He turned to his father and smiled. "So, you're a shooter, too," he grinned. He quickly fell to his knees and engulfed his father's cock in his mouth, expertly licking away any remaining sperm. "Now, do me," he ordered, standing and thrusting his hips forward. "Rex . . ." Steve mumbled. "Do it, Dad. Y'know you wanna taste my stuff. No one's ever gonna know what we've done, not even Jak. Today is between you and me . . . no one else." Steve nodded once, and followed his son's example. He squatted, steadying himself by holding onto Rex's legs, then began sucking on the boy's beautiful cock. After a few moments, he knew he'd gone beyond merely licking off the sweet tasting sperm, and had begun sucking on the rapidly thickening cock, with the intention of having the fourteen year-old shoot directly into his mouth. 'It's been years since I've had a guy's dick in my mouth,' he thought, as he used his tongue to stimulate the underside of his son's cock. "Oh yeah, Dad," Rex murmured, encouragingly, as he thrust his hips forward. "Y'wanna taste your boy's juice, don't you?" he continued, somehow aware that his father was turned on by dirty talk, as much as he. "Y'gonna swallow it?" he asked, in a husky voice, as he spread his legs, inviting further exploration. "M'nuts, Dad," he murmured. "Play with m'nuts while you suck me." Steve felt his own cock thicken to a full erection, as he pulled his son closer. Then, after a loud grunt, Rex's cock thickened and pulsed in his mouth. The first jet of hot sperm hit him in the back of the throat, causing him to swallow, in reflex. The second and third, not as powerful as the first, coated his tongue. He didn't want to swallow. He wanted to savor the taste . . . the texture, the silkiness, and the warmth. He was about to protest as Rex pulled free, but was prevented when his son pushed him backward so he was laying flat on his back on the office carpet, his erection standing straight out from his groin. "Oh yeah," the young man smiled, as he knelt and eagerly sucked his father. The boy lacked technique, but he more than made up for it by his enthusiasm. 'Damn, but I wish I had a vid of this,' Steve thought. He moved Rex's sperm around in his mouth with his tongue, then swallowed, as his back arched, and he shot into his boy's mouth.
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