All characters in this story are eighteen years of age.
I'm Jack, 35, married to Nancy. We have kids. Just an average guy. About 5'10, not buff but not soft. I hit the gym and keep it all tight. I've got brown hair and brown eyes and, oh yeah, a 7 inch circumcised penis, thick, so I'm told. Nancy is tiny, barely five-foot around a hundred pounds, tiny tits, and a lovely round ass. She doesn't shave or trim, except during the summer.
We hang out a lot at Nancy's folks' house. James is a partner in an accounting firm, and they are quite well off. Dorthy— never Dot or anything else— is a bit formal. James is laid back and can be a funny guy. It's an odd match. Nancy got a lot more of dad, which is why I married her. Their house is big, airy and Dorthy had it professionally decorated. There are lots of rules about food, drinks, kids, etc. But they have a big in-ground pool with tons of expensive landscaping and a twelve-hundred square foot pool/guest house. Nice place. We practically live there in the summer.
It was last summer. The summer my family's lives 'evolved.'
Monday. I was going to work late. My hours vary. Nancy asked me to stop at her parent's house and get the kids swimsuits. They change in the guest house bathroom, Dorthy's rules, and had left their suits on the floor. Nancy knew her mother would have a fit, so I was tasked with sneaking in and getting them.
The pool house is on the far side of the pool—the huge yard beyond that. The pool house bathroom has an inside and outside entrance. I parked on the street and walked briskly around the house, hoping to avoid being caught. I didn't care if James saw me. He's cool. But Dorthy would interrogate, and I'd get an uninvited lesson in parenting.
As I got to the back of the house, the kid that mows the lawn was just finishing. He lives in the neighborhood. He's probably nineteen, goes to the community college. Tall skinny kid. A ton of shaggy blond hair and blue eyes. A beautiful young man. It was a hot day, and he was wearing running shorts and no tee shirt. As he got off the machine, I noticed he had cut grass all over him and a sheen of sweat. He was wearing white briefs, the waistband showing as he dismounted. James usually works from the pool house, and the kid was going to get paid. I waited for the kid to go in and start talking. Then I could sneak in for my errand while they were distracted.
I slipped into the bathroom from outside, leaving the lights off. The kid's suits were on the floor, next to the door into the house. I tiptoed over and picked them up. The door was open an inch or so. I froze and stared. James and the kid, Lance, I think his name was, were standing in the living room talking. No big deal. Except my father-in-law was wearing a light blue speedo, which he rarely does, and his erect cock was sticking out the top. James is tall and lean and has no body hair. Salt and pepper on top and a long cock, with a shiny uncut head, I learned. I knew I should leave. I didn't.
The two of them talked. James with his boner and the sweaty kid in his running shorts and white briefs showing, with the bulge of an erection that I had missed seeing. Lance moved closer, and my mouth gaped open as the kid put his hand on James' erection. The boy rubbed James' cock, pushing the speedo down until it was mid-thigh, then more till it fell to his ankles, and he stepped out.
"Thank you, Lance," James said. James' cock was long and thin with a head not much large than the shaft, shaved. This was not the first time for these two.
As Lance ran his hands over the older man's hairless cock and balls, gently caressing the head of his penis, James reached out and caressed the bulge in the kids' shorts. He gently gripped the bulge and used his fingers to fondle the teens' enclosed balls.
"That feels really good, Mr. Conners." The boy moaned.
My wife's father put his hands on the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down till they fell at Lance's feet. He stepped out. James dropped to his knees in front of the boy and rubbed his face against the sweat-soaked white cotton while the boy moaned, gently holding the older man's head.
I'm not gay. But in college, I was on a project with a guy who was gay and out. No big deal, he's a great guy. One night, in my room, he just asked me flat out if he could suck my cock. I was shocked at his direct approach. He said he liked me and thought I was good looking and wanted to do something for me. I was curious, always have been, but never did anything. I told him this can't get out. He laughed and said, 'if you knew who's cock had crossed these lips, you'd freak out.' He refused to even hint, which made me feel better as he undressed me. Me naked him dressed, he sucked my cock. No. He made love to my penis. I came so hard.
The next time we were alone, he asked again. I told him I wanted to try. We ended up naked and sucking each other off. Cum is funny tasting, but I kinda like it. We did that till we graduated. Never did anything with anybody else, and Nancy won't go near my cock. Her mother trained her that nobody puts their mouth where somebody pisses. My college BJ buddy lives in Australia now, so I can't call him, but it seems James found a solution.
My father-in-law put his lips against that fat bulge. His hands moving up, grasping the wide elastic waistband and pushing the sweaty briefs down. This revealed a hard young cock, a little bigger than mine, cut, with a big fat smooth head in a nest of blond pubic hair. I stifled a gasp, so beautiful. Lance stepped out of the briefs and kicked them away. James stood up and moved to the couch.
He sat at the edge and leaned back, spreading his legs. His erect penis jutting up from his hairless thighs.
Lance came over and dropped to his knees between his boss's legs.
"I like your cock, Mr. Conners."
"And I love yours, Lance. Suck me and make me cum so I can suck that hot young cock of yours."
Lance wasted no time getting his mouth on the older man's erect penis. My cock lurched as Lance's lips opened and touched James' cock, sliding over the head and covering the shaft. I remembered the feel of Gabe's mouth on my cock. I was so jealous of James right now. I slowly released my erection from my shorts and masturbated as I watched them.
"Oh Lance, you are so good. You're gonna make me cum."
Lance paused, "Cum in my mouth Mr. Conners, please."
It took about two minutes. He groaned, and I heard him, "Oh Lance, my boy. Here I cum." I watched as Jame's butt flexed and he held the boy's head. Lance visibly swallowing.
The boy released Jame's cock, and they both stood. Show over? No. Lance sat on the couch, and James got between the teenager's legs and greedily took his cock in his mouth. James liked sucking cock, no doubt about it. He grabbed the teen's penis at the base, slathered his mouth all over the big fat head before taking every inch into his mouth and bobbing up and down, working hard to get the kid to orgasm. He had a hand under Lance's ball sack, fondling and, I'm sure, playing with the kid's asshole. In a few minutes, Lance groaned, "cumming, Mr.Conners." James stayed right on it and took all the kid could give him. That's when I came all over the floor. I snuck out the door with the kid's suits.
Every day I masturbated to that scene. Remembering the warm wet mouth of my college BJ buddy and the hard but soft feel of his cock in my mouth, spasming, cumming all over my tongue. I tried to figure out how to see James and Lance again, but there was no way that didn't involve many risks. Fate, I thought, gave me an opportunity.
James and Dorthy were going on a trip. He told me he'd leave a stash of cash and would I go over Wednesday's at three and pay the kid that mows the lawn.
Wednesday was hot and humid. I took a half-day off. Nancy was working, and the kids were in school. I was at James' pool. I don't have the speedo body James does, but I wore an old pair of running shorts with nothing under them. Hoping. As I watched Lance mow in just his shorts and those damn white briefs sticking up, I swam some laps or just stood at the edge of the pool. The boy was truly beautiful.
My anxiety ramped up as I heard Lance disengage the blades and drive the big mower towards the back of the pool house. I got out of the pool and walked in to meet him. A coating of pool water still on my body. My cock fatter but not hard. It showed.
Lance was startled by my entrance. He stood, dripping sweat and covered in flecks of grass, his erect cock making a fat bulge in his shorts, the white band of his briefs showing all around the top. The air was full of his sweaty scent. He blushed, aware that his erection was obvious. I stepped up to him, just inside his comfort zone. He didn't back up. His eyes moved quickly up and down my body, stopping at the small bulge that my slightly excited cock made.
"Hi, Lance. I'm Jack, James' son-in-law. They're out of town, and he asked me to make sure you got paid."
Aware of how close I was, Lance seemed to relax, "Oh, cool."
I couldn't bring myself to just reach out and touch that fat cock.I needed to ease into it.
"You look wasted from the heat. Wanna swim?"
Lance was surprised, "Here? Mrs. Conners hates grass and sweat in her pool."
I turned and headed out the door, "Mrs. Conners is a cunt and out of town. Let's go swim."
