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Melting Pot - Chapter 14 by Rilobo1
Ok. I was stunned. A straight, blond, completely naked, Nordic father was spread out in next to me with his legs splayed wide open. Had there been some super-secret gay lotto that I had won? I forced my eyes back up to meet his, and asked him if he were sure about this. He just gave me that cock-eyed grin, and said "wenn schon, denn schon" (a German proverb: roughly, if you're going to do something, then do it thoroughly.) That's enough for me, so I asked him to please go to the bathroom and prepare himself His response? (I shouldn't have been surprised) "You told both of us to go upstairs and, and get ready for training, so we did." He wiggled himself down toward the hard, firm edge of the new IKEA sofa. I got down on my knees on the floor between his legs, took the towel he had also brought, raised his hips a little, and he helped me to cover the sofa cushion. For final clarification, I asked him what limits he wanted to set. Again, his answer was simple: do to me what you would do for Jonas.
I took in the whole scene. Indeed, he looked like a magnified vision of his son. His long, muscular legs had blonde hair only on his lower legs, his shapely feet were quite long. His ass had only a light dusting of blonde peach fuzz, between his cleft, well as his taint and scrotum was hairless, and his is cock was mostly flaccid -- and why shouldn't it be. He was straight, and had just dumped a massive load into his own son's ass. I was rock hard, as I hadn't cum yet, and, well straight married father's virgin ass staring up at me. I grabbed his cock in my fist, and pumped it up and down a few times. Leaning forward, I pulled his foreskin down under the corona, and put a vacuum seal around his cock head, sucking on it for a moment or two before putting the entire shaft into my mouth. I looked up at his face, and his eyes were focused like a laser beam on the scene below.
I remembered him telling me that he needed a visual to get going for Jonas, so I gave him a visual. With my eyes intently staring up into his face, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and began attacking it with my tongue, slipping it into his foreskin, and providing friction to his cockhead. Stripping the foreskin back again, I licked all around his rim of his helmet, and probed his piss slit with the tip of my tongue. It worked: his glans began swelling, and within a few heartbeats, his cock was hard, and throbbing at the rhythm of his heartbeat. I raised up off his cock and stopped his protest, telling him that I would normally make Jonas cum here, but since Juergen was an adult, cumming now would prevent him for knowing how to appreciate what was coming next. He accepted that reasoning.
To compensate, I put both my hands under his knees, pushed them back and apart, and dove down on that sweet, pink, virgin pussy, kissing and tonguing it with every fiber of my being. He moaned, and replaced my hand with his own, pulling his knees back even farther. I moved my own hands down to his ass, and used them to spread his cheeks out more, so that my tongue could begin digging even deeper. I looked up at his face again, to find him staring at me. He started talking dirty: "You like that pussy? Yeah? It's opening up for you." My mouth and tongue were so occupied that I could only hum "mmmm hmmm" in response.
Then, he changed things up: He altered his voice into a falsetto, told me that his name is Jonas, and asked me to please not tell his Papa that I was eating him and going to fuck him hard and deep and breed his virgin cunt (he used the German word "Jungfrauvotze". Wow! New vocabulary item: I'd never heard that one before) I raised up long enough to look at the pussy before me beginning to dilate, and to tell him that I promised not to tell his papa that his dirty little boy was about to be fucked by a neighbor man. OK. I like role playing, so why not? I lifted up and told him "I'm sorry Jonas. I can't fuck your virgin pussy, because I don't have any condoms," before diving back down and digging my tongue into an increasingly loose and sloppy anus. "Jonas" went further, raising his legs even higher, and said "Please Mister Rich, I don't care about condoms. I don't want any condoms. I need you to fuck me raw, and show me what it feels like. I need to know where my itch is, what it feels like, and what it feels like when it gets scratched properly. Mr. Rich, you know where my itch is, so I need to feel your hard cock fill and scratch my itch, and pound my boycunt, and cum inside me, so I can know how to explain everything to my Papa so he will be able to understand me." Wenn schon, den schon indeed. I love role playing but this was transcendent: the man really loved his son so much that he was willing to go all the way down this particular road, and learn how to better help his child through this.
I grabbed the lube, and squirted some out on the first two fingers of my right hand. I lifted up, placed my fingers at the edge of his anus, and said "OK Jonas. In order for me to help you, I have to get you opened up enough for my cock. I'm going to do this slowly with my fingers. It may feel uncomfortable, but I'm going to go slowly. Please let me know if anything is too painful, OK?" Juergen broke character for a bit and said "don't worry. I will." Before going back to his falsetto voice, saying "Do whatever you need Mister Rich, I'm ready." I pushed my index finger halfway into the little gape that my tongue had created, wiggling it around to gauge the tension of his anal ring; it was taut, but pliable. I pushed in a little deeper, making sure I was looking up into his face to detect any sign of distress. I also told him that if things felt too tight, he could press down with his muscles as if he were on the toilet to help with the entry, and to please let me know vocally what was going on, and to tell me when to stop, and when to continue. He said that it was all ok, and that I could go further.
I added the second finger and pushed in, twisting them to stretch the entire sphincter. He winced for just a few seconds, took a deep breath, and relaxed a bit, his legs coming back down just a bit. After a few more monents, I curled my fingers up toward his prostate, and began a quick flicker with both fingers. "Jonas'" eyes went wide -- as did his legs again, and his breathing became more rapid and shallow. "Jonas?" I asked him, "Is that where your itch is? I think I found it." Juergen dropped the role play, saying in his normal voice "Oh my God. That's incredible. I've never felt anything like that!" His penis was still rock hard, and drooling a constant stream of pre-cum from his enlarged, purple, half exposed cockhead. I stopped flickering, and held my fingers in place. Juergen's breaths slowed down and became deeper. I could also feel his sphincter relax bit by bit until I felt that he was ready for a third finger. I asked him if he was ready, and he nodded yes. When it was in, and joined the others in twisting around his sphincter, I visually checked in on Juergen -- his head was leaned back, and his face seemed to be at peace. I withdrew the fingers, and his head snapped forward, eyes questioning what was going on. I put all three fingers in at once, and then removed them, keeping up the entry and withdrawal, with the occasional flicker on the prostate, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.
As I had told Juergen earlier, when Juergen was ready, he would let me know what to do next, and when to do it. It was not long in coming either. "Jonas" made his reappearance, looking down at me, and saying "I'm ready Papa. Please fuck me Papa. I really really do feel the itch, and it's making me crazy. Please Papa. make the itch go away with your big Papa cock!" Is this something Jonas had really uttered? "Juergen" reappeared just afterward, and confirmed the request. He told me that he really could feel it, and was ready to understand how his son felt. I grabbed the lube, and slickened up my cock, and Juergen moved to hold each foot with the corresponding hand, bringing Juergens legs into the proper configuration and angle for a proper ass fucking. "Put it in me and fuck me just like I put it in and fucked Jonas earlier." Oh my God, I thought: I am about to fuck an entirely heterosexual, butt-virgin, married father. His cock was producing a lot of pre-cum, so I scooped it up and applied it to my own cock. I took a deep breath, and lined up my now even slicker cockhead, checking in visually with Juergen. He nodded his go-ahead, I told him to bear down, and then pushed forward all the way into him.
Juergen's eyes bugged out a bit, and he explosively exhaled with an "oof!" . For a microsecond, I considered pausing the fuck, but Juergen had been clear: fuck him like he fucked Jonas. I pulled back nearly out, and plunged in again, one second strokes: in with an audible "slap" on the "one", and out on the "Mississippi". I kept up this pace for a couple of minutes until Juergen seemed to have come to terms with his very recent deflowering. He had been looking up at me, until we both heard a noise to the rear and right of me. Without changing the rhythm of the fuck, we both looked in that direction, and saw Jonas's head disappear behind the wall. I looked down at Juergen with a "what do we do?" look -- and he took charge, telling me to continue, and calling his still naked son over to the couch. Jonas asked him "are you doing this for me Papa?", the answer? "yes son. I love you, and I'm learning how to take care of you. Please stay here and watch".
Juergen then asked me to take his ankles, and to let him feel what "scratching" feels like. I pushed forward, changing my angle of attack, and started giving short, quick thrusts into Juergen's prostate. I thought for a second that the man's head was about to explode! He started screaming and whimpering, and his eyes rolled back in his head: he wouldn't be able to take much more of this, so I changed to Jona's preference -- two long, and one short thrusts. This brought Juergen back down from the stratosphere. Looking over, I could see little Jonas' penis was again hard as a rock, pulsing with his heartbeat. His glans had pulled out past his foreskin, and he had droplets of fluid pooling in his little piss slit. I removed my right hand from my ankles, scooped up Jonas' pre-cum with my finger, and app;lied it to the interface of my cock and Juergen's ass. Returning my hand to his ankles, Juergen looked up at Jonas, and said "Kuss mich, mein Schatzi" (Kiss me my little treasure.)
This was all to much for me, and I started giving short strokes again, and sped things up. Jonas asked me if his Papa was about to come, and I nodded "yes". Jonas then shocked both of us: he climbed up on the sofa, straddled his father's hips facing me, I realigned Juergen's legs, to allow it, and Jonas lowered himself down on his father's obscenely engorged cockhead. Jonas said "help me! I don't want to waste my Papa's sperms!" so I grabbed him by the hips with both hands, and began physically masturbating the father with the son's ass. None of us lasted long afterward. I felt Juergen's internal spasms, and drove deep where I had my own spasms. I just let gravity do its thing, and Jonas fell down to completely engulf his father's cock, and began having his own orgasm just as the father began filling the son again with his second load of the day.
We disentangled, and went Juergen send Jonas to the bathroom to get some more towels. While he was gone, Juergen thanked me, saying that he was now beginning to understand why Jonas was the way he is. He also raised himself up, and gave me a nice kiss full on the lips. Jonas saw the kiss as he returned with the towels, and asked "Papa, bist du auch jetzt schwul?" (Papa, are you gay now too?) Juergen just laughed a little bit, and said that no, he's not gay now, but he learned how to enjoy being a little gay from time to time. I told Juergen that in order for the both of to be properly broken in, they really needed to spend some time with Atul, because he had the PERFECT cock to scratch both their itches. Juergen then grinned at me, and asked me to please set up that appointment! I told him that we could go and ask right now! It was getting to be close to the time that Atul had to go pick the bitch -- err, Rana up anyway, so even if Atul and Jason were still rutting, they needed to stop. Juergen got us both a Koelsch beer, and we enjoyed it as we all went to the bathroom and cleaned ourselves up a bit before getting dressed. Juergen also gave little Jonas a bit of his beer, and Jonas surreptitiously took a few sips of mine as well. I'm getting to like this little scamp greatly, and his Papa too.
Now fully dressed, it was 2:00 PM, and all three of us started the trek downstairs, where we met with the Ramirez family just returning from church and probably a long community lunch afterward as was usually the case. Alex ran up to me, and gave me a big hug. Carla and Felipe both thanked me for taking care of him the past two nights -- if they only knew how well I took care of him! Alex asked if Jason was around, and I told him he was probably inside (wink wink), so Alex also joined our invasion party as his parents started up the stairs. Juergen stopped them, thanked them, and told them that the tamales were the most delicious thing they had ever eaten, Carla just giggled with delight, and they went on their way. All four of us went into the apartment, and I whispered that they should wait a bit, and let me look in on Atul and Jason. I went to the guestroom, rapped lightly on the door, and asked if I might come in: I heard two voices, one high, and one low say "yes". I cracked the door, and stepped inside.
What I saw was a thing of beauty. Atul was standing there, slow dancing with Jason to silent music. He was holding Jason up against his chest, each of his strong hands clutching one of Jason's butt cheeks, Jason's arms wrapped around Atul's chest, and legs wrapped around Atuls's hips. Jason's head lay on Atul's right shoulder, with a wide, contented smile on his face. As the dancing couple slowly turned around, it was obvious that Atul's cock was firmly planted inside Jason, as Atul's strong arms ever so slowly raised and lowered Jason's body over it. Cue Alex to storm in on the scene. When he got in and saw what was going on, he just said "Woooahh"! jumped on the bed, and started taking his clothes off. I suppose I couldn't blame him: he was the only one in the apartment that had not had sex at least twice that day. As Alex approached total nudity, I told Atul that he should probably be getting ready to go get Rana. Atul just smiled and said that Rana had texted him to pick her up after 4:00 PM, and that he was going to enjoy the bonus extra time with his baby, who just cooed in delight.
I then told them that Juergen and Jonas were outside in the living room. Jason said that Atul had told him about everything, and that he was fine with helping them out. Alex just blurted out "were you teaching them how to fuck right? " I just looked at him, told him that there were probably better ways to express that, and that yes. They needed our help. Alex just said "Cool! They're both HOT! Bring them in here then!" Oh, that's my dear, sweet, little boywhore! Jason looked at me, and said yes, he wanted to help as well, and Atul just nodded his assent, and kept dancing with his little sweetheart in his arms. Alex, on the other hand, was just sitting on the bed, naked, and hard as a railroad spike. I stepped out into the living room and told Juergen and Jason that we should probably switch to English, and that there were three very naked people in the room who have invited them in. I started taking off my clothes -- again, and Papa and son quickly followed suit. In less than a minutes, three additional naked people entered the guest bedroom.
Subtle Alex (ahem) just shouted "wow! They look just like each other!" Our guests needed a minute to take stock of everything there was to see. First, they looked over the beautiful Indian man who had his cock impaled inside the small Asian boy, then eyes went over to the bed, where Alex was on his bed, legs spread, and hard as a nail, fingering his tiny hole. I told Atul that what both our new neighbors needed most was an experience with his very perfect tool. I told them I had not described it to them, but if he would be so kind as to show them, they would understand. Jason said that he'd had plenty of it today, and asked Atul to put him down, and show them. Atul began lifting Jason up, up, up, and up until the huge cockhead pulled out of Jason's hole with a "plop," and set Jason down. Jason then moved up onto the bed with Alex, and both of them cuddled together with little kisses. Both Meier males stood there with mouths agape at Atul's penis. I walked over to Atul, and pulled his foreskin back so that they could both appreciate the shape, size and angle of Atul's perfect cockhead. I then told them this is why they both needed some time with Atul, and they just both nodded in silent agreement.
The thing that surprised me the most is that Juergen said "I have to have that", went over to the bed, laid down on his back, lifted his legs, and then pleaded for Atul to fuck him. His son went over to his father's side, and sat next to him in the perfect posture to watch. I looked at Atul, and told them that both of them were stretched out perfectly for them, but might need some "medicine" to get through the first penetration by that monster. Juergen did question this "medicine", but I told him it was something called "poppers", and it was safe. Juergen surprised me again by saying "poppers? Cool. I haven't had any since leaving Germany. Anna and I used it all the time." Alex tossed the lube over to Juergen, and I ran to the kitchen to get a fresh bottle of poppers out of the freezer. On returning, Atul was already between Juergen's legs, properly lubed, lined up, and ready to go. I cracked open the new bottle, and handed it to Juergen, who immediate took three good huffs, before raising his legs wider. Atul pressed forward, and after a few tense moments, breached the straight man's ramparts for the second time in his life, and second time in a single day.
Atul went about his routine, and soon was pulling completely out of Juergen, and then ramming all the way down again, causing Juergen to yelp, moan, scream, and beg for more. All of us gathered around to watch the incredibly hot scene of Atul's bronze meat punch into Juergen's pink and alabaster hole, and the same hole refusing to let go of Atul's cockhead. Juergen didn't want to be selfish though, and soon asked Atul to pull out so that Atul could give attention to his son, noting with a smirk that if he had spent any more time on Atul's cock, he would have become 100% gay. On hearing this Jonas just laid down in a similar posture to his father. Alex grabbed the lube and greased Jonas up, while Jason took the poppers, and administered them to the boy, explaining what to do. Atul then set up shop between Jonas' legs until Jonas was ready. All eyes were on Jonas' face as Atul penetrated him. The child yelped, but took it like a soldier. Soon, he was grinding his ass back into Atul's pubic hair and balls before the organ was ripped from his rectum, and then plunged back inside, We were all watching along amazed that the little hole was taking that kind of a pounding. The child moaned and screamed, and pleaded for more, obviously enjoying what Atul's hook and knob was doing to his tiny little prostate!
Atul then pulled out and announced that all three adults should let the boys ride the merry go round. We let Atul direct the scene. He spread the beach towels ono the floor, and had all three boys lay on their backs, their heads together, in a kind of triangle. Atul got down between Jason's legs, I got down between Alex's legs, and Juergen got down between Jonas' legs. Atul grabbed his phone, and set a timer for 60 seconds. Every man mounted his boy, Atul started the timer, and the merry go round was off! The boys were all moaning and cooing when the timer went off. Then, all the men went to the boy on the right, penetrated, and started the timer again for the next round. This went on for at least 10 or 11 rounds, and Juergen verbally complemented each boy on how sexy he was, and how tight and good he felt as he pounded their little butts. Finally Atul couldn't stand it anymore, and started filling Alex's little bottom with his always copious load. Atul's grunts and Alex's moans provided the auditory stimulus for me to start cumming inside Jonas, and Juergen to follow, blowing his load inside Jason. We were all worn out, and just stayed in the boy we were conjoined to until the erections wilted, and we slipped out. Thank goodness Atul had the foresight to put down the beach blankets!
Finally, it was time for Atul to go fetch Rana, and Sunday Funday was over. We all cleaned up and dressed, and prepared to head our separate ways. Juergen looked like he needed a two day nap, but made sure he told Jonas that whenever he had the itch and Papa wasn't around, it was ok if Mister Rich or Mister Atul took care of him. Jonas grinned broadly, and gave Atul and I a big hug and a kiss. Atul headed out, and the Meier clan followed shortly thereafter, followed by Jason. Alex hung around for a few minutes to cuddle with me before he left as well. Finally alone, I made myself a mug of tea, and headed out to the veranda to enjoy the approaching sunset.
Atul's car pulled up just as I was finishing my mug of tea, and before the doors even opened, I heard Rana's shrill voice shouting at Atul, I didn't know what she was saying, but I did hear the word "vaikalyam" clearly at least twice. I nodded with a smile at Atul as he stepped toward the stairs, and while she was still yelling, I was ready. I had learned a phrase of my own in Telugu from google translate, and I shouted it out: "Dushta stri, noru muyandi" (Shut your mouth, you evil woman). She stopped in her tracks, and snapped her head to silently stare at me. I just stared back at her for two seconds, waved her off dismissively, and returned my attention to the rest of my tea, which was certainly more important than that fucking evil cunt bitch: she can just go to hell for treating my man that way. She stomped her foot, and looked at Atul, clearly demanding that he avenge her honor. I was proud that Atul just pointed upward toward their door, indicating that she needed to go home. She then blessedly started stomping back up the stairs with no further commentary. Atul looked at me, smiled softly, and mouthed the words "I love you". I do love that man, and I hope he sneaks out again and uses my key again tonight to sleep in my arms, if only for a little while.