Hot and Sweet Surprises Between Father and Son - After the Bucket Ground Part 3

# Taking a friend's son to a wasteland # Account: 216957 - Between Father and Son - After the Bucket Ground The two previous stories above will immerse you in this story and better understand the facts narrated. Let 's get down to business . I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , I 'm sorry , you know what ? As I've described in previous texts, after fucking a delicious little face in a vacant lot and later discovering that this bastard was the son of my childhood friend, a companion in youthful adventures, whom I had not seen for so many years, we fucked again in my house and, returning to the barbecue in my sister's house, I had the impression that my friend, even drunk, had realized that something was rolling between me and his son. He embraced us and put a little stamp on my mouth and on the mouth of his son, and I was able to realize how that environment, to which I had returned after a long absence, was showing me another side of human relations. I was even feeling lighter, more surrendered to certain possibilities. Until recently I didn't see myself giving another man a little slap, but during that afternoon, I had already ferociously fucked my friend's son's ass and had oral sex on him so that he felt the same sensations that he was giving me. It also frightened me to see my friend with other eyes, much more liberal, by the way, since I was really enchanted by the beauty and the sweetness of the son, but I was also discovering the beauty and the sensuality of the father. At the exact moment he was giving me and Dan a stamp, my brother walked past us, and I could see a look of disapproval on his face, a look that ranged from surprise to reproach. Antonio didn't seem to like seeing us caressing each other. "Leave it alone. No one should shape their attitudes according to people who can't keep up with the times and are stuck in outdated positions. I will never stop giving affection to those I love just because someone can't handle their own emotions". Gerson said, still with his arms around our necks. I just watched and listened to that sentence, which seemed to say a lot more than it sounded. "I'm going there to talk some more with Attila". Dan said as he walked back to my nephew who was inside the house talking to my sister. My sister-in-law Ana, his mother, had already left, as always she did not socialize much. Beto, my younger nephew, was with some girls, on the side of the house. It was obvious the difference between the brothers: Attila was older, handsome, tall, delicate, behaved in a more restrained and affectionate way. Beto was shorter, more athletic, a body very shabby and masculine, for the young age he had. He also had a face of a scoundrel, of a conqueror, you could see how the girls drooled next to him. The typical gal of the periphery that the girls tear off their panties just by looking. Gerson accompanied his son to the kitchen area, intending to make some more drinks with the vodka I had just brought. I could tell he was altered by the drink, but nothing to cause concern. As soon as he returned with the glasses in his hand, I tried to probe that statement he made about my brother that still sounded strange and revealing to me. <unk> I saw that you made a glass for my brother too. Did he like the drink? <unk> I commented, trying to get into a subject that would get me to the point I wanted. <unk> Yes, he liked it, he's more single. When that witch he married is away he becomes more sociable. Sorry, she's his sister-in-law, but you know how unpleasant Ana is. <unk> He said trying to soften the sentence. <unk> Relax man! It's just the two of us here, I'm happy to meet you again and to know the news of the neighborhood and the staff, I've been away for a long time and I also know my sister-in-law well. <unk> I said with a smile. <unk> That's right, that ex-wife of yours took you away and you forgot about us, it's good that you're back. I think even the separation did you good, you're a much more interesting man than when you were a boy. <unk> He commented looking at me carefully. <unk> You've changed a lot too. You're handsome, be careful, the separation has also done you a lot of good. <unk> I returned the compliment. Yes, I have changed radically! My separation was very traumatic and changed me a lot, inside and out, one day I will tell you better. I see the world with different eyes, I am much more liberal and open than before. I became a better man. <unk> Soon another woman discovers this man who has transformed and takes you well. <unk> I played with him. <unk> I find it very difficult. I am another now, I want to live all the pleasures of life, without guilt and without compromise. I find it difficult for a woman to conquer me. <unk> He told me in a more serious tone. <unk> Maybe a man, then. <unk> I took a chance to see what his answer would be. <unk> A man would have more chances, but perhaps the best is really only the pleasure that one man can give to another. Why have only one if we can have several? <unk> He said with a smile and I was a bit unsure how to react to that revelation. It was the only thing I could talk about. "Did I scare you?" he asked, looking me straight in the eye, leaving me a little puzzled. I'm also a man of our time, or at least I'm trying to be. I'm sensing a change in you, too, that once tiny boy has become a handsome man, very interesting. <unk> Are you singing to me partner? I'm not a cheeky no. <unk> I said smiling, and hugged him by the waist. <unk> Those are the most interesting ones. <unk> He smiled back and gave me a hug. It was nice to feel the affection of that guy I knew so well when we were young. I felt supported by his side. A little while ago, you said that my brother Antonio did not know how to deal with emotions. What did you mean by that? After the most intimate chat, I went into the subject I wanted to address. Between you and me, I know I can trust you, but your brother doesn't have the morals he tries so hard to show. He married that annoying, older, controlling woman too young, but every now and then, in intimacy, you can see something lighter and even meaner in his behavior. I know he criticizes me, but he shouldn't. <unk> How so my friend? You can open with me, I'm not understanding right. What we talk dies here. <unk> I insisted, seeking more information. <unk> He says he doesn't trust me around his kids, but it's pure hypocrisy. I still play ball from time to time with the class, who are now all married and parents of children, some separated, and you know that in the locker room we hear and get to know a lot of things, man is much more gossipy than woman. <unk> And what have you ever heard or seen about my brother in those places? <unk> I asked, taking a sip of my drink. <unk> Do you know that your nephew Attila is gay? Everyone realizes this, but he pretends not to see, suppresses the moleque, even though he is already a boy on his way to college. The moleque is quite a jerk, he has already fucked some guys, including friends of his that he does not even suspect, or does not know. The moleque is now crazy to fuck with my son Dan, I don't know if they don't play anymore, but not long ago he was always hitting on me, crazy to give me a few touches, but I avoided a little, because of the friendship I have with the family, although it is very difficult to do so, since the moleque is a delight. <unk> He spoke and lowered his head as if he was ashamed of such a statement. <unk> I imagine, my nephew is really a very handsome guy, and this way of him makes him more sexy. <unk> I spoke trying to make him feel at ease. <unk> So, this I find strange, because I remember well once, some time ago, after a drink, he told me that if the son was going to give the ass to the macho, it was better to learn at home, than to be beaten and hurt by a brute on the street. I don't even think it's too much, I don't have that kind of prejudice, but this puritan posture that he makes me a little uncomfortable. <unk> I was surprised by this revelation, I didn't imagine my brother talking about blowing up his own son's little one, but, as the human being is unpredictable, I wanted to know more. Did he have something with his son, did he start the riot? <unk> That I can not say my friend, but I know that he is not as puritan as he tries to appear. Everyone knows that he and his wife do not get along well in bed, and that the marriage is pure facade, he even complains sometimes, when we are drinking after football. I have also seen some things in a more reserved dressing room. <unk> He piqued my curiosity with this phrase and I then asked: What kind of stuff, dear? <unk> There is our football partner, a guy from another neighborhood, who always comes to play with us. He is a handsome, young Negro, he must be in his thirties, I've seen the two of them fraternizing in the shower, one punching hand to the other, and rubbing the boots, your brother realized that I saw and then asked me a secret. I would never talk to another person, I'm telling you because you are my friend of life. <unk> Hearing that left me speechless and surprised, I never expected such an attitude from my brother, always so facetious. That's a bombshell news to me. <unk> And there's more, mate: he's already fucked some young reindeer who stay on the courts bad luck the older players, all behind the wheel. I myself have seen him blowing a little face inside a booth in a neighboring city, where we went to play. He's handsome and serious, which arouses the sex in these reindeer. For me it's all normal, but he criticizes me, which he also does. After hearing all this, I was surprised, and at the same time, not sure how to react to so much revelation. That barbecue was a marvel from the point of view of discovery and novelty. My sister called Gerson to make some soft drinks for the women and we went away, I went to interact with other people. It was after twenty o'clock, a lot of people had already left, my sister was in the kitchen setting things up with some neighbors and I went to the entrance of the house. As I walked through the front room, I saw the door open and Dan coming out. When he saw me he smiled and pulled out his shirt, trying to hide the stick that was visibly hard, making a volume in the bermuda. "Hey man, are you okay? You know where my dad is, it's time to go, otherwise he'll end up overdrinking". He said a little awkwardly. <unk> The last time I saw him he was there at the bottom of the yard, talking to some women. <unk> I answered, looking at that beautiful little face of his. He winked at me and went out towards the yard. I went into the room and saw my nephew Attila, lying on the edge of the bed, with his shirt raised, showing a thin and plastered belly, his shorts half down, showing a part of the coffin. I tried to understand what Gerson said about him being a little like. When I saw him enter and close the door he smiled at me and I realized that he was half wet, I think he had drunk something. <unk> Hey Uncle Romeo, I almost didn't talk to you, come here, give me a hug. <unk> He said pulling me, almost knocking me down on the bed, I hugged him and smelled alcohol in his mouth. Have you been drinking, little man? <unk> Just a little bit, I had a drink with Dan, but he doesn't say anything to my father, otherwise he gives me a lecture. <unk> He spoke passing his hand on my face, looking me in the eyes. <unk> Don't worry my dear, your father and your brother are gone too, but I don't want to see you exaggerating in drinking, you have to be classy and careful to drink. You are very young still. <unk> I said returning his affection and passing my hand on his face, spit in his face that he was fighting with Dan in there, I was even excited to imagine those two beautiful moleques, fucking. I felt my dick growing inside the bermuda. <unk> You're very nice uncle Romeo! It's a pity that I was away for so long, but now that you're back I want to know you better, to be closer to you. <unk> He said pulling me and giving a little coin in my mouth, a longer coin, almost a kiss. I didn't want to hold it back and I returned the coin. He hugged me tightly and I felt his body warm towards me, at that moment my cock was already quite hard, but I held myself so that he wouldn't notice. I got up from bed and realized that he was excited too, his cock made a big volume in the shorts he was wearing. <unk> I'm going to see if your aunt is in need of anything. In a little while I'll be leaving too. <unk> I spoke adjusting my shirt to hide my erection. He looked well in the direction of my cock and then looked at me with an expression of desire in his eyes. I'm going to sleep here tonight, this is my room when I'm here with Aunt Nadia. I've got to go, I want to get up early tomorrow to do some things around the house, just to see if your aunt needs anything. <unk> Then he gives me another hug. <unk> He pulled me, making me fall on him. At that moment I felt my hard cock, rubbing his hard cock and he forcing his body against mine, in a very sexualized hug. I said, trying to be as natural as possible. <unk> It's nice to feel you like that, very close to me. <unk> He said, giving me another little seal and rubbing his dick on mine again. I could feel the desire for that moleque. I decided to stop it, before it was too late. <unk> What are you doing Attila? <unk> I asked turning my face away and looking into his eyes, already preparing to get up. <unk> Feeling you, Uncle Romeo. <unk> He answered. <unk> You've felt enough, now let me go. <unk> I stood up firmly, held my stick up, and lowered my shirt. <unk> I want to feel more, uncle. <unk> He still spoke cunningly, but I opened the door and smiled at him. <unk> Another hour you sit. <unk> I closed the door, leaving him inside the room, took a deep breath and went to talk to my sister. After talking to her to see if she needed any help with things and hearing from her that everything was under control, I hugged her, thanked her for the barbecue. I was saying goodbye when Gerson and Dan approached me and told me that they were already going too. They said goodbye to my sister and we went out together, the three of us. It could be seen that Gerson was a little drunk, walked a little clumsy and always hugged his son. As we approached the alley that Dan had shown me earlier, I mentioned saying goodbye, but the two of them pulled me and invited me to go with them to their house, I decided to be polite and I went. As soon as we entered I saw the changes he had made in the house. Many renovations, they expanded the house well, which now had three bedrooms, two bathrooms and was much more comfortable and modern. They showed me everything, including Dan's room which was large and spacious, and it was the only one with a bathroom inside. <unk> I need a cold bath to get well, to cut this hangover. Who will help me? <unk> Gerson said, smiling and trying to take off his shirt. "I'll help you, Dad!" said Dan, winking at me and already helping his father undress. He was naturally naked in front of me, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. At that moment I saw the effects that good discipline can have on the body. His muscles were firm and well defined, thighs thick and muscular, a hard and rounded ass, he looked like a more mature version of his son, whom I knew very well. I was very well physically as well, but my friend's body was well carved in the discipline of physical activity. His soft and swinging dick between his legs was also a surprise, you could see that it was much larger than mine, although it was thinner, as I said earlier, I do not have a very large dick, but it is very thick. <unk> Let's go to the bathroom, man. - I spoke, smiling and looking at him. Dan also took off his shirt, leaving only bermuda and the three of us entered the main bathroom, which was next to Gerson's room, a large bathroom, very spacious and well organized box, with many beauty and hygiene products on display. When we entered Dan turned on the shower and the water fell, abundantly. Gerson then entered, following Dan's instructions not to slip and fall. <unk> Calm down son, I'm fine, I'm not that drunk, a shower and I'll be whole, you'll see. You're getting all wet, take off that bermuda and take a bath with me, so we'll both be whole again. <unk> Dan obeyed, pulled the bermuda off, and my eyes were tempted with one of the most beautiful scenes I've ever seen. Those two men, of different ages, each with their own specific beauty, naked, wet and smiling cheerfully. I stood at the door of the box, mouthing the scene and at the same time excited, feeling my volume gain. Gersonvin seemed to guess what was going on and moved into the box, talking between him and Dan's laughter: <unk> Don't just stand there, dummy! Come in here with us, the box is huge and fits the three of us. <unk> I felt my clothes wet, I was with the briefcase in my pocket and resisted a little, but the stamina spoke louder and I tore off my clothes, I threw in a corner of the bathroom and went into the box. I was greeted with a strong embrace of Gerson, which made my dick, already half a bomb, touched his, causing a shiver throughout my body. Gerson said that, pulled Dan out, and the three of us hugged each other under the waterfall, and you could feel the sexual atmosphere that that scene was creating in our bodies. After we let the cold water fall on our heads, cooling everything down and relieving the dizziness that the drink causes, Dan, at his father's request, increased the temperature of the shower, leaving the water slightly warm and relaxing. He passed the liquid soap to his father, who began to soap himself and I could notice his dick growing as foam formed in his genital area. I watched this happen, and I could see the excitement in Danilo's eyes. His little body was shivering and gripping the warm water as he watched his father soap himself. His little stick, too, was getting hard, while mine was already bursting, pointing forward. Dan approached his father and his hands, large and strong, were spreading the soap on his chest, belly, groin, and between the thighs of the toddler, who closed his eyes and seemed to delight in his father's touches. Gerson turned around and began to soap his back, starting from his shoulders and going down to those beautiful, fleshy buttocks that I had recently fucked passionately. As I reached his son's buttocks, I watched his hands slide between the bands, leaving everything bathed in an abundant foam. I saw his fingers spread the foam between the pulps of the moleque and it seemed that he was rubbing his son's forearms, who groaned softly and leaned against the wall in front, pinching his bundle to feel his father's touches. My friend looked at my wolf-like face peering at the prey and, in a gesture, made me stretch out my hands, poured more liquid soap into them, stepped back a little and I understood the message. I switched places with him and it was my turn to plunge my hands into Dan's buttocks, opening them and passing the soap on that hot reed, which creaked with the touch of my invading fingers. I turned my face to look at his father's expression, and at that moment, our eyes met, and he clasped his lips to mine in a warm, invasive kiss. My hands invaded my son's ass, my fingers explored his little hole, while his father's tongue explored my mouth in a warm and powerful kiss. He leaned his body against mine and began to pass soap on my back, sliding his big hands until they reached my buttocks. We formed a little train under that shower that released a cascade of warm, relaxing water. I felt my friend's hands spread soap on my buttocks, patting my ass, something no man had ever done before, and before I could say anything, Dan got his ass up and spread his legs in a clear request. I pointed my already compressed stick at that fleshy ass and I was pushing towards its soapy little hole. The cock slid softly in and Dan let out a deep sigh, almost a groan. He shoved his tail further and my stick disappeared all the way into that warm, cozy tunnel. I turned my face slightly and saw my friend's attentive gaze, watching my stick go in and out of his son's kitchen, as it stuck and rubbed itself a long, hard pause between my buttocks. I was so sensitive and so excited, I knew I'd have fun in minutes. I began to stock lightly, going in and out of that kitchen, as my dick slid very freely, enveloped in that sea of foam. The swinging motion made my joy touch the pause of my friend, who also slid between my bands, while his strong chest squeezed my thighs. We were all three in tune. I heard Dan's voice and I shook hard, coming in and coming out vigorously. I felt my friend's hand opening my bands and his dick being forced into my little insides, I wanted to protest, but I was interrupted by Dan's scream, which shook my body, and pinched the dick, pressing on the head of my dick. At that moment I felt a force penetrate me, tearing my folds, until then intact, and I enjoyed, screaming loudly, I don't know if from the pain of penetration or if from Dan's dick pressure on my dick. In an involuntary gesture, I pulled my ass away from that stick that was tearing me apart and I got Gerson's hot, full jets on my pulps, the milk pouring, hot, like volcanic lava on my ass. <unk> You tore me, you son of a bitch! <unk> I spoke with a trembling voice, dropping my body on Dan's back, who was leaning against the wall. <unk> You popped my son's ass, partner, nothing fairer than me popping yours. <unk> He spoke smiling, and soon we were all three finishing our relaxing bath. My ass was too hot, making me sure that I had no talent to be passive. We put on some robes and soon threw ourselves on Gerson's huge bed, the three of us tired, relaxed and a little drunk, and we quickly fell asleep. X-X-X-X-X-X-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y Vote and comment, criticize if you want. Give me some hugs! Account registered with the Bureau of Arts and protected by Act 9.610 of 1998 and may not be reproduced without the author's permission.