Sunday stroll
SUNDAY WALK
Part 1.
In the summer, all residents of Crimea, of course, would head to the sea on Sundays whenever possible. My father and I, however, went to the mountains. You rarely meet anyone in the places we favored. And no one disturbed us from relaxing exactly as we wanted.
I turned off the highway onto a dirt road, despite the prohibitory sign hanging there. Even the traffic police had forgotten why that sign was put up, and besides, this so-called road led nowhere. It simply ended in the middle of the forest, and going further was impossible: boulders and trees were everywhere. Father sat in silence, worried about our
Leskus, which easily overcame potholes and holes, only the sound of the engine revealing what kind of road it was getting.I stopped, put the car on the handbrake, and turned off the engine. We got out of the car and stretched our stiff backs and legs. I was in swimming trunks; I had taken off my shorts and T-shirt when we left the city. Looking around, we confirmed that no one had been here recently: there were no signs of tourists.
Taking off my trunks and throwing them into the car, I lit a cigarette. Father didn't smoke and didn't like it when I smoked in the car. I had to endure over two hours, and now I was happily inhaling the soft smoke.
"Are you going to undress here or go like that?" I asked my father.
"Probably here," he replied, "so I don't have to carry extra junk on me."
He struggled to take off his shorts, under which he wore no underwear, and his shirt. It was a struggle because my father is a real bear with a decent belly and decent male equipment. His body was covered in dark hair, and he liked it. He was even a member of the "Bears" society, and they met on Wednesdays in a sauna specially rented for these events.
He was nearly fifty, but in his soul, he felt at least thirty. Silver barbells with balls on the ends were threaded through his nipples, and a silver ring encircled all his mighty equipment, making his scrotum look quite impressive.
He also advised me to get nipple piercings, but I limited myself to just a small gold ring through my frenulum. Unlike him, I fought body hair with the persistence of a maniac: I regularly shaved my armpits, pubic area, and perineum and applied hair removal gel to my chest, legs, and butt.
I slung the backpack over my shoulders, and father took the bag with provisions. Setting the car alarm, we set off further. We needed to climb a hillock and then descend into a ravine. There, at the bottom of the ravine, a small stream flowed, from which you could drink cold mountain water and even wash if necessary. Nearby was a small clearing, overgrown with short grass, where we planned to relax.
About forty minutes later, we reached the destination of our journey. Father was panting and wiping sweat with a handkerchief. With his build, such hikes were difficult for him. He put down the bag and washed his face with water from the stream. I took a mat out of the backpack and spread it on the clearing. Taking a few cans of beer from the bag, I placed them in the stream to cool. Father adored beer, while I was indifferent to it. For company, I could drink a mug or two in a bar, but no more.
While father washed up, I lay down on the mat, exposing my body to the sun's rays. The sun doesn't last long here, so you have to take advantage of the opportunity.
Soon, father joined me, and I had to move over. Father, in a proprietary manner, placed his palm on my genitals and began fingering my testicles.
The thing is, besides our familial relationship, we were also in a romantic one. It happened somehow by itself over five years ago. Since childhood, father had dragged me to saunas where he gathered with friends, and I became accustomed to seeing naked male bodies. I began to notice that from time to time, a couple of men would leave the table and go to a separate rest room. After a while, they would return, and all those present would applaud them and joke about them, and the ones returning would have their dicks somehow sticking out. Several times, father went to that room with his friend.
Back then, I didn't understand anything, but over time, I began to grasp the situation and realized that my father was bisexual. Fortunately, the already existing internet laid everything out clearly.
I, of course, didn't tell my mother anything. And soon she divorced father, married a German, and moved to Germany. I stayed with father.
Father's friend, Uncle Kostya, lived with us from Friday evening until Monday. The fact that they often walked around the apartment naked didn't bother me. Moreover, I myself started walking naked, imitating them. And I liked this kind of male fellowship, in which I also had a place.
When I asked why Uncle Kostya slept in the same bed with father, father replied that, well, he was too lazy to make up the sofa for him, and the bed was quite wide.
Later, it dawned on me that they were lovers when I started to understand something about it. I was terribly interested in only one question: which one was the top and which was the bottom? Later, time put everything in its place – I understood that they were both versatile.
How I wanted to be in bed with them when they went to their bedroom, and imagining what was happening there, I would vigorously jerk my rock-hard cock...
From father's actions, I got aroused and started acting according to our script. I lay on him in a crisscross position, giving him the opportunity to orally caress me and lick my anus, while I started giving him a blowjob. Of course, his belly got in the way, but I had adapted to it long ago...
One Saturday, father left early on his own business. I woke up and played with my cock for a long time, not bringing it to a conclusion. I thought it would be better to do it in the bathroom, standing under the shower. I jumped out of bed and, pressing my shaft against my stomach, hurried to the bathroom. Already standing under the warm streams of water and jerking my cock, Uncle Kostya entered the bathroom. We have a combined bathroom, and we never locked the door with the latch.
"Oh, hi, Vadik," said Uncle Kostya, leaning over the toilet. "I thought you were still asleep." I also greeted him, but I was, as they say, not at ease, as if he had caught me committing a crime. Of course, he saw my hard-on, and I hastily removed my hand.
After emptying his bladder, he turned to me and asked:
"What, morning erection bothering you?" He sat on the edge of the bathtub. "Come here, I'll help you."
Embarrassed, I turned to face him and, covering my cock with my hands, came closer. He removed my hands, took my tip in his palm, ran it along the entire length of the shaft a few times, then took it in his mouth and started sucking it.
Oh, God! No one had ever sucked me before. How pleasant it was and, unfortunately, fleeting: I came very quickly, releasing my seed into Uncle Kostya's mouth. Apparently, from an excess of feelings, that an adult man was sucking me, I discharged so quickly.
"Well, did you like it?" I silently nodded. "Just don't tell your father. Agreed?" I nodded again, and Uncle Kostya left the bathroom.
So, Uncle Kostya and I had a shared secret.
Having reached the peak of mutual pleasure, I rolled off father and reached for the cigarettes. It's nice to drown out the taste of his sperm with aromatic smoke. Father asked me to bring him a can of beer. I also washed my still-unsoftened cock with water. Generally, mine can stay hard for a long time after ejaculation.
I decided to take a walk around the area. But first, I took out the bag with our sex toys from the backpack. Taking out a medium-sized anal plug and a tube of lubricating gel, I approached father and squatted down. He understood everything, lubricated my anus, and, applying gel to the plug, inserted it into me. Of course, I could have done it myself, but I know father likes it.
"Do you want anything inserted?" I asked him.
"Not yet," he replied. "I'll rest a bit. Just don't walk for too long."
After school, I entered an institute and, naturally, found a couple of guys among my classmates who gladly accepted me into their company. About three times a week, we gathered at one of their apartments and indulged in debauchery. True, it consisted only of mutual masturbation and light blowjobs. Going further in that direction was forbidden by an internal taboo.
Uncle Kostya, when father wasn't home, provided me with all possible help in pacifying my flesh. But it was the same blowjobs and masturbation, which no longer satisfied me. I wanted something more, namely – real sex. I asked him to influence father so that he would allow me to participate in their orgies. But Kostya categorically refused.
During this time, the boys and I had progressed somewhat in our erotic entertainment. We bought a dildo and now took turns inserting it into each other's anuses, simulating intercourse. And we got a kick out of it if we managed to come without touching the cock, but only thanks to the dildo massaging the prostate gland.
One day, I came out for breakfast, as always, naked. Father and Kostya were already sitting at the table.
"And why are you all shaved?" father asked, looking at me.
"Dad, I've been walking around like this for half a year, and you only just noticed," I replied. He didn't say anything, and Kostya added that it suited me better and I looked sexier.
"Stop corrupting the youth for me," father replied to Kostya. He and I exchanged glances. And what do you call it when two men live together, are in an apartment in their birthday suits, and I'm with them?
"Dad, at our institute, more than half of the guys shave their pubic area and perineum, it's the fashion now. I see it in the locker room and shower after workouts," I clarified the issue.
"Well, okay. If you like it, you like it. Sit down, eat," father grumbled.
One day, I came back from a walk and entered the apartment very quietly. Father and Kostya were sitting in the kitchen, drinking vodka and chasing it with beer. I listened to their conversation. Kostya was advising father to include me in their tandem, thus they would have a trio.
"I can see, Nikolai, how much the guy wants it. You just don't notice anything," said Kostya.
"Have you completely lost your mind, Kostya? Incest with my own son!" Father's voice took on threatening tones. "
Do you want to try my son's virgin ass yourself? Watch it, if I find out, I'll kill you," father threatened.
"If I wanted to, I would have tried it long ago," Kostya retorted in the heat of the moment. "Vadik asked me about it himself."
– Then he realized he had blurted out too much and fell silent.
Since then, father's relationship with Kostya became cooler. Kostya started visiting our house less often, even stopped spending the night. And over time, they completely broke off their relationship. And I never saw Kostya in our house again. I consoled myself with the hope that I wasn't the reason for their breakup, but that they had probably just gotten tired of each other.
And so one evening, I decided to take action. I appeared in his bedroom and, with embarrassment and stuttering, offered to replace Kostya. Father looked at me stunned and dumbfounded, apparently not understanding at first what I wanted from him. Then it dawned on him. I expected thunder and lightning or, at the very least, a moral dressing-down. But father understood he was faced with inevitability, sighed, and threw back half of the blanket, thereby inviting me into his bed.
So, father and I started cohabiting. Of course, the first time he entered me, it was hellishly painful, as his cock is about 19 centimeters long and 6 in diameter. But then my butt got used to it, and everything was wonderful. I didn't break off relations with my boys, and to put an end to our childish games, I was the first to offer my no-longer-virgin hole. The other two, having tried real male sex, were also forced to open their butts for me, which they never regretted afterwards.
BERLI.