Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2021 20:59:57 +0200 From: john skehan Subject: Dads Sleepover Dads Sleepover Cajuncock IF you got this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction, the sole property of the author. If you enjoyed the stories on this site, please donate to keep it going. Comments: cajunboi868@gmail Being a single dad with a teenaged son has it's advantage. One of the best is hosting my teen son's sleepovers. Brad has lots of friends his age, 14. I've met some of their fathers and were impressed. One weekend their wives wanted to hit the shows in Atlantic City. So four of us dad's offered our sons the chance for a guys weekend sleepover. My house was the largest so I offered to host if the other dads would help. We talked and planned a lot knowing that 14 and 15 year old boys are pretty smart. Little did we know that they too were planning. It seems that teens with raging hormones can get into a lot of trouble. So Friday after work the wives took off on a party bus for AC. The dads brought the boys over with their sleeping bags. Two of the dad had volunteered to stay over to help supervise. Carl and Jim knew me well, actually we'd been into some pretty nasty stuff on our weekend fishing trips. Luckily, there was a fresh fish stand by the lake so we had fish to bring home. I don't recall ever getting near the water or wearing cloths all of that weekend. So after pizza and BBQ we settled in for games and dvds. By midnight most of the teens were ready to call it a night. In the rec room they laid out sleeping bags and settled in with comic books. The dads and I were in the dining room playing poker, strip poker as the night wore on. We'd check on the boys once or twice. Carl asked about our sleeping arrangements. Our guest bedroom had a queen sized bed so we drew straws to see who took the sofa bed in the living room. Both dads were what the wives called "studs". Carl, 36 and with a gym toned body drew the short straw and got the sofa. Jim and I took the guest room. I'd decided that my parental bedroom was off limits in case the boys had planned any gags. As we were getting ready for bed I told Jim I slept in the nude. He laughed saying he did too. I got under the covers while Jim was in the bathroom. He came back and turned the light out before getting in next to me. We tossed and turned for a while before he said "I can't get to sleep. I'm so horny laying here next to a nude man-you." I said "Do you remember how we got to sleep on the last fishing trip?" He snuggled up next to my back with his hard cock nestled in my butt crack. I laughed saying "not tonight dear, I have a headache." He reached around and found my hard cock whispering "I know how to take your mind off of that headache." I said "Jim, you devil, the stuffs in the drawer." Jim pulled away and reached in to retrieve the lube, a towel, and a new bottle of poppers. In no time flat e had lubed my ass hole, his cock and opened the bottle. The race was on. I had to remind him that Carl was in the living room sleeping. He slowly eased in, I said, "Remember in high school they called you donkey dick? Your poor wife having to deal with that thing. OH,OH I think it's in now. Don't you dare pull out!?" He whispered, "I have no plans on pulling out. You're going to get all those babies she didn't want. That's why we only have one kid." He very slowly began to pump in and out. He held his hand over my mouth to muzzle my screams of pain and pleasure. I heard the bedroom door creak open. Carl stood there smiling and said "I knew it! Jim's donkey dick is back at work." Jim said "Be quiet you whore or I won't give you any." Carl said, ?My son said your boy takes after his father in that department. I wondered how he knew?" Jim whispered, "OK, your precious little boy likes cock like his dad." All the while they talked trash Jim was pumping against my prostate sending me to heaven. Carl walked over to the bed dropping his sleep shorts at the door. His 9 inch prong leading his way to my face. I didn't need any instructions. I opened wide to suck in his thick tool. Jim said, "Carl, get over here next to our host and show me that man cunt of yours. Maybe I can alternate fucking both of you?" Carl quickly did as he was told. Laying next to me he leaned in for a deep kiss as Jim moved from my ass to his. I don't know how long this went on before Jim shared his load with both of his willing man pussies. We continued well into the night. What we didn't know was that the 5 boys downstairs had come up from the basement for water. I guess we weren't as quiet as we thought. Brad, hearing the noise and thinking the dads were watching porn had gone back to wake the other boys. Carl was too busy plowing my hole to notice the 5 sets of teen eyes at the open door. Jim was equally busy eating out Carl's man pussy. I was screaming for Carl to go deeper, harder to notice anything. I heard a snicker and a mild grunt at the door. I looked over to see 5 naked boys with raging teen hardons. All were snickering until Brad said "I thought you were watching porn, not making it." Jim pulled out of Carl's ass and said, "So what are you standing there watching? Didn't your sex ed class teach you anything about sex? Since I can plainly see that you're enjoying the show, get busy and join the action. You actually might learn something about pleasure." They didn't need a second invitation being horny teens. Brad walked up to me and stuck his 6 inch boy cock in my face. I opened up to take him. The other boys found one of the other dads to engage their teen fantasies with. Soon the room was filled with the sounds and smells of male hormones at work. Each boy got to sample each dad. Cries of orgasms filled the room. Dad's were serviced at both sides by eager teens willing to learn about the joy of gay sex. I lost track of how many teen loads filled my body. Of course, the teen recovery time was short so that each adult was always occupied with at least one boy. Saturday was by common consent declared nude day. No one bothered to dress. If someone was horny there was always a mouth or hole to be used. The house smelled of sex and we loved it. Sunday morning was spent cleaning and airing out the house. I was left with a little gift, pairs of cum drenched briefs from the boys and dads. By 5PM when the wives returned their husbands and boys were both exhausted. They claimed that they were too tired for anything but sleep. I took Brad out to the local steak house for supper. We saw some of the others there. Smiles and winks were the only revelations needed.