“Yep!” Mom finally spoke, answering my question, grinning now. “They did…and it was fucking hot as hell too,” she now added. “Just as it was for them to watch us first. And they didn’t just jump into it when they finally did either,” she now told me. “They sort of eased into it.”
“How? What do you mean?” I actually asked, trying very hard to picture this as difficult as it was for me to do this.
“Well, at first, they just had us sit down on the couch next to one another, and then told us to reach over and grab one another’s cocks…so we did. Admittedly, it was a little strange at first when we did that. I’d never done so before…not ever, not even as a kid growing up had I ever played Dr. or explored that with any other boy…or man before,” he now included. “So, as you can see, I wasn’t exactly comfortable with myself at first,
nor was Frank. But after what we’d seen and enjoyed, watching your mom and her sister as they performed for us, pleasuring one another the way that they did, each of us was admittedly pretty fucking horny after that. And one thing I have never done in all the years your mother and I have been married, is ever go back on my word, or break a promise to her once I have made it.”
I’m not sure I had made that sort of promise or commitment, though the area was still a little gray when it came to remembering what we had actually sat down and agreed to before any of this had happened.
“So at first, we just sat there jerking one another off,” dad went on. “It was admittedly strange, playing with another prick other than my own, but before long, I actually got into it, found it not nearly as weird or as strange as I thought in the beginning it might be. And as excited and aroused as your mom and her sister became, they eventually sat there across from us, doing the same thing to one another, which made it a hell of a lot easier for the two of us.”
That I could actually picture in my mind, doing so. And oddly enough, I then felt my own cock stir, looking down at myself as it suddenly poked its shy little head out of my foreskin looking up at me.
“So then what happened?” I asked curiously.
“Well, after that, we sort of played follow the leader. I mean, we’d already been treated to watching the two of them together, so if they’d really wanted to, they could have made it a lot harder on the two of us, and simply insist that we honor our end of the bargain. But what they now did, once again made things easier for us. Jackie leaned over and went down on your mom briefly, sitting up, once again fingering her split as they looked over towards us. Surprisingly, it was Uncle Frank who made the first move, even before I did, leaning over,
and now doing the same thing to me. Once again, I didn’t freak out or jump up, or anything else. Quite frankly, it felt good…surprisingly. Maybe not as nice or as thrilling as the way your mom and sister’s do it, but…it still did, and got better the longer he stayed there and did it, still getting used to the idea himself I think.”
That one was a little harder to picture, though I finally managed it.
“And then of course…it was my turn.”
The thought of my own father sucking another man’s dick wasn’t something I could have ever imagined, knowing him. And yet…here he was, this strong virile man’s man standing there telling me that he had, and that he’d actually ended up enjoying it. A fact that was punctuated as he stood there with what now was, a steely hard erection, and which he also now stood, toying with as he told his story.
“Now, the point I’m trying to make here is this, the fact that Frank and I eventually sucked one another’s dicks didn’t change either one of us. He’s still he…and I’m still me. Nothing’s changed. But what did change, was the appreciation your mother, and your Aunt gave to each of us for having done that for them. Obviously, that meant a lot to them both, something that they…just like we enjoy seeing them do,
wanted to see us do. So we did. And I don’t have a moment’s regret, or lose any sleep over it either. Pleasing your mother, every bit as much as she pleases me, is more important than any hang-ups, inhibitions, or insecurities about myself that I might have. And I’ve now learned…I really don’t have any now either. So…that being said,” dad started looking over directly at my mother and sisters as they continued sitting on the couch, now looking at him.
“Max’s not me…he’s his own man,” dad said, seeing the look of confusion suddenly appear in each one of their faces. “When we all agreed to do this, together, we did so with the understanding that it was meant to be fun and exciting…for all of us. At no time has any of us done something we’ve been uncomfortable with doing, nor have any of us forced anyone else into doing something they unwillingly didn’t want to do. Regardless of whatever agreements were made when all this started, I think that one single rule, holds precedence over everything else.
So Collette,” dad paused including my sister and mom with an additional look though not using their names, “If your brother isn’t comfortable in doing that, regardless of the fact it might be one of your fantasies or desires to see, I don’t feel its right to force him into doing anything he doesn’t wish to. It’s not worth it for one thing, and if that’s something you still really want to see,
then I am sure that this evening after your Aunt and Uncle arrive here, we can arrange that. So even IF Max is part of that fantasy, for whatever reason, it’s not fair to him, or to any of us for that matter either, to expect any of us to do something we’re simply not comfortable with doing.”
At that moment, I had more respect for my father than I had ever had. As much as I still had a bit to consider and think about, I didn’t see him any differently either, and likewise suspected I wouldn’t see my Uncle Frank in any different light either. I’d always looked up to him as well, often seeing him as more of an older brother than an Uncle, especially in the way he had always treated and respected me. I knew now, none of that had changed, and never would.
“Ok,” I said simply. Dad looked at me, as were the three women. “No…I mean it. I’m ok with it,” I said, and then looked down at myself. My cock was rigidly hard.
“You sure?” Dad said once again concernedly.
“Yeah, I am…though I would ask one small thing.”
“Sure, name it,” he said, though I then turned my attention back to mom and my sisters.
“I sort of liked dad’s telling me how they played and followed the leader. So…can we sort of do that too?”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen my sister’s grin as broad as they do now. “Whatever makes it easiest for you little brother,” Collette told me, though now looking over at my hard stiff cock, she added, “Though maybe…we should start calling you our BIG brother,” she grinned. “Our very, very…BIG brother!”
**
Since the seating arrangements weren’t at all identical to the ones at my Aunt and Uncle’s place, mom and the girls immediately stood up, thus vacating the couch. What worked however, as dad and I then sat down on it, was when mom took dad’s chair sitting in it. The arms of which were enormous, and easily allowed my sister’s to sit upon, even though mom was sitting lower. What she then did,
was to reach over, placing her hands in each of their laps, as she began toying with their bare, very wet wide open splits. Collette andSophia, in return, were just at the right height to lean over slightly and fondle mom’s breasts simultaneously, which I had always enjoyed seeing.
And then as Uncle Frank had, dad made the first move, first contact with me.
I actually flinched a little when I first felt his hand wrap itself around my dick as though sizing it up. Slowly, he began working it up and down. As he did, I found myself getting used to the unfamiliar sensation of it, though looking a few feet across the way at my mom and sisters as she sat twiddling their twats made it a whole lot easier to do.
Once he’d begun doing that, and once I realized I wasn’t going to lose my erection because he was, I actually reached over grabbing his, though still not looking at it when I did. What I realized then in doing so, was that I began to sense things, obvious differences between us, and found myself curiously exploring him all the while allowing my mind, rather than my eyes to visualize and entertain what I was doing.
The fact there was such a major difference in the size and shape of our cocks was immediately obvious as I stroked it. I mean I knew that already of course, just by looking at it previously, watching him. But it was something altogether different to be sensing that through touch, even more pronounced in a way that actually just looking at it. Now I felt the differences, and found them startling, even more so than through their appearance. We had double-fucked my mother together. I slid my cock up and down side-by-side with him.
Even then, we still hadn’t actually touched if one wanted to get really technical about it. And yet…I had still felt him, just as I was doing now, only with my hand and not my prick. It was funny to realize I’d already accepted that long before now, and here I was, exploring, coming to grips with that exploration, acceptance, and then finding that I was, and that it wasn’t like anything I had somehow managed to imagine it to be. Or how I imagined I would feel upon doing so. It was, at the very least, interesting.
The first noticeable difference was of course the size and shape of the heads. He had this fat thick mushroom like tip, interesting to grip as I did so, feeling the flange of his ridge as it pressed against my fingers as I held it, stroking it. Mine of course more pointed, tapered, which his hand slid easily up and down,
surprising me as he squeezed out a bit of lubrication, now using that to further stimulate my cock with. I found myself doing the same to him, though I actually had to let go for a moment in order to gather it up with my fingers before reapplying it back to his dick.
The second noticeable difference was when actually stroking it, the sensation so totally different from when doing it myself. Whereas mine was a bit more pointed at the end, it quickly thickened considerably after that, especially upon reaching the base near my balls. Dad’s was almost just the opposite.
Much thicker at the tip obviously, about as thick and big around as I was there, and then rapidly thinning towards his balls, giving it that “baseball bat” appearance I had noticed earlier. The one thing I didn’t find much difference in at all, and would have been hard pressed to gauge it, would have been any real noticeable difference in the length of either.