The Boys | INTERNATIONAL TRANSFER | Tape 3

I don’t know what I was thinking when I planned this house party. Somehow, I thought I could fill my home up with guys—horny guys that I knew were pent up—and that nothing would happen. Seriously?

My son Serg grew up totally unsupervised on the streets of Kyiv and sex was just instinctual and fun for him. I thank the stars that nothing bad happened to him before I found him. He just doesn’t grasp the significance that sex has in a context of family, friends, and coworkers, though. I know that.

I also knew about Eddie Patrick’s past when I hired him to coach the team. Really, though, the two of them were alone together for less than an hour before Serg was bent over the pool table with Coach Patrick’s dick in his ass! I admire Eddie for taking responsibility but I also know Serg—it was a team effort.

Then Adam and his son Noah arrived and Adam got me to confess that I fucked the coach, and my son. At least he admitted that he’s been fucking Noah, too. Of course when Adam found out that Eddie also fooled around with guys, he had to have some of the cute stud. We were having some harmless male bonding time, until Serg wandered in, and my son basically became the center of a gang bang. The only thing I can say for myself at this point is that at least Adam fucked my son before I fucked his. Yeah, that just happened.

I went upstairs to see how the boys were getting along and found them getting into each other’s pants just fine. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Adam and I are best friends and we hoped our sons would be, too. I should have just said, “Glad to see you guys are getting along! Carry on.”

But… Damn! They were so cute.

I told them not to stop. I could have just stood there by the door and watched my son fuck Noah. I know that’s where things were headed, but I just had to get a closer look. Noah was looking up at me with wide eyed expectation. Serg reached over and rubbed the bulge in my khakis and I just knew he had already bragged to Noah about how big my cock is. I also knew that Noah almost certainly hadn’t seen any man naked, besides his father, in real life.

He wanted to see it, and I wanted to show it to him. I wanted to feel his trembling fingers reach out and touch it, not quite believing it was real. I thought that it wouldn’t be so terrible to let him see it. Touch it. Maybe, kiss it. That’s pretty harmless. Right?

I let the boys take my pants down. Noah’s eyes were huge. I had to take his hand and put it on my cock and he still seemed like he couldn’t believe it was real. Serg started worshiping it like the center of his world that it has become, while I bent down to kiss Noah.

His kiss was so shy and fragile that it was almost like kissing a virgin. In a way, I guess it was. He’s never done anything more than secret games with his father that he wasn’t supposed to talk about. I was the first other man that he had ever kissed, beside my son. That kiss was intoxicating; like a double shot of fifty year old Scotch going straight to my balls. Damn!

I knew Serge wanted me to fuck him. Just thinking about my cock makes him want me to fuck him, and there it was, hard, dripping, ready for a tight boy hole. I thought I could let Noah watch me fuck Serge. Nothing wrong with that, is there? Just put on a show for a cute curious boy that had never had a chance to see a cock as big as mine in action.

Then I had a brilliant idea. I told Noah to lay down on his back and had Serge straddle him so that he could watch me fuck up close. My balls were almost dragging across his face and, if he decided to lick them while he watched me fuck his new friend, I couldn’t really do anything about that. Right? I mean, he was just so cute! And so damn curious! And if I don’t teach him, who will?

It wasn’t enough, just watching Noah watch me fucking Serge. I could see it in his eyes. I could almost feel the desire radiating from his skin. He wasn’t satisfied watching. This boy wanted me. He wanted to feel it for himself. He wanted me in him. I wanted him to feel me. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to feel his tight innocent hole spasm around the first cock besides his own father’s to explore his warm silky depths.

I could’ve stopped then. We had gone farther than we should have, but not too far. I hadn’t fucked my best friend’s son without his permission, yet. But I wasn’t going to stop. I couldn’t stop. Those damn sweet puppy dog eyes. Hungry. Needing. How could I deny this sweet boy what he wanted so bad. I had Serge switch places with him and suck his prick to help him relax.

I knew it would hurt. My cock always hurts until a boy gets used to it. They always want more, though. I told him to look back at me. I want to be connected to a boy when I fuck him. Now it was just me and Noah. My fat cock, his tight hole, and his mewling squeals letting me know how he was taking it.

After I got him opened up, I flipped him over on his back. That’s my favorite position, looking down into a boy's eyes, his legs spread open for me, giving me his body, watching my cock thrust in and out of his hole.

This time I had my son there with me, kissing and stroking Noah, reaching down to feel my cock fucking him, holding his legs back for me. I think that will be happening a lot more in the future.

But right then my nuts were boiling. I couldn’t hold back. I pumped my load hard into my best friend’s son. When I pulled my cock out of his gaping hole, my seed was planted so deep that I couldn’t even see it. I should feel guilty, but I don’t. I’ll do it again just as soon as I get a chance. It’s just those damn little puppy dog eyes.