ERIC:

    Being homeschooled, I missed out on a lot of things other kids got to experience. I was an avid reader and many of the books I read took place in high school, with all of its first crushes and dating and experimenting. Of course, almost all of them were about straight couples – the only place I could find gay romance was the internet. I'd resigned myself to the fact I might go through my entire adolescence without any real romantic interests. And then came Braxton.

    Yes, he was a few years older than me, but like every other teenager out there, I liked to believe I was "mature for my age." No better way to prove your maturity than by getting a job, and I lucked out more than I ever thought possible when it came to that. Being a "towel boy" didn't sound like a glamorous profession, but I LOVED it! I was literally being paid to look at naked men, and that made all of the nasty cleaning I had to do worth it.

    By far the most interesting of those naked each morning was Braxton. Whenever he was around, I trailed after him like a puppy, watching him work out, shower, and often: sucking his dick in the locker room or men's room. As much as I tried to play it cool and pretend like I wasn't catching feelings for him, that just simply wasn't the case. However, I didn't expect him to reciprocate those feelings. He was always polite and all, but to him I was probably just a throat to empty his balls in before going to work at the lumber mill. And then one day, he surprised me by asking,

    "So Eric, you like to hang out anywhere but men's locker rooms and cruisy parks?"

    "Haha. What do you mean?" I asked bashfully, stacking fresh towels on the shelves at the gym.

    "I was thinking we can hang out sometime. You drink coffee?"

    "I'm 16, not six," I reminded him. "Yes, I drink coffee."

    "Okay, Mr. Mature. There's this coffee shop not far from here, wanna meet there?"

    "Sure. I'm free after 6 tonight. Or tomorrow, if that works better," I said eagerly.

    "Actually, I'm pretty busy with work and errands this week. But how about Saturday?" Brax suggested.

    "Oh yeah, sure. I mean, cool, whatever," I replied, kicking myself for coming off so needy.

    "Cool," he said, and after agreeing on a time to meet, he shot me a cheeky wink and added, "It's a date."

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    On Saturday morning, I was supposed to be doing homework, but I couldn't think about anything other than my upcoming date: my first date ever! To top it off, the weather decided to be uncharacteristically warm for November, with temperatures in the 60s. It was forecast to be a two- or three-day-long heat wave, and the fact that it fell on the weekend had everyone going crazy and rushing outside to be in the sun before it disappeared for the next four months.

    My dads were two of those sun-starved individuals, going out to meet friends for some outdoor dining, meaning I had the house to myself. I decided to take advantage of it by sneaking into their bedroom and using the shower in their en-suite bathroom, which was much nicer than my dinky little shower. In my parents' room, I was greeted by an overwhelming smell as soon as I was in. They must've forgotten to open the windows, and the room smelled muskier than the locker room at the gym. It was obvious to me that my parents had started the day off by having sex – a theory which was quickly confirmed as I approached their bed and saw cum all over the dark-gray sheets. I laughed, and wondered if the spunk had come from David or Sven, but judging by its quantity it might just be both of them. 

    In my dads' shower, I shaved my balls and trimmed my pubic hair neat and short. I was tempted to shave it all off like Daddy Sven, but I worried it'd make me look younger in Brax's eyes, which was the opposite of what I was tryna achieve. I knew some guys disliked fully-shaved crotches, but I was used to it from seeing it on my dad all my life. Sven liked being nude as much as possible, and he always kept bald down there, which if nothing else, had the effect of making his huge dick look even bigger. I didn't know for sure if Sven was my biological dad, but I hoped to inherit his big-dick gene by the time I was his age.

    After my shower, I was on my way out through my parents' room, when I decided to stop and borrow some of their underwear. I owned a few pairs of boxer briefs that I felt sexy in, but I knew my fathers – David, in particular – possessed a much larger collection. Occasionally, I would rummage through their drawers (no pun intended) just to check out the new things they bought, and since they kept their "adult toys" next to their underwear, I got to go through those as well. Some of the dildos made me laugh out loud, since they were comically large, but there were some that looked more "normal" and manageable as well. It was a wide selection, only surpassed by their collection of cockrings, which was in the dozens. I never knew the exact purpose of a cockring, even though I'd seen my dads wear them plenty of times. Was it purely decorative, or meant to do anything more? Either way, I decided to try one on for the first time. Like Goldilocks, I picked one that was not too big and not too small; an elegant-looking metal ring that I'd seen on both David and Sven in the past. It took me a couple of minutes of fumbling with it, but I finally got it on and decided to wear it on my date with Brax. I topped it off with a sexy jockstrap of David's, and I was all ready to go.

    At the coffee house, Brax and I spent two lovely hours together. We talked about my experience being homeschooled, and the high school that Brax went to. ("You ain't missing out on much," he said. He didn't seem to be a big fan of school.) We made each other laugh, and he even held my hand for a while on the table, which was completely unexpected to me.

    "So, what are you up to next?" he asked me after we were done with our second round of coffees (all of which he'd graciously paid for).

    "Umm, not much. I was gonna go back home, maybe take a dip in the pool. We don't usually get to swim in November, so this is a welcome change. Actually," I said, "how would you like to join me?"
   "Come swimming at your house? Would your parents be cool with that?" Brax smirked.

    "They're out for the day," I winked at him.

    Half an hour later, Brax and I were in my sunny backyard, taking our clothes off. I made sure to take my jeans off slowly, showing off my ass in my father's jock.

    "Nice undies," Brax said, approaching me and smacking my asscheek powerfully. He was all nude by this point, his gorgeous cock dangling between his legs. It tempted me to get right to my knees, but before I had a chance to do that, Brax was already jumping in the pool.

    "Here I come!" I announced a moment later, pulling down my last item of clothing: the jockstrap. I'd completely forgotten that I was wearing a cockring; it was so comfortable that I was already used to the sensation of having it on. When he saw it, Brax's eyes opened wider and his grin extended. I jumped in the pool, where we immediately began to make out.

    "So you're a big man, huh?" he said while tugging on my nuts and cock under the water. "Wearing a cockring and everything?"

    "I dunno, you tell me if I'm big or not," I said as I grew bigger in Brax's hand. I reached for his tool at the same time as I shoved my tongue back in his mouth, so we could kiss and stroke our cocks underneath the blazing sun.

    It was unlike any sexual experience I'd had with Brax. Our locker room blowjobs were always quickies; he had to go to work and we couldn't risk getting caught by just anyone. Now, it felt like we had all the time in the world. We jacked each other off until we got to the edge, and then we let go and went to swim in the pool or lie on the loungers. Throughout the afternoon, neither of our dicks lost its erection for a moment, and I learned that cockrings DID serve a purpose: with the ring gripping my cock and balls, I felt like I could stay hard longer.

    "It's because it's keeping your blood in your dick," Brax explained after I'd mentioned it to him.

    "Huh, I didn't know that."

    "They don't teach you that in science class," Brax winked, putting his arms around me as we cooled off in the water.

    "Well, my science teacher is David," I winked back.

    "Ah then, I'm surprised he hasn't taught you that yet. You and your dads are really… open with each other, aren't ya?"

    "Yeah. Yes, we are," I nodded, my cock throbbing and touching Brax's hard prick underwater. "You can see them when they come back home, if you want."

    "Yeah? You'd like me to meet your parents?" he asked, squeezing and massaging my shoulders.

    "Well that depends," I said, looking down. "How would I introduce you to them?"

    "Hmm, good question. Maybe you can say, 'Dads, this is my boyfriend Brax.'"

    I looked up and smiled wider than ever before. I made eye contact with Brax – my boyfriend – and leaned in for our most passionate kiss yet.

    "I wanna suck your dick," I whispered in Brax's face, stroking his firm tool faster and faster under the water. Without needing to be asked twice, he propped himself up and sat on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water and my head between his strong thighs. It took a few seconds to get used to the unpleasant taste of chloroform on Brax's dick, but it was soon replaced by the taste of precum that he was depositing inside my mouth. I dove in deep, my chin touching Brax's balls as he shoved his cock far down my throat, holding on to the back of my head and pulling it in forcefully. Usually, at the gym, we had to watch out and not make too much noise. Now, Brax was free to show me the way he REALLY liked it. I'm not gonna lie, I found it challenging to keep up at first, but after a few minutes I could feel my throat expanding and becoming more receptive. Just as I was developing the ability to deep-throat without gagging, I suddenly heard a voice a few feet away say,

    "Oh. I didn't know you had company, Eric."

    Shit! My parents were back! Even though I couldn't see anything except for the hairy patch between Brax's dick and belly button, I knew it was my dad David talking to me. With Brax's hand on the back of my head, I couldn't even pull back! Finally, after a few seconds that felt like eternity, Brax let go of me, granting me the ability to speak.

    "Dad! I didn't expect you back so early," I said, wiping the drool and precum off my chin.

    "Early? It's almost dinnertime, Son, look at how dark it's getting. You must've lost track of time. Not that I blame ya," he smirked, his arms crossed as he looked at us.

    "Nice to see you again, David," Brax said, reaching out with his right arm, offering my dad a handshake. Just then, I realized that I was still holding Brax's hard dick in my hand, subconsciously stroking it. I didn't stop, not even as my father stepped forward to shake Brax's hand.

    "Nice to see ya, Brax," David said, undoubtedly reminded of the time he got Brax's load up his ass in the sauna. "Are you staying for dinner?"

    "Sure, if that's not a problem," my boyfriend said with a smile. While talking, he placed his right hand on top of mine, so we were both stroking his cock simultaneously. Brax's hand was moving significantly faster than mine, and when I realized this was the tempo he preferred, I accelerated my pumping as well.

    True, it was kinda weird to be jacking a guy off right out in the open with my father standing right above us. But hey, not like I hadn't seen my parents do stuff like this all over the house, including this very pool. My whole life, my dads wanted me to know that sex – including gay sex – wasn't something to be ashamed of. They were proud of their bodies and of their love for one another, and they didn't want to hide that from their son.

    "Do you have any… dietary restrictions?" my father asked Braxton next, clearly biding his time.

    "Nope. Whatever you put in front of me, I'll get it in my mouth," Brax smiled, jacking himself faster and faster with my aide, squeezing my hand even tighter around his turgid cock.

    "We'll have to put that to the test," Dad said, winking down at both Brax and me. Although I'm sure he would've loved to stand here all evening, he turned around to return to the house and get started on dinner.

    "Hey, David!" Brax suddenly yelled out, causing my dad to look at us again. Then, Brax's cock exploded with the BIGGEST load I'd ever seen shoot out of him, glazing pretty much my entire face with his jizz, forehead to chin. Just two feet from us, my father stood, calmly observing my boyfriend blow his load over my face, as Brax casually added. "I'm – mmmmm – I'm not a big fan–  fuck!! – I'm not a big fan of mushrooms. Ahhhh!"

    "No mushrooms then," Dad smiled, watching the last few wads of spooge shoot out of my boyfriend's dick and land on my cum-covered face before asking, "Why don't you help me in the kitchen, Eric? Just wash your face first, maybe."​​