This story contains FICTIONAL adult nature acts between men and boys. Don't read if you don't like.

Story - Nikolas the Great

Chapter - 20 - Jon part 2

Codes - M/Mbb - fisting

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I woke up in the middle of the night, with a major piss hardon. Tom and I were sleeping in the same bed, both of us were still naked from the fun we all had earlier in the day. Tom was sleeping soundly, his cock leaking a large amount of precum into the sheets. My cock wasn't much better as I had a string of precum hanging off my cock, as I walked out of his bedroom into the bathroom.

Just down the hall was the bathroom, which I easily found after stumbling only once in the darkness of the night. I washed my hands, and dried them on the towel then turned off the light. As I was walking back into Tom's bedroom, I decided to check up on our son, for the weekend, Jon.

He was sleeping soundly, naked on top of the sheets, as I peeked my head in. There was a cast of moonlight, which lighted his room, and more effectively lighted his ass where loads of dry cum were caked on his ass and back of his legs. It looked like his whole ass was painted white, as Tom and I probably shot at least a dozen loads each inside the boy, and countless others spraying his ass. Jon never complained while we used his boy body. Only moans of lust, as Tom tied the boy down on the basement table, as we spread his legs to open his hole as we drove hard into him for a few hours. Never complained as Tom and I ate our dinner, as the boy sucked us off under the table for his meal. Never complained as Tom had him impaled on his 9" cock, and just had him sit there as we watched three different Harry Potter movies. This boy was trained right. Jon slept, as I stood at his doorway looking over our son, I knew that tomorrow Tommy had some more fun planned for us.

I rolled over, expecting to see Tom there but he was gone. The morning sun was already shinning thru the windows, warming up my legs as there were in the sun spot on the leg. It was only 6am so I was surprised that he was even up. Shit, after last nights marathon sex we had I could still use another 20 hours of sleep. My cock was still hard and still dripping precum, but I didn't have the urge to piss, so I laid in bed a few more minutes to rest when soon the smell of breakfast traveled into the room. The smell of breakfast is a sure way of getting me out of bed.

What I saw as I entered the kitchen was something I hadn't prepared myself for. In the kitchen Tom and Jon were both naked, Jon sitting at the table with a bowl of frosted flakes in front of him. Tom was standing next to Jon, was jerking his thick cock just above the cereal. His sac was bouncing up and down, as he was jerking off.

"UUUUUUUuuhhhhhhhhh!" Tom moaned as eight thick ropes of cum shot out and landed on our `sons' cereal.

"Thanks Dad." Jon smiled as he scooped up a spoonful and eat it down.

Tom's cock was still hard as he kept on stroking, milking the last of cum out of his cock. He saw me standing in the doorway, and asked if I wanted some breakfast. He was about to turn around, when he stopped and cleaned his cock on the boys head. Globs of cum was being smeared in his hair, causing it to group together and stick up. Jon didn't care, as he kept on eating his cereal.

Tom made me up a plate and brought it over, along with his, as the three of us sat down to eat our breakfast. It was sorta quite as we ate. No real talking, just sounds of silverware hitting the plates, and Jon slurping up milk from his bowl.

"So what's the plan for today?" I asked. The breakfast was excellent. Tom was truly a great cook.

"Well, I thought that Jon would like to try out his new baseball glove, so we would go down to the park for a great dad/son game of catch."

"You mean it? You guys got me a new glove?" Jon's eyes bugged out, like it was his birthday.

"Yes we did sport." Tom said, while pinching the boys left nipple. "Now why don't you go get into your uniform and get ready so we can head out. The boy smiled as he pushed away from the table, his naked ass was a beautiful sight as he ran out of the kitchen.

"Did you fuck him already this morning?" I asked, as I noticed a trail of cum leaking out of his hole as he ran past.

"Did I ever. That boy is the tightest fuck I've ever had. Shit it's like he can't get enough."

About thirty minutes later, the three of us were loading up to go out to the park and play. Jon was dressed in a baseball uniform, complete with the cleats, baseball glove and baseball. Tommy and I were in shorts and t-shirts, totally playing up the `dad' part in our first outing with Jon. Tommy had our gloves already in the car, along with some extra balls just incase something happened. The weather was nice and pleasant, as a few families were already there for a lunch time picnic. We weren't planning on staying for that long so Tom didn't pack a lunch. We exited out of the car, Jon hopping up and down all eager to play catch with two grown men. Jon jumped the small wood fence, which separated the parking lot from the park, and was already running into a clearing so we could play catch, by the time Tommy and I had even closed our doors.

We made our way down the steps to meet up with Jon, we passed other families out enjoying the beautiful weather. It was funny to see the children running around, followed by the mothers who carried a small bag, following her was the father. It was funny to see him carrying everything but the kitchen sink. Both of his arms are generally full, along with a backpack, and chairs that he carries on his forearms. As he struggles to carry everything, the wife is usually complaining that he is walking to slow. Granted it doesn't always happen this way, but I'm sure all of us has seen it this way.

The couple that caught my eye, was your typical American family with one kid. The mom was smiling as she watched her husband and son play Frisbee a few feet away from their staked out picnic blanket area. The dad was closer to his wife, as the boy seemed to enjoy running around run as his dad tossed the Frisbee in all directions, giving the boy a workout.

The boy was cute! A nice 8 yo, who looked more like a corn stalk as he was nothing but legs. His brown emo hair looked like it was from old school England, as some of it clung to his forehead from the sweat he was working up. I was surprised that the parents were able to find clothes that fit him, as he was almost a good foot taller than boys his age, and if a strong wind came he would be blown away as he was that thin. It was a sight to see him run and stretch out his long arms and fingers to grab the toy as it floated in the air. By the sight of a little boy crack when he would bend over to pick up the Frisbee up when he missed you and a healthy bouncing boy bulge when he ran could tell that the boy wasn't wearing any underwear.

Tell me if that isn't `bone' material. Tom was seeing the same sight as me, as he turned around to catch me looking at the boy.

We weren't that far behind Jon when we first started, but by now he was already a good hundred feet in front of us, and tossing the ball in the air to catch it. My mind was getting tangled in nasty thoughts of that skinny boy and Jon and what Tommy and I could do to the both of them. The thoughts were causing my cock to stir and I was tenting, as I walked past the mom as she laid out for a picnic. I guess this was the wrong time to not wear any underwear.

"Catch the ball dad!" Jon yelled as he tossed it towards Tommy's direction. Tommy being the athletic man that he was, had no trouble jumping up and snagging it out in the air.

"Right back at you son." Tommy tossed the ball, a little too hard, causing it to sail past Jon and skid yards away. Jon turned around and ran for it, just like it was no big deal. Damn this kid had loads of energy.

Tommy and I watched our son chase down the ball. He had to dodge a few other kids playing catch with their dads, along with a few college kids playing football, as he chased it down. We stood a few feet apart, keeping an eye on him, as he both scanned over the tall 8yo boy. We each grabbed our crotches to adjust to our growing cocks just from watching. I thought it was strange that the dad and son were completely ignoring mom as she just sat and watched them. Usually a mom would bring a book or some magazines to read, but not this one. She just watched. It was like she wanted to join in but knew that she couldn't.

Jon had come back and tossed the ball, which we kept up for at least a good 45 mins. Tommy and I were starting to get tired, but Jon wasn't even missing a beat. There was no way this boy would ever get tired. I tossed one last pop-up, which Jon perfectly placed himself under the ball and caught it. He came on over to us, as he called him over to tell him that we had to go to the bathroom. As we walked over to the public restrooms, the families Frisbee caught a strong wind and sailed over to us. The skinny kid came running over for his toy and I was mesmerized by the sight of his two hard nickel sized boy nipples on his skinny chest just starting to developed some muscle tone. I picked up the Frisbee as the boy came for it. The dad was just a few feet behind.

"Thanks Mister." The skinny boy said. His smooth long arm reached out for it.

"You're welcome. Enjoy." I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say how hot I thought he was, but with the dad walking up, I didn't want to cause any problems.

"Jon?" Tommy and I looked at each other wondering who called his name. We turned around to see that it was the skinny kids dad. "Jon is that you?" What the fuck is going on I thought.

"Uncle Frank?" Jon stopped walking. He had to think a second before said the name. Jon stayed behind me and in front of Tommy as he looked up at the man.

"Guess I didn't recognize you in your baseball uniform. Looks like you are enjoying yourself today."

"Yep." Jon said. To me this was weird. This wasn't the same over excited Jon that I have become use to. He was looking down into the grass, not looking up at the man anymore.

"Hey, why don't you two go up on ahead, I will keep talking to Frank here." I said to Tommy and Jon. If this man really was his uncle I didn't want Jon to be around if something happened. As they walked away, Frank told his son to go grab some water out of the fountain next to the restrooms while we talked. Frank and I just stood in silence as we watched everyone walk away.

"Hot kid isn't Jon?"

Wooh! What did he say? I guess the look on my face said enough to him.

"Yea, I know Jon. And I kinda know what's going on." Frank just smiled. "Let's just say that I'm not Uncle Frank, and neither one of you are either his dad or uncle. I rented Jon, about two weeks ago while the wife was out of town and my son just couldn't take getting fucked everyday. Jon was worth every dollar I spent on his ass. Shit, he had me shooting blanks within three hours and his little slut ass kept on asking to get fucked." Frank kept on going on about his weekend with Jon, and what all they did. It sounded like there wasn't anything that those two didn't do. "I didn't know I could remain hard for 3 days."

"Shit, on the first night I fucked his ass hard for about two hours, and I just left his unconscious body on my bed, as I went to the bathroom to drop the kids off at school. So there I was sitting on the toilet, taking a shit, when he drags himself in all groggy like, sees me sitting there and I kid you not - that little slut pulls himself up on my lap, aims my cock into his cum leaking hole and sits back down on me. I've never seen a boy slut want to get fucked so much." Frank, eyes his wife as she sat on the blanket basking in the sun.

"Do you have a son of your own?"

"I do. Nikolas."

"Congrats man. You fuck his ass nightly, or is that why you rented Jon?"

I really didn't want to get into my sex life with Nikolas, with a stranger. "Its why I'm with Jon today." I know I lied, but so the fuck what.

"You don't know what you are missing. My son Max is so damn tight that I can barely keep him quite. That's why I told my wife that it's a dads right to fuck his son."

I stopped Frank from talking for a second. "You mean your wife knows?"

"Like I said, Max is a bitch when it comes to taking my cock, so it just made it easier for me to fuck him anytime I wanted instead of just when the Misses was out. Besides, she told me after he was born that she didn't want any more kids, so I told her that this will just make up for it. Nothing like fucking your own son, who is moaning so loud that it keeps your wife up so that she can't sleep."

"I must say, Frank, that I've never heard about a dad telling his wife about the things he does to his own son before."

"It didn't go over well at first, but once I told her that she could leave and divorce at anytime, but she didn't want to go thru it and eventually just decided it was better for all of us. She gets left alone, and Max likes getting fucked all the time and never wears clothes indoors. He has gotten so used to being naked, I had a hard time even getting him to wear any clothes indoors. He has gotten so used to being naked I had a hard time even getting him to wear those shorts to come to the park today. But, you have no idea how damn hot it is to have your own son suck your cock as you and your wife are eating breakfast at the table." Frank punched my shoulder. "Besides, I always told Max that he need a special shot of my protein to grow up strong, first thing in the morning."

Now I really wanted to hear about Frank and Max and their relationship but I had to get back with Tommy and Jon and get back to our special weekend with him. I told Frank that I had to go but also that I wanted to meet up with him later on to have some extra fun. He agreed and I walked over to the bathroom. Frank's son Max, wasn't standing outside getting some water, nor was he running back to his parents.

Inside the park bathroom, it was your typical public restroom: A bank of sink with mirrors on top of each one. The concrete floor and walls, were plain and probably the same way when it was built when the park opened. Several urinals were on the far wall, and several stalls on the back wall. The bathroom was empty - which was odd since Tommy and Jon were suppose to be in here as it was just minutes since they walked in. I was about to walk out and see if they were on the other side of the building, when I heard some feet shuffling on the cement floor and the mostly stifled moan of a young boy. When I turned around and looked down past the stall door and wall gap, I saw 3 different sets of feet. One was Tommy's, one was Jon's little cleats, but I didn't know who's the third set was.

"Hey Tommy you in there?" I softly asked, next to the door and then knocked.

"Yeah. Let me unlock and let you in. You have no idea what's going on."

Tommy's feet stayed where they were at on the floor, and it looked like they were standing one behind the other, and once the door opened up (after I made sure no one was walking in) I was awestruck at the sight. There was Jon, his feet on other side of the toilet his hands bracing onto to the handicap bar, his baseball pants down to his ankles. Standing behind him was Max, Frank's son, completely naked, his long slender arm was outstretched reaching Jon. Max's shorts and shirt were hanging up. How hot is was to see a tall slender naked 8yo in a public restroom.

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked.

"Sure the fuck is. Max here is fisting our son Jon."

Tommy was in a world of his own as he was plowing Max with his 9" thick man cock.

"FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!! NOOOoooooooooooo" Max screamed.

Each time Tommy slammed into Max, Max would push his fist deeper into Jon. Now Max was nothing but skin and bones, so it wasn't like he had huge man hands, but I'm sure any 8 yo fist would cause anyone some sort of pain. Jon's ass was so hot, and he had it arched like any bottom boy would arch his ass. He had the fist about wrist deep inside him, as Max kept on pushing a little bite more in, thanks to Tommy.

"How did this happen?"

"Well, I came in here to take a piss and Jon followed me. While I was doing my thing he just looked at me and got a big grin on his face. Next thing i knew he pulled my cock over too him and stood there hosing his ace in my piss. When i was done he bent down and started sucking me while unbuttoning his shirt and pinching his own tits. About then Max walked in and his eyes bugged out. I freaked out so much I just about lost my hard on, but Jon kept on going. Max walked right up to us and took my hand and pulled us into the handicapped stall here. Turns out that Max here has a daddy who fucks him, but never says please. I just said please. Isn't that right, Max?" Tommy spoke with shorten breathes as he fucked his cock in and out of the boy.

"Yes. FFFFUUUUCCccckkkkkk that`s a huge damn cock. NOOOOOooo Pull it out PPPPPleasee"

"And well, Jon said he's never been fisted and it just so happens that Max as the perfect fist for that."

"So you guys started without me? I thought we were friends here Tommy." I joked, and slapped him on his back.

Jon was taking it like a champ breathing deep and gritting his teeth trying to suppress his moans, and Tommy knew how to control his moans, so that left Max who was having a hard time taking the 9" man cock. The poor boy was fighting a losing battle to be quite, every stroke in caused him to gasp a little louder. I knew what I had to do, so I fished out my cock and shoved it into Max's throat, to stop his screams that would cause people to check things out, it made him gag some, but stifled what otherwise would have been screams and moans of pleasure. It was a nice little orgy we had going on, but having four people shoved into a toilet stall is not the best place to have one. A few minutes into it, Max was able to push in another 2" past his wrist. Tommy was shoving his cock all the way in and out, and I was face fucking for all I was worth.

Public sex always has to be quick, so it didn't take us long for Tom and I to reach our boiling points. "Do you mind if I cum in your mouth Max?" I asked, knowing that he would say yes.

"If you say yes Max, then expect a load up your ass." Tommy said, mere seconds from shooting up inside the boy.

Tommy slammed one last time into the boy, sending his seed deep into Max. I took that cue and shot five huge loads down his throat, and then pulled out sending the last two shoots across the boys face. Max had to take his time pulling his wrist out, but once it happened, Jon's hole was wide open and then a second later it closed shut like it never happened. It was like a magic trick!

We all pulled up our shorts and pants and headed out the bathroom, back into the park. We were about done for the day. Jon Was walking a little funny still. Apparently a fist isn't quite as easy to shake off as repeated assaults from two huge cocks. He had decided to just take his jersey off and carry it over his shoulder, so it effectively hide the yellowed piss stains from Tommy. Max ran off back to his parents who were sitting on the blanket.

"Hey Max!" I yelled, but he was not stopping.

"What do you need him for? You already said you were going to hook up with the dad." Tommy said.

"True. But he didn't wipe off the two streaks of my cum."

Tommy and I watched as Max ran over. I had told Tommy a little bit about his dad and mom but not everything, so I'm sure he was starting to freak out that his mom might cause a scene. What we weren't expecting, neither of us, was Max bending over and his mom scooping off the cum on his face and feeding it to her son.

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COLE SPROUSE or DYLAN SPROUSE? If you say Dylan, then why do we see Cole more with his shirt off than his twin brother?