MY NAME IS KEITH AND I CRAVE COCK By Mike Austin
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I had the good luck to meet new neighbors during the holiday break at our local convenience store. I learned he was a 40 something guy who after a messy divorce, had bought the first new townhouse at the end of our street. He and his 22 year-old son were settling into the place after closing the day before Christmas Eve. They'd be spending their first Christmas, literally, in the new place, and had set up a delivery of new furniture and the few moving company items that they had in storage, on Christmas Eve Day. Their plan was to get settled and unpack on Christmas Day as a way of celebrating new beginnings. John, the dad and son Brett, both worked in the IT field, with Brett graduating in the Spring with his BS and already working for the firm that employed his dad. Both were about 5'10, 170-180#s, brown/green, fit and furry and both sported nice crotches. I felt the need for sperm from both of them, but was afraid. I knew our house would be packed, but then thought I might get holiday care packages from our place to bring John and Brett as welcome tokens and maybe get somewhere or at least be neighborly. John and I talked a bit more and he thanked me for the offer, and learned they were focusing on getting as much unpacked and set-up as they could before having to return to work on Monday. As I said, temps were warm and both guys were in shorts, Ts and sandals. I think both were commando as I was sure I'd noticed Brett's dickhead; or was I just dreaming? We wished each well, and I headed home.
Christmas Day arrived, we did packages, morning coffee, then our lunch meal and by 1:00pm all the fuss was over and clean-up underway. I reminded mom about the two care packages. She felt badly that the new neighbors were spending the day alone. I assured her that they were set in their plan and that didn't include intruding on neighbors they'd not even met. I left for John and Brett's, rang the doorbell and waited. Brett answered and welcomed me in. On their large flat panel screen was playing midnight mass at The Vatican and the church bells sound was almost deafening. Brett lowered the volume, but I was lost in the pair of shirtless men greeting me this Christmas Day. I fumbled, stammered and stuttered more than a few words, and was a mess by the time they offered me a cup of coffee. John, wearing only blue and white boxers, poured my coffee. Brett was in silver mylar looking boxer briefs with that prominent dickhead again. As John handed off the mug of coffee to me, I got a better look at his crotch and found where Brett inherited the dickhead size. I gulped and felt my throat and mouth go dry with excitement.
Not more than a nanosecond elapsed as we sat in the recently unwrapped leather sofa. I was overwhelmed by the size of the screen and clarity of the Vatican celebrations. Brett offered me some wine, I paused and John interrupted, "just how old are you Keith"? "Eighteen sir" I almost whispered. John shook his head no to his son and they settled down with glasses while I stuck with coffee. Brett pressed on, "if this Vatican stuff is too much, there's always porn" and laughed. When I blushed, John chuckled again and suggested they pass on porn, leaving Brett less than impressed. He headed to the kitchen and after some foil rustling, came his exclamation; "fucking great spread you brought us Keith, many thanks, this is awesome and dessert too, I'm fucking hungry as hell; dad come see this spread" and John joined his son and I soon followed, not really knowing what all mom had packed. "Your mom has outdone hospitality to strangers, she must be a special lady" John offered as he and Bret pulled a few plates out and began serving portions of all the fare. John offered some to me, but I indicated I was stuffed and sat there enjoying them, enjoying the food. This is what Christmas is supposed to be about I thought, and then flashed on the pair of dickheads I'd witnessed. Brett added, "there's enough here for two meals each man, thanks to your mom". I was proud and knew even against their wishes, I'd done a good thing for these new guys. After they emptied two bottles of wine and I'd downed a full pot of coffee, we all made frequent trips to the head to pee. Each time Brett returned, his cock was longer down his leg, his head more swollen and he more familiar and friendly with me.
John returned from a piss just in time to find me kneeling in the kitchen and taking Brett's cock in hand. "What the fuck is wrong with you Brett" John demanded; "you don't know this kid is gay, what were you thinking"? "It's ok dad, we talked it out while you went upstairs to piss" Brett replied. Still worried, John broke us up as Brett began to explain and I tried to reassure John that I was cool with it. "As soon as you left to go upstairs, I caught Keith really cruising me here in the kitchen and you know how horny wine makes me, so I was maybe being a little bit of a prick tease, but Keith seemed cool so I ramped it up some and stroked through my boxers. Keith had just come up to me and pulled my dick out the boxer leg when you came in". With that I began stroking Brett again, kneeled again and began giving him a slow, deep head job. "OH MY GAWD" John grabbed his head and left the kitchen, giving us time to get into a really fine blow job scene. Brett leaned back against the kitchen island and humped my face. I worked his boxers off and had him naked and feeding me cock. My dream was coming true. His balls hung so low and were heavy and swung as he face fed me. Soon his rhythm was speeding up and he held my head, rubbed it, told me how good a mouth I had, that I was a natural born cocksucker and to keep it up and I'd get his Christmas load. I sucked harder, faster and deeper. "Yeah that's it Keith, go for it, get my nut bud, you almost got me" and added "a little more, and hold my cum in your mouth so I can show dad". I almost blew my own wad, hands-free when he said that. "Dad come here, fast, come here" and John joined us in the kitchen to find his son pumping my mouth full of wad and then telling me to open my mouth and show his dad the load he'd just shot in my mouth. I displayed the massive cum volume that covered my tongue, trying not to reveal I'd already swallowed a large amount. "Good man Keith, you can have that every day you want buddy" Brett offered.
Still kneeling in front of Brett, showing off my mouth full of cum to John, I saw the large tent in John's boxers and reached forward tentatively. He did not resist, but rather leaned forward slowly; filling my fist with his stiffening cock. Brett, eased his hand behind my head and guided my face to his dad's crotch. "WTF am I doing" John whispered? "It's cool dad, he likes dick, he's a natural" Brett urged. I tugged the boxer fly open and worked the hard cock through it, then tugged his heavy sack and cum filled balls free as well. Still holding his son's cum in my mouth, I began kissing John's dickhead and then sucked down, coating his cock with his son's cum. Brett's hand still urged me to suck his dad deeper and when John's hands gripped my head again I almost felt myself cum hands-free. While Brett was clearly thicker and more veiny, John's cock was a good inch plus longer, perhaps about 9" and that huge dickhead of his felt incredible when stuffed down my throat. I loved the feel of the thick head press against my throat wall muscles. John was so turned on by the entire scene that he didn't last long and apologized afterwards for shooting so soon. I deep throated the long dad dick until he began his faster fuck thrusts down my throat. His grunts grew more and more rapid; I knew he was close. Suddenly he stiffened and flooded my throat with hot cum. I held some of that massive load in my mouth, opened wide and looked up to the man that had just shot down my throat, showing off proudly my cocksucking skills and his cum. I celebrated many days that holiday season with both John and Brett. And then there was Spring.................